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save a horse, ride a driver: l.hamilton

pairing: lewis hamilton x black!reader

summary: there was no way you were letting lewis leave the hotel room looking the way he did without taking a spin first. [shoutout to my fren for this summary 😂]

tags: 18+ NSFW, MDNI, sexual content, pwp, oral [m] receiving, unprotected penetrative sex, dirty talk, spanking, slight choking, slight dom!lewis, breeding kink if you squint.

notes: today really ruined me guys 🫠. I wrote this in a few hours lmao. This is for the nasty girls like me going through ovulation and were left feeling wrecked by this man. NOT EDITED

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Having some time off from work, you had decided to join your boyfriend in Monaco for the long race weekend. It was only Thursday so there was no need for you to accompany him to the trac with him. You were going to stay at the hotel and utilize their spa facilities before preparing for dinner with Lewis later.

As you finished using the bathroom, you could hear his team packing their belongings and leaving the room. Lewis had about another hour free before he needed to leave for the circuit if he wanted to be on time. This was the time, if you were together, you would share breakfast.

You walked out to the living room area and stopped dead in your stride when you saw Lewis standing in front of the mirror as he fixed his braids into a low bun.

“Holy shit.” The words slid out of your mouth as you gaped at him. He was dressed in an extremely low v-neck pale blue cashmere cardigan which left the golden brown of his tattooed chest exposed paired with wheat coloured waist fitted linen trousers. He wasn’t wearing the custom Dior sneakers just yet but the jewellery that had been laid out last night were now in the right places.

Lewis was a man of fashion, a common interest that had connected the both of you but it was days like this that reminded you how a well put outfit enhanced his beauty to another level. It amazed you how much his dress sense managed to raise your arousal.

He turned around to face you with a genuine smile that quickly transitioned into a smirk when he saw the glint of lust in your eyes.

”Hi baby.” He greeted you before walking to sit on the couch.

“Where do you think you’re going, looking like that?” You asked as you crossed the room.

“Like what?” He chuckled as he furrowed his eyebrows in slight confusion.

“Like a slut! Who are you tryna get, looking this good.” A deep laugh burst from his chest as a light rosy tint touched his cheeks. He was used to your peculiar way of complimenting him but there were times where the comment would make his insides melt. He was a grown man and you still had the ability to make him weak in the knees with your unbridled attention.

“This is only for you baby.” Lewis spoke, gesturing to his body. “I’m all yours and only yours.”

“Looking like a five course meal and I’m ready to eat.” You said licking your lips before you dropped to your knees in front of him, between his legs. He looked down at you as you looked up at him, massaging his thighs and he knew what you were intending to do.

“Sweetheart, you know I need to be leaving soon.” He mumbled as he leaned down and pecked your lips

“Being late has never stopped you before.” You were rubbing your palm against his hardening dick beneath the fabric of his trousers. Lewis’s eyes fluttered close as he tried to be rational. You knew that he didn’t need to be so early, the circuit was a team minute boat ride - if need be, they’d wait for him.

“I’m not letting you leave this room without a taste. Let me enjoy you first before anyone else.” Whatever front that he had been attempting to put up, fell.

“You’re such a spoiled brat.” He sighed as he leaned back and placed his right arm on top of the couch. His other hand came to stroke the side of your cheek. He gazed down at you as he pressed his thumb against your lips. Once he slid his thumb into your mouth, you didn’t hesitate to wrap your tongue around the digit and suck on it hard.

Your eyes never left his as you moaned around his thumb, suctioning your cheeks as you would around his cock.

“Look at you, my pretty girl. You want it bad huh?” He softly spoke but the flare of his nose and the hardening of his dick under your touch showed how he was really feeling. Your arousal and raw desire for your man was causing an uncomfortable dampness in your underwear.

“Take my dick out.” The command made your body tremble with excitement as you unbuttoned his trousers and pulled him out. Seeing you hold him must have done something because, suddenly he leaned forward, curling his ringed fingers into your coils before he placed his lips over yours - bruising them in the process.

“Open your mouth.” He told you. And as you opened your mouth, he said. “Suck your dick, baby.”

You whimpered before you placed a soft kiss on the tip and caressed the rest of his length. You looked up at him as you slowly took him into your mouth until he was lodged at the back of your throat.

“Fuck, you’re so pretty with my dick in your mouth.” With one hand, he took your hair into a ponytail as he determined the speed. You placed your hands on his thighs to steady yourself as he fucked your face - thrusting into your mouth as he pushed your head down on his length bringing you closer to his pelvis.

Your eyes were brimming with tears as you struggled for breath gagging on his dick. And you loved every second of it.

“You okay baby?” Lewis asked. His voice breathless but laced with concern at the state of tears staining your cheeks. You nodded your head and quickly drew him back into your mouth with your hand wringing his girth. You raised your eyes to meet his as you let him hit the back of your throat once more. The choking sounds you made had him twitching in your mouth.

“Goddamn, this fucking mouth.” Lewis hissed as you sucked on his tip causing the base of his spine to tingle. You made a swallowing motion which stimulated your throat to contrast and tighten around the tip of his dick.

“Fuuuucckkk me.” He groaned as he threw his head back, pushing you away.

You giggled as you pressed your hands onto his thighs and stood up. You placed your legs on either side of his hips and took his dick into your hand and the other hand moved your panties to the side. You rubbed his tip against your wet centre until he was drenched. Your eyes locked and despite his well put together outward appearance, you were unraveling him with your continuous teasing.

Lewis leaned forward and tugged at your thick coils in his hand to hoist your head backwards. The sting of the pull caused you to hiss.

“Don’t fucking play with me, YN. Ride this dick.” He sternly told you as he dragged his mouth down the column of your neck before biting onto your exposed shoulder. You moaned as you finally pressed the head of his dick on your entrance. You couldn’t stop moaning as you rotate your hips on his cock. Lewis’s hands came to your waist, guiding you down slowly on his thickness until he was nestled in deep.

He groaned, feeling your warmth all around him. He smacked your ass causing you to gasp. “This is what you wanted right? So take it.” He harshly whispered before he pulled you closer by your neck and captured your lips. No longer caring to be gentle, Lewis demanded. “Ride me.”

“Baby, you’re so big, wait -.” You pleaded but he slapped your ass cheek again, causing your pussy to clench around him.

You began to ride him. Hard.

You mashed your hips against his, rolling your waist back and forth so that he was touching every part of you intimately possible. Your eyes fluttered close as you arched your back as your walls rhythmically clenched around his dick. A guttural moan left your mouth as Lewis’s fingers dug into the flesh of your ass and fucked you harder.

“Fuck yes! Just like that!” Your voice quivered as you placed your hands on his shoulders. You started bouncing up and down his cock which left his eyes rolling to the back of his head. Every time you came down, Lewis would thrust his hips up - making your orgasm quickly rise within you.

“Don’t stop!” He breathlessly moaned. You shook your head before you leaned down and drew his bottom lip into your mouth before kissing him passionately.

“I won’t.” You whispered. You increased your speed. The sound of your flesh clapping - along with your moans echoed across the room. Sweat was beginning to line his forehead and roll down the sides of his forehead. The smell of your sex taking over your senses.

Lewis slammed into you with a desperation only you would know. His arms wrapped around your body and you dropped your head into his neck. Your teeth trapped his skin in between them as the familiar hot tingle at the bottom of your spine rose.

“I’m about to come baby. Fuucck, sweetheart I’m gonna come” He whispered, whimpering as you bounced harder.

“Come with me. Come inside me.” The accumulation of his dick pounding your sweet spot with your clit constantly brushing on his pelvis along with the commanding nature of his tone, you were done for.

Your nails painfully dug into his shoulders as you screamed, tensing as your climax erupted. Lewis’s mouth parted into a silent moan, pushing his face into your chest as you milked him for everything he had. Your breaths were ragged as Lewis collapsed back into the couch with you in his arms. You sighed into his chest before you turned your head and laid kisses on his damp skin.

“Fucking hell, sweetheart.” He mumbled as he rubbed your back beneath your nightie. The both of you laid there, your bodies feeling like melted butter. You didn’t need the spa anymore, you were taking a nap as soon as Lewis left.

“If you didn’t look so good, I wouldn’t have needed to ride you like this.”His laugh vibrated through your body.

“So it’s my fault now that you got turned on?”

“Yes! Next time wear a burlap sack or something. You know what, no - you’d somehow make that look good too.”

He chuckled and pressed a kiss on the side of your forehead. “I apologise, I’ll be more ugly next time.”

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therealyn Save a horse, ride a driver or whatever was said 🥵 and my mannn, thank you to my mannn.

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user818 This is so real of you actually 😂🤭

user121 Ma’am, this is a wendy’s

lewishamilton Can you stop🧍🏾

⤷ therealyn lewishamilton But if I remember correctly, you were telling me not to????

⤷lewishamilton therealyn 🤦🏾

user619 not them basically confirming what we’re all thinking in the comments 😩😫

user444 No because if Lewis Hamilton was my boyfriend, I would be behaving like this too.

charles_leclerc Now we know why he was so happy in the paddock today ..

⤷ therealyn charlesleclerc Happy to be of service 🫡

lewishamilton therealyn When I get back, I’m locking your phone away.

⤷ therealyn lewishamilton as if 🙄🤚🏾

user788 the fact you can see in the video when he’s in the garage, the exact moment he saw this post 😭.

ru’s letter💌: this is probably one of the fastest I’ve written and uploaded something 😂. I have such a thing for eye contact during sex I’m noticing 🤭.

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23victoria · 2 days

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f1 drivers react to you texting “i’m pregnant” ☆ ✿

authors note: this is literally just a crack fic!! i wrote this at 2am! everything is jokes please do not take any of this seriously!! does contain sexual innuendos!! any feedback is appreciated and please like, comment, and reblog!! hope you enjoy!!

𝚏𝟷 𝚖𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝

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thisismeracing · 2 days

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Falling (in love) | LH44 (Patreon Exclusive)

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― Pairing: stepdad!lewis x kindergarten teacher!reader (she/her) ― Warning: mentions food and sickness (fever); single!mom reader; family issues; not been proofread yet; 3k words. ― Summary: When your kid found a new friend in his new school, you did not expect that would mean you would find yourself friends too. And sure enough, you weren't expecting to fall for his friend's uncle.

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A lot of things were unexpected that day.

First, the fact that Lewis was late to pick up his niece, but when he got there she wasn’t throwing a tantrum, quite the opposite. When she saw him she saw him, she came running through the school’s entrance with the biggest smile on her face when just earlier that week she made a fuss to go to class every morning – before and after getting there.

The second was the smallest boy who was right behind her. His backpack swung from side to side, while Wendy ran up front turning every few seconds to giggle at him.

And just when Lewis thought those were the only two unexcepted things, you walked out of the door carrying a few books in your hands and a big bag on your shoulder, calling for Wendy and the smallest boy.

“Uncle Lew!!!” His niece screamed before barreling into his legs and hugging him. He chuckled, bending down to kiss her mop of curls. “Have you met Leo?”

“I don’t think so,” he shook his head just as the boy finally reached them.

The kid’s version of a black Jordan and the styled curly hair made Lewis smile, that boy appeared to be around five but was already starring a fashion sense that a few older people hadn’t.

“Leo, you’ll give me a heart attack one of these days. You can’t go out running like this, honey,” your voice carried a serious but sweet tone simultaneously.

Lewis’ eyes found you standing a few feet away, curly hair clipped away from your face by a few strands, a pencil skirt, and a cream blouse. The folder and books in your arms gave him a hint of what you were doing there, and his silent guess turned out to be true when Wendy turned with a toothless grin and introduced you: “This is Miss Yn, our new teacher!” She took a step to stand beside you looking up with a beaming face that reflected yours. “And this is Leonard, her son, my new classmate. They’re new here, can we introduce the city to them like we did with Jackie and Uncle Toto? Also, can we have playdates later? Can we go to the park? Can we–”

****

“Mamma, I don’t wanna eat,” Leo held his hands behind his back giving you his best puppy eyes and you chuckled.

“How about you try a few bites and then go play with Dee, huh?”

“Yeah, champ, you gotta make your body strong so you can run as fast as you can,” Lewis tried, already cutting a sandwich in half for Wendy. “Have you ever tried vegan sandwiches?” He asked and Leo shook his head.

“I don’t like lettuce, mamma does though,” he shared, pointing his small finger at you.

“What do you mean you don’t like lettuce? Lettuce is exactly what makes us run even faster, it gives us tons of energy!”

“It does?” the curly-haired boy asked, hands now on the side of his body and curious eyes watching the food in Lewis’ hands.

“Yeah, I eat it all the time so I can drive my car in endless circles.”

You smiled watching the interaction.

“How about you have a bite? You don’t have to eat it all, just a bite. But I bet you will want to finish it. This one has so many things that make us bigger and stronger.”

“Strong like you?” his big brown eyes now looking at Lewis’ biceps, and you chuckled at your kid's face when the driver curled his arms and flexed his muscles.

“Yeah, strong just like me!”

****

“They truly made a bond in a short time, huh?” You commented.

“Guess we’ll be seeing each other a lot more often,” Lewis bumped your shoulder with his and you smiled. You wouldn’t lie that the prospect of interacting with him more than you did the last week wasn’t a bad thing at all.

“I’m not opposed to that.”

“Neither am I.”

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lorarri · 2 days

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★ . . . 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐇𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐌𝐀𝐒 𝐌𝐄𝐋𝐓𝐃𝐎𝐖𝐍 , 𝐋𝐇𝟒𝟒

summary , it's a cold winters day and a merged family chirstmas isn't the best idea cuz shit will hit the fan

pairing , step dad! lewis hamilton x fem! young teen! reader

Y/N

help

help me

helppppp

HANNI

what's happened now

MINJI

what's the wicked witch of the west done now?

DANIELLE

ask what she hasn't done first...

HAERIN

fair point dani

what's up bae?

Y/N

my mother is trying to be nice to me

she's been having a 'girls week' with me

and it just reeks of alternative motive

she wants us to have a joint christamas with dad and mina

DANIELLE

well that sounds like a shit show

HANNI

yeah something smells fishy

MINJI

shit's probs gonna kick off

HAERIN

ask you mom if you can spend christamas with us

Y/N

tried that...

didn't work at all

MINJI

I'll book you a ticket just incase you need to make a great escape

Y/N

thanks bae

gotta go mum's calling me down for dinner

aparently she wants to watch a film with me...

DANIELLE

are you sure she hasn't been taken by aliens

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Y/N

have you guys till got that plane ticket?

MINJI

yeah

sending it to rn

HANNI

bae you good just saw the dispatch article

you okay?

Y/N

no I'm not

so fucking done with everyone

I'll talk about it when I land

I'm at the airport

see you in a bit

DANIELLE

alr bet

HAERIN

have a save flight bby

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It always points South - Lewis Hamilton (NSFW)

Around 6 requests have come through with that cardigan and compass tattoo. I love it that you guys know what that tattoo does to me.

It's not a sequel/prequeal but it has the very same motivation I want South

pairing: Lewis Hamilton x Reader!

warnings: unprotected sexual activities, (p in v)

Also, wrap it before you tap it

wordcount: +1K

a/n: It's not proofread. I don't think I've ever written a smut that fast, but it had to be done, blame Eric and Lewis.

a/n.2: Thanks anon that suggested Y/n using his cardigan for everyone to see, it's chef's kiss at the end.

As always, I'm open for feedback, come say hi!

EXPLICIT CONTENT UNDER, -18 DO NOT INTERACT

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You stretched your back as you sat up on the edge of the king-sized bed, careful not to wake Lewis. The Monaco Grand Prix weekend was always a whirlwind of activity, and today was no different, but normal life was still happening, and you still had meetings to attend and errands to run, leaving Lewis to enjoy a few extra hours of sleep before his media obligations.

You kissed his forehead softly, whispered a quick "I love you" as you watched he stir and hug your pillow before tiptoeing out of the bedroom. Hours passed in a blur of meetings and phone calls. It wasn't until you had a moment to breathe that you checked your phone.

Notifications flooded your screen, all centered around one particular post.

There it was: a photo of Lewis, looking effortlessly cool and undeniably sexy in a sheer blue Dior cardigan, his chiseled chest, familiar compass tattoo on full display and a nostalgic caption that seemingly looked like had been written for any other post.

You couldn't help but laugh. Leave it to Lewis to try and deflect with heartfelt nostalgia and high fashion his own touch of cheekiness.

Without much thoughts, you shot him a quick message: “Babe, that paragraph on your Instagram doesn’t excuse how you’re showing your goodies to everyone in that Dior see-through.”

His reply came almost instantly: “What goodies?”

You rolled your eyes, a smirk tugging at the corners of your mouth as you changed the possessive pronouns to tease him. “My compass tattoo”.

The rest of the day passed by in a series of meetings and errands, but your mind kept drifting back to Lewis’s tattoo. You always had a soft spot for it, especially given how you often found yourself choosing "south". You wondered if he thought about it as much as you did.

Later that evening, you were back at the apartment, standing in front of the bathroom mirror, brushing out your hair. You had just slipped into a robe, preparing to shower before the sponsor's party you were both attending.

The door creaked open, and you saw Lewis's reflection in the mirror, leaning against the doorway with a smug grin plastered on his face. “So” he began, his voice low and teasing “your compass tattoo, huh?”

You turned to face him, feeling a flicker of desire in your eyes. “Don’t act like you don’t know what you were doing with that outfit” you teased back, your voice sultry. “You’ve got half the internet drooling over you”

Lewis chuckled, crossing the distance between you in a few strides. “And the other half wondering how I managed to land you” he said, wrapping his arms around your waist.

You laughed, playfully pushing at his chest. “Flattery will get you everywhere, Mr. Hamilton.”

He leaned in, brushing his lips against yours in a feather-light kiss. “Is that so?” he murmured; his breath warm against your skin.

You pulled back slightly, arching an eyebrow. “Don’t think this means you’re off the hook. That cardigan was basically nothing”

Lewis’s grin widened. “It’s fashion, love.”

You rolled your eyes again, but your smile gave you away. “You did look incredible.”

He kissed you again, deeper this time, and you melted against him, the day’s stress evaporating in his embrace.

“You know” he said thoughtfully, in between kisses “we don’t have much time until the party.”

You glanced at him, a playful glint in your eye. “I guess it’s a good thing those motorhome quickies have made us pros at time management”

You sneaked out of his embrace, letting your robe slip from your shoulders and fall to the floor as you made your way to the shower. The sight of you, completely naked and inviting, had him mesmerized. He quickly shrugged off his clothes, his eyes never leaving yours.

As you stepped into the shower, the warm water cascading down your body, you gestured for him to join you. “Aren’t you coming?” your voice a sultry whisper. “We’re going to have to multitask.”

Lewis didn’t need another invitation. He stepped into the shower, the heat from the water mingling with the heat between you two. He reached for you, pulling you close against his body, his hands trailing down your back, savoring the feel of your wet skin under his fingertips. The intensity of his gaze sent shivers down your spine, despite the warmth surrounding you.

“Missed you today,” he murmured, his lips brushing against your ear.

He kissed you, deeply and hungrily, his tongue exploring your mouth with a mix of urgency and passion. Your hands roamed over his chest, fingers tracing the lines of his muscles and the familiar compass tattoo that had occupied your thoughts all day.

“You’ve been thinking about this, haven’t you?” he asked, his voice low and teasing as he kissed along your jawline.

“All day,” you admitted, your fingers digging into his shoulders as he nipped at your neck. “Couldn’t stop thinking about you and that tattoo.”

“Yeah?” He grinned against your skin, his hands sliding down to your hips, gripping them firmly as he lifted you slightly, pinning you against the shower wall “What about it?”

“How it always points south” you said with a smirk, wrapping one of your legs around his waist, pulling him closer.

Lewis chuckled, his eyes darkening with desire. “Good thing south’s my favorite direction.”

He adjusted his position, one hand braced against the wall, the other guiding himself to you. When he entered you, the stretch was as overwhelming as ever, a mix of pleasure and urgency that left you breathless. You gasped, your nails digging into his shoulders as he began to move.

“Love, you feel amazing” he groaned, setting a fast, intense rhythm. “So tight, so perfect.”

“Just like that, Lewis.” you breathed, your voice hitching with every thrust.

He kissed you again, swallowing your moans as his pace increased, each movement driving deeper, harder. The water pounded against your skin, mingling with the heat of your bodies, creating your own sauna in the shower cabin.

“Do you like it when I wear things like that?” he asked, his lips brushing against your ear, his breath hot and heavy. “Showing off for everyone?”

“Maybe,” you teased, your hands tangling in his wet muscles. “But only because I know you’re mine at the end of the day.”

“Always” he murmured, his voice full of promise. “Only yours.”

You clung to him, your body arching into his with every movement. You moaned in tandem with his thrusts, your sounds a desperate plea as you felt yourself nearing the edge. He growled in response; his pace relentless. “Come for me, babe” he urged, his voice rough with desire. “Let me feel you.”

The tension coiled tightly within you finally snapped with his pleas and you came undone around him. “Lew” you cried out, your nails digging into any skin you could find.

“That’s my girl” he groaned, following moments later, his own release shuddering through him as he buried himself inside you. “Fuck, you’re incredible.”

Breathless and sated, you stayed wrapped around each other for a few moments, savoring the closeness, breathing into each other. The water raining down on you, washing away the evidence of your passion, but never the memory.

When Lewis finally set you down gently, his hands lingered on your hips. “We really are pros at time management” he said with a breathless laugh. You smiled, leaning in to kiss him softly. “We should get ready before we’re late.”

He nodded, stepping back to give you space, though his eyes remained locked on you, filled with admiration and desire as you finished showering. “Can’t wait to see you in that dress,” he murmured, his voice full of promise.

As you stepped out, you caught sight of Lewis toweling off, his muscles flexing with each movement. The sight giving you a renewed wave of desire, suffocated on the knowledge that there wasn’t time for another round.

As you finished your hair and makeup, you started to apply lotion to your skin, aware you got that Lewis watched you from the corner of his eye, his gaze appreciative and heated. “You keep looking at me like that, and we’ll never make it to the party,” you teased, slipping into your dress.

He chuckled, fastening the buttons of his shirt. “Trust me, I’m tempted.”

The white linen dress you’d chosen clung to your curves in all the right places, you turned to Lewis, giving him a twirl. “What do you think?” His eyes darkened with lust and admiration. “You look absolutely stunning”

As you looked at yourself in the mirror a thought popped up, and the glint in your eyes didn’t go unnoticed as he watched you reached for his bags by the bed.

“Would you mind if I borrowed that?” You muttered already adjusting the blue see-through cardigan over your dress, his eyes sparkling with lust at seeing you wearing his clothes for the world to see.

“Love, everyone’s going to be looking at you tonight and I’m going to have a hard time keeping my hands off you.” He whispered as he checked your reflection in the mirror, arms wrapping around your waist.

You turned into his embrace, placing a hand on his chest. “We’ll just have to be patient, won’t we?” He held your gaze, a ghost of a smirk on his lips as he kissed just below your ears “I’ll do my best, but no promises.”

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formula1blog · 22 hours

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Can you write something about Lewis not finding his dog and he saw Y/n with him in the park, you can write smthg about it and what comes after

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Lost and Found ♘ Lewis Hamilton

Lewis was lightly panicking as he looked around the park. He had let Roscoe run around for a bit. He knew that his dog wouldn't go far away from him and he always made sure he had the dog in his eye sight. Except for today.

Lewis had turned around once at the sound of someone falling off his bike and he looked to make sure he was okay. When he turned back, the dog had escaped his eyesight. Everywhere he looked he couldn't find him, even when calling his name.

"Roscoe, come here boy." He yelled as he clapped his hand on his legs. People around him gave him weird looks, but that didn't matter. All he needed was to find his dog.

Lewis ran around a bit more, trying to spot a lead where the dog could have wandered off. Could he call 911 for a missing dog?

His head shot up by the sound of a voice speaking. "Lets find your owner, sweetie." He turned to see a woman knelt down beside his dog, who was wagging its tail excitedly as it sniffed at her own dog.

Lewis walked towards you, roscoe, and the dog's tails started to move by the sight of his owner. "Is this your dog?" you asked as you looked at the man. You couldn't help the blush that formed on your face when you saw him. He was very handsome.

"Hello, boy, I looked for you. You can't just walk away." Lewis put the leash back on and gave the dog a pet on his head. As he stood up his eyes locked with yours. "Hi, sorry. Thank you for finding him." he said gratefully, trying to sound calm despite his racing heart.

"No problem. It is more like he found me. Probably wanted to play with Nalia." You pointed to your own dog, a Bernese mountain puppy.

Lewis laughs as he sees the two dogs play, but the leashes make it difficult for them and they are soon wrapped in the leash. "They like each other."

"Maybe we could arrange a play date for them. If you are okay with that."

"I am sure he would like that." Lewis answers with a smile on his face. He couldn't help but sneak glances at you throughout the conversation. "My name is Lewis, by the way and this boy is called Roscoe."

The woman smiled and introduced herself, "Nice meeting you Lewis. I am Y/N, and this sweetheart is Nalia."

"Can I have your number?" Lewis asked, already looking for his phone. "For the play date for the dogs of course." he quickly added.

You smiled at his attics as you grabbed his phone to put your number in it. " Here, you can text me and I will have your number too."

Lewis thank you and you both said your goodbyes.

"I wouldn't mind if you called to plan a date for us," you smirked as you saw him turn around quickly. You just smiled and waved at him as you walked further with Nalia.

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henneseyhoe · 2 days

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Home Alone.

Lewis Hamilton X Black!Fem!Reader

WARNINGS:Brief hitting, pain kink, masturbat!on, Sub!Lewis, Dom!Reader, smutty flashbacks,slightly unedited, SHORT!

SUMMARY: Lewis feels neglected so he takes matters into his own hands.

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“You just don’t listen, do you?”

The stinging he felt on his bronzed skin was like fire to his backside. Every crack of your whip came with a soothing rub or caress before contradicted by another smack and the thong you once wore that morning made for good use as a gag, the cotton stuffed in his mouth being the only thing blocking his moans from bleeding into the hallway. When you had told him not to cum while you were gone, he blew you off. If anything he’d have more than enough time to cum.. over and over again. He hadn’t had the pleasure of being inside you in weeks, which came with reason. You were busy, and unfortunately around this time your fiancé was taking a break.

“Do you need anything? Let me know now” You alarmed your soon to be husband and gathered your keys, putting them in your purse. You felt his strong arms snake their way around your waist, his tatted hands roaming your soft stomach and sides.

“I need you”

He spoke against your neck, making you roll your eyes for what felt the hundredth time that day. This had been his third attempt to bed you.

“Lewis..” You warned and he groaned your nickname, throwing his head back.

“Did I do something? Cause this feels like punishment and I don’t think i can last any longer” He was truthful. He felt one minor brush up against him could have a wet spot in his briefs.

You turn to him and cup his face in your hands. “How the hell did you survive when you were single? There’s no way you need sex this often”

“you want an honest answer?” He questioned and you squint, letting him go. “No, actually…I might punch you and I don’t need your white side kicking in and calling the law on me” You joke then kiss his lips before slipping away from his hold.

He couldn’t even enjoy your crack at him in peace, another groan exiting his mouth as you escaped him. “I have no energy to feel humor right now, I need to cum first”

“Then I suggest you wait for when I wanna give it to you” You gave him one last glare before leaving. He knew what that meant and cared less at the moment.

While you put on your big girl pants on and went out to stock up on food for the month, your fiancé took it upon himself to take care of that itch he has had for the passed week. He uncaringly left the bedroom door cracked open, more focused on the less dominant hand around his long shaft gripping the base to keep him from cumming too quick after that first round.

He held his right hand around his tip, slowly jerking himself off again once he felt that familiar pressure and heat in his muscles dissolving. He had precum beading on his tip, the clear and sticky liquid trickling, almost tickling the underside of his shaft before the trail was stopped by his hand. He thought about your warm walls and digging into you deep, so deep that the cum from the round before was forced out of you, pooling around the base of him and your entrance until it began dripping down to the sheets.

He couldn’t take the image of you being sprawled out for him, or on your knees, or with your ass up and face down. Any position had his head spinning and his stomach muscles burning with the need to un-flex, but he was on the edge and it was almost impossible to not tense up without cumming all over himself, particularly his stomach and chest, and he wasn’t done playing yet.

He hadn’t thought about his favorite times like when you’d fuck yourself in front of him, an exact replica of his dick measurements from tip to base and width shoved inside of you with no hip or thigh barrier stopping you from getting each and every inch, your chest heaving up and down the faster you went.

He hadn’t yet thought about when he ate you out all night to the point you cried and wet up your new sheets. His lips tasted like you till the morning when he reluctantly washed it off, remembering he could just go and get another taste whenever he wanted it.

He hadn’t thought about when you sucked his dick on your first date night after the engagement, taking him down your throat as your head hung off of the edge of the bed. He had watched the imprint of his thick dick penetrate your throat, satisfied shivers running along his skin as he heard you gag with every thrust of his hips. Even with the gags, you took him like a champ, as if he dick belonged there and should have never left from the first time.

As he began to think about it all, he had no idea the woman of the hour had been watching almost the entire time.

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💌ps.| this was originally gonna be about jude bellingham but then i found out that nigga is 20 and i was like ohhh that’s not- ???? 💀 i could have sworn he was 22 like huh?!

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theyluvkarolina · 9 days

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𝐆𝐄𝐓 𝐇𝐈𝐌 𝐁𝐀𝐂𝐊!

Part 2 of `` 𝐈’𝐋𝐋 𝐋𝐄𝐓 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐁𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐊 𝐌𝐘 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐀𝐆𝐀𝐈𝐍 ``

· . ୨୧⭒๋࣭ ⭑ ` ` well isn’t it the conciquences of my own actions! ` ` ⊹ ‧₊˚

𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘 ୨୧ After heartbreak, Y/N decides she’s done with rich men in Formula One. Well, that’s what she thought at first. Besides, what better way to get back at your ex that does competitive sports than to get with his main rival?

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 ୨୧ Lewis Hamilton x Fem!Reader, Ex!Max Verstappen x Reader

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 ୨୧ Mentions of Jos and some slut shaming (not saying directly)

𝐀/𝐍 ୨୧ oh how i love this sorta trope. Will be working on one more request!

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y/n.l/n tante y/n spending time with her favorite nephew while mom and dad are out on date day 🩷 (also met a new friend(s) while on a walk🫣!)

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charles_leclerc ✔︎ fatherhood is tiring 😞

→ y/n.l/n ✔︎ i will gladly take leo off your hands 🤗🤗 → charles_leclerc ✔︎ no thank you!!

alexandrasaintmleux the prettiest 🩷

→ y/n.l/n ✔︎ says you 🥹🫶 → charles_leclerc ✔︎ am i interrupting something..? → y/n.l/n ✔︎ yes you are actually

lewishamilton ✔︎ great seeing you!

y/n.l/n you ✔︎ as well! sorry for stopping your run! 😭 lewishamilton ✔︎ no need to worry! it was fun catching up 👊 landonorris ✔︎ “interuppted your run” uh huh… 😏 roscoelovescoco should have brought snacks

username1 LEO LECLERC!! 🗣️ 🔥

→ username2 leo *SAINT-MLEUX leclerc

username3 TANTE Y/N!!

→ username4 she can be my aunt anytime → username5 i’m tired of this @ username4.

username6 ROSCOE MENTION

username7 the lewis hamilton tag??? 🤨

→ username8 NO BECAUSE WHY IS NOBODY TALKING ABOUT THIS?? → username9 call me delusional but what if lewis and y/n get together 🤭🤭 → username10 yeah you’re delusional!! → username11 i mean… considering they both live in monaco and it’s break right now for f1… i wouldn't be surprised if they start getting friendly

username12 her outfit is so 😍😍

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📍 Monaco

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lewishamilton fun day out 📸

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username13 lewis serving as usual 🥱

username14 UHM…. SIR LEWIS CARL DAVIDSON HAMILTON… WHO IS THAT WOMAN?

→ username15 based off how she dresses and who he recently met, it has to be y/n no way it’s some other girl.

landonorris ✔︎ a new missus??? 🤔

→ username16 tell us what you know @ landonorris. → username17 this is a threat @ landonorris → username18 stalk lewis @ landonorris → landonorris fucking hell guys let me live i’m as lost as you 😞😞🙏

username19 the y/n and lewis collab was something i did NOT know I needed….

username20 we lost him ladies 😞😞👊

→ username21 lost him??? nah we lost HER

y/n.l/n ✔︎ too fun!

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→ lewishamilton favorite part was when you fell in the water 🤣 → y/n.l/n ✔︎ we promised to not talk about that…

username22 what do you guys know about y/namilton post y/nstappen breakup??

→ username23 bro thinks lewis hamilton will get with max verstappens ex 💀

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y/n.l/n rest and relaxation ☕️ 🌞

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username24 my girl knew the assignment

→ username25 and got graded a 8/8 🤭🤭

lewishamilton ✔︎ oh wow 😍

lewishamilton ✔︎ the prettiest girl in the world 💫

→ y/n.l/n ✔︎ oh?? 😳 → username26 UHMM… → username27 lewis… i don’t think you know you’re on your main… → username28 lewis’s comment isn’t wrong she knew how good she looked 😫 → username29 PRETTIEST GIRL IN THE WORLD??? → username30 OKAY WE SEE YOU SHOOTING THE SHOTS HAMMY → username31 HAMMY??? 😭😭

username32 the max like???

username33 the way she’s so much more happy now with all the max drama subsiding :(

username34 great now she’s moving on from one driver to another 🙄

→ username35 honestly! i’m suprised no one called her out on that. → username36 champion hopper 😂

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y/n.l/n ✔︎ mwah mwah 😽

→ lewishamilton ✔︎ ❤️ → landonorris ✔︎ yuck. → carlosainz55 ✔︎ don’t worry guys lando is just jealous. → landonorris ✔︎ jealous??? as if → landonorris ✔︎ okay maybe a bit.

username37 IS THIS THE HARD LAUNCH??🫣

username38 I KNEW THEY ALREADY KISSED BUT DAMN

username39 THEY DIDN’T EASE INTO IT 💀

username40 LEWIS AND YN SAID “fuck the soft launch” 😭😭

username41 Rip max verstappen pre-y/n breakup, you would have loved this baddie…

→ username42 @ username41 nah max didn’t fight for their relationship he doesn’t deserve y/n in her hottie era → username43 @ username42 YOU SPEAK THE TRUTH!!

username22 WTF DID I SAY @ username23

→ username23 i plead the fifth.

alexandrasaintmleux écoute ici, petite merde. tu lui brises le cœur, Charles et moi serons devant ta porte, les couteaux à la main et prêts à frapper. Elle mérite le monde et tu ferais mieux de le lui donner. ❤️ 🤗

→ username44 alex being such a sweet and supportive friend 🥹🫶 → username45 DID WE READ THE SAME COMMENT??? → username46 french speaker here 🙋 i can confirm that alex did infact say how happy she is for y/n and lewis and that she can’t wait for them and y/n and charles to go on double dates!! → username46 that is what i would say but she very much said the opposite!! → lewishamilton ✔︎ oui oui madame. 🫡

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pucksandpower · 18 days

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Meet Me at the Met

Lewis Hamilton x up-and-coming singer!Reader

Summary: in which you go head over heels (quite literally) during the most important event of the year and end up right at the feet of none other than Sir Lewis Hamilton himself

Warnings: minor injury

The roar of the crowd hits you like a tidal wave as you step onto the iconic themed carpet of the Met Gala. Flashing bulbs from countless cameras nearly blind you as you blink rapidly, trying to adjust. Your heart is pounding so hard you can feel it thrumming in your throat.

“Over here, honey!” A photographer calls out, gesturing for you to turn towards him. You pivot gracefully, the layers of shimmering tulle from your Maison Margiela gown swirling around you.

“Work it! Look this way, sweetheart!” Another shouts, snapping shot after shot.

You take a steadying breath, channeling every ounce of confidence you can muster. This is your first Met Gala, the biggest night of your fledgling music career so far. One misstep could be disastrous.

Your publicist Samantha appears at your side, perfectly put together as always in a sleek sheath dress. “You’re doing great,” she murmurs with an encouraging smile. “Just keep smiling and be yourself.”

Nodding, you continue gliding down the iconic path, pausing at the designated spots to pose for the ravenous paparazzi. An elegant string of Bulgari emeralds adorns your neck, glittering mesmerizingly under the bright lights.

“Miss! To your left please!”

You turn obediently, the intricate beadwork on your deep blue-green gown catching the flashes. Despite the oppressive late spring humidity, you refuse to let a single drop of sweat show. This night is too important.

After what feels like an eternity, a security guard appears to usher you up the final flight of stairs and into the main event. With a brilliant smile plastered on your face, you make your way carefully up the steps, lifting the delicate train of your dress to keep from tripping.

Suddenly, one sparkly heel catches on the fabric and you’re thrown off balance. Unable to catch yourself, you tumble head over heels back down the stairs, gasping in shock and pain as you land hard on the ground.

There’s a collective intake of breath from the crowd as you blink up at the bright lights, thoroughly stunned. Your vision is blurred and there’s a sharp throbbing in your head. When you try to push yourself up, bolts of agony shoot through your right wrist.

“Oh my god, are you alright?” A deep, accented voice sounds from beside you.

You turn your head and your breath catches in your throat. Crouched beside you in an exquisitely tailored double breasted suit and wool coat is arguably the most handsome man on the planet. His beautiful coffee-colored eyes are filled with concern as he reaches out to gently brush a loose strand of hair from your face.

“I … I think so,” you manage to stammer out, though your pounding head begs to differ. “Just clumsy, I guess.”

Despite the sheepish grin you attempt, a wince of pain crosses your features as you shift positions. Lewis’ brow furrows and he places one large hand on your bare shoulder to keep you still.

“Easy there, love. Don’t try to move just yet,” he soothes in that rich baritone that has melted millions of hearts. “You took quite a nasty fall.”

You nod mutely, unable to tear your widened eyes away from his handsome face. This couldn’t be happening … could it? Did you really just faceplant in front of the entire world and, perhaps more importantly, your celebrity crush?

“S-Sorry,” you whisper, utterly mortified. “I’m usually much more graceful than this, I swear.”

Lewis chuckles warmly and you feel your cheeks flush. “No need to apologize, darling. These things happen to the best of us.”

Nearby, Samantha is frantically trying to wave over security and a medic, her expression pinched with worry. You groan quietly as another stab of pain lances through your skull. Definitely a concussion, if your swimming vision is any indication.

“Let’s get you looked at, yeah?” Lewis murmurs, rising fluidly to his feet.

Before you can protest, he slips one arm behind your back and the other under your knees, cradling you gently against his firm chest. You suck in a shocked breath at the sudden movement, instinctively reaching up to grab onto his shoulders for stability. His Burberry suit is buttery soft under your fingers.

“Whoa … y-you really don’t have to carry me,” you stammer out as he easily lifts your frame.

Those rich brown eyes meet yours with an amused glint. “I insist. Can’t have one of the brightest new voices in music getting any more hurt, can we?”

You bite your lip shyly, unable to hold back a small smile of wonderment. Is this really happening right now?

“I’ll be fine, honestly,” you try again as Lewis maneuvers around the gathered crowd, heading for a discreet exit with Samantha close behind. “Just a little banged up.”

“Your wrist is already swelling, love,” he points out with a frown. “Best to get it checked properly, yes?”

“I … yeah, okay,” you acquiesce quietly, not having the energy or brainpower to argue with him further.

The two of you disappear through a door and down a mercifully empty hallway, leaving the stunned crowd and flashing cameras behind. Samantha is rapidly conversing with security to locate the nearest medic station.

“Thank you,” you murmur, letting your head rest wearily against Lewis’ shoulder. Up close, he smells incredible — like crisp bergamot and just a hint of expensive cologne. “For helping me, I mean. I’m sure you had better things to do tonight than playing knight in shining armor.”

Lewis smiles down at you, eyes crinkling in a way that makes your heart flutter unexpectedly. “What a coincidence, I just so happen to be a knight.”

You bite the inside of your cheek, suddenly feeling shy under his warm gaze. “Lucky for me then, I suppose.”

“Indeed,” he agrees with a wink. “Though I can’t take all the credit. That dress is clearly too stunning for us mere mortals to handle.”

A watery giggle slips past your lips before you can stop it. Even slightly concussed and in quite a bit of pain, you can’t deny that foreign flutters are dancing in your stomach just from being in Lewis’ presence. He’s even more charming in person than you ever could have dreamed.

“You’re too kind, Sir Hamilton,” you tease lightly. “But I’ll be sure to leave the couture gowns at home next time.”

Lewis opens his mouth to respond but is interrupted by Samantha hurrying over with a young medic in tow, his kit already open. The worried expression on her face deepens when she sees your obviously injured wrist cradled against your chest.

“Thank god you have her,” she exhales in relief, nodding towards Lewis. “What do we know so far?”

“Took a pretty hard fall down those stairs,” Lewis explains calmly as the medic kneels down to begin his assessment. “She was unconscious for a moment and seems to have injured her wrist as well.”

You wince as the medic gently prods along your forearm. “Definitely a sprain at the very least,” he confirms. “And with the way her pupils are reacting ...”

He shines a small light into both your eyes, brow furrowed in concentration. “I’d say mild concussion too. We should get her to the infirmary for further evaluation, just in case.”

Hearing his words, a small wave of panic crashes over you. Missing any part of tonight because of this would be devastating. You force yourself to sit up straighter, ignoring the way the room spins sickeningly.

“No, no I’ll be fi-”

“You’re not going anywhere but to get checked out properly,” Lewis cuts you off firmly, placing a staying hand on your shoulder. His expression brooks no argument. “Head injuries are nothing to mess around with, love.”

You open your mouth to protest again, but Samantha quickly interjects. “He’s absolutely right. We’re not taking any chances with your health.”

As much as you hate to admit it, they do have a point. If your condition really is as serious as the medic suggests, it could be dangerous to simply brush it off. You let out a resigned sigh, wilting back against Lewis’ sturdy chest.

“I suppose you’re ri-”

Before you can finish your sentence, a sudden dizzy spell washes over you. Bile rises in your throat as the room tilts crazily. Your voice trails off into an anguished groan as you squeeze your eyes shut, fighting off waves of nausea.

“Alright, that’s it. We’re getting you looked at immediately,” Lewis declares. He shifts you effortlessly in his arms and strides down the hallway, the medic and Samantha hurrying to keep up.

The rest of the journey to the infirmary is a blur. You’re vaguely aware of being transferred to a gurney and giving the doctor on staff your information. Lewis’ worried face keeps appearing in your line of vision, his voice a soothing balm against the incessant pounding in your skull.

Finally, the doctor confirms that while your concussion isn’t serious, you definitely need to be monitored overnight. A brace is fitted around your sprained wrist and you’re given strict instructions on managing the symptoms over the next few days. Throughout it all, Lewis remains stubbornly by your side, declining offer after offer to return to the main event.

Thoroughly drugged and exhausted by this point, you can barely keep your eyes open as a wheelchair is brought over to transport you out to the car waiting area. Lewis helps you into it carefully, crouching down in front of you with a tender expression.

“I’m so sorry,” you mumble miserably, gesturing vaguely to your bandaged wrist and slightly dazed state. “I’ve completely ruined your whole night … your entrance, your photo ops … everything.”

He lets out a low chuckle, shaking his head adamantly. “Don’t be ridiculous, love. I’d take meeting someone as wonderful as you over all of that any day.”

You blink up at him in surprise, an embarrassed blush staining your cheeks. Did he really just say that? Lewis Hamilton, world famous athlete and heartthrob, thinks you’re wonderful?

“Still,” you protest weakly. “This is supposed to be your night to shine. And now you’re stuck playing nurse for a clumsy fool.”

Lewis arches an eyebrow sternly. “I think you’ve bumped your head around a bit too much, darling. That’s no way to speak about yourself.”

He reaches out to tuck an errant strand of hair behind your ear, his calloused fingertips grazing your flushed cheek with unexpected tenderness. Your breath catches in your throat at the gentle gesture.

“Missing out on some silly party is more than worth it to me if I got to meet someone as lovely as you,” Lewis continues honestly. His eyes are filled with sincerity. “The only thing I’m upset about is that you were the one who got hurt.”

You’re rendered speechless for a long moment, completely disarmed by his words. Never in a million years could you have imagined this kind of scenario playing out tonight. Is this all really happening?

Finally, you manage a weak smile, blushing furiously under his warm regard. “You’re too kind, Sir Hamilton.”

“Please, call me Lewis,” he insists with a wink. “And let me know where you’re staying, yeah? I’ll come by tomorrow to check on how you’re doing myself.”

Your eyes widen in surprise and you quickly scramble to recall the name of your hotel. “U-Um, the Lotte New York Palace,” you stammer out shyly. “But you really don’t have to do that ...”

Lewis waves off your protest easily, rising to his feet with a soothing grin. “Nonsense, it’s no trouble at all. I’ll be by with some breakfast to make sure my favorite new artist is being properly taken care of.”

With a final wink and dazzling smile, he steps aside to allow an assistant to wheel you towards the exit. Your head is still swimming, though you can’t blame it entirely on the concussion this time.

Did Lewis Hamilton, actual living legend, really just say he was coming to check on you tomorrow?

You allow yourself a tiny, bewildered smile as the night breeze washes over your heated cheeks. Somehow, despite all the mishaps, this crazy night had turned into something straight out of the kind of romantic comedy you secretly loved.

Perhaps falling on your face in front of the entire world wasn’t so disastrous after all.

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thef1diary · 3 months

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Kiss My Wounds | L. Hamilton

Request: Makeup or jealousy sex // Lewis comes home to her, because he had a really bad fight in the club (because of her, as some of his friends said something nasty about her) and even though they are not together, because they broke up..you know what happens next

Summary: read the request

Warnings: 18+ smut, angst, getting back together, protected sex (for the first time ever?!?!) riding, porn with plot (lots of plot)

Pairing: lewis x fem!ex!reader

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You were sitting on the couch with your head tilted back and your palm resting over your drooping eyes. So close to dozing off when your phone buzzed.

Startled by the vibration against your skin—as you had left your phone on your stomach—you picked it up and saw a text from him.

I'm here

Simple and to the point, because you two didn't text each other as often anymore. You were tempted to scroll and read through the conversations you shared when you two were still together, but you didn't want to break your own heart all over again.

You sighed and decided to get through this before you were able to think about everything that could go wrong.

Lewis was here to pick up a package that was accidentally delivered to your address instead of his.

When you texted him about it and asked when he would be available so you could drop it off, he suggested that he will come pick it up instead. Then, he was busy with races, so he never came around until now.

You opened the door, watching as he quickly pocketed his hands before looking at you. He wore an oversized jacket similar to his Mercedes one. The hood was covering most of his face and on top of that, it had a higher neckline that he raised further to cover his mouth.

You weren't new to this look, it was a habit of his to disguise himself so he wouldn't be recognized on the street.

However, it hurt knowing that he disguised himself because he was on the way to your place. That he didn't want to be recognized while coming up here.

Opening the door wider, you allowed him inside, letting him notice all the changes you made to the apartment in the last two months. There weren't any drastic differences, except for the fact that his touch was gone.

The small decorations he helped you choose when you first moved in were gone. He didn't utter a word, silently walking in and standing there, pretending like he didn't know every inch of the apartment.

You didn't wait for him to say anything, instead you went to the guest room to pick up the package so this could be over soon.

Having Lewis in your apartment again, in fact even seeing him again after breaking up, wasn't something you could've been prepared for. Not so soon.

The package is heavy, you remembered as you picked it up, almost tripping over due to the weight. That's why the doorman helped you bring it up when it first arrived.

Now, you wished you had asked if you could leave the package downstairs so Lewis wouldn't even have had to come up.

As you walked back in the main room, struggling with every step since your view was obstructed due to the size of the box, it was lifted away from your hands. Fingers grazed your own, and you let Lewis take the weight of the package since he was easily able to place it near the door.

He looked at the sealed box then at you, "you didn't open it?" You wanted to laugh at his question, out of all the ways he could behave, he wanted to keep it casual. It was so easy for him and realizing that, if you didn't laugh, you'd cry.

"It's not my business," anymore. You added in your mind but the implication was heard loud and clear.

He didn't say a word, but his eyes expressed the emotion you never wanted to see, hurt. "You know you don't have to keep that on while you're inside," you lifted your hand and gestured to his hood.

You didn't want him to stay long, but god did you want to see his face again. However, once your hand was raised, you noticed something on it that wasn't there before; blood.

When Lewis' hand grazed against yours earlier, he also accidentally smeared his blood on your skin. "Lewis?" You breathed his name as you looked at him, but his gaze was stuck on your hand.

There wasn't a lot, but you were still concerned as to why he was bleeding, and if not his, then whose blood was it?

He pocketed his hands again, and now you realize why he's so covered up. Forgetting about everything else, you rushed towards him, only stopping inches away.

Although hesitant but choosing not to ask, you removed his hood and pulled down the neckline to reveal his face. You gasped once you saw his busted lip, and there were surely some bruises beginning to form.

"What the fuck happened to you?" You asked, but he just shrugged. "Training accident, you know how those go."

You wanted to shake your head, to say that you didn't know. Not once has he ever come home injured because of training while you were together. Lewis looked at you, trying to gauge your reaction.

He knew that you knew he was lying, but he was so desperate to hear your voice, even if it was arguing with him. He was that desperate.

"Training?" You asked, and if it weren't for the worry that threatened to overtake you, you would've been amused at his attempt to lie.

"Can I see?" You gestured to his pocketed hands, and he nodded, removing them and wincing a bit when the wounds grazed over the fabric.

He held his hands out, letting you see his busted fists, both lightly covered in drying blood. "Fucking hell, Lew," you muttered, using his nickname which was so familiar to you that it still easily rolled off your tongue.

"You gotta clean this up," you spoke, looking at this hands then moving your gaze to his face, "all of it."

You dropped his hands and pushed him back, urging him to sit on the couch. "Wait here," you left the room before he could utter a word. Truthfully, he was just stunned into silence by your actions.

A few moments later, you walked back in the room, holding a first aid kit in your hands. Setting it down on the free space beside him, you took out a disinfectant with a cotton ball.

In a rush to clean up his wounds, you straddled him without hesitation. Lewis sighed, possibly in relief, but you didn't see it.

Holding one of his hands in yours, you lightly dabbed the soaked cotton ball on the drying blood. "Fuck," he hissed, and you muttered an apology.

Lewis' gaze was stuck on your face, watching as your brows knitted together in worry as well as the way you lightly bit your lip, completely focused.

After cleaning up both of his hands, you moved onto his face, and your eyes widened slightly when you realized he was already looking at you.

His intense gaze reminded you of the moments when you were together, how he looked at you when he was undoubtedly in love with you. "Lewis," you muttered.

He hummed in response and it almost pained you to say the next words, "close your eyes, please."

Shaking his head, "no." His response surprised you, but the words he said after left you speechless, "I want to look at you." He spoke so quietly that if you weren't looking at him, you probably wouldn't have known he had spoken.

Knowing that he wouldn't listen, you continued your task, taking a new cotton ball to dab on his lips.

You truly have no idea why you were doing this for him, perhaps it was because a part of you still cared. But, maybe you shouldn't have.

He made the simple task so much harder as soon as he parted his lips. Sure, it was in an attempt to help you, but your mind was flooded with many thoughts, and none of them could be said out loud.

"Do you want to tell me what actually happened?" You asked to get rid of the unholy thoughts brewing.

Since you were no longer holding his hands, Lewis rested them on your thighs as if it was a natural instinct. It was, once upon a time, but you thought he would've moved on from it by now.

You didn't comment on it and neither did he, instead he chose to finally tell you the truth. "I got into a fight," he said with a shrug.

"That seems obvious, but why?" You pressed on the matter further, and because he took a moment too long to answer, you increased the pressure on the cotton ball.

The pressure forced a hiss out of his mouth, and when his eyes connected with yours, he knew you did it on purpose.

A smile threatened to break out on his face, mainly because while everything changed between you two, it was still the same.

Then, realizing that you were still waiting for an answer, his face concealed the smile well. "Some of my friends started saying shit about you," he didn't want to go in the detail of what was said.

"And your first thought was to punch them?" You asked, almost amused but also worried because he wasn't ever violent.

"The second thought. You know I don't like people judging our relationship, doesn't matter if it's coming from my friends or not," Lewis explained.

"Lewis, we're not together anymore, so you have no reason to get into fights because of me." Lewis didn't like those words, so he shook his head.

You threw the cotton ball to the side once you were done, and finally, finally, noticed the position you were in.

He noticed the exact moment you realized, and tightened his grip on your thighs once you attempted to move away.

"You still care about me," he states like it was a fact but little did he know you were still undeniably in love with him.

"I would care about anyone that is hurt, you're not that special," you respond, trying to gain the upper hand. You relaxed in his grasp as one of his hands moved up and down your back in a soothing motion.

"Is that so?" He leaned back with his lips turning up in a lazy smirk, and that's when you knew that you'd lose this little back and forth battle.

You nodded, choosing not to say anything out loud. Lewis tugged you closer, bodies touching and lips only inches away.

Before anything could go further, even though you desperately wanted to kiss him, you had an important question. "Are you hurt anywhere else?" You wanted to ensure that you wouldn't increase his injuries.

He chuckled, "why don't you check?" The implications behind his words was clear. Your fingers found the zipper of his jacket, unzipping it at a teasingly slow speed.

He shrugged the jacket off and your fingers inched underneath his shirt, but this time Lewis couldn't wait. "Stop teasing, darling."

You removed his shirt and fortunately, there weren't any bruises forming. You traced his tattoos with your finger, following the ridges of his abs before stopped right above the waistband of his jeans.

"Hm, I don't think you need me anymore, you don't have any other cuts to clean," you stated, knowing that it wasn't the reason why Lewis wanted you to take off his shirt. But then again, you almost wanted him to beg.

His hands returned to your hips, and this time he tugged you oh so close, where you were able to feel the bulge of his erection through his jeans. "I think you and I both know how much I need you."

One of your hands rested on the nape of his neck, while the other was on his cheek. "Maybe you should show me," you suggested before pressing your lips against his.

Lewis bucked his hips up as soon as you let him deepen the kiss, which made you let out a sigh, swallowed by him.

His hands inched up your shirt, and you allowed him to take it off. Lewis tilted his head back with his eyes closed as soon as he got a small peak of your bare chest again. "Fuck," he groaned.

Then, his lips trailed kisses down your neck towards your tits, tongue circling your nipple before he engulfed it in his warm, wet mouth.

You tilted your head back in pleasure, allowing Lewis to rest his hand on your throat. He didn't restrict any airflow, but he just liked the way his tattooed hand looked resting on your throat.

"Fuck me," you muttered and Lewis was quick to capture your filthy mouth with his, stealing your breath from you.

His other hand dipped underneath your jeans, palming your ass but his gaze connected with yours. "Can I?" He asked, like he always did.

You nodded and leaned up, resting on your knees because you didn't want to slip off his lap. Lewis quickly unbuttoned your pants before sliding them off as much as he could.

You helped him remove the rest before straddling him again, and he couldn't help but let out a low groan at feeling you envelope his lap.

His hands roamed everywhere, as he had missed feeling your skin underneath his palms. "I think I might lose my mind if you don't ride me soon," he gritted out once you began grinding down on him.

You chuckled, stealing a kiss from him as your hands worked to unbutton his jeans. He managed to slip them off in record time, eager to be inside you.

Once you freed his cock from his boxers, he sighed in relief before his abs tensed as your hand moved up and down his length.

"Do you have a condom?" You asked, even though you two stopped using one when you were together. But you had to ask because it had been two months since you broke up and had no idea what Lewis did in that time.

"In my jeans," he answered, and you grabbed his pants that were discarded on the floor earlier. "I don't know if I should be impressed or disgusted," you stated with a teasing smile on your face, revealing that you weren't disgusted at all.

"Definitely impressed." His smirk was back, but it faltered as his lips parted once you rolled on the condom. "I don't know, it seems like you planned it."

"Maybe," he revealed with a grin on his face. But then, he turned serious before muttering the next words, "for the record, I haven't been with anyone else after you."

His words warmed your heart, "me neither." You were glad that you weren't the only one holding back.

You tugged your panties to the side, thinking that it would take too long to properly remove them, before you sunk down on Lewis's cock.

The two months apart almost made you forget how much he stretches you out, able to feel every ridge and bump a lot more this time

You stilled once every inch of him was inside you, breathing out slowly to get used to his size. He didn't rush you, enjoying the warmth he dearly missed. He was actually glad you stilled, or else it would've ended embarrassingly fast on his end.

His hand rounded to your front, fingers toying with your clit. You dropped your head on his shoulder once you started moving, gasping at the added pleasure of Lewis circling your clit.

His other hand remained on your ass, aiding your movements up and down, slowly picking up the speed until you were a moaning mess. He wasn't any better, choosing to be completely vocal.

"I don't think I'm going to last long," Lewis muttered, warning you but you agreed with him, "me too, fuck, you feel so good."

You pressed your lips against his again with the need to kiss him while your hands rested on his shoulders. Though, it ended up in sloppy kisses with little breaks in between because of gasps and moans you couldn't contain.

It didn't last long enough, both of you spilling over the edge without needing much stimulation but still not completely satisfied just yet. You slowed down before fully stopping.

"I missed you," Lewis stated, and you agreed, "I missed you too."

You eased off his cock, allowing him to get rid of the condom. Sitting side by side, his hand found yours and easily threaded his fingers between yours.

Lewis tilted your face towards him, "I still love you, I don't think I've regretted anything more than letting you walk out of my life."

You had a sad smile on your face, "we all make mistakes, some are more costly than others."

"Do you still?" He didn't have the heart to finish the question, maybe because he was still scared of the answer.

Your palm rested on his cheek, "I don't think I ever stopped loving you, Lew."

A genuine smile crept up on his face, "good," he pulled you back on to his lap, "because we have two months worth of sex to catch up on."

You chucked at his words, but didn't deny it. You were about to kiss him but he leaned away, realizing something. "Hold on, I can't believe you threw out all my stuff,"

Once again you let out a laugh, "I didn't have the heart to throw it out, it's sitting in the guest room in boxes. Now are you going to fuck me or not?"

He didn't give you an answer, instead he lifted you and began walking towards your bedroom.

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endless melodies: l.hamilton

part: v [series masterlist]

pairing: lewis hamilton x oc!jamilah riley

summary: shared time leading to perfect moments …

tags: 18+, MDNI, fluff, shameless corniness, dual povs, making out, cunnilingus, cliffhanger ending.

w.c: 4.8K

notes: the social media posts for this chapter will be coming later. Don’t forget to comment, reblog and like!

LEWIS

“Mmmm.” Jamilah moaned softly. “This is some of the best sorbet I’ve ever tasted.” Her eyes were closed as she savoured the taste but his eyes were on her face watching her. Since they had started dating, her and Lewis would explore all the vegan food spots that the city had to offer, including Neat Burger - a vegan fast food restaurant Lewis a controlling stake in. Lewis never cared about what Jamilah ate but he had picked up on the fact whenever they did decide impromptu food dates, she would suggest a restaurant that was vegan or had a lot of vegan options. He appreciated that effort from her and it made his feelings for Jamilah deepen further.

After her comment, Jamilah must have realised how quiet he had been. So she opened her eyes and turned to face him, he didn’t shift his attention from her face and it caused her to sheepishly smile as she licked her lips of the remnants of the sorbet.

“What?” Jamilah enquired with the softest giggle to her tone.

“Nothing.” He shrugged his shoulders. “I just like seeing you enjoy your food. Every time you eat., your first bite is your slowest, like you’re really savouring it and this expression of joy spreads across your face. That’s the moment I wait for to savour myself.”

His words caused her to take a sharp gasp and then exhale as she inched closer to his body on the bench. Lewis placed his head on the back of the bench behind her head as she crossed her leg so that her calf softly hung over his parted legs.

“That was the sweetest whole load of nothing Mr. Poet.” She said as she leaned closer to his face. Lewis smiled as he closed the gap in between them and brushed her nose with the tip of his.

“You like it when I become wax poetic for you.” He mumbled against her lips.

“Unfortunately, I do.” Jamilah whispered before sliding his bottom lip over hers and then capturing them completely. They both taste of the of the summer berries sorbet they had been eating but from her tongue, the flavour was so much sweeter.

A low moan left his mouth as she seeked out his tongue before beginning to suck on it. Lewis had to quickly stop this kiss before he took it too far. His free hand came to the back of her neck and softy gripped it, forcing himself to pull his lips away.

“You can’t be kissing me like that in public. You’re playing a dangerous game pulling that move.” He lightly teased her bottom lip, licking it and then slightly biting it. Jamilah’s free hand came to his chin and gripped it inbetween her pointer finger and thumb.

“I like taking you out of your element. I think about you losing your cool a little too often for my liking.” She stated as she caressed his lip with her thumb. Lewis suddenly nipped at the digit which caused her to yelp and then giggle.

“Let’s finish these cones before I do something that’ll get us in trouble.” He mumbled as he stood up and stretched out his hand for her to take. Once their fingers were interlinked, they took a walk down the block as they continued enjoying each other’s company.

JAMILAH

A few days after the sorbet date, Lewis wanted to take Jamilah on one more date before he left for another race. With all of the time that they had been spending together, she was past the point of attachment, Jamilah knew that was falling and she was falling fast.

However, she knew that Lewis had to be feeling the way that she was. From the words he shared, his touch and his intended action with her. People in both of their camps were cautioning them about the speed of how their relationship was progressing but neither of them cared.

“So miss thang, we both know that you’re not coming home tonight so we changed your clutch bag to a larger shoulder bag and put in your essentials case.” Amal said as she dropped onto her older sister’s bed with a slight bounce. “Oh! And we swapped the condoms that were in there, lord knows that they needed a change.”

“AMAL!” Jamilah exclaimed as she whipped around to face her little sister as Jodie lightly chuckled as she snacked on a bowl of grapes.

“What? I’m nineteen, I know about condoms.”

“I know. You’re still my sister and I would like to not think about you touching such in relation to me.”

“Oh I didn’t do that, Jodie did. She changed the size too.”

“This is NOT the conversation I need to be having right now before I leave.” Jamilah scrunched her eyes shut as she tried not to focus on the words out of her sister’s mouth.

“Listen, we’ve all seen the shots and videos of Lewis adjusting his racing suit, we are not blind. We’re just making sure that you’ve got the right shit. I’m sure he has his own but you can never be too careful.” Jodie stated as Amal nodded her head along in agreement. Jamilah sighed as she stood up straight after finishing the application of her mascara.

“One, I don’t need to hear my two closest people talking about they were looking at videos of my man adjusting his junk. And two, while I appreciate your efforts, I highly doubt we’ll have sex tonight. In some cliche way, I’m waiting until he asks me to be his girlfriend.” Jamilah responded.

“And if he did ask you tonight? Would you?”

Jamilah pondered on the question. Things had been going very well between them but something just didn’t feel quite yet. The moment hadn’t arrived for the official question to be asked.

“No. But I will enjoy everything else.” She answered with a smile. “Now, stilettos or boots?”

She had chosen the boots to go with her black bodycon mini dress and the leather trench coat to shield her from the chilly winds of a London night. Lewis wasn’t able to come pick her up but he had arranged for a car to pick her up to drive her to the restaurant.

When she arrived outside of the restaurant, Jamilah was grateful to see that there were no paparazzi lurking by - at least from what she could see. She was quickly greeted by the front of house before being led through the space and led her right to Lewis.

He stood up as she approached the booth. There was a smile on his face as he moved around the table and outstretched his arm to take her hand and pull her into a soft kiss. Jamilah pressed a hand on his chest as she smiled against his lips.

“You look beautiful as ever Princess.” He mumbled into her ear as he embraced her.

“Thank you, handsome.” He was dressed simply in all black with a sleeveless buttoned cardigan with a couple of chains hanging from his neck. Jamilah placed one more kiss on his cheek. He took her hand and led her to sit down first before sliding into the booth and placing himself beside her.

The front of house placed the menus in front of them. “Andy will be your server for the night, they’ll be with you shortly.”

“Thank you.” Lewis replied to the staff before turning his full attention back to Jamilah. He leaned forward and took a sniff of her neck before placing a kiss onto her skin. The action caused her giggle. “You smell like vanilla and caramel today.”

“I changed my lotion a couple of days ago.” She replied as she opened the menu. “Are we drinking today?”

“I’m flying out tomorrow night so I can have a couple.”

“Yay!” Jamilah cheered as she reached for the drinks menu and browsed through the wine list. “Are you getting some sushi with me?”

“Yeah. I checked out the menu before I booked our table, they know my dietary requirements already.” Lewis said as he pulled the menu towards him.

“Will my fishy breath bother you?”

“Princess, I’ve kissed you after you demolished six birria tacos in like ten minutes. I think we are very much past the point of me caring about fishy breath after sushi.”

“Okay. I was just checking.” She giggled.

Andy came to their table and took their food and drink orders. Once they had left, Jamilah turned to Lewis and began playing with the chains around his neck.

“Are you coming back right after Monaco?” She asked him.

“I have some contractual things that I have to sort out whilst I’m still out there but then I have to fly out stateside to get some work done before Canada.”

“So I won’t physically see you until you come for Spain?!” She pouted, the cute expression causing him to laugh.

“We don’t need to be apart that long. I know your album roll out doesn’t start until Silverstone weekend. It’s in final production so you have some time on your hands.”

“And you’re saying all of this because?”

“I’m saying all of this because I want you to join me.” Lewis state confidently as he looked into her eyes. Jamilah was partially surprised at the statement but from what he had previously said that this was where it was leading to and honestly? It made her feel extremely giddy.

Then it dawned onto her.

“Why are you just asking me now?! I barely have time to prepare.” She said as she playfully nudges his arm.

“You can fly out on Saturday night and be there for race day.”

“No. I’ll fly out Friday night and then during the layover going stateside, I’ll grab the rest of my stuff.”

“God, my team is gonna think I’m crazy for doing this.”

“They had a meltdown at those pictures of us after our ice-cream date. I cannot imagine how Rosa is going to handle it me being there for the entire weekend without warning.”

“I’ll message her in the morning so that she has a heads up.” Lewis chuckled.

“Excuse me guys, here are your drinks. A white wine and an old fashioned with an extra half shot.” Andy placed their drinks down then announced that their food would be arriving shortly.

“Who is going to be at the race?” She asked as she took a sip of her wine.

“Roscoe. He’s going to be travelling with us for a little bit. I missed him.”

“Aww, I miss my little guy too.” She smiled. “Anyone else I’ll know?”

“I’m not really sure yet but some of the guy’s partners will be there.”

“Want me to join their little WAG’s club?” She joked.

“You can do that.” He laughed. “Making new friends is always good.” He added causing her to roll her eyes and smile before drinking more of her wine.

During their dinner, their conversation never stopped - mostly focused on their plans for their coming weeks together. They fed each other pieces of their food but it was mostly Lewis sharing his enoki mushrooms in chilli oil because Jamilah had not liked the seaweed salad she had ordered.

Once her glass of wine was finished, Jamilah was more than ready to leave and spend time with Lewis in a more intimate setting. She wrapped her hands around his arm and she dropped her chin onto his shoulder.

He glanced down at her with a soft smile on his lips.

“How are you feeling baby?” He asked as he moved his free hand to her face and brushed a braid that had fallen out of place and tucked it behind her ear.

“I’m good. Thank you for dinner.” She said, sighing softly as Lewis drew mindless patterns with the back of his fingers.

“You’re welcome baby.” He cupped her cheek and then pecked her lips. “You ready to go?” He questioned which Jamilah responded by nodding her head.

Lewis called for the bill and after it was settled he stood up first and grabbed her trench coat, holding it out for her to wear.

Their car was already waiting for them as they walked outside hand in hand. He let her enter into the car first and then he got in after. On the drive over to his home, Jamilah texted her groupchat updating them on her whereabouts and bidding her goodnights. It did not take long for them to respond. She just smiled to herself and locked her phone.

The driver drove into the underground parking of his building and parked close to the entrance doors.

“Thank you, Justin.” The two of them said to his driver, who threw an appreciative nod back.

They entered into the elevator and she smiled when she saw the mirror. “Take a picture with me.”

“Are you going to post it?”

“Only to my close friends.” She chewed onto her bottom lip.

“Okay.” He stopped leaning against the mirror as she positioned herself in front of him. His hands came to her hips as she grabbed onto his neck and took the picture.

“There we go.” She giggled as she stared at the way his head naturally leaned towards hers. Lewis glanced at the picture as well.

“Send me that.” He said as she posted the picture onto her private Instagram story. She hummed as an answer as the elevator finally reached the main floor of his building.

The entrance of the ground floor of his home was a well decorated foyer with a central table with a beautiful cherry blossom bonsai tree sitting on top a marbled floor. Dotted across the white walls of the foyer were decorative art pieces complimenting the colour palette of the area.

“Not only did you renovate this building to have an underground parking space and with an elevator, you have a foyer with a bonsai tree to greet you!”

“Wait until you see the indoor spa.” His comment caused Jamilah to gasp with glee.

“We are so ending the house tour with that.”

Lewis then proceeded to show her around his home, leaving the master bedroom and his closet. Somewhere along the way, they had both taken off their shoes - Jamilah, happy to be flat footed with her boho braids in a bun.

Seeing the blue of the water was like a siren calling which shot an idea into her mind. She stopped walking in her tracks and turned to face Lewis from where he stood.

“I want to jump into this pool.” She exclaimed which made Lewis chuckle.

“Are you sure that you want to do that?.” He asked.

“Is the water heated?”

“Let me check.” He walked towards the control panel closest to him. He pressed a few buttons and then nodded his head. “Yeah it’s warm.”

“So what’s stopping me from taking a dip in this gorgeous pool of yours?”

“Um, you don’t have a swimsuit?” Instead of answering, Jamilah took a good look around. The spa pool was dimly lit with loft music playing in the background, the sounds of the jets echoing into the space.

“You know you can always come back and do this at a later date. Are you sure that you want to do this now?” Lewis asked her as he stood by the entrance to the indoor pool as his eyes followed Jamilah who was dancing around close to the edge of the pool. She then turned on her heel to look at him with her eyes brimming with mischief once her mind was finally made up.

“I mean my underwear provides the same function right? Covering up all my good bits.” Her answer caused Lewis to laugh before he licked his lips and shifted his weight with his hands behind his back as he leaned on the wall with his shoulder for support.

“I guess so.” Lewis later mumbled.

Her next move could not be blamed on alcohol. She only had one glass of wine at dinner - Jamilah could only blame it on being high off the attention that Lewis had been constantly feeding her all night.

So whilst holding eye contact with him, she began pulling the bottom of her dress upwards her thighs. She could hear his breath hitching when her black thongs got exposed to his eyes. It brought a smile to her face. Jamilah grabbed the bottom of the bunched up fabric and completely pulled the dress of her body before dropping it onto the floor.

“Fuuck.” Lewis lowly uttered which sent a shiver down her spine. She bit onto her lip as he drank in her body. The softly padded bra did nothing to hide her body’s reaction to his gaze.

He stood up straight as she began slowly inching backwards towards the heated pool. “Are you going to join me or are you going to stand there and watch me?”

Due to the silence, Jamilah could only focus on the frantic beating of her heart after she had asked the question. But she didn’t need a verbal answer - her abdomen muscles involuntarily clenched as she watched Lewis push off the wall and begin to approach her.

With a smirk playing on his lips, he begun to work to unfasten the buttons of his sleeveless cardigan before pushing it off his body. Once the fabric fell away from his shoulders, he turned to his jeans to unbutton them and push them past his thighs leaving him just his boxers.

Jamilah chewed on her bottom lip as she let her eyes marvel in the beauty of the specimen standing in front of her. Not wanting to let nerves show any further than they had been to this point. She walked to the ladder leading into the pool and began to inch her body below the surface of the water. She shivered at the contact with the warm water but she let it wash over the longer she immersed herself in the pool.

She swam away from the ladder, careful not to get her hair wet as she got closer to the edge closet to where Lewis was standing.

“Don’t be scared to jump in.” She teased him. He rolled his eyes before he dove into the water. Jamilah squealed as she turned her face away from the splashes of the water. Before she could clear the water away from her face, she felt his arms reach across her waist and he pulled her into the warmth of his body.

“You’re so fucking lucky I have braids right now because had it been a silk press, it would been real bad for you.”

“I would have just given you the money to get it sorted.” He shrugged as he wrapped her limbs around his body.

“Not all of us have hair stylists on retainer. I have to book mine.”

“So I would have given you mine.” His sentence caused her to laugh as they continued to bob along in the water.

“No offence babe, because for whatever reason that works for you but I’ll never let your stylist touch my hair.”

“Not this again.” He groaned.

“Yes this again! Baby you need to change the person who does your hair. I’m tired of your fans crying in my comments every time I post.”

“Princess, I don’t want to talk about how much you and my fans don’t like my braider when you’re this close to my dick.” Lewis said he squeezed her ass cheeks causing a squeal to leave her mouth before giggling. She was just not realising how much she did when she was with him.

“Fine.” She tried to pull away from him but Lewis held onto her. “Baby.” A soft laugh left her as she placed her hands on his shoulders. “If you don’t let go of me, I can’t enjoy this marvellous pool the way I want to.”

“Give me a kiss first.” He mumbled. That she could do. She slid her lips against his. Lewis moved his hand along her back before settling on the back of her neck to deepen the kiss. On instinct, Jamilah pushed her breasts against his chest as she moaned into his mouth. Without realising, she had been rubbing herself against the fabric of Lewis’s boxers. He brought his hands to her waist to steady her before he pulled his mouth away from the kiss.

“If you want to swim then I suggest unwrapping yourself from me before I take you out of here.” She blushed as she detached her legs from his body. She splashed his back as she swam away trying to calm the rush that had began to spread through her body.

Before she had let go of him, Jamilah had looked into his eyes. They held promise. They had been playing so close on the edge and if she wasn’t careful, she was going to break the promise she had made to herself.

~~~

After spending no more than thirty minutes swimming and playing in the pool, Lewis led her to the master bedroom and showed her the en suite, giving her something to change in as he utilised a guest bathroom to shower. Once he was done, he went to collect their belongings and headed back to the bedroom.

Jamilah hadn’t left the bathroom but he could hear that the shower was off. As he folded her dress and placed it by her handbag. She opened the door and his eyes took her in. She stood there wearing one of his baggy t-shirt. He had also given her a new pair of brief boxers but they weren’t showing as they were swallowed by the fabric.

“Don’t you look gorgeous.” He smiled at her as she walked towards him and reached for her bag.

“You never stop do you?” Jamilah said as she dug through the bad and pulled out a smaller bag.

“Like any man, I like seeing my woman in my clothes.” She rolled her eyes at his answer as she pulled out a silk scarf.

“Give it to me.” He held out his hand and she placed the scarf into his palm. Lewis focused on carefully wrapping her braids, making sure that it wasn’t too tight on her edges.

“Thank you honey.” She lightly stood on her tip-toes and pecked his lips. “Where’s your durag? I need to wrap up your fuck ass braids.”

“You need to stop talking shit about my hair.”

“Not until you change your braider.” She replied in a sing-song voice. Lewis didn’t respond to her but he sat in between her legs as she sat on the edge of the bed. Jamilah soothed out his plaits once she had taken off his hair tie. She secured the durag and placed a kiss on top of his head. “All done.”

Lewis turned his head and kissed her thigh. He continued to place kisses on her skin as he turned his body.

“Stop!” She squealed, feeling ticklish and pushed his head away from her legs but Lewis picked her up by her knees and dropped her further up the bed. Jamilah rushed to pull the t-shirt down her body. The underwear that he had given her were tightly pressed against the dampness of her cunt.

Since they shared their first kiss in the studio, they had been playing it safe. But the kissing and touching was becoming too much for her. Her body was craving more but she knew that if they crossed that line, then she would be giving herself to on a platter. It was hard not to when he had been doing everything right.

“Hey.” His voice pulled her out of her thoughts. “Where did you go just there?”

She shook her head in response as she gave him a lazy smile. “I was just thinking.”

“About?”

“Us.”

“What about us?”

“You don’t think we’re moving too fast? Like everything had been so perfect and at the back of my mind, I keep waiting for the ball to drop.” She confessed. “I want this with you so much but I’m also the first woman you’ve been with publicly. What if you don’t want this any more, the longer it goes on?” Jamilah was no longer looking up at him but as his chest, focusing on the compass tattoo, tracing the north tip point. She felt Lewis place his hand beside her head before tipping her face upwards so that she could meet his eyes.

“Did you ever think about the fact that it’s going really well because I want the exact same thing that you want? That I’m doing things out of my typical because I am so enamoured by you, I’m doing what my heart tells me instead of following the logistics of what our teams tell us to do.”

His words rained over and pooled into her heart. She cupped his face and stroked the swell of his cheeks.

“You’re not alone in this. I’m right here with you.” He turned his head and kissed her inner palm.

“Okay.” She whispered then leaned up to capture his lips. The gentle touch of their lips caused him to sigh into her mouth. Jamilah took the opportunity to deepen the kiss, sucking on his tongue. He groaned as he leaned down and pressed his chest against her stomach.

“Baby.” Jamilah whimpered as his hands moved beneath her shirt and settled on her back, just above the hem of the boxers.

“Let me take care of you.” Lewis mumbled before nibbling on her bottom lip. She parted her legs as he began moving down her body. He moved the fabric of the t-shit away from the stomach. He inhaled deeply as her hands rubbed on his head. Lewis grabbed at the boxers and pulled them away from her hips.

Jamilah sighed as he returned to lay kisses on her hip bones, the contact sent shivers up the length of her spine.

“Mmm.” She moaned as his thumb caressed her clit in slow, soft circles that made her pussy clench. Lewis dipped his head in between her thighs and glided his tongue across her clit. A tremor rushed through her body and made her legs wobble. He picked up her calf and placed his leg over his shoulder.

“Look at me, princess.” He commanded. When Jamilah looked at him and his stare was intense and full of desire. Full desire of her.

He winked at her and then lowered his mouth onto her clit. He wrapped his arms around her legs, pulling Jamilah closer to his mouth and locking her bottom half in place. Lewis kept his eyes locked in with hers as his tongue flicked against her clit.

“Oh shit! Lew!” One hand reached down and kept his head in place as she rode his face.

“You taste so fucking good baby.” He moaned and continued moaning against her pussy as her eyes rolled to the back of her head.

Jamilah had received head before and she knew how good it would feel but it was never like this. All of her senses were alive but her mind was clouded with pleasure. Lost in it, she fell back onto the bed. A hard slap came to her inner thigh and the sting made her shiver with pleasure.

“Eyes on me princess. Don’t make me tell you again.” The sternness of his voice aroused her even more.

“Okay.” She whispered.

Right then, Lewis began to flick his tongue faster, forcing her words down her throat. She dug her nails into his hair, pulling on what she could through the durag as she began to tremble.

“Right there! Right fucking there!” She pleaded as she locked eyes with him, concentrating on rocking her hips faster, bumping her pussy against his nose. Jamilah was making his face wet and she didn’t care.

Evidently, he didn’t care either.

Then Lewis pulled her pussy lips apart and slid two fingers into her cunt and curled them upwards. Dragging his fingers forth as he thrusted them, with his tongue eagerly rolling on her clit and applying pressure on the nub. Jamilah’s mouth formed into a silent O with one last drag.

“Oh fuck! I’m coming! I’m c-.” Her body seized in place as her orgasm ruptured. Lewis hummed satisfied as his gaze darkened.

She fell backwards as she tried to catch her breath. He gently kissed her pelvis before shifting until he was hovering above her. He held onto her chin and pulled her in for a kiss. Jamilah moaned at the taste of herself left on his lips.

“You’re so pretty when you come.” He murmured, pecking her lips as he spoke.

“When will I get to see you come?” She threw back at him which caused him to smirk.

“Not tonight.” He replied, colliding their lips once more. “But I’m going to make you come on my face again.”

“Oh god!” Jamilah gasped as she arched off the bed as he laid his mouth on her pussy once more …

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You’re really fucking with that nigga huh?

XXXX-XXX-XXX

Bet.

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lewis hamilton x fem!reader smau

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album is yoncé by beyonce (a masterpiece imo)

warnings: cussing, sexual innuendos

authors note: this is my first smau! any feedback is appreciated and please like, comment, and reblog!! hope you enjoy!! also sorry for any blurriness, tumblr ruined the quality 🫤

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4k celebration

congrats on 4k love - your writing is absolutely worth all of the hype and even more!!! i adore your work and so look forward to even more people discovering it.

i was hoping to request a lewis fic?? i’m such a slut for a good enemies to lovers situation, so maybe along the lines of reader is a fair bit younger than lewis, but there’s been all of this tension btwn them and it all boils over one night (smuttyyyyy) 🥴

we made up.

LH x fem!rival reader - 4k celebration

in which you can never just bite your tongue

eeeeek i love this request! thank u sm anon for ur sweet words, ur so lovely i hope i’ve done this justice for you! writing for lewis terrified me so this might not be my best work but we move! more lewis requests to come, let me know what you think <3

songs to set the mood: stargirl interlude by the weekend & lana del rey

warnings: 18+!! minors go away!! smut, swearing, degradation, praise, dom!lewis, some switch!reader, implied age gap, slightly inexperienced reader, enemies to lovers, blink n you’ll miss it size kink

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you hide admiration with a scowl, curling into yourself, as far away as you can get from him. the couch seems to get smaller and smaller with every overly intelligent, carefully thought out word he says. each sentence seems to be coated in a thick layer of i don’t give a fuck. you don’t know how he’s so good a toeing the line.

after six years in f1, you still couldn’t work out why you didn’t like lewis hamilton.

maybe it was his cool confidence, the way he never lacked composure, while you were called an unhinged, delusional woman by every incel on twitter for so much as breathing. maybe it was his sky high stack of trophies, championships, podiums, wins. you weren’t even halfway close to touching his records. maybe it was the way he was diabolically, inhumanly gorgeous, a truly breathtaking creature. you paled in every single way compared to lewis, so how could you even begin to like him?

it was silly, really, pathetic even, feeling such childish disdain just because he was better than you. he was older, more refined, iconic in every single way that you weren’t. perhaps you’d get there one day, but you simply weren’t there yet.

you’re sat beside him in the press conference, sharing the couch with him, alex, lando, charles and max. it wasn’t the worst combination in the world, but anytime you had to sit in front of a gaggle of hawk-eyed journos and a million cameras with lewis, something unfortunate usually happened. never by design, but you just weren’t very good at saving face in front of the mercedes driver.

“do you think the podium is a possibility this weekend?” someone from autosport whose name you can’t remember asks.

“i’m hoping so, just need to keep the mercs behind us again, but i don’t think that will be that hard.” you respond, without even a sliver of a filter. the material of the sofa shifts as lewis tenses up beside you, inhaling sharply at your blatant disrespect. somewhere beside you, lando sniggers, and max is rolling his eyes.

it was no secret that you didn’t have the softest spot in the world for sir lewis.

“that’s assuming your car makes it to the end of the race.” lewis clears his throat, speaking with confident conviction. you turn you head to glare at him, painfully unable to take what you give. alex slaps his hand over his mouth.

“at least my car isn’t so bad that i’d rather go and learn the alphabet down at ferrari.” you scoff. you avoid the eyes of your comms officer, because if looks could kill, you’d be six feet under already.

“i think we’ll leave it there.” tom clarkson suggests, and you stand from the panel and storm away on trembling legs with a terrible ache throbbing between them.

there’s something about the pettiness, the reasonless back and fourth you two always seem to partake in that leaves you in need of a cold shower.

turns out, you have to apologise.

you spend the better part of an hour being bollocked by your press team, who, for some reason, don’t find it particularly amusing that you’d somehow managed to insult the lewis hamilton, ferrari, and mercedes in the span of two sentences.

so, there you were, begrudgingly trailing towards lewis’s hotel room. it’s on the top floor, because of course it is, it’s him. he oozes expensive exclusively, naturally above the rest. you twist your rings nervously, increasingly terrified of being in a confined space alone with the gorgeous brit. your knuckles rap gently against the wood of his door, intentionally weakly. you pray he won’t hear you and that you can just disappear back into the elevator and into your room, to pathetically let you hands wander between your clenched thighs.

but god laughs, and the door swings open. lewis seems startled by your presence, just for a moment though, leaning cooly against the doorframe. his lips pull into a faint smile. two things alarm you. first of all, he’s shirtless, bare from the waist up, a plethora of delicious tattoos on display for you to feast your eyes on. secondly, and somehow even worse, he’s panting, clearly just back from a work out in the gym. he glistens with sweat, and your mind goes blank, apologetic words die on your tongue.

“something to say, angel, or are you just here to stare?” lewis teases, the words rolling off his tongue smoothly. you pray for the ground to gape open, swallow you hole, suck you into hot lava.

“well, i was gonna apologise but i don’t think you deserve it.” you sneer, crossing your arms over your chest accusingly.

“didn’t think you knew how to apologise.” lewis grins sarcastically, mocking you.

“has anyone told you how arrogant you are?” you bite back, eyes narrowing.

“why don’t you come in here and i’ll show you just how arrogant i can be?” his voice has dropped a few octaves, seductive and low.

the proposition, the suggestion behind his words makes you fold immediately. you’d wondered for far too long about what he was like behind closed doors and under thick bedsheets, and if you had the chance at finding out, you’d be imbecilic not to take it.

you shove his muscled chest, pushing him back into his room. his hands find your waist, pulling harshly at the material of your loose t-shirt. he’s watching you intently, mesmerised by the angry flush on your cheeks tinging you pink. your eyes convey hunger, matching his, and you’re forcing him down to sit at the foot of his bed.

“why are you such an asshole?” you hiss, slotting your knees on either side of his so that you’re straddling him.

“probably the same reason you’re such a little bitch.” lewis growls, tugging you forward harshly on his lap. you feel his work out shorts ride up on his thighs, the material sensitive on your skin.

your pupils blow wide at his words, and you’re kissing him hard, teeth and tongues clashing messily. his lips are so soft, pillowy as they brush aggressively with your own and you lick wetly into his awaiting mouth. he’s addictive, minty, and you fall against his bare chest as he leans back into the mattress.

“i think you need to be taught some manners.” lewis grunts, flipping your bodies over like you’re nothing, and slotting against your body like a missing piece.

“i think the same could be said about you.” you breathe, sliding your hand under the waistband of his shorts. he chuckles quietly, the rumble reverberating through your own chest, cracking you open.

“try your best.” he whispers. your eyes roll back.

truth is, you’re not the most experienced person in the world. yes, you’re in your mid twenties, but a long term relationship with the worlds biggest loser and dedicating your life to a career in a boys club meant that you didn’t have the time to develop broadest set of skills. you didn’t have the luxury of letting loose in a nightclub with a stranger because if that information got into the wrong hands, you’d be slut-shamed off the face of the earth. so now, you found yourself a little bit lost under a literal sex god.

as if he can hear your thoughts, lewis pulls back.

“what’s the matter? do you want me to stop?” he’s softer than he ever has been with you, melting away in your hands, but you draw him back in, tightening your grip on the band of his shorts.

“no, no, i just…” the words die on your tongue. something in your eyes gives him all the information that he needs.

“do what feels right, good.” his nose brushes your jaw, kissing over it and you settle back into the moment.

“teach me a lesson.” you whisper, empowered in his hands, and he springs back into action, his demeanour slipping right back into what it had been.

“is that why you’re so bad in interviews? just want me to fuck some respect into you?” his lips tug amusedly when you nod rapidly up at him.

an experimental roll of his hips makes you keen, hand slipping into his braids and pulling hard. his eyes fall shut, lips parting to let out a soft groan, his eyebrows pinching from the rough pleasure. your fingers graze over the skin of his toned belly, finding sensitive skin that makes him shiver.

“you distracted, lew?” you taunt, with the only intention of riling him up.

his eyes snap open, hard and lacking any sort of warmth, and he tears your hands from where they rest on his firm body, swiftly pinning them above your head with one hand. he plants himself on one knee, balancing himself so that he can fiddle with the button of your shorts. he makes quick work of removing them, forcing the zipper down and skilfully manoeuvring them with just the one hand.

once they’re gone, along with the lace of your underwear, he forces your thighs apart, and slides his fingers along the seam of your cunt, slicking them up. you’re soaked and he momentarily falters, but he doesn’t let himself get too visibly affected.

“fuck, you’re so wet. been thinking about me, angel?” he teases mercilessly, as he rocks the first thick digit into you, twisting and curling until he finds the spot that makes you buck your hips.

“nothing to say now, hm?” lewis tuts, wetting his lips. the feeling of you squeezing so tight around just one of his fingers makes him choke out a moan. you can feel his hot breath fanning over your face, your eyes squeezing shut at the feeling of him filling you up.

“more.” you breathe, stuttering over just one word. he revels in how he’s managed to reduce you to this so quickly.

“you sure you can take it, angel? so fucking tight.”

“make me.” you plead, parting your strained thighs even wider for him.

he lets go of your hands, snaking down your body to get himself closer to where you’re dripping already.

“keep them there.” lewis orders, and you grip tightly onto the pillows to exercise restraint.

lewis presses his forearm over the plush of your belly, holding you down as he adds a second finger, watching in awe as it slips so effortlessly into your pussy. you’re mewling, fighting to buck your hips but the firm press of his muscled arm keeps you in place.

“so pretty for me, angel, soaking my fingers.” he notes, entranced at how responsive you are for him.

“want you inside of me, lew.” you whine, knuckles paper white where you’re fighting off the urge to reach down and touch him.

“wait.” he snarls, ramming his fingers even harder, grinding against the soft spot buried deep. “you’re gonna cum like this first.”

with that, he removes the barricade of his arm, bringing his spare hand to your clit, the pad of his thumb drawing calloused circles into the bud. you lose it, grinding down on his fingers like a woman possessed.

“that’s it, sweetie, fuck yourself for me.” lewis encourages, voice gravelly and low.

sparks shoot down your spine, nothing but white behind your eyelids as he lights you on fire. you can’t warn him, the words lost to the tense air of the room as you barrel towards your first release. he eases you through it, not letting up even a little bit, but it pays off when you can’t help but writhe against the cream of the bedspread.

“god.” you croak, flopping limp as he pulls out, crawling over you.

“learned your lesson?”

“not quite.” you flash an exhausted grin, abandoning your grasp on the pillows to slide them down his thick frame.

you trace the lion adorning his shoulder, the compass, each piece driving you further into utter delirium. your hands graze his waist, snaking around his abdomen until you reach the cross, tracing it until you reach words that keep him going.

still i rise the cursive reads, and he shivers as you rake your nails over it.

“fuck me.” you purr. your hands slide under his shorts once more, gripping at the curve of his ass. you push the material down over his thighs, and he happily kicks them away, his inked hands roughly spreading you even wider.

“desperate little thing, bet you go home after every race and fuck yourself silly wishing it was me, hm?” he adjusts himself between your legs, his thick cock nudging against you entrance, drenching himself in the mess he’d made.

you gasp out a moan as he slides deep, taking his sweet time. you can’t even comprehend his words, totally consumed by the brutally enticing stretch of him, your thighs shaking at the delectable intrusion. he hisses at the sensation of your tight warmth, his head falling to rest in the crook of your neck. lewis licks over the sensitive skin, trailing open mouthed kisses down to your collarbone. you feel the sharp graze of his teeth, gentle nips making you shudder on his cock.

“don’t leave a mark.” you choke, and lewis seems to get it, so he skims his teeth lower, sucking purple just over your heart.

you clamp down around him, allured by the tweak of pain, and it seems to spark something in him, his hips rolling into yours experimentally.

“you feel so fucking good.” lewis pants, his breath warm and wet on your neck.

“need you to move.” you plead, turning your head to capture his lips in an urgent kiss.

he pulls out, slamming back into you roughly, your tummy twisting with anticipation. lewis finds a rhythm that suits you both, hips hitting yours with every thrust, each one leaving you full and spent.

“gonna make sure you feel me for days.” he promises, yanking your legs over his hips. as he does, he hits deeper and you yelp, stars in your eyes. “when you sit in the car tomorrow, you’re gonna feel me and remember how to be a good fucking girl, not an attention seeking brat.”

you ramble his name, eyes flooding with tears of overstimulation, dumbfounded at how he seems to hit a new spot with every slide of his cock. he’s digging his fingers into the meat of your thighs, pulling your hips impossibly closer to his as he drives into you, as if he wants to become a part of you, moulded for an eternity. with the way your stomach knots, butterflies and adrenaline coursing through you, you’d comply; you’d let him do whatever he wanted to him anytime he wanted.

“‘m so close.” you whine, pulling on every part of him your hands can reach. a refreshed sense of determination builds in his eyes and he presses hard on your navel.

“so deep, can see it.” lewis slurs, eyes fixed on your belly.

those five words make you unravel, sending you hurtling over the edge. he can’t help but fuck you through it, hammering home while you spasm around him so tight that he struggles to move.

“fucking addicted to this pussy.” lewis groans, burying himself as deep as he can go.

you’re utterly enchanted as you watch him reach his release, gnawing at your bottom lip when his part in a moan, allowing gentle puffs of air to escape. his long eyelashes rest delicately over his cheeks as his eyes fall shut, your name spilling out of his mouth like a needy prayer.

you’re warm from the inside out, flushed and full when he settles, pressing his body weight into you completely.

two weeks later, you’re in japan, bored senseless in yet another press conference. lewis sits further down the couch, and you have to cross your legs every time he speaks. no one seems to notice, except him, of course.

when it’s your turn to speak, and you’re asked all about your little spat with sir lewis back in australia, you shrug, smirking.

“we made up.”

oof

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Try Again Pt.1

Pairing: Ex!Lewis Hamilton x reader

Warnings: None

A/N: inspired by a comment from @forevercaffeinated-lee on silence about a typo that actually inspired me to write a full fic!

Pt.2

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user2 Lewis put the boobs away

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↳ user8 sources say it was a mutually bad breakup but y/n was the first to actually say the words

↳ user9 and then Lewis posts with a shady caption 🤦‍♀️

user10 idc about y'all a win is a win

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user26 I think he was definitely better when he was the wdc and dating the love of his life

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user28 ITS SO GOOD

user29 YESSSSSSS

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user30 TREAT HER BETTERRRR

user31 Lewis is screaming

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user32 I miss them 😭

user33 WE BOTH KNOW WE AINT KIDS NO MORE

user34 because they were both so young when the got together I’m gonna scream 😭

user35 I want dad back 😞

user36 GOTTA LET GO OF ALL OF OUR GHOSTSSSSS

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↳ user46 yeah all the parts where Lewis isn’t singing

user47 these lyrics are so ironic for having been written before the breakup lmao

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norrisleclercf1 · 1 month

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can you write the f1 dilfs sucking on tits cause it's a need not a want at this point love!!

A/N: I'm doing Lewis, Jenson, and Sebastian. Also warning for slight lactation kink, whoops

Lewis:

He's been dying for 9 months, to wrap his lips around your tits. He's missed them a lot more than he'd rather to admit, fuck even caught himself staring so damn hard he could almost feel your soft flesh in his mouth and the little whimpers you'd let loose when he swirls his tongue and gently bites, fuck he missed it like damn drug.

Yet, 9 months ago you decided to pierce both your nipples and when he found out, he got so damn hard and immediately went to suck on them. But when your hand pushed him back, he was so confused. "No touching," Lewis groans, reaching out again and you slap his hand. "Lewis, you can't touch them for a while," Lewis looks up shocked and you giggle at his confused face. "How long?" He groans staring at them, wanting to suck them into his mouth. "9 months."

So here he was, having finally reached the tail end of the 9 months and he couldn't wait to feel the metal on his tongue and the sweet whimpers he was about to pull out of your mouth. "Now can I?" He asks, and you look up from the couch. ever since you got them pierced, you haven't really worn a bra, wanting them to heal quicker.

"Sure," You giggle, Lewis wasted no time dipping his head down and slowly rolling his tongue over the sensitive nipple, dropping your phone, head rolling back you whimper when he lightly nips and you jump at the feeling. Lewis groans, having missed the feeling of it in his mouth. "Fucking gorgeous, now, I wonder if you could orgasm from this alone." You whine and nod your head wanting to find out if he could do this.

Jenson:

You don't know what it was, but you needed something to help you with your period. You kept thinking maybe it was a food craving. Going to the kitchen you whine when the food just made you twitch your nose. Okay, not a food craving maybe you wanted to be wrapped in warmth even though it was becoming spring, you needed it to be hotter. Nope, that just made you uncomfortable and you wanted to cry.

You try one last thing, which was you playing with your tits. You hiss at how sensitive they are, but it feels so good, but it's not enough. Looking at the clock you whine and throw yourself onto the couch as your boyfriend wasn't due home for another hour.

So closing your eyes and lying on the couch you have no shame ripping your bra off and tossing it somewhere. Wearing on of Jenson's soft white t-shirts you start to play with your tits, whining as it wasn't enough but just right for the moment.

Jenson smiles as he steps into the apartment, as he was bringing you flowers and your favorite products to help with the period. Moving down the hall he stops, seeing your bra just lying on the floor. "Sweetie?" Shrugging off his Mclaren jacket and hat he walks in and stops seeing the sight before him.

"Jense, they hurt. Help me?" He swears under his breath and moves forward, kicking off his shoes in the process. "Aww, sweetie, do they hurt?" You nod your head and remove your shirt, Jenson unable to stop himself as he licks his lips. "Suck them, please?" Jenson nods and drops to his knees, placing soft kisses everywhere but where you needed him.

"Jenseeeeee, please they're so sore." You're on the verge of crying when Jenson finally sucks the first nipple in, almost like a muscle has stopped being tight you relax and breath out in relief. Jenson smiles around and moves to the next one, relaxing even more as you tangle your fingers in his shirt hair tugging a little bit. He pulls off and licks around them before looking up at you and nipping at them, which has you whimpering. "Shhh, I've got."

Sebastian:

You loved your husband, but right now you hated the little alien inside you. You back hurt, bones aching, head pounding, your blood pressure was going up and down like crazy, you were once crazy horny that Sebastian joked like you were fucking like bunnies.

That caused you not to touch him for almost a month because you were so angry. He dealt with it all like a champ really. You couldn't have asked for a better husband or father of your child. But, right now you wanted to punch him awake as you felt like your breasts were about to burst.

He was peacefully sleeping and here you were, dying from the pain and the need to have them sucked on. "Seb," You whisper, poking him hard in his ribs. Sitting up quick you giggle at his wild ass curls sticking up everywhere. "What? What's wrong, are you okay?" He flips on a light and stops seeing the glare and how you're no longer wearing a shirt, much less a bra. Sebastian looks you over and notices how swollen your breasts look and sigh.

"Need me to suck on them, hmm?" You groan and move, getting comfortable as he lazily lies down and sucks on into his mouth. Hissing you relax slowly with each suck his mouth does. Sebastian puts a little bit more pressure and groan when something wet lands on his tongue. Pulling off his moans, and smirks up at you. Neither of you say anything as when he was driving for red bull and you two first started to date, you were made clear of his kinks.

But now with him Ferrari, he seemed to become the one in control, but you sometimes missed those days and right now you felt like it was the old times. "Fuck, you're gorgeous, growing out baby, providing for them, fuck." Sebastian goes to your other breast as the other wasn't as swollen anymore.

Whining you pull him closer, as he sucks even pulling out some milk. In that moment you didn't care it just felt to damn good.

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ccsainzleclerc5516 · 2 months

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His Biggest Prize

Pairing: Lewis Hamilton x reader

Warnings: smut!

After Australian GP, Lewis was counting down the seconds until he got home to you and the kids. It was not a good weekend for him. Not at all and now all he wanted, all he desperately needed was to find comfort in your arms.

It was late at night, close to midnight, when you heard the door of your shared home open. You and Roscoe were lying on the sofa in the living room under a blanket waiting for Lewis. Your two children, Harper and Miles, have been sleeping cause it was long past their bedtime, and your eyes were slowly closing too, but you knew that Lewis needed you and you wanted to be there for him, awake.

You quickly crawled out from under the blanket, waking a snoring Roscoe in the process, and hurried to the door.

"Baby" You welcome him in with a tight hug leaning your head on his shoulder and leaving a lot of soft kisses on his neck.

"Hey, love" He pulls you tighter to him breathing in your scent that calms him right away.

"How are you?" You ask, but he doesn't say anything. He gives you a smile, but his eyes look terribly sad. "I'm so sorry I couldn't be there with you. Do you want to talk about it?"

"Don't worry, baby, I'm okay now. I don't wanna talk about it, I just want to go to bed with you." He says taking your hands in his and softly kissing your knuckles. "Are the kids asleep?"

"Yeah, they wanted to wait for you, but I told them you'll be home late so they'll see you in the morning."

"Good, good."

"Let's go to bed, yeah?"

As soon as you got into bed Lewis pulled you all the way to him holding you tightly as if you were gonna slip out of his arms every second. He was so exhausted that it took him only minutes to drift of to sleep with his head resting on yours.

The next morning you were the first one to wake up, a bit earlier than usual. Your body was still pressed against Lewis' feeling his hot breath against the back of your neck and his morning erection unconsciously poking at your lower back.

One of Lewis' oversized t-shirts served as your nightgown every night under which you were wearing only panties so you pulled it up revealing your butt and rubbing it over the bulge in his boxers making him moan in his sleep.

Normally the kids wake you up every day, but since you got ahead of them this morning, you decided to use that time to show your man how much you missed him, how much he is loved, to show him that he is forever the champion in your eyes.

First you turned and placed a few short gentle kisses on his lips before straddling him, slowly grinding your hips against his crotch and running your hands over his firm tattooed chest.

A smile spread across his face when you leaned down and kissed him below his ear whispering "Good morning handsome" It took him a few seconds to open his eyes and realize your position.

"What a sight to wake up to..You on top of me," His hands find your waist pulling you closer into him. "If I'm not the luckiest man in the world, then I don't know who is. Good morning baby"

"Did you sleep well?" You ask still slowly grinding against him. Your panties were staring to soak with your wetness as you feel his rock hard cock through the thin material pressed against your folds.

"I sleep best next to you" He moans at the friction that you're creating between you two. His hand reaches for your, his, t-shirt pulling it up a little so he can have a better view to the junction of your body.

"Yeah?"

"Yeah. And what have I done to deserve such a special morning treatment?" He asks admiring you, his fingers pulling the strings of your panties up making your lips part and groan.

"Just wanted to remind you how much I love you before the kids wake up" You tug at the waistband of his boxers pulling them down his thighs and taking his thick cock into your hands stroking him up and down at, for him, excruciatingly slow pace.

"Fuckk, baby" He sighs running his hands over his face and through his hair. His hips raising up begging you to take him.

"Baby, don't tease" He pleads, but you can't help it. You bring your face dangerously close to his shaft swirling your tongue over his tip. He hisses squeezing his eyes shut as you start kissing it, sucking on it and collecting the pre-cum that started dripping out. "I swear I'm gonna cum in your mouth if you don't stop"

As soon as you move and straddle him again, he takes his cock in his hand giving it a few strokes and with the other he moves your panties aside. His fingers quickly glide over your wet slits stopping at your aching clit tapping it and rubbing small circles on it.

"You gonna ride me?" He asks and you nod impatiently. "C'mon baby, sit on my cock, show me how you do it" Before you slid yourself down on his length, he sat up and leaned his back against the headboard because this way it was much more intimate, he wanted to have you as close to him as possible while watching you ride him.

Lewis wasn't a loud guy, but he loved that you were. It drove him crazy listening to you whimper, moan, scream out his name in bed. But this time he had to make sure you were as quiet as you could be because you didn't want to wake up the kids. So when you sunk down on him, Lewis quickly covered your mouth with his hand shushing your whimpers.

"Shh, baby, you gotta be quiet okay? Can you do that for me?" He asked and you nodded. His thumb slips inside your mouth and you quickly get to work sucking in your cheeks his eyes never leaving yours. "Such a good girl. You're so hot, fuck"

His lips attack yours aggressively pushing his tongue inside while his hands grasp your butt guiding it up and down on his cock, setting the pace he wanted.

"You like that, baby? You like how I'm taking you?" You murmur against his lips. "So big Lew-uh"

"Yes, my girl riding me so good. Your pussy feels so good, so perfect for me." His teeth bite your nipple through your t-shirt making you wince as the pain and pleasure mingle.

You know that time is running fast and that the kids could wake up at any moment so the rhythm of your hips quickens and you start riding him faster and harder wrapping your arms around his neck.

"You gonna cum around me?" He grunts as he feels your walms clench around him. Before you can even confirm, your body trembles and your head falls into the crook of his neck biting your lip to stop yourself from screaming as you come undone around him.

"That's it, yes, yes, ahh. So pretty when you cum" He leans backwards so that he can lift you up and start thrusting himself hard inside you. The sight of you already worn out from his cock makes him twitch pushing him to the edge. "Shit, I'm gonna fill you up, shiiit baby"

As he finishes he doesn't pull out but stays buried deep inside you. You fall on his chest, both of you gasping for air he cooes you telling you how good his pretty girl did as his hands start rubbing your back.

"To be yours, that's the biggest prize" He says lifting up your chin to look you in the eyes and you smile shyly as your heart flutters at his comment.

"You're forever my champ Lew"

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