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daddy's girl ♡ lh x reader

summary: in which your daughter is a daddy's girl through and through!

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yn.hamilton babygirl said she wants to match with daddy today so who am I to say no? 💖 (lewis was not allowed to put her on his board :) and you never will honey)

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ha44ilton it's the passive aggressive note to lewis in the caption for me 😭😭

mercedesamgf1 do we have another fashion icon on our hands? 😉

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mercedes44 she's growing so fast omg

lewishamilton yellow was always more her colour 💫

yn.hamilton matches her sunshine personality, doesn't it? 💞

mercmaids THEY'RE WEARING MATCHING FITS???? PLS THATS THE CUTEST SHIT I'VE SEEN IN MONTHS

goatmilton the lil bucket hat and sunglasses... i will never recover

yn.hamilton when i tell you i MELTED

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lewishamilton eternally grateful for all the time I get to spend with my two girls before the beginning of another exciting season 🙏🏾 here's to many more vacations with my little family

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yn.hamilton your caption 😭 i love you both so much, lewis

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ha44ilton that caption bro BRO

susie_wolff enjoy it!

mercedesamgf1 and the award of cutest insta post of this year goes to lewis 'the goat' hamilton!

mercmaids admin is gonna die if they go a day without calling lewis the goat and u know what? me too

mercedes44 the vibes are so cozy and ugh when is it my turn @ god!!!!

goatmilton nike needs to get that baby a sponsorship asap, I'm no longer asking

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yn.hamilton lewis fell asleep next to roscoe on the couch yesterday because ms. sunshine wouldn't go to bed until after he read her two stories 🤕 daddy's girl through and through!

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mercedesamgf1 so that's why he was tired during the debrief 😉

yn.hamilton he'll be better rested next time, promise!

roscoelovescoco I's loves falling asleeps next to daddys

goatmilton the vibes are immaculate fr this family is so dear to me

mercmaids LOOK AT THEEEEEM

4463merc roscoe and lewis sleeping like that is so ❣💓💕

susie_wolff toto and lewis can bond over this!

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yn.hamilton wifey duties 💫💞

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ha44ilton absolutely OBSESSED with her repping Lewis from head to toe

mercmaids she's giving all of us if we were married to lewis lbr

goatmilton YOU'RE SO REAL Y/N

f1 amazing support!

mercedesamgf1 always happy to have you decked out in his number 👊🏽🔥

sbinotto imagine all you are is the wife of someone 💀 I'd rather die

yndefender go back to stanning ur clown team lmaooo

lewishamilton my biggest fan ❤

yn.hamilton always babe 👊🏽

4405 naur it's the fist bump for me 🤣

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lewishamilton today might have only been enough for a third place, but I'm still grateful for all the hard work the team has put into the car this weekend. a win will be in our future but right now I'm happy to see all the time I get to spend with my princess as the biggest win of them all.

thank you to everyone that cheered for us this weekend! your support means the world 🙏🏾

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mercedesamgf1 incredible performance on track today! we'll get them next week 👊🏼

georgerussell63 we'll get that w soon, mate!

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goatmilton you were SO close this weekend

mercmaids bro BRO how do u expect us to be normal after that caption 😭😭😭

cullen_angela onto the next one 🙌🏻🙌🏻🙌🏻

susie_wolff cherish all the time you get with her while she's still so young!

yn.hamilton every day I get to experience you with her is a gift and I can't wait for the sun to rise on another one of those days my love 💕

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ha44ilton I'm melting fr fr stop it!!!!

‘only now i see the light’ - lewis hamilton x reader

summary: um. here’s 3k of the first three months of parenthood with lewis. i really don’t know what happened. wanna give him a little football team. 

pleaseeee send ur thoughts on dad!lewis i wanna hear it all besties

warnings: !! 18+ pls. !!!

Her name is Daisy. She has dark eyes like Lewis, and the most perfect little pink mouth. There’s not much sound, now, after all the commotion of birth, just rhythmic beeping of machines, the huffing sounds of her breathing. The room smells of chemicals, but the baby is here safe, and you’re already beginning to forget the pain, just like your Mum promised. You must doze in and out, your body propped up against Lewis in the too-small hospital bed, head tucked into his shoulder. He holds her for a long time, so careful, in both arms, the cream, lion patterned cloth wrap picked out especially for this moment. Heavy eyes opening and closing, rewarded each time by the picture in front of you, the little human you made, held so preciously.

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Is this it?-lewis hamilton

lewis hamilton x fem!reader. summary: dating a 7time world champion wasn’t easy especially when you have a crawling baby, and lewis? well he was busy portraying an f1 driver lifestyle and partying. but what happens when the press and rumours get a bit too much.(I suck at summarys😫).

big thank you to anonymous to helped me pick a baby name, you was a big help and your a genius⭐️

WARNINGS: angst,a few time skips, lewis being a little bit of a arsehole, cheating bad writing, povs are everywhere like it’s kinda confusing I’m sorry

I really want to do a part two, so let me know people x

(y/n pov)

“this one’s my favourite” I softly speak as I run my fingers over the ink behind his ear as he lays on my chest.

I’m sat up against the head board in lewis white crisp button up shirt, “hm this one’s my favourite” he mumbles into me as his hand goes straight to the tattoo under my boob that says “𝓁𝑒𝓌𝒾𝓈₄₄” “your my favourite, handsome” I kiss the side of his head.

you had been childhood sweethearts you being slightly younger than him since being in his younger brothers Nicolas year at school, it was that much of an age gap but the media loved t rub it in.

i was broken out of thought when lewis phone goes off, “who’s that” I question “nobody” he grumbled as he puts his phone down,but something was telling me differently.

I reached out of the bed to put my underwear back on from the night before, as I got up out of bed and grabbed my phone. “y/n where are you going” lewis shouted as I was already out of the bedroom making my way to silvas Room, silva the light of you life, your little girl she’s just reached 8 months.

“come on sweetie, let’s get some jobs done aye” you lift her up out of her cot.

I had a washing basket in my hand with silvia sitting in it with the clean washing. She was in nothing but her diaper, smiling up at me as I threw warm clothes fresh out of the dryer in the basket with her.

She laughs as I toss a shirt on her head playfully, blanketing her face. She laughs harder and reaches her little hands up to push the black shirt off her face so it just sits on top of her head. She peeks up at me with that big smile and dense dimples.

I pick her up as blow raspberries on her cheek as she giggles, lewis had gone out an ‘important meeting’ apparently he had been on a lot of those lately.

a knock on the door fills your ears as you carry yourself and your little one to the door, a concerned max comes into your eyesight as you open the door surprised, “maxie hey, what you doing here” you smile at him and you welcome him in with a hug as Silvia giggles.

“y/n, are you okay?- oh hello you” his thick Dutch accent entering the room as he pokes her nose.

“yeah of course I am why?” you question him as you lead him into the living room (a little inspo x)

“you haven’t heard have you, oh god” he panics as he searches for his phone in his back pocket, he reaches out for silvia as he passes you his phone.

you couldn’t believe your eyes, but your lew he wouldn’t do this to you just thought you was just going through a rough patch, tears start to well your eyes as max comes and comforts you.

According to People magazine, Lewis and Shakira are getting to know each other better."They're having fun and masturbating," an exclusive source said.Representatives for both did not respond to the magazine.

Shakira was spotted in Miami Wednesday on a boat with the racer, not long after the two were seen running in to each other at a restaurant in the area. see photos..

you couldn’t believe what you was reading, was you so blind to it all?

you feel your throat closing up on you, “y/n breath, breath with me y/n/n” you hear max whisper in your ear, while holding your hand.

“what am I going to do” you hiccup as you look around your living room seeing the happy photos of yourself and you little family.

“hey let’s put the little one down yeah” max rough voice broke you through your thoughts, you both stood up and went to put silva down for the nap.

Max was like you brother, ever since you both had met you was inseparable,he was always around the corner to pick up the pieces for you, you and lewis had many fights over max, but you two was just like brother and sister.

an hour had passed by the time you had fully calmed down, the hard sobs turned into little sniffing onto George’s shoulders, and in that time the doggy carer had stoped by to drop off roscoe.

“I can’t stay here max, I feel suffocated in here” you soft voice broke out as you lifted you head up out of roscoes body, “you and Silvia can stay at mine, but you can’t hide away from him y/n, you have his daughter, you also have Spanish gp you can fly with me if you wanted to”

“yeah that would be great, thank you m”

you was almost ready to walk out of the door when lewis walked in, your bags by the door silva with max bopping up and down while he tried to get her to sleep.

“y/n?” Lewis voice rung out to you followed by a “max?” When he saw you both, “I’ll go wait in the car” max says while passing the little one to lewis when he reaches out for her, and putting your bags in the boot of his car.

“wait in the car?” Lewis ran over by what he said “I need to go lew” “is this about the photos?” he followed after you when you put you last things together.

"-it was not intentional, y/n, we were both drunk-" his voice broke, you freeze in your place, “so it was true”

"Was I not good enough, lewis ?" He stays quiet, eyes finding the carpet beneath his feet “was you daughter not good enough?” The anger you feeling boils in you.

"Don't you ever say that again" it's his turn to become angry. How dare she think that!? He loved you, and he still does, even though he cheated on you.

"But it's true, lew" you now has tears in you eyes and all lewis wants to do is pull you into his chest and tell her that it's not, that he loves her so much, but he doesn't do that, he just sits there and watches her full apart, all because of one? drunken mistake

“Your missing out on you daughters life lewis all because of this party lifestyle”

You sigh and wipes under your eyes "-let's take a break, yeah? So you can figure out what you want. I'm not letting go of all the effort I've put in the last years"

“I’m going to stay with max for a while, I’ll see you at the gp, I’ll bring silva and maybe you can spend time with her there”

lewis wipes his own tears and nods, he doesn’t need to think about what he wants, he knows what he want, his daughter and you.

you both say goodbyes with one last hug at both on your guys doorstep, tears leaving both of your eyes when you whispers goodbye in the corner of his neck.

“bye silv, I’ll see you soon yeah, daddy loves you” he says when you pull apart from him and presses a kiss on to her puffy cheek.

“I love you” lewis confesses after doing the same and pressing a kiss to your cheek, “I love you”.

lewishamilton ✓

lewishamilton: always you 2 ❤️

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"Car's Outside" - part 2

Pairing: Lewis Hamilton x Driver!Reader

Summary: Caught in a whirlwind of unexpected moments and emotions, you find yourself drawn closer to Lewis as he attempts to make amends and sparks a flicker of hope within you, leaving you conflicted yet unable to resist the forces between you.

Word Count: 2468

Trigger Warning/Content Advisory: Contains mature content and explores complex themes. Please be aware that it may also include scenes of high-speed racing, accidents, intense emotions, emotional conflicts, personal growth, and intimate moments. Reader discretion is advised.

You find yourself in the airport, still in shock from this morning. 

It's 6 am, and Anthony's loud voice abruptly wakes everyone up. By 7:30 am, you're all having breakfast, and at 8:45 am, everyone is getting their belongings ready. Finally, at 9am, you leave the house, and now it's 11am at the airport. Your flight is scheduled to depart at 2 pm.

Feeling utterly exhausted from the chaotic morning, you slump down in an airport chair, eagerly awaiting your private plane. The kids spot you in your weakened state and immediately pounce on you.

"Oof," you manage to utter as all the air seems to leave your body. 

"Hey, you guys," you whisper, mustering a smile. 

"Hi, (Y/N)," they greet you cheerfully. 

To your disbelief, Lewis suddenly takes a seat beside you.

"What did I tell you?" Lewis warns the kids, his voice carrying a hint of authority.

"Not to ask unnecessary questions," they giggle, clearly amused.

"It's fine," you assure them, attempting to lighten the mood. 

"I answer those kinds of questions all the time in the media," you say, trying to make a joke. Unfortunately, it flies right over their heads.

"So... Do you have a boyfriend?" They continue with their innocent curiosity.

"If I did, I wouldn't be here," you tease, playing along.

"But you're pretty," they innocently comment, not fully grasping the context.

"Well, maybe I'm just too busy being pretty," you joke, trying to divert the conversation.

"Sir uncle also doesn't have a girlfriend," they inform you, unknowingly leading the conversation in an unexpected direction.

"Well, yeah, he's busy being….. pretty…. too, I guess," you blurt out without thinking, immediately regretting your words. 

What did I say about avoiding awkward or weird moments? Ugh.

The children giggle at your response, not thinking much of it. However, you can also hear Lewis laughing, which brings a smile to your face, even though you cringe at the situation.

After settling into the plane, you were initially searching for a single seat, hoping for some privacy. However, the children insisted on sitting with you, along with their Sir uncle. The plane took off, and the atmosphere was calm and peaceful.

Slowly, exhaustion took over, and you drifted off into a deep slumber. 

Time went by, and you were suddenly awakened by muffled giggles. Blinking your eyes open, you found yourself in a rather surprising situation. Your head was comfortably resting on Lewis's shoulder, while his head rested gently on top of yours. Unintentionally, you had even found yourself holding onto his arm, drawing closer in an unexpected snuggle. Thankfully, a blanket concealed your actions, sparing you from any potential embarrassment or awkwardness in front of the children.

Panic quickly washed over you as you tried to figure out how to free yourself from this situation. Your leg began to jiggle nervously, but to your surprise, Lewis's hand reached out and gently stopped your motion. 

Was he awake? Why didn't he move away?

Absorbed in your thoughts, your mind racing and overanalyzing the situation, Lewis finally lifted his head, creating a brief break in your shocking closeness. You shifted to readjust your position, and a subtle shiver ran down your spine, sending tingles throughout your body. Yet, just as you began to distance yourself, a gentle, reassuring touch caught you by surprise. His hand reached out, placed on top of yours, and a rush of dizziness consumed you. 

Heart-pounding within your chest, echoing in your ears, as a surge of emotions swept over you.

Yet, you couldn't ignore the giggling kids before you. Their amusement is when your head rests on Lewis's shoulder earlier and the undeniable blush spreads across your cheeks. 

Why is he holding my hand? you wondered, feeling a mix of surprise and confusion. Gently, you stole a glance at him, hoping for a clue, but his eyes remained closed.

The kids were called over by their mother, the ruckus settled, and they bid you a small goodbye. 

The cabin crew announced the dimming of lights, further adding to the intensity of the moment. 

Just great, you thought sarcastically.

You shifted your attention back to Lewis, who appeared to be peacefully "asleep." 

Tentatively, you whispered his name, hoping for a response. "Lewis," you called, this time a little louder. 

In response, his grip tightened atop your hand, sending a shiver down your spine once again. You fell silent, your mind overflowing with countless questions.

Suddenly, he began to rub his thumb gently over your hand, creating a comforting and intimate feeling. Being in the position you are in, it is impossible to drift back into sleep. Hours seemed to pass, and slowly, his hold on your hand loosened, he was finally asleep.

✧*̥˚ Timeskip *̥˚✧

When you stepped off the plane, you were greeted by the breathtaking beauty of Bali. The air was warm and carried a gentle breeze, tinged with the scent of tropical flowers and the ocean. Lush green landscapes stretched as far as the eye could see, adorned with swaying palm trees and vibrant tropical vegetation. The crystal-clear turquoise waters of the Indian Ocean beckoned, promising a refreshing escape from the heat.

Your cars have arrived, feeling a bit dazed by the sudden turn of events. Everyone began getting into the cars, and you found yourself lost in your thoughts, unaware of the commotion around you. Lewis noticed your distraction and reached out, grabbing your arm to urge you to get in the car. To your instincts, you didn't move, caught in a brief moment of haze as you locked eyes with him.

"Oh, umm... I'll take the other car," you explained, trying to rationalize the situation.

Lewis's voice took on a hint of sternness as he insisted, "It's already full. Just take this one with me."

You tried to reason further, "But it's just the two of us."

He continued to give you that intense stare, his determination unwavering. Realizing there was no use arguing, you finally climbed into the car.

A few minutes passed, and you heard a loud sigh coming from Lewis, sitting beside you. Curiosity sparked within you as you searched for an explanation for his audibly frustrated sound.

"I understand that you might have liked to take a break instead of being here with us, but... I want you to make the most of it. I've arranged some activities for you that could help... alright?" he proposed.

You responded with a nonchalant "Sure," not expecting much from his offer.

"I want to make it up to you," he added, his eyes filled with sincerity and a hint of sadness.

"Oh..." It suddenly occurred to you that this was only an apology for the accident that happened between you two, an attempt to lessen his guilt…

He was the one who caused the crash that day. He made contact from behind and caused you to crash into the barriers. You weren't angry at him for the accident itself, but for what he didn't do. There was no word of concern or apology from him. You heard a replay of his radio message, blaming you for not watching where you were going and blocking his path. While you didn't want to take it personally, you always had feelings for him. It was difficult to simply brush it off. 

Before that day, you had admired him from a distance, drawn to his unwavering passion for racing, which motivated you to become a better racer yourself. You had looked up to him. However, since then, your perspective has shifted. He appeared to be a different person, and you couldn't help but wonder if his previous display of passion had all been a show.

You reached the charming houses designated for each family member, including your small hut. The atmosphere around you was heavy with a somber mood, and Anthony noticed your downcast demeanor as you stepped out of the car. He shot a displeased look at Lewis, who responded with an innocent "I didn't do anything" expression.

Feeling overwhelmed, you entered your hut and collapsed onto the bed. The weight of emotions brought tears to your eyes. 

"Ughhh," you exclaimed aloud, frustrated with the situation. Seeking relief, you headed to the bathroom and splashed cold water on your face. While gazing at your reflection, you whispered, "Get over it," reminding yourself to move past these feelings and recover composure.

Craving some fresh air, you stepped outside and took a leisurely walk around the area. It was still afternoon, and as you strolled along the concrete pathway, you found yourself surrounded by lush greenery, with a vibrant jungle surrounding the view. 

A sudden beep caught your attention. Turning around, you spotted a golf cart approaching, driven by a friendly staff member. "Welcome to Bali, Ms. [Y/L/N]," he greeted you with a cheerful smile, bringing the cart to a complete stop. "Would you like me to drive you to the beach?" he offered kindly.

"Absolutely! That would be wonderful," you replied, excitement filling your voice. You eagerly hopped on the golf cart, ready to be taken to the beach and absorb the beauty of Bali.

You expressed your gratitude to the driver and stepped off the cart, making your way toward the sandy beach. When you reached the shore, you could feel the refreshing touch of the cool water on your feet and the invigorating scent of the salty air. With each exhale, you released all the troubles and worries that had been weighing on your mind. 

However, despite your attempts to let go, the thoughts lingered.

He feels bad for you. You are a burden around him. He is being nice out of pity. You did something wrong by making him feel this way. Why would they like you? No matter what you do, You can't change how he sees you.

"Just forget about it," you whispered to yourself, trying to convince yourself to move on.

"Who am I kidding? He's Lewis Hamilton. Why would he care about a rookie's feelings?" You berated yourself, believing that it was your fault, to begin with.

Unexpectedly, a tear escaped your eye, catching you by surprise. Hastily, you wiped it away, hoping no one had witnessed your vulnerability. You cleared your throat, casting a glance around to ensure that no one was present to witness it. Finding solitude, you are determined to put on a brave face and push forward, determined to enjoy the beautiful surroundings of the beach.

Night had descended, and you found yourself completely absorbed by the beauty of the starry sky. Lying in the sand, you couldn't tear your gaze away from the twinkling stars above. Lost in the tranquility of the moment, you had lost track of time.

Eventually, you requested a ride back to your hut from one of the staff members, and they kindly obliged. As you entered your room, however, you were taken aback to find Lewis sitting on your bed, arranging what appeared to be dinner for two.

"Um, this is my room," you informed him, unsure of what to make of the situation.

"I know," Lewis replied calmly, not seeming bothered by the misunderstanding. "You weren't answering the door, so I assumed you were asleep. They already ate, and I thought maybe you wanted some company." He gestured for you to take a seat on the nearby chair while he occupied the opposite side of the bed.

You stared at him, unsure of how to react to his unexpected presence in your room.

You took a seat, your face contorted with confusion, while Lewis began eating as if this was a completely normal situation, disregarding the fact that he had hurt your feelings just hours earlier. It baffled you. 

Why would he act this way?

The tension in the room became unbearable, and finally, you couldn't hold back any longer.

"Lewis," you said, your frustration evident in your voice. "What are you doing?"

"I told you I want to make it up to you," he responded casually as if it were the simplest thing in the world.

"After months of not caring about anything I do, you suddenly want to talk?!" your voice rose, the pent-up emotions pouring out.

"I didn't want to ignore you," Lewis replied, emphasizing the word 'want' as if he was trying to get to something.

"Well, you weren't good at showing it," you retorted.

"I know, okay? I know what I did. I just thought it was better if I did," Lewis explained, his words sounding perplexing.

"What? How does that make any sense?" you questioned, feeling your anger escalate as he seemed to make the situation even more confusing.

"I care about you, I do. That's why I ignored you," he attempted to clarify as if it somehow made sense.

At that moment, you couldn't take it anymore. Deciding to leave, you reached for the door and began to open it. However, before you could fully open it, Lewis abruptly slammed it shut, startling you. You turned to face him, finding his face just inches away from yours. Fear coursed through you as you wondered what might happen next. 

He placed both hands next to your head, creating a cage that prevented any further attempts to escape. His captivating brown eyes stared into yours, and it was the closest you had ever been to him.

"Please, just trust me with this. I... I don't know how to fix this...," he pleaded, his voice filled with sincerity. "I never wanted it to come to this."

His face drew even closer, his cheek gently brushing against yours before resting on your shoulder. His hands slowly slid down from the door and came to rest near your waist, still holding onto the door.

"Can I hold you for a bit, please?" he asked, his voice laced with vulnerability. You nodded in response.

His hands moved from the door to your waist, their warm touch like a gentle caress, wrapping his arms around you in a comforting embrace. The heat emanating from his body enveloped you. The strength and tenderness in his hold created a sense of safety, where the world outside ceased to exist. His touch enveloped you, and a symphony of sensations unfolded. The faint scent of his cologne danced in the air. The sound of his steady heartbeat echoed in your ears, a rhythmic melody that matched your own racing heart. 

At that moment, his touch soothed your tired spirit, urging your tense body to let go and embrace the surge of feelings inside you – a powerful blend of desire, doubt, and the undeniable force of love.

What are you doing to me, Lewis? you couldn't help but think, your mind filled with a blend of confusion, vulnerability, and a flicker of hope.

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Sometimes I fall off but I always come back...

Rating: Mature.

Words: 2.7k

If you had been counting the seconds you were certain would be into the thousands before you noticed the text that was so subtly placed at the bottom of his latest gym selfie. 

‘Sometimes I fall off but I always come back.’

Yes you do, Lewis, yes you fucking do. Somehow you ALWAYS come back. 

Usually you were so careful to not be caught viewing his Insta stories, it was so important to you that you made it seem like you cared nothing at all for him anymore, even if that wasn’t entirely true. Most of the time it was fine but this instance you were carelessly tapping across stories when his freshly posted story popped up on your screen. 

It was too late the second it appeared on your screen, he would know you saw it, he would know that you knew he was in the city, he would also know, somehow, that every fibre of your being would be tempted by that revelation, and it was. 

It was 30 degrees outside, you were sitting around a table at your favourite rooftop bar in the cutest two piece with your friends but you were pretty sure in that moment that the short breaths, the beads of sweat and the tingle you felt in between your closed thighs were all down to him, in fact you knew they were. There wasn’t a temperature on earth, nor was there an amount of alcohol that you could consume that would make you feel just as he had always made you feel, even when you hadn’t seen him for some time. 

He was in the city, Lewis was in your city, in fact he was only a 15 minute car ride from where you were right now, you knew that because you had done the trip many times before - many many times before. 

Lewis was in his gym, most of it still familiar from the last time you were there, you could even see the bench he sat on as you rode him in front of the mirror just so he could watch the way your ass rolled on him. You thought often of that moment, of the way he was fawning over every little dimple in your skin, tracing the lines of your stretch marks as he growled so deeply, unashamed of the sounds he made as you brought him to the depths of pleasure whilst he showered a body you had often been so cruel to, with love. 

“I have to…I have to go, sorry.” 

You sank the rest of your cocktail in quick succession, avoiding eye contact with your annoyed but not surprised friends, this had happened so many times before, they need not even ask where you were going, they already knew. 

“He will only hurt you again…” 

The logical tone of your best friend was the last thing you heard before you were out of there, having already called an Uber to meet you outside before you had left the table, you were on your way to his before you could even finish tracing the bead of sweat that fell down his abs in the picture, the bead of sweat you salivated at the thought of licking off of him in a matter of minutes time. 

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It was bold of you to presume that he wouldn’t have changed the code to his gate, it had been a long time since you were last there, yet he hadn’t, it was still exactly the same, almost as if he was daring you to come back to him, leaving the door metaphorically and physically open for you to do just that. 

One knock turned into three, using the reflection of his door knocker you checked yourself out one last time before the door was unlocked remotely, granting you permission into his world once more and you knew just how to find him. 

His house was quiet, you could be mistaken for thinking he wasn’t even home but you knew he was waiting for you, and you knew exactly where too. 

Pushing open the door of the gym, it took your eyes no longer than a millisecond to lock onto the man who was doing bicep curls in the mirror. He didn’t turn to greet you at first, locking eyes with you through the reflection, he waited for you to speak first. 

“Hi Lewis…” 

There was a nervous energy to your tone, he could sense it too, putting down the weights he finally turned to you. 

“Hello, you.” 

-

Sat on the very bench he last fucked you on, clad only in the thinest black shorts, Lewis stared at you as if he was daring you to make the first move with him. 

“Are you going to just stand there or are you going to tell me why you are here?” 

The smirk on his face was so self assured it irritated you, yet he had every right to be so confident, both of you knew what had brought you there, and both of you knew exactly why, he just needed to hear you say it. 

“I…I was at the bar and…Well, I missed you.” 

His smirk dissipated slightly, his eyebrow raised, a look that told you he knew you weren’t being entirely honest. 

“You missed me or you missed…it?” 

You felt your mouth salivate with excitement as he freed his dick from the restraint of his shorts, allowing it to spring to attention, attention that had captivated you from the moment you saw his hand reach into his shorts. 

“Both...shit, both…” 

It was impossible to hide the excitement on your face, not once had you stopped looking at the hardness that tempted you, not that he seemed to care. He let you linger there in that moment for a while, just to watch the torture on your face.

“Come here.” 

The command in his voice only served to turn you on more, of course you obliged. Walking over to him you finally met his eyes once more, his intense soul piercing gaze burned dark with lust, a look you were oh so familiar with. 

Lewis drew you down to his level, brushing his nose over yours, allowing his breath to tickle your cheek as he teased your lips with his own, never quite granting you a kiss but threatening it nonetheless. 

Cupping your chin in between his thumb and his forefinger he caught your gaze once more, placing the softest of kisses on your lips finally, so soft you could be convinced it never happened, before he parted his lips once more. 

“Show me how much you missed it.” 

You fell to your knees so quickly the skin of your knees stung, not caring for your own comfort you were hungry for the dick that was now just inches from your lips, wrapping a hand around the base you kissed the tip as Lewis held the back of your head. 

“No hands yet baby, let me feel all of that pretty little throat first.” 

Your skirt rose up around your waist as you took him further into your mouth, slowly you took every single inch of him, nuzzling the tip of your nose into his still neatly trimmed tufts of curly hair at his base. Lewis held you there, a groan escaping his lips every time he felt you fight your gag reflex around him, he got off on the sounds of you struggling to hold him there, not because he wanted to torture you, he just loved how much you wanted to please him. 

“Mmm, good girl…such a very good girl.” 

-

Lewis smiled as he watched you catch your breath, your mouth dripping with saliva that he was happy to help wipe away for you with his thumb. 

“Need more?” 

He knew just how hungry you always were for more of him, a hunger that never seemed to be satisfied no matter how many times you had him, and you had him many times. 

You wasted no time in answering him with the best way you knew how, taking him back into your mouth, this time you were allowed to work him with your hands too, making him fall back a little with pleasure and he moaned out curse word after curse word, fighting the urge to close his eyes with the want to watch what he had often told you, was his favourite girl suck his dick. 

Breathing was secondary, an inconvenience in that moment, when you wanted to do nothing but satisfy the man above you. Time after time you let him hit the back of your throat, moment after moment you fought back against your need to breathe, if you could have negated need for anything else and to just stay in that moment, Lewis’ dick buried in your throat as every little groan left his lips to praise you, the strokes of your hair, of your face, the jolts of his body, told you of all the ways you made him feel good, you would have. 

-

It was quite the contradiction how gentle he was with you as he urged you off of him, guiding your lips back to his so he could kiss you deeper this time, before he pulled away a little. 

“Stand up.” 

You wondered for a moment, if he even knew how hot he sounded as he commanded you, you wondered if he played to it on purpose or if it just came naturally, either way nothing was sexier to you in that moment. 

The very moment you did just as you were told, Lewis let his hands find the outside of your thighs, being so careful to not break eye contact he let his fingers trace up your skin until he found just what he was looking for, your panties. 

So expertly he pulled them off of you, allowing them to gather at your feet, he guided you out of them without you even noticing, still looking into your eyes his tongue fell to your clit with little effort, a smile drew across his lips as he felt you tremble with pleasure. His tongue drew careful circles on your clit, holding you up as he felt you grow weaker and weaker under his control, waves of intense pleasure rippled through your body before it came to an abrupt halt as Lewis turned you around. 

“Sit down baby, it’s time I showed you how much I missed you.” 

He led you down onto him so gently, yet he didn’t give you a moment to adjust to him, letting the entirety of his thickness stretch you immediately, revelling in the gasp you let out as he filled you whole. 

His lips danced violent kisses along your neck, nibbling on the skin as he enjoyed the hug of your walls for a moment, one hand cupping your breast, the other placed at the top of your thigh, his fingers dancing over your nub, teasing the throbbing more and more until he decided it was time to remind you of exactly what you were missing out on. 

Placing one of your feet on his knees, he commanded the other to do the same, laying you back into the support of his body.

“Look in the mirror…” 

You did as you were told, shocked by how explicit the sight was at first, it looked like a scene from something that belonged on the Hub yet knowing that it was his dick that was inside of you, his thighs that held all of your weight, his lips that seemed to never quite be able to pull away from the skin of your neck for very long, made you find a confidence you didn't know you had. 

He stole your breath from you the very moment he began to fuck up into you with little care, deep hard thrusts that meant there was not a moment for you to catch it again, especially not with his hand wrapped around your throat so he could growl into your ear as his other hand tapped on your clit just enough to make you feel its presence, careful he was to not push you over the edge so quickly, so selfish he was for control. 

“This pussy…baby, fuck…this pussy, who owns it?” 

His breath hitched in his throat, each word was a struggle as he fucked you, a mixture of pleasure and exhaustion washed over him, yet he had to ask you, he always had to ask you. 

“Yours…it is always yours, Lewis.” 

He never doubted it, it wasn’t confirmation he needed nor was it reassurance, Lewis knew it belonged to him, he had always known, but every part of him loved to hear you moan exactly that. 

“You watching how I’m fucking you?” 

Lewis growled the words into your ear as he nibbled on it. You nodded a response, that was about all you could manage as your mouth was too busy moaning. 

“You see how your pussy was made to take me, baby?” 

Again you nodded, you saw it, of course you saw it, you believed no one looked as good together as the both of you did, the mirror only confirmed it. 

“Now watch how I make this pussy purr for me.” 

The strokes were somehow deeper now, his tapping on your clit became circling so rapidly that you felt yourself quickly lose control. How was it possible that a man who hadn’t had you in so long, still knew exactly how to work your body? 

“Mmm don’t hold back, baby…I can feel how close you are.” 

You could tell from the husk of his voice that he was right there with you too, waiting patiently for you to reach your peak before he would ever entertain his own. 

“Lewis…please…” 

You were begging him for a release he was working hard to give you, yet you needed to beg him, you needed him to know that only he could give you exactly what your body, and your mind,  needed at that moment. 

“I know, baby, I know…give it to me, I’ve got you…I promise, I’ve got you…let go…” 

As the last syllables of his words left his lips you felt the explosion happen, a knot had built so tightly inside of you that the moment it released you lost all control, rendering all of your senses paralysed you could feel nothing but the man that was beginning to crumble under you too. 

His soothing words had turned quickly into moans, hisses in your ear as he felt you squeeze him until you drew out his explosion too. Lewis thrust into you quickly, sloppily, until every last drop of his cum was laced over your walls, his cock throbbing as his high lessened, your pussy doing just the same. 

-

He didn’t rush to lift you off of him, nor did he try to take himself out of you, instead he allowed you to rotate your hips every so slightly, an exhausted movement yet a movement you always did, Lewis knew how much you loved to keep him inside of you, how even in your most sensitive state, feeling him against your walls felt too good to lose. 

It felt like hours passed when really it was only minutes, still sat in the same position, his dick never quite softening inside of you, you kissed passionately, both of you sweaty, both of you overwhelmed, yet nothing you had done until that moment had really shown how much you missed each other. 

You began to stir first, as Lewis felt you attempt to stand up he held you down with his fingertips against your upper thighs just to kiss you some more. 

“You have somewhere to be?” 

Both of you knew that no matter how you answered this question, it would be the same response from him. You shook your head. 

“Good, because I’m not quite done with you yet. Let me get you all cleaned up.” 

He lifted you up with ease, finally slipping out of you with a dick that still was semi hard. You couldn’t help it, you wanted to touch it and so you wrapped your hand around his dick once more. 

“Already? Damn baby, you really did miss it…” 

“I missed you too, Lewis.” 

You stroked his ego to the same rhythm you stroked his dick. 

“But maybe I missed this just a little more.” 

You giggled as you felt the sting of his hand slapped against your ass cheek as he commanded you to the next room he was going to make you fall apart in.

Forbidden Fruit...

Rating: M ~ 2% plot 98% smut

Words: 3,028

Character: Lewis Hamilton x F!Reader

Description: He's your older brother's best friend but will that stop either of you from playing the most dangerous game of all?

So tempted you were by the thought of him knowing you were close by, you almost slipped up and posted on your story for every one of your followers to see, a mistake that would have made your next move impossible. You thanked the Meta Gods for introducing the ‘Close Friends’ option, allowing you to let him see everything you wanted him to see, whilst keeping everyone else in the dark.

This was a dangerous game, you knew it, yet as you found yourself alone in Malibu, knowing he was home too was a call from fate you just could not ignore. You had waited to have him for so long now, you had lusted after him for so many years, you were not about to waste such a perfect opportunity to finally get him alone.

It took longer than you would have hoped for him to view your story, you had almost given up by hour two but as darkness began to fall on the ocean view you laid in front of, your phone screen lit up with the notification you had been waiting for.

[lewishamilton] What a beautiful view.

You wanted to play it cool, you wanted to make him wait a little longer for a response, but you did not have the patience nor the time for that.

[yourusername] Which one?

You were opening yourself up to rejection, you knew that, but you also remembered the way he looked at you as he passed you in the hallway of your brother's party a few months back, the way his eyes couldn’t help but dance over every curve as he licked his lips. Sure, he could reject you, but he could also give in to what he desired.  

[lewishamilton] You know which one. How long are you here for?

A question that could seem friendly on the surface, an innocent attempt at conversation with the younger sister of his best friend, or it could be read as a man so hungry for a temptation he had known for so long that he was already making plans. 

[yourusername] I fly home tomorrow, I was hoping to not spend my last night here alone.

The silence that fell on the conversation the moment you admitted your intention made you a little anxious, you had known Lewis for years now and he had only made you feel comfortable yet in this moment you felt vulnerable, a little silly even. Had you just imagined the chemistry between you both?

You knew you were in too deep already, you had to let this play out regardless of the repercussions, it was the only way you would ever know if he felt it too, and besides, if you were right, he would be at your door soon enough.

[lewishamilton] That would be a shame. 

You knew Lewis would be careful not to be caught saying anything his friend wouldn't appreciate in your DMs, you knew you would have to lead the moment if you wanted to really get what you wanted.

[yourusername] Just so you know, you’re the only one who can see my story. 

Your reply might have confused him at first, only as he viewed your latest post on your story would it make sense. Your intentions with him had never been clearer, clad in a dress you had bought just that day with the intention of tempting him, you let him see all of the woman who was inviting him to join her for the night. 

He replied nothing else and that gave you a little glimmer of hope, afterall he couldn’t reply to you whilst driving. That hope held on for as long as possible, you did nothing with your evening as you waited for his arrival, not wanting to occupy your time with anything but him, you laid out on your bed, staring out into the ocean, until your eyes closed. 

-

The knocking on the door was so gentle it took a few moments to wake you, it was late, you could tell by the darkness that had become your view. Nothing but the outline of water decorated with the reflection of a few stars, the moon so full it allowed a little light to decorate your room. 

Lewis stood on the other side of your door, dressed in grey sweatpants and a white T Shirt, his eyes devouring your body before he even said hello. Making no attempt to hide the fact he enjoyed the view, he traced the outline of the lace that hid your breasts, before finally drawing his gaze up to meet yours. 

“I didn’t think you would come…” 

You broke the silence just before it became uncomfortable, leading him into the house. You let him watch your hips move in an exaggerated fashion as he followed you into the dark but for a moon lit living room. 

Still he said nothing, you could see the way a thousand thoughts raced through his mind as he looked at you. Did he want you to make the first move? Did he hope you would make it impossible for him to refuse you? Did he need you to make it so should your brother ever find out, he wouldn’t be to blame?

“You can sit down if-” 

Lewis stopped your words with a hand wrapped around your wrist, pulling you towards him so close you could almost hear the way his heart raced with desire. Looking up into his beautiful brown eyes, you all at once felt vulnerable, you could see the fight on his face, so torn he was between giving into his want for you whilst battling the sane part of his mind that told him this was a bad idea. 

Allowing the hand that was not wrapped around your wrist to stroke your cheek, Lewis brushed his thumb across your lips before cupping your chin. 

“You are so dangerous…” It was then that he kissed you, allowing his desire to win, he brought his lips to yours with very little force, not moving them, not initiating more, he kissed you like he was scared of you. “...So fucking dangerous.” 

As he escaped from the kiss to tell you of your menacing ways, you smirked at him, a smirk that told him you knew just how much risk he was taking in that moment and how much you knew he was enjoying it. 

“We can stop-” 

Before the suggestion of anything else left your lips, Lewis pulled you back into a kiss. This time it was with enough force to take your breath away, that he kissed you. With one hand placed firmly on your cheek, he allowed the other to glide down your neck, brushing his fingers over your shoulder, he drew the strap of your dress down your arm before his fingers found your exposed nipple. 

You let out a gasp as he tugged at it, rolling the teat between his thumb and finger before his lips found their way, sucking harshly on your nipple you felt him exhale such a worked up breath, you knew he could only be straining in his pants. 

Taking the lead once more, you pulled down your other strap, allowing your dress to pool at the curve of your hips, inviting him to free you if he wished, and of course he wished. 

Kisses warmed your bare skin as he worked his way down your body until he reached where the silk lay, looking up at you he awaited a sign from you that he could reveal the entirety of your body. You gave it to him in the form of a smile as you stroked your fingers through his braids. 

So concentrated he was on devouring your skin, Lewis did not even dare to look at your body until he lips met it first. The moment your dress fell to your feet you felt his lips place soft kisses over your mound, his hands worked your feet free from the dress, throwing it to the side, he held your foot in the air as he began to trace his kisses up your leg now, closer and closer to the heat that yearned for him. 

You weren't sure what to expect from him, he had always struck you as confident, someone who knew what they wanted and exactly how to get it, yet the ferocity in which his tongue found your clit with ease shocked you. 

He held you steady as he devoured your pussy, a leg placed over his shoulder, he ate you out like you were a meal he had craved forever and in a way you were. Lewis had you whimpering, begging moans of mercy as he worked you in ways you never thought possible, yet the whole time he was gentle with you, protective of you, despite the fact he had you near your peak in a matter of minutes, you could feel him holding back with you. 

It took every bit of your strength to form words that were not complete gibberish, so hard he had made it for you to function as anything but a puddle of pleasure, you fought to have your needs spoken into the air, and the breathy stuttered form in which they took would just have to do. 

“Need you…shit, I need you.” 

Lewis didn’t quite stop lapping at your clit at your words, nor did he stop sucking your folds free of pleasure, but he did slow down just enough to be able to respond. 

“I don’t think you could handle me…” 

Was he challenging you? Did he think you were so inexperienced you wouldn’t know how to take him? Annoyed, you pulled yourself away from his grip, just enough that he could no longer control you with his tongue. 

“I can handle anything…look at me…” 

“I haven’t stopped...” 

Lewis’ response was said half in jest but you both knew that his eyes hadn’t been off of you from the moment he arrived that evening. He stood from the position he knelt in, the contrast of you being completely naked whilst he was fully dressed should have scared you but it didn’t, it was perfect, you needed him to know that you were grown enough to take him. 

“I’m a grown woman, Lewis. There is nothing…nothing…you could give me that I couldn’t handle.” 

He paused for thought for a moment, the hunger in his eyes had never been more evident. 

“Mmm, yes you are.” 

With that, he lifted you up so your legs wrapped around his waist, carrying you with ease into the bedroom just so he could throw you on the bed. He didn’t have his way with you immediately, instead he stood at the end of the bed just watching you as you brushed your legs together, careful to not give him a view of all of you. 

“Since you’re so sure you could handle me, why don’t you take control?” 

Lewis was daring you now, teasing you into submission but you wouldn’t let him win, not yet anyway. Spreading your legs so he could see you in all your glistening glory, you stared into his eyes for a moment, tempting him to hold your gaze and not look at the pussy he had just spent the past 20 minutes eating. He did well, he only really broke when you began to play with yourself, the groan that escaped his lips told you that he loved watching you prepare for him. 

“Are you just going to stand there and watch me get off all night or are you going to come here and fuck me?” 

He needed no more telling, within seconds he had stripped free from his clothes and found his way to kneeling between your legs. You watched him in excitement, you marvelled at how impossibly thick he was, bigger than you ever could have imagined. 

“I want you to watch me fuck you, I want you to watch how much I am going to stretch your pussy out.” 

Resting his tip at your entrance for barely a second, Lewis felt no remorse as he bottomed out inside of you, forcing your head back into the pillow as your eyes rolled back. 

“Too much for you?” 

He smirked as he let you adjust to the size of him for a moment, watching you quiver with sensations you had never felt before underneath him, making him just want to test you more. 

“Fuck me…please.” 

That was all you could say, there were no words quite sufficient for everything you needed from him in that moment but that didn’t matter, he knew just what to do with you anyway. 

With a thumb on your clit to play with, he made sure to fuck into you like he knew you had never been fucked before. Over and over his strokes were so deep, so precise that they hit your spot every time whilst he made sure to bring you closer and closer to orgasm by playing with you. 

It was only when he felt the first contraction of your walls that he made you look at him, removing his thumb now he brought it up to your lips to make you taste yourself as he stroked you to the most mind blowing orgasm you had ever had. 

The pleasure waves flowed through you for what felt like an eternity, never quite allowing you to catch your breath, Lewis slowed his pace as he drew out your pleasure for as long as possible whilst he fought back against his own, deep hisses leaving his lips as he tried to hold so he could have you for as long as possible. 

“Good girl, you did so well…” 

His lips found yours once more as he held still inside of you for a moment, letting you catch your breath for a moment just so he could tell you how proud of you he was. Your lips parted as if to speak but he didn’t quite let you. 

“You want some more, baby?” 

The rapidness in which you nodded your head told him all he needed to know, it was time he really had his way with you. Guiding you onto your stomach, he made sure to kiss every inch of every cheek you held up in the air for him before giving them both a spank. 

“Fuck, you’re are so hot…” 

It was Lewis who taught you about your praise kink, unintentionally he unlocked a part of you that you never knew about until he rained down praise and admiration on you constantly during your night with him. 

Wrapping one of your ankles over another, he held your legs closed as he smacked his dick against your opening. Somehow he felt bigger, somehow he felt like he stretched you to almost breaking point as he thrust inside of you, running his fingers down your back to make you shiver before he spanked both of your cheeks once more. 

He was relentless, unforgiving, he made sure you felt him deeper than you ever had before, he made sure that you knew no man would ever be able to give you quite what he had that night as he fucked you from behind. Wrapping a hand around your throat, he leant over just enough to be able to whisper in your ear as he fucked you. 

“Such a good girl…fuck…such a very good girl.” 

Your moans screamed out into the air, ecstasy wasn’t quite descriptive enough to explain all that he made you feel as he fucked into you over and over again. Lewis was unashamed of the noises he made, grunts, groans, moans of his own fell out into the air in between curse words. 

Every stroke he let out a hiss, it was how you knew he was close now, slow yet deep thrusts, he fucked you with a want to fill you with him yet he fought every second he could to keep going, not wanting to give up this moment easily. 

“Cum for me, Lewis…cum for me.” 

You moaned out permission for him to undo without even thinking, the moan of relief as you said the words told you it was only mercy you were showing him. He picked up pace now, throwing your head down onto the bed as he gripped the back of your hair, Lewis fucked you harder than ever before, the sounds of him fucking you were so loud that they almost drowned out your chorus of moans. 

“Don’t move…ugh, don’t you fucking move.” 

He rose up on his arms as he growled his instructions at you, for a second you were worried he would finish inside of you, a part of you wanted him too, but at the very last moment he pulled out of you, lacing your ass with reams and reams of his warm cum whilst he moaned into the air, telling you all the ways you were such a very good girl for him. 

-

The aftermath was only ever going to be awkward, you hadn’t thought about how you would feel once you had him, you hadn’t considered what you would say now that you had to go back to just being his best friends little sister, so as you came out of the bathroom after freshening up to find him sat on the edge of the bed fully dressed, you felt a little twinge of uncomfortableness. 

The thing about Lewis that you had always known was he cared deeply for people, and having been so intimate with you had only made him care more. Inviting you into him with an outstretched arm, Lewis sat you on his lap so you could feel his tenderness as he spoke with you. 

“I want you to know that nothing changes just because we did that, things won’t be weird between us and I certainly won’t be telling anybody what we did.” 

“Thank you, it’s just…well, I don’t make a habit out of one night stands.” 

Lewis smiled at you before bringing his lips to yours once more. 

“No one said this would be a one night thing, baby.” 

let’s gooooooo

APRICITY.

• pairing: lewis hamilton x fem!oc;imani caluza

• genre: black winter romance [series]

• specific tropes: angst, slight slow burner, fluff, eventual smut, lgbtq+ characters and themes, infidelity (not lewis), heartbreak, happy ending.

• summary:

apricity (noun -dated) | definition: the warmth of the sun in the winter.

after having the most horrible time attending a work christmas party, imani chose to leave early, just craving the feel of her fiancé’s arms to forget about what a shitty day it had been. Her little dreams are crushed when she sees the very same fiancé in the arms of her close friend, in a way that can only be explained as a lover’s embrace.

left utterly devastated as her world is left in despair, imani ran away. In isolation, she tries lick her wounds and mend her broken heart within the valleys of the french alps. on this road of re-discovery, imani encounters more than she expected …

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note: a new dawn is upon us! I feel like after such a shit season of eff one, we all need a pick me up! I’m finally finishing work, I’ll be having more time to work on my writing and finally update old stuff and post new stuff! So happy!!! Thank you all for being so patient with me. 🫶🏾

tags: @queenshikongo3 @dhlfastestlap @hersinsarescarlet @saintslewis @hopefulromantic1 @serpenttines-library @bekindbecoolbeyou @blowmymbackout @felicity-x0 @emjayewrites @olyvoyl [LMK IF YOU WANT TO BE TAGGED]

hello! i have a request for lewis x wife reader. maybe where reader is pregnant. and lewis is all sweet, protective, and caring about her? very domestic fluff is recommended :))

as bright as the morning

★ : feat :: lewis hamilton x pregnant!wife reader ★ : genre :: fluff ★ : word count :: 650 ★ : a/n :: this took so long because i forgot to schedule the post😔 hope you like this tooth rooting fluff

You stood in the kitchen, the comforting scent of breakfast filling the air as you moved about, your movements slowed by the gentle weight of your growing belly.

It was a rare sight to see you taking charge of breakfast, as he usually insisted on handling everything when he was home, but you decided to relish in this since he was still sleeping.

Oblivious to your man standing just a few feet away, admiring you, the morning sunlight streamed through the window, casting a warm glow around you, enveloping you in a soft halo of light and making his heart swell with love.

”Hey there, beautiful,” you heard Lewis's voice, filled with affection, as he entered the room.

You turned to him, a smile lighting up your face at the sight of your husband.

”Good morning,” you replied, your voice soft with warmth, about to continue, but he crossed the room in a few quick strides, his arms enveloping you in a gentle embrace right that second.

Before you knew it, he was pressing a tender kiss to your forehead, his touch sending a shiver of warmth down your spine. ”How are you feeling today?” Lewis asked, his voice laced with concern as he pulled back to look into your eyes.

You sighed, leaning into his touch. ”A little tired, but otherwise, I'm okay,” you admitted, feeling the weight of exhaustion settling in your bones.

The words were out of your mouth before you could second-guess, and you realized your mistake as soon as Lewis’s eyes widened.

Your husband’s brows furrowed with worry, his protective instincts kicking into overdrive. ”You should be resting,” he insisted, his tone gentle yet firm.

You shook your head, a stubborn glint in your eyes. ”I'm fine, Lewis. I can handle it,” you protested, though the weariness in your voice betrayed your true feelings, and he was already leading you away to the other side of the counter. “I want to spend time with you.”

Lewis sighed, knowing that arguing with you would be futile. Instead, he stepped forward, gently taking your hand in his, before pushing you down on the stool behind the corner.

“You both should not be up and working when I'm home,” he offered, his voice soft with sincerity.

Lewis worked efficiently, picking up right where you left off, preparing breakfast as you both conversed with a sense of ease that only comes from years of shared love and companionship.

He kept a watchful eye on you, making sure you didn't overexert yourself, and that made your heart run so fast that you were sure you needed to see your doctor regarding that soon. Lewis was done in no time because you were already halfway done before he woke up.

As he served the food, you stood up to get juice, and Lewis reached out to place a hand on your belly, feeling the soft skin underneath his palm. A heartwarming smile broke out on his face.

”You know I love you both, right?” Lewis murmured, his voice filled with wonder as he looked at you.

You nodded, your eyes shining with joy. ”We love you too, baby,” you agreed, your hand coming to rest atop his.

He bent down to kiss you but you jerked away playfully, startling him before he rolled his eyes at the mischievous smile on your face. His heartbeat pressed against your back, matching yours.

”Oops, sorry,” you teased, ”just heard the baby say that she loves her mumma more.”

Lewis chuckled, his heart overflowing with love for you and his little baby. ”I'll have to have a talk with her about that,” he joked, his voice filled with affection as he pulled you tighter into his arms, making sure to keep the pressure off your belly.

And as you promised yourself to book that cardiologist appointment after all, you kissed Lewis.

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Request for lewis. Maybe after a terrible race weekend he comes home. and his wife thinks he would be so disappointed but when he comes home he's just so...... unserious (like look how giddy he is even when the results r not that good). like maybe he comes home and just starts kissing her and their son.

until i found you

★ : feat :: lewis hamilton x wife!reader ★ : genre :: fluff; hurt/comfort ★ : word count :: 1k+ ★ : a/n :: domestic lewis is food for the soul

It was so frustrating for you to sit at home alongside your son and watch Lewis have another horrible weekend that you decided to just skip watching the race altogether. Given that last time, your son cried so much that he threw up.

It was a mutual decision yet you were shocked to see that you were feeling worse than Lewis did when you guys talked about it. His only reply was,”You know I can’t even drive knowing he’s crying at home because of me, right?”

As you watched Lewis trudge through the front door, a heavy weight seemed to hang on his shoulders. His steps lacked their usual bounce, and his usually bright eyes were dull with disappointment. You could practically feel the tension radiating off him as he entered the room.

”Hey, Lewis,” you greeted him softly, trying to gauge his mood.

He offered you a weak smile, but it didn't quite reach his eyes. ”Hey, baby” he replied, leaning forward to kiss you as his hands sneaked around your shoulder.

You moved closer, concern etched into your features. ”How… how are you?” you asked tentatively, dreading the answer.

Your husband let out a sigh, his shoulders slumping further. ”It was… rough,” he admitted, his voice tinged with frustration. ”Nothing seemed to go right. Mechanical issues, a pit stop mishap… you name it.”

Your heart sank at his words, knowing how much he had been preparing for this race. ”I'm so sorry, Lewis,” you murmured, reaching out to gently squeeze his shoulder. ”That sounds incredibly tough.”

”Yeah, it was,” he admitted quietly. ”But hey, that's racing, right? You win some, you lose some.”

You could sense the underlying disappointment in his words, the frustration of coming so close to success only to have it slip through his fingers. Your heart ached for him, wishing there was something you could do to ease his pain.

Before you could say anything else, your son's voice rang out from the other room. ”Daddy's home!” he exclaimed, his excitement palpable.

Lewis's face lit up at the sound, a hint of his usual brightness returning. ”Hey there, champ!” he called out, his voice infused with warmth.

Your son came bounding into the room, his eyes wide with excitement. ”Did you win, Daddy?” he asked eagerly.

Lewis hesitated for a moment, a flicker of doubt crossing his features before he managed a small smile. ”Not this time, buddy,” he replied gently. ”But I gave it my best shot.”

Your son nodded understandingly, his disappointment fleeting as he threw himself into his father's arms. ”That's okay, Daddy,” he declared. ”You'll get 'em next time!”

Lewis's smile widened at his words, a genuine sense of pride shining through. ”Thanks, buddy,” he said, his voice filled with gratitude. ”I'll definitely give it my all.”

As Lewis hugged your little bundle of joy to his chest, you couldn't help but feel a swell of pride and admiration for the man standing before you. Despite the disappointment he faced, he remained determined and resilient, his love for his family shining through even in the darkest of times.

It was just another instance where you realized how you would never be as strong as your husband.

You approached them slowly, your heart heavy with empathy. ”Lewis,” you began softly, ”I'm so proud of you. You gave it your all out there, darling.”

He turned to you, his eyes searching yours for reassurance. ”Thanks, love,” he murmured, his voice tinged with gratitude. ”It means a lot to hear you say that.”

You reached out, tracing a gentle finger along his cheek. ”I know it's tough right now, but remember, you're more than just a race car driver. You're an amazing father and an.. alright husband.”

A small smirk tugged at the corners of his lips, a hint of the familiar spark returning to his eyes as he threw his head back and let out a laugh. ”You always know how to lift my spirits,” he admitted, pulling you into a warm embrace.

”I don’t think it matters, anyway. Wish there was a way to skip this season altogether.”

He said it so nonchalantly that you were left blinking your eyes as Lewis tickled your son and left kisses all over his face. It took you a minute to process but you were glad he wasn’t letting it get to him.

Five years ago Lewis would’ve probably lost it but the Lewis who was the father of your child wasn’t a sore loser.

You joined them for a moment, wrapped in each other's arms, the weight of the day slowly lifting from your shoulders. At that moment, it didn't matter that the race hadn't gone as planned. What mattered was the love and support you shared as a family.

As the day wore on, you gathered around the dinner table, sharing stories and laughter as a family. Lewis's infectious energy lifted your spirits, turning what could have been a somber evening into a celebration of togetherness.

”He really colored his camel green?” Lewis snorted, engaging in the conversation smoothly.

”Yes, daddy!” Your son snickered loudly. ”And then he cried when the teacher asked if it was a crocodile.”  Your son ranted away, finally having another person to share the tales from his day with, his laughter filling the room with joy.

And as Lewis caught your eye from across the table, his gaze filled with love and gratitude, you knew that no matter what the future held, as long as you had each other, you would always find a reason to smile.

Later that evening, as you tucked your son into bed, you couldn't help but marvel at the resilience of the man beside you. Despite the disappointments of the day, Lewis had remained steadfast in his optimism, his unwavering love for your family being the pillar he leaned on.

”I bet you’re tired,” you whispered as Lewis closed the door to your son’s room, mindful to keep your voice low.

”I know a way you could help me relax then.” He said right back before hoisting you up his shoulders. A loud yelp leaving your mouth that made him chuckle as he walked you both into the master bedroom.

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husband texts with lewis!!!!!! i luv ur writing so much <3

lewis hamilton boyfriend texts

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hello 👋 big congrats on hitting 3k ‼️👏🧨 i would request:

This is only, and only for the business deal. No more, no less.

That’s dangerous.

With Lewis, maybe sugar daddy or arranged marriage?

sending love 🫶

“this is only, and only for the business deal. no more, no less.” + “that's dangerous.”

( event masterlist \ main masterlist \ drop a request ) ★:summary:: in which your husband just can't sleep on the same bed as you because- well his sanity is at it's last thread till it snaps! ★:feat:: lewis hamilton x reader ★:genre:: v lil angst; too much smut

“I have nothing more to add.”

You could feel the tension in the air, thick and suffocating, as you stood across from Lewis in the lavish hotel room. Your patience was wearing thin, and his calm façade was pissing you off.

“You're insane if you think I’m just going to-” your words cut off when he abruptly stood up, eyes still staring intently at you.

Why did he even care where you spen the night? You would rather just book another hotel room than sleep on the sole bed while knowing your husband was a few feet away, sleeping on the couch, and not with you purposely.

“This is ridiculous,” you snapped when you found your voice again, your tone cutting through the silence. “I didn't sign up for this kind of treatment.”

Sure, that was a bit extreme. Given that he was always so polite, so prime, so perfect. God, was it a sin to expect him to lose it a bit? To not hold back when you clearly lost it whenever you were around him?

“And what kind of treatment is that, Y/N?” Lewis clenched his jaw, barely holding on to his… temper? “You cannot get another room to stay in, this is not-”

“I’m not sharing a room with you! I don’t give a fuck about what your investors think of us!” you retorted, throwing your arms above your head. “Thought this marriage was only for a business deal?!”

He took a step closer, his eyes darkening with frustration. “That's right. This is only, and only for the business deal. No more, no less.” Lewis’ eye twitched and you rejoiced internally at finally seeing a tiny part of him starting to crack.

You could feel your heart pounding in your chest, a mix of anger and something else— something you refused to acknowledge in his presence any further. “If that's all it is, then…”

Frankly, the words stung more than you wanted to admit to him and- yourself. You knew this marriage was arranged for the benefit of both your families' businesses, but hearing it out loud, especially from him, made it feel all the more real, and all the more painful.

Were you hoping for a different outcome? Not necessarily. It did hurt, though, when your ‘husband’ stepped onto any tiny flicker of hope you had with his ignorant comments. Why did he act like he didn’t fucking want you?

Because he really doesn't, your mind screamed, and as tears gathered in your eyes, you turned around to leave, but Lewis grabbed your arm, his grip firm but not painful, a desperate plea leaving his mouth. “Wait.”

You shook your head as he turned you around, hardening your gaze, your eyes challenging. His expression was a total contrast, softened with a hint of panic in his eyes. “I'm sorry. I didn't mean it like that. Please, don't go.”

“What?” You hesitated, feeling a twinge of satisfaction at his apology. But you weren't ready to let him off the hook so easily. “You can't keep saying things like that and expect everything to be fine, Lewis.”

Oh- what a sight it was, to see him close his eyes as he tried to get a check on his composure. “I know. I know, and I'm sorry. Just... stay.” He pulled you closer, his breath warm against your ear. “Please."

There was something in his voice, a vulnerability that you hadn't heard before. It made your resolve waver, and before you knew it, you were leaning into him, your bodies pressed together. His lips found yours in a desperate kiss, all the pent-up frustration and longing pouring out in that single moment and you were taken back to say the least.

“Why do you do this?” you murmured against his lips, your voice shaking. “Why push me away when you know you want this too?”

“Because it's easier to pretend this is just a business deal.” Lewis's grip on you tightened, kissing you again as he sent shivers down your spine with his fingers snaking towards your sensitive parts. “It's easier to keep my distance than to admit how much I- fucking want you.”

“O-oh,” was all you could muster up, nodding but not even listening to him, before the words processed, and you pulled back slightly to look into his eyes. “You are a pain to be married to.”

His eyes softened, and he nodded slowly. “I know. I just... I don't want to hurt you.”

“You won't,” you whispered, pressing your forehead against his, nails digging into the back of his arms to show him you didn’t care. “But tonight, I want you to.”

“Fuck,” he grinned, biting on your earlobe as his hands roamed over your body, pulling at your clothes, and you let him, your own hands busy with his shirt. The next few moments were a blur of hurried movements and breathless kisses until you were both naked, the cool air of the room bringing goosebumps, or maybe that was just- Lewis, and how his bare skin felt against you.

Before you could savor the moment a bit more, your husband pushed you back onto the bed, his eyes roaming over your body with an intensity that made you shiver. He shamefully checked you out as you did the same,“You’re fucking beautiful.”

Lewis sucked in a breath when you pushed your hair behind, gracing him with the sight of your nipples standing out, just waiting- begging him to put his mouth on them and suck them. You decided to let him be and ran your gaze down his body, clenching around thin air when your eyes found his cock.

Your husband smirked as he loosely stroked himself once- twice then fuck- a third time, knowing you were rubbing your thighs subtly to relieve some of the pressure. “You drive me crazy, you know that?” he murmured as he climbed on top of you, his lips finding your neck.

He started trailing kisses down to your collarbone and then lower, mouth open, teeth hurting you just right. “Hmph! Lew-” You choked when he sucked on your nipple, lapping it up and wetting it like a starved man.

“You. Are. Perfect.” Lewis whispered against your skin, taking turns biting each nipple as your breath got caught in your throat. “Fucking hell.” His voice thick with desire, driving you absolutely mad.

You moaned softly, your hands tangling in his hair. “Baby- shit- please” His thumb immediately found your wet hole as he massaged around it when you thrusted up a bit. “Making a fucking mess, you dirty gir-”

Before he could carry on, your hand fumbled down to gather some of your slick before you rubbed it against his length, your husband shuddering against you when he felt you cover him in your own juices.

He moved lower, back to kissing your neck as his knees gave out and his weight fell on your arms. You gasped as his finger flicked upwards, towards your bundle of nerves, he was finally giving you everything you ever wanted, his thumb working you with a skill that left you breathless.

“Lewis- I’m.. I…” You choked out, barely before you figured out what he was drawing on your clit, your hand loosening the grip you had on his twitching- leaking cock. L-E-W-I-S, he kept on drawing this pattern, rendering you absolutely helpless under him.

Your hands found his back, nails probably drawing blood, holding him in place as he brought you closer and closer to the edge. “Cum for me messy girl,” You heard him groan before he took your nipple in his mouth again.

“Fuck- Lew! Shit.” You craned your neck to look down at him, catching his other hand wrapped around his length. His angry tip leaking pre-cum that he was rubbing to stroke himself, his grip tight on his cock.

The thought of your juices mixing together on his cock had you cumming immediately with a staggered moan of his name, your body shuddering with pleasure, he was right there with you, his eyes never leaving your face, mesmerized.

Lewis moved back up your body, his lips finding yours again in a kiss that was both tender and demanding. You could feel him pressing against you, hard and ready, and you wrapped your arm around him, pulling him closer. “I’m here, baby. Such a fucking good girl for me.”

He entered you in one swift movement, a gasp escaping your lips at the sensation, he was so fucking big. Your husband stilled for a moment, his forehead resting against yours as you both caught your breath, obviously it had been too long since you both did it.

This was the moment when you realized that all those nights you spent worrying whether he had a mistress were utterly useless because the way your man looked seconds away from cumming just by being inside you for a single second?

“I've wanted this for so long,” he whispered, his voice trembling with emotion and the softness doing something very ugly to your heart. “I’m afraid it’ll end too soon.”

“Me too, Lewis. Me too.” You cupped his face in your hands, your thumbs brushing over his cheeks. Your husband’s cock twitched again and you gasped as your eyes rolled to the back of your head when he started to move.

It was slow at first, your soft walls wrapping against every single vein of his cock. “Fuck- I’m- hngh!” Lewis was so gone, eyes closed before he increased his pace. “Shit!” he hissed not believing he’s been missing out on this all this time just because he thought you wanted nothing to do with him.

“Never.. Oh my god- always everything! Lewis- wanted everything…” You trailed off but he got the gist of it. Still not realizing that he was not just thinking- he was saying everything out loud. His hands gripping your hips as he set a rhythm that had you screaming incoherently.

“You feel hah- so good,” he groaned, his lips brushing against your ear. “So perfect.”

You could feel yourself getting lost in the sensation, the way he filled you, fuck he really was so big, felt bigger than he looked and the way his body moved against yours, was so perfect. It wouldn’t be delirious to say you thought you both were made to fit each other.

“We are,” your husband dragged out, voice hoarse and breaking. It was suddenly almost too much, and yet not enough. You needed more, and you told him as much, your voice a desperate plea,“Faster, Lewis. Please.”

Your husband responded by increasing his pace, his thrusts becoming harder and faster, driving you closer to the edge once again. “My beautiful- ah- Y/N! My w- wife.”

You realized he was cumming when you felt his whole body go stiff and a chant of “ah, ah, ah, ah,” fell from his mouth, his cum filling you to the brim. He came so much that the next time he tried to thrust his over-used, over-sensitive cock a little, your poor hole was so utterly slippery that he fell out.

For a moment, you lay there, tangled together, your bodies slick with sweat. And then he pulled away, his eyes searching yours after he was panting a bit less than few seconds before.

“Y/N,” he said softly, his voice filled with something you couldn't quite place, you didn’t know how he still had his voice intact. “Did... Did you finish again?”

You shushed him before shaking your head, your hand reaching up to caress his cheek. “Not with you inside me.” He groaned at that as his hands squeezed your waist and his head fell right between your marked breasts. “I promise I last longer than this usually.”

His words made your heart beat faster, you made him like this, made him lost control, lost himself after he entered you like so absolutely that he just couldn’t help cumming despite wanting to last.

You tried to stop it but a chuckle escaped your mouth, which didn’t last long at all before he picked up your leg and in a second hooked it around his shoulder, leaning down to kiss your clit that was sensitive as hell, making you immediately gasp.

“I know just how to shut you up.”

And in that moment, as your hands tangled in the locks of his hair as you tried to ride his face, you knew this was something. Whatever this was, whatever it would become, you were in it together. No more ‘no more, no less,’ you guys were way beyond that at this point.

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★:a/n:: wow i got carried away ngl but!! thanks for the request love! feedback and reblogs are appreciated :3