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Best friends' brother - Charles Leclerc x reader

Charles Leclerc x female!reader

Summary: You and Arthur Leclerc had been best friends since you were children but it wasn’t the younger Leclerc brother you’d be in the sheets with and a one night stand can hold a lifetime of regret.

Warnings: Mentions of smut, pregnancy, swearing, angst, fluff

Word Count: 4.1K

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Your heart pounded in your chest as you held onto the pregnancy test. It was one stupid mistake, one stupid, drunk mistake. Charles had finally won in Monaco for the first time which meant the celebrations would last until the sun came up. You and Arthur attended together; you just didn’t leave together. You and Charles evidently spent a lot of time with one another, especially when Arthur was racing. The pair of you would spend hours talking and enjoying one another's presence. You couldn’t lie to yourself that Charles wasn’t attractive, and he evidently thought the same about you. He’d always leave light touches on your waist and his eyes would linger on you just a little too long, yet nothing ever came out of it. Neither you or he would make a move or even mention it, you just acted like everything was normal, that was until the celebrations. 

Everything was fine until you lost Arthur. You scanned the club to find him but you were found by the older Leclerc. His eyes locked onto yours as he snuck his hand around your waist, pulling you into his side. He leant down, his eyes still on you as he held you tighter before connecting his lips to yours. You didn’t hesitate, not caring if anyone was watching you two from afar. He dragged you to his hotel room and the rest was history well… so you thought. 

The next morning you woke up to a number of missed calls from Arthur and a sleeping Charles beside you. You left faster than he could drive but part of you wanted to stay, you wished you could have spent the morning in his arms but for Arthurs sake you simply couldn’t. Since that day you’d avoided Charles like the plague although that was easier said than done, especially as he was your best friends' brother, but you managed. That was until Arthur started to notice. 

“y/n?” Arthurs voice filled your flat. Your eyes snapped up from the test in your hands and towards the door. He burst through your bedroom door just as you slipped the test under the duvet. “Where have you been?” He arched his brows, a slightly annoyed expression on his face. 

“I haven’t been feeling well.” Technically that wasn’t a lie. “So I’ve just stayed at home -”

“You’ve never been away from my races, even when you’re ill.”

You shrugged, not wanting to look at him for two long. “I couldn’t stop throwing up, can’t exactly turn up to a race like that.”

“Why didn’t you call me? I could have come round and looked after you. You always looked after me when I was ill.” He smirked, the annoyed expression leaving his face as he moved to sit beside you. Your heart dropped as he sat beside you, hoping he wouldn’t feel the test he was sitting on but your luck didn’t go that far. He rose to his feet once again, scrunching his face up as he pulled the duvet back to see what he’d sat on. 

“Arthur -”

“What the fuck is this?” He snatched the test and held it up. “Is this a…?”

“Yes…” 

He looked down at the test, checking the result. 

Positive. 

“Is this why you’ve been avoiding me?” His eyes met yours. “Because you’re fucking pregant and didn’t want me finding out?” 

“I just found out Arthur!” You found your voice. “Look I just felt sick so I stayed away thinking it was a bug and then my period was late so I had to check…”

“Who’s the dad?” 

He asked the one question you forever wished you could avoid. 

You didn’t answer, your eyes welling up with tears when you knew you had to answer his question. It wouldn’t be hard to lie to him but everything would come to light and you knew it. Charles was his brother and even if you lied to Charles he would know that it was his kid. It was like the universe wanted you to suffer even more because before you could answer him a sudden knock at the door grabbed your attention. 

“Bet that’s the dad.” Arthur said, no emotion in his voice as he went to answer the door. “So what is he a secret boyfriend you’ve kept from me?” He looked back at you before he opened the door only to be met with the worried expression of his older brother. 

“Is y/n here?” Charles asked just as you walked up behind his brother. 

Arthurs eyes squinted at his brother, his face going back to its confused expression. “Why are you here?” 

“Arthur!” You snapped at your best friend. 

Charles coughed nervously as he looked between the two of you. He’d always wondered if something was secretly happening with the two of you but the night you’d slept with him confirmed to him that you were all his well, he wished you were. 

“Just came to see y/n -”

“Why?” Arthur leant against the door, still now allowing his brother to enter your flat. “You see her at the races -”

“That’s the point.” Charles looked at him like he was an idot. “I haven’t seen her since she left mine in Monaco.” Charles didn’t mean to let it slip but it was too late to take it back now. 

“Left yours?” Arthur arched his brow. “What the night of the party?” He quickly looked back at you and then back at his brother as he suddenly connected the dots. 

Ever since the celebrations in Monaco you hadn’t gone near Charles. If he came over to the pair of you in a rare occasion that you had turned up to the track you would always find an excuse to leave before he could utter a word to you. 

Arthur suddenly spun on his heels, looking at you before yelling. “Is it him?” His tone made you jump slightly. “Is he the dad?”

“The dad?” Charles looked over to you before he too connected the dots. “Are you…?”

“It is you!” Arthur turned back to face his brother. “It was the night you won wasn’t it?” 

“Arthur…” Charles went to speak but was suddenly stopped. 

“Everything I have you want, I am always in your shadow and you know that!” Arthur was close to tears himself. “She’s my friend Char not yours…”

“I’m still your friend Arthur, nothings changed -” Your voice was soft but Arthur didn’t care. 

“Yes it has! You went and fucked my brother and now you’re pregnant with his kid!” His eyes filled with tears. “I trusted you y/n, I told you everything about me, we never lie to one another, we made that promise when we were kids… you know how much it hurts to be in his shadow all the time, just once I wanted something for myself, even if that was just a best friend and now I don’t even have that.” He didn’t wait for you or Charles to speak. He shoved Charles out of the way and stormed out of your building.

It was now your turn to cry, not caring if Charles was still in front of you. He didn’t say anything as he pulled you into his chest, his arms wrapped around you as he kissed the top of your head, soothing you as you cried into his shirt. “It’ll be okay.” He mumbled. “I promise you.”

He hated seeing you upset. His feelings for you had grown far beyond a one-night stand or the girl that turned up to every single race, but you were off limits. You were his brother's best friend; someone he knew he could never be with but that didn’t mean he didn’t want to. He would happily let Arthur ignore and hate him for however how long it took just so he could have you.

“No Charles.” You pulled your head back to look up at him. “It won’t be. I can’t break you and Arthur apart, I can’t -”

“You haven’t broken me and Arthur apart, he’ll get over it -”

“No Char he won’t.” You stepped away. “He’s right he’s always been in your shadow. He just wants to race alongside you in Formula 1. He needs you more than he needs me, and I refuse to be the one that breaks that bond between you both. He won’t just get over it, he never just gets over things -”

“Are you trying to tell me you know more about my own brother than I do?”

“Yes I am!”

“Oh come on you just turn up to watch him race every week -”

“That’s a lie and you know it.” You sent a glare in his direction, one he knew he deserved.

“When did you find out?” He changed the subject. 

“Today.” Your eyes met his. “Just before Arthur came over.” You leant against your kitchen sink. “He sat on the test and that’s how he found out.” Your eyes looked over to the test sitting on the kitchen counter that Arthur had dumped as he opened the front door. Charles made his way over to the test, taking it in his hands to see the results for himself.

“I don’t want a kid, not now -”

“You and me both Leclerc but I can’t just get pregant on my own can I?” You ran a hand through your hair. “This was all a mistake, we should have never of spent the night together, if I could take it back then I would.” 

Your words killed him. Sure, he didn’t want a child yet but that didn’t mean he didn’t want one in the future. But he also didn’t want you to regret spending the night with him, for Charles if he could relive the moment again, he would. He wanted it to happen again and again, he even planned to be with you but hide it from Arthur. He had the perfect life with you all planned out in his head but clearly things weren’t meant to be. 

“Do you really mean that?” He looked down at you, fighting back every word he wanted to say. “Would you take everything back? You and I?”

“We would never work Charles. It was never meant to be… it was a bit of fun that went wrong.” Your eyes met his. “Nothing more.”

“Fine.” He nodded, setting the test down. “Are you keeping it?” 

“I don’t know -”

“When you’d made up your mind let me know.” His eyes looked almost glass like as the tears slowly filled his eyes. “If you keep it, I’ll pay child support, but I don’t want anything to do with it.” He left without another word, he hated himself for it.

He didn’t mean it. He wasn’t lying about not wanting a kid now but that didn’t mean he’d want to leave his child without a father and leave you without support. He just knew how stubborn you could be and how you wouldn’t change your mind about walking out on the two of them, so the brothers still had one another. Charles needed time and he knew you needed time too. He planned to find Arthur and tell him how he felt about you, he needed to tell him everything and mend what had been broken to prove to you things can work but you had other plans. You couldn’t break the brothers apart and with you not around you hoped they’d forget about what had happened and move on with their lives. Not wanting to pick between them you got up and left, everything you once owned came with you and you left Monaco. 

It was probably a stupid decision just to pack everything and leave but, in the moment, it felt right and sometimes you just have to go with your gut when it comes to certain things and that was one of those times. You’d moved to England, more specifically a small village in the north of England, hopefully somewhere where no one knew who you were and luckily for you they didn’t.

The village was mainly home to elderly residents and a few small families. It was quiet and out of the way with a good community, the perfect hideaway for you and your son. You now lived in one of the cottages that overlooked the river which flowed through the streets. It was so different to Monaco but in the best way possible. Looking down at your son who was fast asleep in his cot you couldn’t help but regret the words you’d said to Charles. How could you ever regret having your son? 

Charles crossed your mind everyday, so did Arthur but things were for the best. You would secretly look at their Instagram accounts on a burner account and noticed the two posting photos of one another and filming eachother for their stories. They had healed what had happened. Arthur wouldn’t forget what happened but he could forgive his brother with time and it’s clear to see that time healed them both. 

What you didn’t know was that you crossed the brothers minds everyday too. Charles kept a photo of you in his helmet so no matter how far away you really were you would always be close to him. He often found himself wondering if you had a boy or a girl and if they had your eyes or his nose. It pained him more than he thought it ever would seeing other drivers with their children and their wives, he wanted that. 

“If you keep staring you might not ever look away.” Arthur had caught Charles doing just that. He was staring at Checo and his children, smiling at the way he placed his helmet on their tiny heads. 

“You still think she had a girl?” Charles asked his brother. 

“Definetly, you still team boy?”

“I know it’s a boy.” Charles smiled, tearing his attention away from Checo and his family. “It’s been over a year now, if he came on time, he’d be eight months old now.” He looked at Arthur. “I need to find her.”

“We will.” He gave his brother a reassuring smile. “But if y/n doesn’t want to be found, she won’t be. We always said we’d never lie to one another, but she was good at lying, the best poker face I’ve ever seen.” Arthur thought fondly of the memories. If only he could go back and change the past.

“Mr Leclerc?” A voice grabbed the brothers attention. They spun around to meet the eyes of an older woman. She smiled at them both, looking at them as if they were long lost family members. 

“Which one?” Arthur asked. 

“Both of you!” Her voice lit up. “I presume you two know who y/n y/l/n is?” 

Both brothers shared a glance of urgency before looking back at the women before them. “Yes!” They spoke in unison. 

“Good, I thought I’d gotten the wrong sport!” She laughed to herself. 

“What do you know about y/n?” Charles asked, his voice filled with worry. 

“Don’t sound so worried! She’s fine! She’s my neighbour!” The two boys had a million and one questions but the woman beat them to it. “I’m Margaret.” She held her hand out for the two of them to take. “She lives in England. We’ve grown rather close since I’ve been babysitting the little one for her whilst she has some time for herself. She spoke about you two and I knew I recognised your names somewhere. She would kill me if she knew I was here but… I lost the love of my life over a mistake, and I can’t watch her do the same.” 

Margaret was in fact your neighbour. She helped move you into your new home and was also the woman who bought you Leo, your dog. He’d been trained by a local farmer to put your mind at ease whilst you lived alone before your son arrived. Due to her kindness, you often opened up to her about your life. You told her about Arthur and Charles, something you hadn’t told anyone else before. 

Margaret understood your pain as she to lost those close to her. She fell in love with someone she knew her parents would never approve of and instead of standing up for them she let them go, letting the love of her life be belittled by her family and never keeping them close to her and she knew she couldn’t let you do the same thing. 

She told them everything including where you now lived. Charles didn’t waste a second, ignoring the fact that he still had to race that afternoon he threw his helmet to the side, telling Ferrari to tell the press he was sick and needed the reserve driver to take over for this weekend. 

“Are you coming?” Charles called after Arthur as he started to leave the paddock. 

“No.”

“What?” Charles spun around and stopped in his tracks. “Arthur I thought -”

“She needs to see you more than me.” He gave him a light smile. “She had your child, not mine and that kid needs you. Tell her how you feel, not just for her sake but for mine. Fed up with you complaining about how much you like her.” 

Charles pulled his brother into a quick hug. “Thank you.” 

Whilst Charles was on his way to you, you were wrapping up to brace the English autumn weather to take Leo for a walk. You wrapped your son up so he wouldn’t be cold before lowering him into his pram. Leo placed his head onto the pram, looking down at the small boy. Smiling you pet his head as you threw your coat and scarf on. “Good boy.” You praised the dog as you grabbed his lead and harness and leaving the house.

You glanced over at Margaret's cottage yet never saw her in the small front window, knitting away some sort of blanket for your son or even one for Leo. “Must be out.” You muttered to yourself before pushing the pram towards the trail in the woods. You would never get used to a view like this, the way the golden leaves danced through the sky before hitting the ground. It was such a simple sight but after flying from country to country due to the Leclerc brothers you never got to experience anything like this. 

Leaning down slightly you let Leo off the lead when the two of you had entered the woods, letting the dog sprint around to his heart desires but he always kept close to you, just in case. Smiling down at your son you took out your phone to take a photo of the boy. He had his dad’s eyes and your nose. A perfect mix of the two of you. 

“y/n!” A sudden voice grabbed your attention, a voice you knew all too well. Turning around you met the face of Charles Leclerc. He was jogging up to you, something Leo saw as a threat. The German Shepherd dropped his ball and ran towards you, standing in front of you he lunged at Charles, barking and growling at the man before him. 

“Leo down.” You held his harness, pulling him back slightly. The dog stood back but kept his attention onto the stranger ahead of him. 

“Since when did you get a dog?” Charles was breathing heavily, his face terrified of the animal.

“Since I lived alone.” You met his worried gaze. “How did you find me?” 

“I didn’t stop looking since you left, nor did Arthur.” 

“Is he here?”

“No but he’s coming… I promise you he’ll be here.” Your sons cry grabbed your attention, still holding onto Leo you looked back at the boy. 

“Oh baby it’s okay.” Your free hand carefully scooped him up, placing him against your chest you started to rock him back and forth as best you could whilst holding onto your dog so he didn’t attempt murder on Charles. “Shh… shh…”

Charles felt time stop. His heart burting with pride at the sight of the woman he loved his son before him. “Is that -”

“He’s yours Charles.” You smiled at him.

“He?”

“Hmm, you have a son.” 

“Arthur owes me a lot of money.” 

“Sorry?” 

“We had a bet… if he was a girl or a boy, I said boy, he said girl.” 

You arched your brows at the man. “You two haven’t changed.” You looked back at your son. “Do you want to hold him?”

His face softened. “I’d want nothing more.” Charles stepped closer, still weary of your dog as you handed the child to his father. Anyone who walked past the two of you would have thought he’d been there since day one, he was a natural to this. “What did you name him?”

“Rowan.” You smiled, putting Leo back on his lead. “He has your eyes.”

“And your nose.” Charles smiled before he looked back at you. “Why did you leave?”

“You said you didn’t want a baby-”

“That doesn’t mean you had to leave.”

“I didn’t know what to do. You didn’t want to be a part of his life which meant not being a part of mine. Arthur hated me which meant I had lost you both and that was something I couldn’t live with. You know how small Monaco is, I knew I’d see you two at one point and I couldn’t face you two after that so I left. Moved here and now I’m never going back to Monaco, I’m raising Rowan here, I needed a new start and travelling around the world isn’t a life for a child.”

“Then I’ll move here.” His voice was full of urgency. “For over a year I could never stop thinking about you. I have always liked you and I just thought it was because of how you bullied my brother, the way you always knew everything about motorsports, I loved it. It was only when we grew up with one another I knew I loved you. I can’t apologise for everything that happened when you fell pregnant. I should have been with you through the pregnancy, throughout everything. When I said I didn’t want a child, I meant right now. I panicked and when Arthur and I spoke everything through you were already gone.” 

He held his son close to him, holding his right hand out as he balanced Rowan in his left. Taking his hand into yours you stepped closer to him. “I lied to you the last time we spoke.” He was taken back by your words but continued to listen. “I don’t regret spending the night with you, I don’t regret anything we did and I do love you.” 

“Neither do I.” He leant down, placing a kiss on the top of your head. “But now I’m not going anywhere.”

“Good because I really need someone to feed him during the night, he’s teething and I need sleep.” 

Charles laughed, this time dipping his head down to capture your lips into his. The kiss was far overdue. Your lips were sweet against his own, a taste he always wanted to feel. His hand left yours and cupped your cheek, pulling you closer into his chest as best he could without disturbing Rowan. He deepened the kiss as you got closer, his thumb brushing along your bottom lip when you pulled away for a breath. 

“Please never leave again.” He muttered against your soft lips. 

“I won’t.” Your eyes met his. “I promise.” Charles leaned in again but jumped at a sudden loud bark. Leo narrowed his eyes at the brunette, if he could talk you knew he’d yell at Charles like he was a disobedient child. 

“I’m not putting up with him.” Charles backed away from the animal.

“Oh he’s fine.” You dropped to your knees so the dog could rest his head on your chest, wagging his tail a you gave him all the attention in the world. “He just needs to get used to you.”

“Margret never mentioned him…”

“Margret?” You looked up him, curiosity on your face. “How do you know who she is?” 

His eyes widened at his own words. Shit. “Probably shouldn’t have said that…”

Weird question perhaps, but do you currently have any F1 fic requests?

Not a weird question at all :) My F1 fic requests I have currently are:

Part 2 of Rivals with benefits (Mick Schumacher)

Part 2 of Pink and Blue (Lewis Hamilton)

Part 2 of Best friends brother (Charles Leclerc)

A request with Max Verstappen

And just one asking for more Charles Leclerc

Sleepless Nights - Lewis Hamilton x reader

Lewis Hamilton x female!reader

Summary: Your next-door neighbour is constantly keeping you awake so one day you decide to confront him.

Warnings: Smut, no mention of protection so wrap up before you tap it, fluff, swearing

Word Count: 5.8K

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Another sleepless night you were caused by your next-door neighbour. What on earth was he doing in there? For the past week, he’d constantly keep you awake although you didn’t have to worry about him for most of the month. His job clearly allowed him to travel well, you knew it did. You lived next to Lewis Hamilton, to most girls, it would be a dream come true but no one ever dreams to think of how loud he was during the night. 

At first, you thought he was bringing over a new girl every night but you never heard any moans or saw anyone leave when you left for work the following day. It was strange but you were growing tired of it and tonight was the night you’d confront him. 

The constant banging sound erupted at the usual time of one in the morning. Huffing you threw on a hoodie and attempted to open the door when your cat grabbed your attention. Looking over to your bed you saw Toto, your black cat perched on the sheets, his green eyes squinting at the sudden bright light in the room. 

“Sorry buddy but I’m not having him keep us up all night.” Heading out of your bedroom you quickly walked through your apartment before opening your front door. You hit your fists on his front door rather forcefully. The sudden noise in his flat stopped and you heard footsteps growing louder as the door unlocked. 

He was shirtless and covered with sweat. His braids hung low in front of his face as he took a deep breath. His eyes met yours, a smirk tugging on his lips to see his neighbour standing before him. “Can I help you?” He asked, still gasping for a breath. 

“Yeah, can you maybe stop whatever you’re doing or whoever you’re doing, I’m trying to sleep?” 

Lewis let out a low laugh, looking down at the floor before meeting your eyes again. “Whoever I’m doing?” The laugh grew. “I can assure you I’m doing no one…” A smirk returned to his lips. “Unless you’d like me to -”

“I’d rather you just be quiet at night.” 

“Do you know what I do for a living y/n?” He cocked his head to the side. 

“I’m very much aware.” 

“Then you know I have to train for that.”

“Not at one in the morning you don’t.”

“I can’t sleep.”

“Then go for a run outside where I can’t hear you.” Rolling your eyes at him you spoke again. “I’m sure Sir Lewis Hamilton is capable to go for a run by himself.” 

“I don’t want to leave Roscoe.” 

“He’s a dog -” Just as you spoke the English Bulldog came plodding towards the door, his heavy breaths matching his dad's. 

Roscoe stepped towards you, leaving Lewis’s flat to get closer. Unbeknown to you he was picking up on something. He looked to his left and that’s when he met the eyes of Toto. You had completely forgotten to shut the door and Toto had clearly come to see what was going on. Roscoe barked causing Toto’s ears to flatten and he hissed at the dog. 

Roscoe lept forward at the cat causing Toto to flee down the hallway. Roscoe followed, chasing after the animal as you watched in horror. “Toto!” You called for your cat before turning to Lewis. “Go and get your fucking dog!” 

“Roscoe!” Lewis called, quickly leaving his apartment to run after the two animals. You promptly followed suit, running after the animals. Toto was much faster than Roscoe. He sprinted down to the other side of the hallway within seconds whilst Roscoe tried to catch up. Lewis was also faster than his own dog and managed to grab the animal whilst Toto ran up into your arms, sinking his claws into your hoodie, never wanting you to let go of him.

“Christ not only can’t you stay quiet but you can’t control your dog -”

“Your cat is called Toto?” Lewis asked, ignoring your previous statement. “Like my boss?”

“He’s actually named after Toto from The Wizard of Oz.” You replied. 

“You know he was a dog in that film right?”

“Yes, I know he was!” You held your cat tighter. “Are you okay honey?” You looked down at the cat, looking over him to make sure he wasn’t hurt.

Lewis scanned his dog for any marks caused by Toto. “I think he scratched Roscoe…” 

“He deserved it! Chasing my poor boy around like that, he was terffied.” 

“Maybe you should have locked your door then.” Lewis huffed, keeping Roscoe by his side. 

“Maybe you should have a dog with better recall and maybe if you didn’t keep me up all night we wouldn’t be having this discussion right now.” Tightening your grip on Toto you pushed past the man and walked back to your door. “Keep it down Hamilton.” You sent him one last glare before slamming your door shut, leaving him and Roscoe in the hallway together. 

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The days went on and you were yet to hear any sound from Lewis. The only sound you ever heard was him locking his door and telling Roscoe he was going to see Angela. Luckily for you, he was racing in France on the weekend so you knew you would at least get a few peaceful nights' sleep and so would Toto before he returned. Everything seemed to be going smoothly until your shower turned stone cold and never showed a hint of turning warm again. 

You didn’t have time to worry about it as you had to leave for a friend's birthday. Saying goodbye to Toto you headed out the door and headed to the restaurant. 

“So how’s the neighbour?” Your friend asked as you sat opposite her as you ordered starters. 

“Still a dick.” 

“He’s doing well at the moment.” Your other friend, who sat beside you had her eyes glued on a tv screen hidden towards the bar. Your eyes fluttered towards the screen, watching the cars speed around the track. She had a point, Lewis was doing well. You knew he’d had a rough time on the track recently, not that the two of you talked a lot but it wasn’t hard to see when he was known by the world. 

“Maybe if he wins he’ll shut up when he’s home.” You replied, turning back to the menu. 

“It can’t be that bad.” 

“You try living beside him.”

One friend let out a small laugh, her eyes glowing at the thought. “Wouldn’t mind it.” Without looking in her direction you rolled your eyes, trying not to turn your attention back to the screen or encourage their behaviour towards Lewis. 

It was so secret that he was good-looking and evidently had women dropping to their knees for him but Lewis clearly never took any interest, only caring about his career. That was something you and him could both agree on although you seemed to be able to balance both social life and work life, Lewis on the other hand only seemed to focus on work life, maybe that’s why he was so uptight. 

“He’s pretty uptight you know.” You suddenly spoke up. “So obsessed with work -”

“That’s exactly what you’re like.” One of the girls spoke. “Always focusing on your career.”

“But I know how to relax, he doesn’t.” 

“Keep telling yourself that.” 

The night went on and you eventually made your way home. There was still no sign of Lewis which was a blessing for you but there was also no sign of hot water again, something which was not so much of a blessing. 

“Fuck sake!” You nearly yelled as you slammed the bathroom door behind you. Toto gave you a look from his seat on your bed. “Sorry boy.” A sign of defeat fell from your lips as you fell beside the cat, letting your hands dance in his fur, earning a low purr from the animal. Your anger turned to a light smile as you watched his reaction, his eyes closed as you scratched his chin however the moment was ruined by a sudden knock at the door. 

Furrowing your brows you left Toto on your bed and made your way to the front of your apartment to open the door. Standing before you was Lewis Hamilton. He leant on the frame of the door, his lips tugging into a smile when he saw your expression. 

“What do you want?” 

His eyes scanned your body, taking in the outfit you had on. “Had a good night?” 

“It was a friend's birthday, didn’t think you’d be home this early. You were racing today…” 

“You watched it then?”

“Don’t have to watch it to know that you were driving.” 

“Good answer.” His smile turned to a smirk. “I just came over to ask you to keep the noise down -”

“Bold coming from you.” 

“I’m just saying y/n, practice what you preach. What were you shouting about anyway?” 

“My water.” You took a deep breath. “I haven’t had hot water in a few days and I really need a shower, I was told it would be fixed by this evening but that didn’t happen.” 

“You can use mine.” He was quick to generate an answer. “Consider it a favour for keeping you up these past few nights.” 

You pondered on the thought. It wasn’t like you couldn’t trust him but you knew he wouldn’t let you forget it. Lewis could tell you were thinking about it. “If you would feel more comfortable with me leaving whilst you shower I have no problem with that, I can wait outside if you want -”

“No.” You cut him off. “It’ll be fine, it’s your own place I’m not going to throw you out because you let me shower.” 

“Up to you.” He stepped back from your door. “Just knock when you’re ready and I’ll let you in.” The smirk turned into a grin as he stepped back, disappearing into his own house and allowing you to get ready. 

You couldn’t lie to yourself that you were thankful for his offer. The feeling of warm water running down your skin felt nicer than cold blades trying to cut it. Reluctant to turn the shower off you indulged in the feeling of the water one last time before stepping out and cutting the water off. Not wanting to take too long and knowing he probably wanted to sleep after his day you threw on a hoodie and shorts, ringing your hair out of the water and putting it up so it didn’t make your clothes wet you walked out of his bathroom and into his front room where he was sat with Roscoe. 

“Thank you.” Your words caught his attention. 

“You’re welcome.” His eyes fell to your hair. “You know I have a hair dryer you can use -”

“Thank you but I have my own, I don’t want to stay longer than I need to. You were in France only a few hours ago…” You paused for a second. “Why did you fly back so soon? Everyone else is still out there -”

“I like being at home, I know I travel for work and that’s a part of the job but being at home with Roscoe, family and friends is a better feeling than being drunk.”

You gave him a light smile. “That’s one thing we can agree on.” 

“Finally.” He laughed. “You know you’re welcome to sit rather than stand in my doorway.” 

“As I said, I don’t want to intrude for long.” 

“I slept on the plane and the way here, I’m fine.” He turned to Roscoe who was sleeping on his lap, snoring away as he twitched in his sleep. “It’s him that you’ll have to worry about.” 

“He’s sweet.” You smiled at the snoring animal. “How long have you had him?”

“Since he was a puppy, he had a sister too.” Lewis pointed to one of the photos hanging on the wall. “Coco but she passed away.” 

A small frown appeared on your face at his words. “Sorry to hear that…”

“What about you?” He quickly turned to you. “When did you get Toto?” 

“As a kid, I always wanted a cat and I begged my parents for one and they said no but my nan always said I should have been able to have one. She passed away three years ago and in her will, she left me some money specifically for a cat. I went to a rescue and they had a mother and her three kittens. Two kittens were adopted but the mum and her last baby weren’t so I took them both in. Unfortunately, Toto’s mum passed last year after a few health conditions but I still have him.” 

Lewis smiled warmly at your story. “That’s cute, why the name?”

“My nan's favourite film was The Wizard of Oz so it seemed fitting.” You met his gaze. “Even if he is a cat.”

Lewis smiled again as he smoothed Roscoe's fur. “You live on your own?” He kept the conversation going. 

“I do.” Your eyes looked around the room. “Evidently you do too.” 

“My brother comes to stay and so does my assistant Angela. A few friends here and there but other than that it’s just Roscoe and me.” 

“Does he come to all your races?”

“Most, if I know it’ll be too hot or too much on him he stays goes to a dog carer, he enjoys it.” 

“Bet you miss him.”

“Of course I do.” He looked down at the dog. “I wish I could take him everywhere with me but it’s not possible. You ever taken Toto out?”

“Took him on a walk once and he tried to bite a child -” 

Lewis had to hold back his laughter at your words. “How?” His smile grew as you started talking again. 

“So I’d seen people walk their cats so I tried it with Toto. I took him to the park in the square, I sat down and looked away for one second and that’s when a child came up next to him and tried to grab his tail and well Toto didn’t like that. It’s my fault really but then again parents should teach their kids to not run up to a stranger's animal, even if it is a cat.” 

He shook his head as he smiled. “Taking it you never took him out again?”

“Only for the vets.”

The pair of you spent the rest of the night just talking about your lives until you could feel your hair starting to dry. You never wanted to overstay your welcome after he’d been so kind to you despite what had happened the other night. When you left a smile was glued to your face, and your heart warmed at the conversation that had taken place. If Toto could speak he’d definitely judge you with more than his eyes. 

— 

The next day someone turned up to fix your water and you later found out it was Lewis who spoke to the building owner about getting it fixed since they didn’t listen to you although since that night you hadn’t seen Lewis much. You’d heard him exercising during the day rather than night meaning he’d clearly taken your complaint on board.

Everything was quiet in your house until a loud bang on your door made both you and Toto jump. The knocking was frequent and rather frantic. “Give me a second!” You called out to the person behind the door. Taking Toto off your lap you placed him on the sofa before answering the door. “Lewis?” Your brows arched at the man. He looked like he’d just had a panic attack, his hands shaking as he held onto Roscoe’s lead. “Are you okay?”

“Please can you do me a massive favour?” 

“What is it?”

“Please can you look after Roscoe for the weekend whilst I’m away? He can’t go with me this weekend and the person who normally looks after him had to cancel suddenly. I haven’t got time to take him to my parents, I have to fly in -”

“I’ll take him.” You held your hand out to take his lead. “It’s the least I can do.” A reassuring smile was displayed on your lips. Lewis could have broken down with gratefulness at your words. He quickly gave you the lead and a bag of his things. 

“I’ve written what he needs, how his food works, his walks, everything… I’ve also written my number in there… please text me -”

“I will.” You cut him off, holding the lead and bag. “Don’t make yourself late Lewis.” He smiled at your words. “Good luck this weekend.” 

“Thank you!” He pulled you into his chest, quickly hugging you before pulling back and kneeling down to pet Roscoe. “I love you, buddy, be good.” He met your eyes again. “Thank you y/n, he’ll behave I promise.”

“It won’t be me you need to worry about, it’ll be Toto.” 

“Poor cat, I’m sorry Toto!” Lewis called out as he started to leave, thanking you until he could no longer see you.

Roscoe walked into your flat like he owned the place, he was just like his Dad. He began sniffing around, making himself familiar with everything until his eyes caught sight of Toto. Toto looked down at the dog, immediately his ears went back and he hissed at the dog, not forgetting what had taken place a few nights ago. 

“Toto…” You warned the cat who arched his back at the dog. Despite the cat's warnings, Roscoe advanced toward him, sniffing the air near him. “Give him a chance.” Toto looked at you as if you were insane. “This will be a long weekend…” 

The first night was the worst, you felt so guilty towards Toto. You were his safe space and now you’d welcomed in an animal who stressed him out beyond compare but the second night was a little better. You were sat on your bed, a cup of tea in your hand as you kept your eyes glued to your television screen. Roscoe was sitting beside you, whining as he saw Lewis on the screen. “Aww, buddy.” You pulled the dog in towards you, his head now resting on your lap. 

Toto was sitting on your bookshelf, his eyes narrowing at the dog and your actions. He clearly wasn’t interested in the qualifying. You kept the TV to watch the interviews after, keeping an eye out for Lewis. As time went on Toto inched closer to the bed, clearly missing your attention and getting jealous of the dog before him. Roscoe was laying on your left side so Toto made his way to your right, nuzzling his head into your side. 

Smiling you moved your arm so he could follow suit with Roscoe's actions and lay his head on your lap. Your heart burst at the sight of the two of them slowly falling asleep on you. Grabbing your phone you took a photo and sent it to Lewis. You knew it would be the first thing he’d see when he finished his interviews and after his rough qualifying session, you knew it would make him smile. 

Like every night Lewis would facetime you to talk and see Roscoe and tonight was no different. The only thing that was different was that Roscoe was asleep and evidently didn’t want to talk to his Dad. 

“How’s he been? Not too hard for Toto is it?” Lewis was in bed, smiling at you through the phone. 

“He’s warming up to him.” You flipped the camera to show him the two animals now sleeping beside one another without you as a barrier. “Finally.”

“Bit like us,” Lewis replied. “You hated me -”

“That isn’t true.” You turned the camera back to face yourself. “I thought you were annoying but I never hated you, Hamilton.” 

“Even when I kept you up?”

“Only annoyed me.”

“Or when Roscoe ran after Toto?”

“Well I was closer to hating you then but you let me use your shower and I forgot about it, I think Toto did too.” 

“What are you doing next week?” Lewis suddenly asked. 

“Waiting for you to get back, why?”

“Just wondering.” He lied. “I’ll be back after the race and I’ll come to get him straight away.”

“No need to rush Lewis, he’s fine here.”

He smiled again, his eyes taking in your appearance. It reminded him of when you finished in the shower at his. You had the same content look on your face, he could look at it all day without getting bored. “Will you watch the race tomorrow?” 

“Of course, I will, good luck, you seemed stressed today -”

“When aren’t I in that car?” He smiled despite his feelings. “It’ll be fine, thank you though.” A smile crept on his lips as he spoke again. “Guess I’ll just have to follow the yellow brick road to victory.” 

Throwing your head back onto the pillow you let out a laugh but Lewis couldn’t help but want you to throw your head back in a different light. Ever since that day you and he had sat and spoken to the early hours of the morning when you used his shower he’d taken a different liking to you. The pair of you were similar yet so different in every way, he loved it. 

“Smooth Hamilton.” Your eyes met his through the phone. “I hope it guides you to luck.”

“So do I y/l/n.” 

“You better sleep.”

“You may have a point, for once.” He teased. “I will see you when I’m home tomorrow. Goodnight Roscoe and Toto!” He called for his dog and your cat. “Goodnight y/n.” His voice turned soft when he spoke to you. 

“Be safe tomorrow.” 

“I will, I promise.” 

With that, the two of you ended the phone call. You would miss talking to him every night, hence why part of you didn’t want him to fly out that night. Maybe it was a good thing that Lewis kept you up that night, after all, he might not have been so inclined to invite you to shower at his when your water went cold and if that had never happened then maybe you would have never taken Roscoe in for the weekend.

Lewis had finished on the podium that weekend meaning he came back in a better mood than he left in. When he returned he’d told you he and a few friends were heading to a local club to celebrate his achievement after a rough run this year. Lewis asked if you wanted to go with him so here you were getting ready for the night ahead. 

Holding up two dresses you turned to Toto. “Which one?” You looked at him as if you expected him to talk and give you an answer. The cat meowed as you held a black dress against your skin, clearly picking that as his answer. “The colour of his race suit… smart boy.” Wearing a matching lingerie set underneath you fixed your hair and waited for him. 

You weren’t waiting long for Lewis. His eyes grew wide when you opened the door. He could have sworn his heart stopped just at the mere sight of you. “You look…” His eyes scanned your body, words stuck in his throat. “Good… I mean beautiful…”

“Thank you.” A warm smile grew on your lips as you stepped towards him, closing the door behind you as you called back out to Toto. “You don’t look half bad yourself.” 

“I might not win every race but I can dress well.” He held his arm for you to take as he let out a small laugh. 

“Very true Hamilton, you know I didn’t think you were much of a drinker.” 

“I’m not but I do make exceptions.” He smiled. “Could say the same about you, when I went into your flat I never saw any alcohol.” 

“Just because you don't see something doesn’t mean it’s not there.” You hit back, arching your brows with a smirk as the two of you left yours and his building. 

“Smart y/n…”

“But you have a point, to an extent. I enjoy a drink occasionally but never push myself to the point of throwing up in the toilet… well that’s not to say I don’t.”

“I’ll hold your hair back.” He smirked. A small laugh fell from your lips as you walked towards the club. 

Needless to say, Lewis would hold your hair back and not in the way you thought he would that night. 

You stayed close to him throughout the night, not wanting to stray too far. Lewis kept his gaze on you as you danced alongside his friends. He watched as his friend's fingers ghosted on your waist. His jaw clenched as his eyes fell on the sight of you both, he couldn’t help but feel jealous at the sight. In his mind, he’d worked for your affection whereas they hadn’t. You and he had gone from shouting at one another to spending endless hours on the phone with one another, just simply enjoying one another's company. 

You could feel someone staring at you from afar. Your eyes met his with a smirk, Lewis held his drink to his lips, his fingers beckoning you to come and sit beside him. Without hesitating you walked over to the bar, ignoring him at first you ordered a drink before sitting beside him. 

“Having fun?” He asked, his tone bland. 

“I am.” You smiled. “Are you?”

“Hmm…” 

“For someone who just got on the podium, you sound rather annoyed.” You looked away briefly, thanking the bartender for your drink before looking back at him. You held the glass to your lips, taking a sip. Lewis’ eyes watched your every move before speaking. 

“What are you drinking?”

“Vodka Red Bull -”

“Really?” An unimpressed expression spread across his face at the mention of a rival team. 

“Have you ever tried it?” 

“No.”

“Then don’t knock it until you’ve tried it.” Holding the drink out to him you gave him a reassuring look. “Come on, try it.”

He looked down at the drink and back to you. Holding his hand out to take the drink he leaned forward. Your eyes met his as he leaned in. You thought he was going to take your drink but instead, he leaned closer in, attaching his lips to yours. His right hand cupped your jaw, pulling you as close as he could whilst sitting on the stools. 

His tongue darted across your bottom lip as he deepened the kiss, wanting to be as close as he could to you. You kissed him back after a while, his actions took you off guard but you weren’t complaining. You moaned slightly as he pulled away, smirking as he took in your flustered state. 

“You’re right… it does taste good.” He moved your hair from your face before letting his hand fall into yours. “Come on…”

You didn’t hesitate. You followed him without a second thought. Lewis dragged you back to his flat, unlocking the door faster than he could have ever imagined. He pushed you inside and directed you to his room. Lewis nudged you onto the bed, letting you fall on top of the sheets. You propped yourself up to watch him remove his shirt. 

The man was carved by the gods themselves. His tattoos stood proudly on his skin as he stalked forward. “Someone likes what she sees.”

“Just a bit…” 

His hand trailed up your thigh as he lowered down to meet your lips again. His hand ran up underneath your dress, hiking it higher as he pushed you further into the mattress. “So pretty…” He muttered against your lips as he kissed you deeper. Your dress was bunched up at your waist, allowing him to graze his fingers across your underwear. 

He pulled away from your lips, his face falling to your thighs. He started to press light kisses on your thighs, teasing you with every move. “Lewis…” You moaned, bucking your hips as he continued to kiss you closer to where you needed him the most. 

“Yes, love?” 

“Please…”

“Please what?” His voice alone teased you. 

“Please stop teasing me…” You hesitated on the next word. “Sir…”

“Fuck…” He moaned against your skin. “Say it again.” He demanded. 

“Stop teasing me Sir.” Lewis used his teeth to slowly pull your underwear down your legs. Getting bored of his teasing you pulled the rest of your dress over you, leaving you in just your bra. His eyes caught sight of this and a smirk spread across his face. 

“Such a cute set pretty girl…” He let his tongue explore you. “Someone couldn’t wait.” He moaned against your clit as he started to work. 

“Fuck Lewis…” You threw your head back and moaned as felt his hand trail up to your bra, tugging on the black material. Lewis used his free hand to tease you, even more, he grabbed your thigh, making you jump before he slowly entered his fingers inside of you. Gasping at the sudden cold sensation of his rings you arched your back at his advancements. 

“God you taste better than any drink…” His tongue played with your clit whikst his fingers continued to fuck you. He moaned on your clit, drawing you closer to your high. “So good for me…” 

He withdrew his fingers and his mouth, climbing back onto his bed. He ducked his head down once again, your lips hungrily kissing one another. Lewis tugged at your bra one last time, the force itself ripping the material from your chest. “Lewis!” You pulled back. 

He smirked, pulling his wallet out of his back pocket. Lewis opened it and took out a card, he placed it in your mouth before speaking. “The pin is 5, 3, 9, 0.” He took your boobs into his hands, tugging on the skin before moving his mouth down to your nipples. “Buy yourself a few sets it.” Lewis tugged your nipple with his teeth, smirking as you bucked your hips into his at the sensation. You let your hands fall down his chest, tracing every inch of his skin. 

As much as he wanted to tease you he couldn’t hold back for much longer. He wanted to be inside you and make you cum around him. He quickly slid his jeans off before kicking your legs open with his knees. He took his card from your mouth and placed it on his bedside table. “Don’t forget that.” The look on his face told you that he wasn't joking. 

Sliding his boxers off he lined himself up before looking back at you. “Are you sure about this?”

“If you stop now Hamilton I will fly to your next race and fuck Verstappen in front of you.” 

Lewis slammed himself inside of you, pushing himself in deep as he nipped at your neck. “He won’t make you feel as good as I do.” He grunted in your skin, pulling himself out and slamming himself back inside. 

“Fuck…” Your head fell into the sheets whilst your hands went to his back, dragging your nails across his skin, creating new marks alongside his tattoos. “You feel so good.” You moaned louder as Lewis kept up the pace, thrusting back in so your hips met. 

“Such a good girl for me…” He fucked you harder. His hand went to your face, his thumb swiping along your bottom lip as he watched your face turn into pure bliss. “You’re perfect.” He leaned down and took your lips into his again, silencing your moans against his own. His teeth tugged on your bottom lip as he slowly pulled out. His hands went to your waist, flipping you over onto your stomach. Lewis pulled you up onto all fours before pushing himself back inside of you. 

He grabbed your hair, pulling your face up as he started to fuck you again. He held his grip on you as he spoke. “God, you look so pretty like this, moaning around me like a good girl.”

“Lewis…”

“That’s it, moan, moan my name so the entire complex knows who fucks you this good.” For a second you kept quiet which made Lewis thrust harder, earning a loud moan to fall from your lips. “I know you can be loud so tell me y/n, who fucks you this good?” Lewis pulled on your hair harder, pulling you up into his chest. His lips ghosted your neck as his hand moved to play with your clit. 

“You do Lewis…” 

“Who? I can’t hear you, sweetheart…”

“You Lewis… you make me feel this good…”

“Yeah?” He taunted. “And are you gonna cum around me?” His actions sped up which only caused you to moan even louder. “You sound like you’re going to…”

“You seem like you’re going to.” You managed to moan back. 

Lewis let out a dark laugh. “Finally found your words?” 

“Shut up Hamilton and make me cum.” 

“You know if I didn’t want to cum inside you right now I would have teased you until the sun came up and I’d have you begging for me to let you cum.” He played with your clit faster, the sensation taking you to the edge. “But I feel like being nice right now…” 

His thrusts had slowly started to fall, a sign that he was close. Lewis held you up as best he could as he continued his actions. “Lewis… I’m gonna cum…”

“Good girl, cum for me y/n.” It didn’t take long for you to be sent over the edge. You let your head fall onto his neck as you came around his dick. The feeling caused Lewis to cum inside of you. His head fell against yours as he came. 

You fell forward against the sheets, Lewis propped himself up, trying his best not to follow suit. He took a breath and stood up, plodding towards his bathroom and grabbing a damp cloth. Kissing your forehead he cleaned you up as best he could before grabbing you one of his shirts and two clean pairs of boxers. He helped you put the shirt on before slipping the boxers onto your frame and followed suit on himself with his own pair. He switched the light off and trailed back to bed. Lewis wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you into his chest once again. 

Both yours and his breathing slowed down, matching one another as you both fell into sleep. You felt safe alongside him, a feeling that felt as if no one could ever come close to you. It was perfect. 

Maybe Lewis working out at one in the morning wasn’t so bad.

Training sessions - Philippe Coutinho x reader

Requested? Yes/No? - Heyy! I was wondering if you could do a coutinho smut imagine 🙏🙏

Summary: Phillipe needs to unwind after a tough training season. 

Warnings: Smut, swearing

Word Count: 2.7K

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You’ve been working at Aston Villa for about five years, meaning you’ve seen many players come and go and working in the social media department meant you were there for them from their very first day up until their last. A few of the lads would catch your eye when they joined, mainly for talent but there was one who always stuck out and that was Phillipe Coutinho. 

Fans adored him. When he signed everyone suddenly forgot who Grealish was and fell in love with the new talent. His high profile with fans meant you and Philippe spent a fair amount of time with one another, filming all sorts of videos for Villa's numerous social media accounts. Spending so much time with him resulted in the two of you growing close, not to mention the nonstop flirting but nothing came out of it. 

Being the head of social media for Aston Villa meant you were in the lad's shadows, following their every move throughout the day. Following them around had its perks, one minute you were watching them train during the glorious English rain and the next you were watching them play teams abroad in the scorching sun but unfortunately, the weather wasn’t on your side today. In typical English fashion, it had decided to pour down all day. Gerrard had postponed the training until the evening, hoping the rain would stop but the rain just seemed to fall down harder.

As much as you loved your job, standing in the rain and filming a group of men running around in circles wasn’t the most entertaining of activities. Your eyes kept glancing over at Phillipe who was clearly struggling with today’s training session. Every shot he took never seemed to go in, he seemed to hit the post every time or just shoot it a little too wide. Through the rain, you watched the frustration spread on his face. Running a hand through his hair you watched him let out a string of swears as Gerrard called them all back into the changing rooms. 

With training over it was your sign to pack up and go home, it had been a long day and with the shit weather anyone would have wanted to run off home as soon as they could, anyone but Phillipe Coutinho. You had planned to stay late anyway, wanting to upload the footage from today so it could be posted in the morning but you didn’t think he’d be waiting downstairs in the gym for you. 

You always keep a spare set of clothes in your office in case of days like this along with a towel. Normally you would head down to the showers, and dry yourself off before getting changed into your spare clothes and normally no one would be there to walk in on you. With the towel wrapped around your bare body, you turned the corner to be met with a rather familiar face.

“What are you doing down here?” His voice made you jump. Spinning around you held the towel closer to your skin as you met the confused gaze of Phillipe. 

“I thought you’d gone home…”

“Is that what you do when we’re all gone?” He smirked. 

“Only when it’s been raining and I’ve had to stand out there filming you lot.” Your eyes trailed across his body, trying not to stare at him too long. His toned body shone in the dim light of the shower rooms whilst his towel hung low from his waist, a sight you wouldn’t mind seeing more often if given the chance. “I thought you had gone home.”

“You said.” His smirk grew as he caught your eyes lingering. “But I wanted to train in the gym on my own for a bit.” 

You nodded, not saying anything for a second. “Do you normally train on your own?”

“Don’t play dumb with me y/n you know I don’t.” 

“I’m just asking -”

“You saw how shit I was out there.”

“Wasn’t that bad.” You replied. “I’ve seen worse -”

“I couldn’t even get the ball in the back of the net.” He huffed. “It was pathetic.” 

“I’ve seen worse.”

“Not from me.” He spat, running his hands through his hair as he turned on the shower. He looked back at you as he loosened the towel. “I thought you were down here to shower?” 

“I am…”

“Yet you’re still standing there with a towel wrapped around you.” 

“I’ll wait until you’re done.” You stepped back, planning to head out and wait until he was done when his voice stopped you. 

“Oh come on y/n you’re here now…” He started to walk forward, the towel dropping down his waist with every step he took. “Might as well.” His smirk didn’t subside when he saw your eyes flicker down to the towel. “You look flustered.”

“Rather hard not to be when you’re looking like that in front of me.”

“You’ve seen me with my shirt off before.” 

“Not like this.”

“You haven’t backed away yet.”

“Yet…” He didn’t care for your answer, he stepped closer to you, now only an inch away from you. You could feel his breath against your face, his gaze intense on your skin. 

Raising his finger he brushed your damp hair from your eyes before he spoke. “So pretty…” His finger came down under your chin, pushing it lightly so you were now looking up at him. 

“We can't -”

“Why not?” He frowned at your whispers. 

“Gerrad would lose his shit if he found out.”

“And you think I care about what he has to say?”

“I do, I could lose my job -”

“And if you do, I'll walk from this club and take care of you.” He smirked, leaning down and allowing his lips to ghost along yours. “All you have to do is say yes.”

He was beautiful, there's no denying that and you’d be lying to yourself if you said you didn’t want to have him at that moment. His dark hair was now falling from his face and onto yours as he hovered above you, waiting for your lips to make a sound. Part of him began to panic, thinking he’d overstepped the mark and read the past few months entirely wrong but your actions silenced his thoughts. 

Leaning up you connected your lips with his, your actions telling him everything he wanted to know. He didn’t wait to kiss you back. His hands grabbed your face, pulling you closer to him, wanting to feel your skin on his. One of your hands trailed down his chest, your nails creating faint red lines on his body. He smirked against your lips as your hand reached the top of his towel, lightly tugging on it but not enough to pull it down. 

“So needy…” He muttered against your lips, one hand leaving your cheeks and falling down to your chest. Adding pressure to your skin you felt his large hands tug at your boobs through the towel whilst he let out a light moan against your lips. 

The hand left your boobs, trailing down to your hips before it ran along your lower back. He smacked your ass suddenly, his hand cupping it as he landed the slap, pulling you closer to him. You jumped at his sudden movements, moaning lightly as you fell into his touch. His smirk grew at your actions before his hand tugged at the towel one last time before pulling it clean off your body. 

“So beautiful…” His voice was smooth and full of compliments as it danced through the air and filled your ears. His fingers traced every inch of your bare body that they could find, his eyes following suit. Your breathing was steady, as steady as one could be when a man like him was taking in every cell of your body. His fingers found their way to where you needed him the most. 

He could be wicked when he teased someone and he planned to do just that with you. His fingers brushed your clit, making you gasp and hold onto his biceps even tiger, your nails marking him ever so faintly. He added pressure on your clit, slowly starting to move in small circles. 

His eyes kept a firm gaze onto your face, lighting up when he saw your expression to his advances. He’d be lying to himself if he said a moment like this hadn’t crossed his mind before. “Fuck…” The word fell from your lips as he quickened his pace, wanting nothing more than to be inside of you but that had to wait, he wanted you to remember how this all felt when he crossed your mind. 

His free hand came up to cup your boob, tugging on the nipple, making you moan even louder. The smirk on his face grew as he grabbed your arms and shoved you into the shower. Your skin jumped at the sudden change in temperature but you didn’t have long to process the water on your skin as Philippe was now towering over you once again. He stood in the shower with you, his hair slowly falling in front of his eyes as he slowly removed his towel. 

Your eyes flickered down to what he was hiding and your eyes widened at the sight. The man was literally perfect. He followed your gaze down to where you were looking which only made his cocky attitude grow. “What’s the matter, love?” He leant in so his mouth was just above your ear. “Scared it won’t fit?”

A sudden burst of confidence filled your body as you spoke. “Think you should be scared -”

“Of what?” he cut you off.

“If you can handle it -”

“If I can handle it?” He fell to his knees, his hands dragging down your skin until they rested above your thighs. He looked up at you through the water as his hands forcefully spread your legs apart. “We’ll see about that.” His mouth latched onto your clit, sucking and tugging at the bud. His hands held your legs apart so you couldn’t escape. His tongue started to move against your slit whilst he continued to play with your clit.

“Fuck…”

“What's wrong sweetheart?” He looked up at you as he continued to work. “Can’t handle it?” He grabbed the back of your thigh and threw it over his shoulder.

“Stop being such a tease…”

“Where’s the fun in that?”

“Philippe please…” You moaned, your eyes rolling back at his actions. “Please…”

“I love hearing you beg…”

“Please…” You continued to beg. 

“Please what?” He taunted as he continued to play with your clit. 

“Please let me cum.”

“Good girl for asking but no.” Your eyes snapped open as he stopped playing with your clit. Setting your leg down he rose from his spot on the floor, suddenly towering over you with a smirk on his face. “I’d prefer to feel you cum around my dick.” Grabbing your hair he spun you around so your chest fell against the cold shower wall. His lips met your shoulder, biting at the thin skin whilst his knee kicked your legs apart. 

His free hand snuck up to your neck, pulling your head back against the crook of his neck as he slowly slid himself inside of you. The pair of you gasped at the sudden feeling, taking a second to adjust yourselves to the new sensation. He suddenly pulled out and quickly pulled your hips back into his, he repeated the actions again before he gathered a frequent pace, the hot water on your skin only adding to the sensation. 

Philippe began to hit places no man had ever reached, fucking you like it was the last fuck he and you would ever have. Small moans fell from your lips, not wanting to be too loud, something he picked up on instantly. 

“Why the silence?” “I’m not being silent.”

“You’re being very quiet…”

“That’s not being silent then is it?” Your words earnt you a sudden slap on your ass, making you jump from his grip but that only made him tighten his grip around your neck. 

“Don’t push your luck or I won’t let you cum.”

“I think we both know that’s a lie.” You suddenly jumped, feeling his fingers play with your clit. 

“I might just bring you so close…” He sped up his movements. “Then take it away.” his hand suddenly withdrew from your clit, his actions making you huff in annoyance. 

“You wouldn’t.” 

He let out a low laugh at your words as he suddenly pulled out. Your eyes widened at the sudden loss but you didn’t have time to question him as he spun you around to face him. His lips fell onto yours again as he slowly guided himself back to you, thrusting in harder than the last. Moaning against his lips he smirked at your reaction before he pulled away and spoke. 

“You’re right this time, I'm going to let you cum but that’s only because I’ve been waiting for this for so long.” His pace quickened. “I want to feel you cum around me.”

“You will if you keep it up.” Your moans grew louder as his hand went back to your clit, toying with your pleasure. You threw your head back, your eyes shut at the pleasure he continued to inflict onto you. He looked down at your reaction, smirking with pride at you. He suddenly gripped your waist, pulling out as he spun you around to face him. 

“I want you to look at me when you cum.” His lips attached to your neck, sucking and biting the skin as he picked up the pace on your clit. 

“Fuck Philippe…”

“My name sounds so good coming from your lips.” You continued to moan his name louder, not caring if anyone could hear you. “That’s it…” He muttered against your neck. “Tell everyone who makes you feel this good.” 

“You do…” You moaned again. Phillipe moved his lips from your neck, his eyes now meeting yours before he admired the new artwork he’d left on your neck. 

“Good girl…” He sped up. “I want you to cum.” Your eyes squeezed shut at his words but that made his actions stop all together. At the sudden loss of movement or any sensation on your clit your eyes snapped open to meet his. 

“Why did you stop?”

“What did I say?” He looked down at you, a cocky grin on his lips. “I want you to look at me, everytime you close your eyes, I’ll stop, understand?” 

“Yes…”

“Good girl.” He started to move again, this time with more force and urgency. He wanted nothing more than to feel you come undone around him. His fingers sped up on your clit, adding light and heavy amounts of pressure to the bud. The sensation made your skin heat up and your stomach tighten. 

“Philippe…” 

“Yes?” He moaned against your skin as his thrusts slowly became less consistent, indicating that he was also close. 

“I’m close…” 

“Good.” He started to thrust harder, moans falling from his own lips as he held you up against the wall. Within seconds you felt the coil in your stomach snap as you came around him. The sensation made his head fall into the crook of your neck, moaning against your skin as he finished inside of you. 

With deep breaths the pair of you refused to move, not wanting to pull apart and lose the sensation. Philippe moved his head to rest his forehead on yours before he spoke. “You felt amazing.”

“You weren’t so bad yourself.” You let out a small smile at his words.

“I do try.” He smiled back, he slowly pulled out, missing the feeling almost immediately. “Did you drive here?”

You scrunced your face up at the sudden change of his words. “Yeah, why?”

“Fancy ditching it here all night and spending the night with me?”

“Such a romantic way to ask Coutinho.” You raised your brow at the man, a smirk on your lips. 

“Hey at least I asked.” He smiled. “I want nothing more than to spend the night with you. I know I should have asked a long time ago and probably not waited until we’d slept together but -”

“If you keep rambling, we’ll never get out of here.” You cupped his face with your hands. “Better late than never.” 

Tissues - Neymar Jr x reader

Neymar Jr x female!reader 

Requested? Yes/No: Heyyyy ❤️ can I request if u have time of course an imagine with neymar where the reader is sick and neymar wants to take care of her but she doesn't because she afraid she gonna get him sick . However neymar takes care of her but gets sick too so they're both sick sitting all day at home watching movies cuddling etc.💕💕

Warnings: Fluff, swearing

Word Count: 1.8K

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Arguably one of the worst things anyone could wake up to was a sore throat and a pounding headache. You noticed everyone around you was slowly starting to fall ill, especially with the weather turning as cold as it was in Paris but you’d hoped you’d been lucky enough to avoid the sickness, clearly you were wrong. You woke up without Neymar by your side, he normally woke up earlier and had a quick session at the gym before you woke up, that way he got to spend more of the day with you rather than running off to work out when the pair of you were midway through something. 

Groaning you reached over to pick up your glass of water which was currently sitting on your bedside table. A shiver shot down your spine as the liquid stabbed your throat. Setting it aside you threw yourself down onto the covers, your hands covering your face as the morning sun hurt your eyes. Everything was silent until the front door clicked open. 

“y/n?” Neymar called your name. “Are you up yet?” He asked as he pushed the door to your shared bedroom open, his hopeful expression dying when he saw the look on your face. “What’s wrong?” He hurried over to you but you ushered him away. 

“I’m ill so don’t get too close, otherwise you’ll end up with it and Kylian will kill me.” 

“You think I care for what he has to say?” The Brazilian gave you a look as he moved to the window, opening it ever so slightly enough to give the room some airflow but not enough to make you worse than you already were. He placed his hand on your forehead, a sympathetic look on his face when he noticed how hot you were. “Oh, baby…” Pulling back he grabbed your glass before speaking. “I’ll be back, don’t move.”

“You think I can move?” 

“Even when facing death you still have a way with words.” He mocked before heading to your kitchen. He grabbed some light snacks that he knew wouldn’t make you feel even worse than you did, a soothing tea, more water and plenty of medication. 

Briskly, walking into the room with a light smile, placed everything down on the bedside table for you. “You need to sit up.” He leaned over and wrapped his arms around you, pulling you up gently so you could rest against the headboard. 

“Ney please don’t -”

“Don’t what?” His brows furrowed. “Look after my girlfriend when she’s ill? You do the same for me when I’m ill or injured…” 

“That’s differnt…”

“How is it?” 

“I don’t have to play football weekly in front of millions.” 

“Well if I get sick they can survive without me.” He grabbed the medication from the side before facing you again. “This will help with the headache and any pain.” He handed you the pill and water, watching as you tensed your body up at the shooting pain in your throat as you swallowed the liquid. “And this…” He handed you a spray bottle. “Will numb the throat pain, I can grab more things if you need them.”

“Thank you but I’ll live, it’s just a shitty cold.” 

“They’re the worst though.” He gave you a light smile. “Make sure you keep drinking, I read that the more water you drink, the quicker the virus leaves your body.” 

“I’ll try.” Giving him a faint smile you watched as he picked up the tv remote before handing it to you. He climbed onto the bed, laying on top of the duvet. 

“What are you doing?” 

“Watching TV with you?”

“But I’m ill.” 

“I worked that one out a while ago.” He teased. 

“Please Ney, you’ll get ill…”

“And? Won’t be that bad.” 

You had no strength to argue with him, as much as you wanted to tell him that he needed to leave you to die alone in the bedroom you knew he’d never get up and just go so you accepted your fate and he accepted his. 

The pair of you spent the day watching shitty movies and talking about the weirdest topics anyone could think of. It was the side you wished the world saw more of when it came to him. He was beyond kind and always looked out for others, even if it didn’t benefit him. Deep down he was one of the kindest people you’d ever met but it was a shame the world never saw him like that. 

That night he came into your bedroom holding two bowls, both filled to the brim with soup. “I made it myself.” He smiled like a child on Christmas. “Not sure how good it’ll be but I did try.” You reached your hand out to cup his jaw, moving your thumb along his beard with a smile. 

“Thank you.” 

He leant over again, kissing your forehead lightly as he set the tray on the bed, making sure he didn’t spill anything. “Anything for you love.” He handed you a bowl but stopped you before you could even think to take a sip. “Take this, it’ll kick in when you sleep, hopefully then you’ll make it through the night without any disturbances. That’ll make you better faster.” He handed you the pill before tilting your chin up so you could swallow the rest with water. “Good girl.” He winked, earning himself an eye roll from you as he set the water aside.  He grabbed his own bowl, this time crawling under the covers of your bed. 

“Ney you’re going to get sick.” 

“How many times have I told you that I don’t care?”

“Well, I do.” 

“I know and for that I am thankful but when we sleep together and share a house together it is rather hard not to catch one another’s illnesses.” 

“It can be avoided if you just left me in here…”

“And let your rotten corpse make the house smell? No thanks, I’d rather die with you.” 

A small jolt of laughter fell from your lings, nearly taking your breath away with how sore you really were from the illness. “Thank you.” You looked up at him, inching closer to him.

“You never need to thank me.” The two of you spent the evening waffling about anything you could think to talk about, in parts you almost forgot you were ill and then the pain in your throat stabbed you slightly just as a reminder to yourself that you were in fact ill and no amount of laughter would change that. 

“Ney?”

“Hmm?”

“What does the kitchen look like after you’ve been cooking in it?”

“Want me to be honest?” He asked as he started to eat. 

“Obviously.” 

“Looks like a bomb just went off.” 

“Brilliant…” 

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“Okay so fuck, marry, kill but… it’s only the guys in the team.” You smiled up at him as you spoke, and the two of you decided to spark up a fuck, marry or kill debate whilst watching an episode of modern family. “Kyillan, Messi or Marqunihos…” 

“Fuck… um…” He thought long and hard about his answer, anyone would think he was taking an exam to decide his future. “Okay… marry Messi… fuck Marqunihos… and kill Kyllian.” 

“Killing off Kyllian with no mercy.” You laughed at the man who was now quickly rethinking his answers. “You know you can’t change your answer when you’ve said it.” You spoke, noticing the change in expression. 

“I know, I know… just thinking about what Kyllian would say if he heard me say that.”

“If it makes you feel better there’s definitely been moments where he’s thought that about you before.” 

He shook his head, a laugh falling from his lips. “You know what I think you might be right…. On more than one occasion I’m willing to bet.” As his laughter subsided, he turned his head away, coughing into his shoulder before facing you again. 

“You okay?”

“Me? Yeah… I’m fine, just got something stuck in my throat.” He flashed you a smile, a sign he was definitely lying when it came to things like this. 

“I think you’re lying…”

“Calling your boyfriend a liar huh?” He mocked before placing another kiss on your head. Neymar glanced at his phone, quickly noticing the time. “We better get some rest, you need the rest. With little rest you won’t recover fast.” His hand snaked under your chin, tilting your face up to look at him. He lowered himself down, kissing your lips lightly, almost scared that if he added force he’d hurt you. He wished he could have longed the kiss out, wanting nothing more than to have you all to himself for that night but he couldn’t and the truth was he could feel himself start to show symptoms of your illness.

“I love you.” 

“I love you too… thank you for all of this.”

“I don’t know why you thank me.” He pulled the duvet over the two of you, sinking into the pillows like they were clouds. “In sickness and in health remember?”

“We aren’t married.”

“Yet.” You didn’t need the light on to know he flashed you a grin.

His hands snaked around your waist, pulling you onto his chest. His hand traced your face and lightly made its way to your hair, knowing the feeling immediately relaxed you. 

“Ney…”

“Don’t you dare say that I’m going to get ill because I don’t care.” 

Giggling into his chest you nodded against his skin. “Fine… you win.” 

“I always do love.” He planted one last kiss on your forehead as the two of you quickly drifted off to sleep, both relaxed in one another arms, now finally not caring if one was sick. 

The next morning you awoke to the sounds of horrific coughing, it honestly sounded like your boyfriend had managed to choke himself in his sleep. 

“Ney?” 

“Hmm?” He called from the bathroom, suddenly emerging in the doorway his eyes were bloodshot and pools of sweat started to form on his forehead. “Oh, baby…” You gave him a sorry look as you took in his wrecked state. 

“You know…” He plodded back to bed. “You may have had a point about not getting to close when you’re sick, I feel like shit.” 

“I did tell you -”

“I know, I know!” He landed on the bed, rolling on his back so he could rest his head on your chest. “I say we just make the most of it and cuddle all day.” He looked up with hopeful eyes. 

“Well, I can take care of you.”

“You gonna rival my soup?” A smirk played on his lips.

“Rival it? Your soup is going to taste like dishwater compared to mine.”