Formula Racing Imagines And Preferences

✨Lance Stroll - But Its Mine!

I sit on my couch with my boyfriend Lance. We had been dating for such a long time now, ever since my sixteenth birthday to be precise. It was snowy in Canada and you'd think I'd be used to it by now but no. I'm not. It's still cold regardless. "Want me to go get us some jumpers?" he asks pausing the film we were watching. I nod my head and he goes off to my bedroom to get two jumpers. "Babe?" he calls. "Yeah! What's up?" He returns to the living room with a light grey hoodie and holds it up. "Yeah, you can borrow it if you want." He let's out a scoff. "It's my jumper." I turn back around to face him. "I don't see your name on it." He pulls out a label with his name clearly on it. "My name is on the label!" "Well I can't read your handwriting!" I try my best to defend myself. I was failing miserably. "And besides, I took it because you always break my stuff unintentionally."

"Oh yeah? Like what?" I laugh before speaking again. "My lamp, my chair, my wall, my couch, my bed, you ripped my bed clothes. You name it, you've broken it." I say listing off everything on my fingers. "Well correct me if I'm wrong, but weren't you begging me to-" I cut him mid sentence because I know why they all broke, partially my fault if I'm being honeys but why would you? Look at him! "I'll... I'll just buy a jumper." I return to the TV blushing furiously. "I think you need a knew couch. How about we fuc-" "Don't you dare finish that sentence Lance Stroll." "I like it when you call me that. So demanding." he purred into my ear, making me almost leap onto him with just that sentence. "I-it's your name?" I stutter. "I'd even say sexy." I let out a light sigh, knowing something else is about to be broken. "Okay don't put the jumper on, instead remove all the clothes because you're right, I do need a new couch."