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Faire l'amour à Monte Carlo (Lewis Hamilton x OC)

Following a conversation I had with a friend on Twitter I decided to expand my writing and do one for the one and only Sir Lewis

Pairing: Lewis Hamilton x OC

Words: 1.9k

Warning: smut, all smut

She was aching to see Lewis, aching in every way possible. race schedule wasn’t kind to her and they both kept contact purely over technology. When she decided to go she didn’t check the weather forecast and that’s how she ended up with leather skirt, white shirt and heels in Monaco rainy day. Lewis gripped her hand tight, he’d take whatever physical connection that was available, she returned the gesture happy to show off her man to everyone.

As they walked towards the garage, cameras clicking pictures left and right, she leaned down to speak in his ears “I can see you’re thriving with this attention”

She was naturally taller than him and the heels just made her look even taller than usual, but Lewis loved it, he loved to look up to see her pretty face when he’d sneak his hand between her thighs and she’d melt in front of his eyes. He loved her lean legs and the way he could easily throw them over his shoulder when his face was buried deep in her and in that moment both wanted that.

“The only thing I’m thriving for right now, is you and to get to my damn driving room soon” Lewis whispered back, not even trying to hide his true intention.

“Wow eager much?” She teased

“Hell yeah, you know how long it’s been? Dry season had to end” he joked, but he was also serious.

“I don’t think it’s that dry with the Snapchats you’ve been sending me” she mentioned with raised eyebrows, those Snapchats really kept her going, she never asked for them but loved when he did, yet he never asked for anything in return but she always sent something back to show him that it worked.

“Oh so you liked them?”

“You’re kidding me I loved them, can’t wait to see it in real life”

Lewis gave her a suggestive look and they continued their walk to the garage. Both exchanged greetings with the team members and Toto and walked into his driver’s room.

Lewis wasn’t the type to rush things even if he was in a hurry, he wanted to build the tension up slowly, that’s why instead of pressing her against the wall like a horny teenage, he sat her down and started undressing.

She blinked long and hard, since this morning the tingling feeling between her thighs been bothering her and only the guy in front of her could make it go away. She sat back, decided to enjoy the show “oh now you’re gonna give me strip tease? What a show” she sat back with satisfied smile on her lips, undressing him with her look.

Lewis took off first layer of denim jacket and carefully put it aside, her eyes were burning a hole in him, begging to see a glimpse of skin and tattoos. He started unbuttoning the shirt, agonizingly slow, revealing more skin as he did it one by one precisely. Her eyes followed his every single hand movement, the way his fingers worked their way through every button with a touch as light as feather. In her mind she wanted that so bad.

He finally undid the last button and took off the jacket, finally giving her the view she longed for. His muscles looking glorious, inviting to run her fingers down his tattooed chest, his expensive necklace laid perfecto against the skin. She looked and he let her do all she wants. The more she looked, the worse the tingling feeling got, it was to the point that she rubbed her thighs together, hoping it stops. Lewis’s eyes fixed on her legs, he wanted nothing just to give her the relief she needed. He walked and stood in front of her, looking down cockily, relishing in the fact that he made her look so desperate and needy. His thumb tipped her head up and he ordered “stand up, eyes on me” she shook her head obediently, standing up, trying to keep her balance with her shoes.

Lewis looked at her, pouring all the love and lust he had in his eyes, his hand landed on her legs and he pulled her close until he made sure she could feel what she was doing to him, her breath got caught in her chest when his hardness pressed against her stomach, he kept her steady and kissed her, feeling the tension leaving his body, her lips responded well, taking all of it and using her tongue immediately, he nipped and bite on her soft lips and suddenly let go giggling “my girl is so needy today” she didn’t bother to answer and tipped her head forward for a kiss but he dipped, leaving her hanging, he giggled again at the way her face twisted and she moaned “Lewis, don’t tease me”

As a response his hand traveled higher, palm of his hand tracing her soft skin and rolling up the leather skirt until it gave him the access he needed. His thumb played with the waistband of her underwear and he allowed him to look her up and down. With her lower half now bare, he saw the wet spot on her underwear and his eyes traveled up, taking notice of the way her nipples were poking through her tight shirt, he couldn’t hold back the comment “your nipples are about to poke a hole in your shirt” the comment and dirty words sent a new wave down there and she felt herself dripping more “Lewis” she moaned his name again, hoping that it works this time. His thumb rolled down the underwear and she couldn’t stop herself “yes, oh please”

He maintained the eye contact and brought the underwear to his nose, smelling her arousal on it. She threw herself forward and grabbed his shoulders for support, looking at him with pleading eyes “Lewis I beg you”

“Now I can’t say no to that look can I” his hand finally made contact with her wet cunt, his grip on her ass tightened as he felt her wetness. His fingers sank deep in her and he took his time to fully explore, he leaned in for another kiss, this one was more passionate and loving, he wanted to show her just how much he cared about her pleasure and need. His fingers started rubbing circles on her in slow movements, coaxing more out of her with each stroke of his hand, he wanted her dripping on her legs before making her cum on his mouth, he was dying to have a taste of sweet nectar. The tip of his finger teased her entrance and she rocked her hips to get more friction.

“You feel so good and wet, just right” he pushed the tip of his finger in, he didn’t want this to end, months of not seeing her wet and ready and now he wanted it to last. Her face fell on his shoulder and she whined, he had enough and just as he was about to push it all in a knock on the door brought them back “ Lewis if you’re ready they need you to go through some stuffs” Angela’s voice cut through the tension. She growled loud and tighten her grip on his skin that cause him to hiss.

“Sorry it’s not easy to be left sexually frustrated” she commented, detaching herself so he could grab his Mercedes shirt and puffer. Yet again her eyes didn’t leave his body until all was hidden away, before leaving the room Lewis dared to sneak one last glance, and he saw her dripping on her legs “that’s what you wanted, like what you see?”

He cursed at himself “damn you woman, this isn’t over” then he picked up the underwear “and this stays”

He left her alone to gather herself, she cleaned her legs with a tissue, tried to make herself presentable, she picked the extra puffer to hide herself from the chilly weather and left the room.

The next few hours went very boring, she kept seeing Lewis and all they could do was to give each other a look and he’d be away, next thing they know race time came and Lewis was driving his car to line up. Instead of the paddock club she stayed in garage so she could see Lewis as soon as he was out, since morning the rain had gotten worse and a start under safety car was announced. She watched them doing few laps and heard different radio messages complaining of the weather and the race ended up red flagged. She watched Lewis rushing in, taking off his helmet and balaclava “something happened? You ok?”

He didn’t reply, he just grabbed her hand and dragged her away to the driver’s room, not even bothering to close the door himself. This time he didn’t hesitate to push her against the table, helping her to sit on the edge and he dropped on his knees. Her heart skipped a beat when she saw him, kneeling in front of her.

“Don’t make too much sound” was all he said before making her to open her legs with a light slap on her wet cunt, she put her hand over her mouth, muffling everything that was about to pour out.

He opened her legs nice and wide, taking a good look at wetness pooling there, glistening under the light, his tongue licked her wet pussy lips and he hummed at the taste, watching her clit swell he couldn’t stay away, his lips immediately went back on her, he licked and flicked hard, not sparing her any mercy. Despite her hand muffling the sound he could still hear her desperate noises and swear words. His grip on her legs tightened, he pulled her close until she was practically sitting on his face but he wasn’t complaining. He stopped his assault on her clit and spared her a long hard lick from bottom to top, tasting the juice on his tongue, savoring it.

“That’s my girl, you’re being so good for me, I should reward you” he whispered, nipping on the skin of her thigh and then left a kiss on her wet swallowed pussy, the gesture had her eyes rolling back in her skull, before returning to his previous activity, he let go of her leg and his thumb traced her, making her clenching hard around nothing, he nudged her one more time and went back to his merciless assault on her clit. This time he sucked harder, the palm of his hand pressed against her belly to keep her down, and he felt the way her muscles tightened, she wriggled under his hands, the moan she let out was loud enough to make the hand over her mouth useless “don’t worry, I’ll make you cum” the dirty words he kept whispering on her was doing it for her, she rolled her hips on his mouth, muscles tightened and toes curling in her shoes. Her chest rising and falling rapidly, he knew she was close and worked harder until she exploded under his tongue, her brain went numb and she didn’t bother to hide any noise. Lewis licked her cum till the last drop and pulled back, leaving her a breathless mess.

She slowly opened her eyes and looked at him “oh god, you’re insane, insanely good”

“I take it that you enjoyed” he reached and grabbed a bottle of water, offering it to her.

She sat straight, still out of breath “I enjoyed it a little bit” she joked, rolling her eyes and gulping down half of the bottle.

She didn’t think she had the balls to go face to face with anyone in Mercedes garage for the next two years.

Calvin Klein (Dr3 x f! F1 driver smut)

Based on this post I wrote the CK photoshoot one and I really like it so you shall receive and enjoy!

Synopsis: An underwear ad photoshoot with three of the hottest drivers in F1 sounds fun right?

Pairing: Daniel Ricciardo x f! F1 driver, fIf1 driver x Lewis Hamilton (platonic)

Words: 3.2k

Warnings: smut, choking

When she got the call about Calvin Klein offer, it was a no brainer, of course she would do it. Later on she was told two other drivers would join her cause it was a Formula 1 campaign but she never cared to ask who, she’d find out when she get there.

It was a week before Texas, she was in New York making her way inside the studio for photoshoot, still in the dark about who the other drivers could be. She hummed a song under her breath and pushed the door “oh you’ve got to be fucking kidding me” she said to herself, face palming. The two drivers were Daniel Ricciardo and Lewis Hamilton, of course it was thinking of it, she couldn’t think of any other drivers who would willingly wear underwear in front of camera and show off their balls. She was glad Lewis was there, they were close both on and off track, her main issue was Daniel. Not that they were enemies or on bad terms or even had a beef, she just liked him a bit too much and they had banters back and forth. Lando would try and convince her that it was way passed from just a crush and she was in love with him but she never listened. Before she could man up to face Daniel, Lewis turned his head and waved at her, blowing her cover. She tried to give herself the mental pep talk that it’s fine and it all will go smoothly.

The sound of Daniel’s laugh filled the room as she walked to the small group, Lewis was the first to embrace her “heyy, it’s good to a familiar face around”

She returned the hug and pointed to Daniel “what about him?”

“Oh nice of you to appreciate my existence, hello” Daniel said, finally getting her attention.

“Don’t talk to me Ricciardo I’m still mad about the collusion” she really wasn’t, the collusion was deemed race accident, she just wanted to talk more to him.

“Cmon already sour? I said sorry, and you are going to see me half naked soon so I’d say it’s all even” he winked

“Yeah I bet she would love that, wouldn’t you?” Lewis said with a laugh, elbowing her side. He was aware of her little crush and he’d be damned if he wouldn’t spend the whole day teasing her. She gave him a warning look that Daniel hopefully missed due to how hard he was laughing.

“Guys please pay attention” a woman spoke to them “we have prepared a dressing room for each of you, you can find your stuffs there and when you’re ready please take a sit for makeup”

Before she goes, Lewis grabbed her arm and spoke in hushed tone “this is your golden chance”

“Golden chance for what?” She was confused

“To finally make a move on Daniel you idiot” he said as if it’s a very obvious thing

“But-“ she didn’t have more to add

“No buts, this is your best chance I’ll help you” Lewis offered, determined to make something happen between them.

“Ok fine, Im counting on your pretty ass”

The first round was jean, shirt and sneakers, each went ahead for their solo shots, then they paired up Daniel with her for another round. She changed into a denim coat and he was still in shirt.

“Get closer” the photographer instructed, they awkwardly reduced the space between them.

“A little bit more, Daniel throw your hands over her shoulders, head held high, yes fantastic”

She was sure her heart was beating rapidly at the close approximate, Daniel turned his head to her face with a smile “well hello there, don’t you look good?” His eyes scanned her face before grabbing too much attention.

“If you think this is good wait till you see me in underwear” she flirted back, that’s how she started liking him, he always kept the flirt going on.

“That’s the sole reason I accepted this” he joked, shooting her a wink that the photographer didn’t miss to take the picture of.

“Honestly Daniel, why you keep trying to get me naked?” She teased him, liking the little game.

“Thanks you two the shoots looks fantastic” the photographer interrupted the moment, when they separated she took a long breath to keep herself in check.

“Hey, hey wait” Daniel called her before they go for a change.

“Yeah? What is it?” He stepped closer and leaned down “I just wanted to make sure you aren’t actually mad about what happened on track” he seemed like he genuinely cared about it and he did, he always tried to be the first one who would take the first step and speak to the driver he had a collusion with, even though he had already done that, her earlier comment had him thinking maybe it wasn’t enough.

She put her hand on his arm, immediately feeling how firm it was, almost wanting to squeeze the muscles but stopped herself “Daniel no, of course I’m not, I’m just teasing you dummy”

He smiled in relief, using the close distance to kiss her cheek “ok that’s a relief, can’t wait to see you naked” he was gone and she was blinking rapidly.

Lewis passed her and couldn’t keep the laugh to himself at her face expression, he seemed like he was enjoying watching her suffer.

She was told to be topless for her shoots with Lewis.

She changed the jean and kept it low enough to show off the waistband of her white CK panty, Lewis was waiting, wearing only white underwear and looking hot, she knew the girls around them were drooling over the scene.

“Nice tits” Lewis called out, causing both her and Daniel laugh.

“Does that mean I can say nice balls?” She raised her eyebrows questionably.

“Wait till you see mine” Daniel regretted making the comment as soon as it left his mouth.

“Awesome, balls competition is exactly what I need now” she hated how her hands wasn’t available to hide the blush on her cheeks.

They stood in front of the camera and she realized she should take her hands off her boobs “ok are you ready?” She asked Lewis

“Ready for what-oh!” He was pretty shocked when she wrapped her legs around his waist “put your hands on my ass” she spoke between her teeth and soon his hands were on her ass, his face pressed against her chest to cover the full view of her boobs “I’m completely pressed against your tits” he commented teasingly.

“What you don’t like it?” She asked, faking that she is offended.

“No no I do, I mean what can I ask for more?” He jokingly massaged her ass and both giggled.

Daniel was watching it all, he hated to admit but they seemed to have genuine chemistry and the way Lewis was holding her close had him gritting his teeth and the muscle of his jaw, how could they get close like that in front of him?

As if that wasn’t enough, now he had his hand on her waist and his head in her neck، he felt like he could explode. He knew her for so long but he never thought seeing her with another man could make him lose it considering she is basically surrounded with 19 other men every race week including himself. He turned so he doesn’t have to see and occupied himself with his phone but the giggles still reached his ear and boiled his blood.

“I’m sorry but are you ok? Your neck seems so red” one of the assistant spoke to him, offering him a bottle of water.

Daniel knew he was angry, but he didn’t know it’s actually obvious to those around him. He lifted his head and caught a glance of her, on Lewis’ shoulders and his hands on her thighs to keep her up. He immediately looked at the woman in front of him to distract himself “yes I’m good thank you”

She kept asking Lewis if Daniel was watching and was so disappointed to find out he was on his phone the entire time.

She loved the way she looked in those grey bralette and underwear, the size was perfect and she was impatient to see the look on Daniel’s face.

Things changed when she saw Daniel in nothing but black underwear, his thigh tattoo looking glorious and his abs begging her to run her hand on his body, hell she’d lie if she say she wouldn’t do more to him.

Daniel was mesmerized by her, the color looked ravishing on her and he was grateful to sneak a peek of her body, long legs that Daniel would do anything to throw them over his shoulders while his head is buried deep between her soft thighs and she isn’t able to do anything but to moan his name and beg. Even though he was busy checking her out he didn’t miss her eyes on himself. “sweetheart, my eyes are up here” everything about the sentence leaving Daniel’s mouth left her a mess, the way he said it, the teasing edge, the way he was practically eye fucking her. In that moment she knew she needed more from him, and by the look of it he could tear her apart.

All three made their way for a group shoot, Lewis stood in front of her and Daniel was behind “now this is the orgy I’d accept” she said, licking her lips at the two half naked men.

“Please, can we agree to never bring this up on track?” Lewis begged, but she didn’t seem to care.

“Get closer, why do you all stand like you got a beef with each other?” The photographer commented, laughing at how awkward they were.

She put her hand on Lewis’ abs and threw the other around Daniel’s neck, closed her eyes and threw her head backwards. Daniel prayed to God that he could keep his cock under control cause a boner would be embarrassing.

“That was nice guys, improvise a little bit come on”

Next thing she knew, Daniel’s hand curled around her waist and pulled her back until her ass was pressed against him and his hand landed on her ass to move her, Lewis’ hand was on her thighs. Her skin was soft, and for a moment he got ballsy, hands grabbing a handful of her flesh and he had to swallow a sound in his throat cause it felt so damn good to touch her like that, in that moment they heard the click of camera, must be a good damn shot.

If she knew self control would be tested during shoots like this she probably would have rejected, Daniel’s big hand rubbing her ass as if bunches of people aren’t present and as if Lewis isn’t giving her eyes at Daniel’s gesture. She wanted to melt in the warmth of his hand, she needed more, wanted to feel his hands all over her desperately.

What she didn’t see coming after the little stunt was Daniel pulling away her hair and keeping his head next to her neck, his hot breath hitting her skin. She didn’t dare to breath and she was hot, she just needed it to end so she could finally do something.

After few more poses, her and Daniel was dismissed.

She basically fled to her dressing room and breathed out of relief, until a knock interrupted, “come in” she shouted, still trying to catch her breath.

A very frustrated and slightly angry Daniel went inside.

“God, the things you did to me today” he rumbled angrily at her, his hair ruffling his curls. Her stomach twitched at his tone knowing damn well what was coming, the idea already staining her underwear “oh yeah? Why don’t you man up and show me?” She prayed to God the comment gonna do something and it did, he walked up closer slowly and stood in front of her to enjoy the scene before leaning down and kissing her with such a force that she was pushed backwards, his hand held her waist to prevent her from falling and he did not shy away from biting her plump lips, completely sucking her lips between his. His lips was much better than whatever she had fantasized with, so soft and fluffy. Her fingers tugging on his curls had his self control slipping through his fingers, He pushed her back and guided her carefully until she was pressed against the cold wall, pussy so wet that she was dripping in that fresh underwear.

Daniel’s hand wrapped around her throat and he felt like he got harder at the feeling, he was barely resisting not to put more pressure on her precious skin. The previous photoshoot was playing vividly in his brain as he showed his frustration “you have no idea how hard it was to watch you being too close with him” his voice was angry and firm that sends shivers down her spine, he made sure to leave his fingertips’ mark on her soft skinned throat, already impatient to catch the sight of her bruised skin around the paddock, knowing he is the one who did this.

She was gone too far to hold back anything, her eyes shut but she managed to talk “oh yeah? Are we gonna talk about what happened there? You would have fucked me right then and there” she didn’t know where the sudden braveness came from but she couldn’t hold back when it was happening, she wanted to make him tick, to make him give her the worst.

He wanted to fuck her right now, without hesitation and waiting, he needed to be inside her and fuck her rough and hard until she was a mess in his arms but now that he got the chance, he wanted to savior it. He slowed down and traced her skin until he reached her chest, her hard nipples were obvious from the thing cotton of her bralette, his thumb circled the hardened bud slowly, his eyes not missing any reaction on her face. She put her hand on his hard cock, feeling how packed he was and enjoying that it was all for her.

He pulled down the bralette until her tits fell out, his hands cupping them “you’re so cruel for hiding yourself from me”

Her voice barely came out, it was hard to focus when his fingers were fondling her so damn good “if I knew all it took for you to put your freaking hands on my body is to see me with Lewis, I would’ve done this long time ago”

The fact that she wanted this more than him, gave Daniel ecstasy.

He grabbed the back of her neck and forced her on her knees, she had been waiting for this “then show how much you want it”

She pulled down the black underwear and let her eyes to memorize the sight in front of her, he was massive, veins popping out and pre cum leaking, without wasting any time she put her lips around the tip, leaking off the sour cream, his hand massaged her neck and snipped his hips forward, forcing himself into her warm mouth and she took all of it, already drooling over her chin, his fingers grabbed her jaw firmly and force him to look at him loving the sight of her on her knees with his cock buried deep in her mouth “that’s my girl, take it so well” his hand moving to put her hair in a ponytail to control her better.

The praise hits her pussy wetter and she dragged her tongue on his length moaning . “fuck, that’s enough, I wanna be inside you now” he closed his eyes to keep his composure and dragged her up by her chin.

Once again she was pressed against the wall but this time a little more firmly and she didn’t mind it at all, his hands taking off her underwear, long fingers dragging over her stomach feeling the muscles tense under his touch, he moved lower reveling in sight of how wet she was, callused fingers finally making contact with her wet cunt “if you wanted me to fuck you this bad, you could’ve just ask” he said, putting his knees next to her legs opening them wider for easier access.

“That’s not gonna fit inside me Danny” she whined, moving her hips on his fingers not to lose the friction.

“I will make it fit” he positioned himself and nudged her open, she looked at him with those eyes and he melted ,going inside slowly to avoid causing any discomfort. She hid her moans behind her hand, not being able to take her eyes off his cock going inside her, the stretch and the pain brought tears to her eyes but she needed more, when he pushed again she felt like she was being ripped in half “you’re so tight, damn it feels too good” he growled in her ears and started moving. “Don’t you dare to stop” she whined, grabbing his neck to bring him closer and kissing him, she already felt addicted to the way he kissed and the way his lips moved against hers, his tongue entering her mouth not giving her a chance to do it first. Fingertips digging hard enough to leave a mark and the other wrapped around her throat.

No words in the world could express the way they were feeling, she has never felt so full before, as if they were made for each other. He thrusted slowly few times enjoying the feeling “fuck, do it harder” when the words left her mouth, who he was to deny her, he sped up, inside and out smoothly, coaxing sounds she didn’t know she could make causing her to drip on her thighs. Her small whimpers like a music to his ears and he didn’t want it to end.

Daniel craved to nip her skin and mark her,already planning to give her enough until he could see how dark her neck was when she would take off her helmet in Texas. His lips sucked the skin hard enough until a dark circle appeared and he moved on to another spot, repeating the process, he trailed his wet lips until he got to her boobs, bouncing with each thrust. Her hand grabbed his curls, encouraging him to go forward with his act.

The tip of his tongue touched her hardened nipple, sending jolts of joy across her body, he rounded his tongue and her grip on his hair tightened “Danny, for fuck’s sake” she didn’t know what she was saying, she needed to moan his name like her life depended on it, no one has ever fucked her as good as this.

“Danny please” his hand pressed against her belly felt her muscles tightened under his touch and he knew she was close. He pulled out completely and slammed into her hard enough that her eyes rolled back and her tears were running on her cheeks, the soft kiss he left on her cheek was in contrast with the way he was fucking her roughly.

“Im-I’m so close” she barely got the words out between his hard and deep thrusts.

“I know love I know, me too” he said, their forehead touching as he slowed down, feeling her cum on his cock as he fucked her through her orgasm, loving to put it back in only to watch it drip and repeated the process until she was shaking, lips touching so she could moan into his mouth. He pulled out and spilled the rest on her stomach, both breathing heavily. If it wasn’t for Daniel’s grip around her, she would’ve fallen.

“Wow, I had no idea you were that mad Daniel” she giggled into his neck.

“You didn’t seem to dislike it” he pointed out, admiring his artworks on her body.

“No no no, actually we should go back to hotel and continue it cause I really want that pretty face of yours between my thighs” she said, not shying away from asking for more

Daniel made a chef’s kiss gesture with his hand “I would love nothing else, but before that you should sneak me out”

“Ohhh righttt, ok I’ll see if someone is close by” she said, grabbing some clothes to sneaking her head to check around, Lewis was still busy with different colors of boxers and briefs but he suddenly caught her eyes and raised his eyebrows, she smiled awkwardly and gave him two thumbs up as a sign that it went better than expected.

“Alright they’re pretty busy with Lewis so if you go fast enough no one will see you” she concluded to a fully naked Daniel and he shook his head. Pulling up his underwear he went ahead and looked both ways before sneaking out but Lewis’s eyes caught him and he giggled, it wasn’t hard to figure out that he definitely knew what happened and Daniel was already thinking how awkward their encounter gonna get.

The next stage was easy, get ready, leave, reunite in hotel room and fuck until they both pass out.

all too well - l.h & p.g

summary: in which an angry pierre stuffs his relationship up and desperately tries to make it up to his devoted girlfriend. and while trying to make up for it he realizes that he’s already lost her to a certain british man. loosely based on ‘all to well’ by taylor swift. 

warnings: A N G S T, I REPEAT, A N G S T, profanity, drinking, just sadness, toxicity, anger, crying, screaming, pining?? if unhealthy relationships/toxic relationships hurt you or offend you, 2022 british grand prix (ifykyk), mentions of eating disorders and body dysmorphia and shitty mental health

word count: 2.0k

pairing: lewis hamilton x female reader, asshole!pierre gasly x female reader, platonic!f1 drivers x female reader, platonic!wags x female reader

requested: yes! here! highly recommend listening to all too well.

It was horrible. 

You had been sitting with the engineers during the Grand Prix, cheering your boyfriend Pierre on as you watched on. You felt as if the world stopped when him and Yuki spun off in unison. You could feel the world stop around you as you silently prayed they were okay. 

Collective groans of disappointment and shouts of anger broke out around you as you quickly flicked on the switch in front of you, allowing you to speak to your Pierre. “Pierre! Honey please, say something!” But you didn’t, just Yuki’s outburst of anger.

“Here.” Pierre replied as you let go of the breath you didn’t know you were holding. You sunk into your seat as you held your head in your hands, shielding your face from the Netflix cameras which no doubt wanted your reaction for a dramatic made-up plot line for the next season of Drive to Survive. 

It wasn’t long after before Pierre angrily walked through the Garage, frustration radiating from him as he weighed himself before stomping off. You followed him to his drivers room before shutting the door. Before you could turn around he stuffed his face into your neck as he broke out in sobs. 

“Shh, I know. Pierre baby I know, it's okay.” You spoke as your hands combed through his tangled hair. “Y/n. Always me? All the bad things, me. What did I do to deserve it?” The French-man cried as you felt yourself begin to cry too. “It’s not you love. You know it was Yuki’s fault. He’ll own up to it, I know he will. You’re amazing okay don’t beat yourself up over this. It was absolutely out of your hands. You know that. You did your best.”

“It is! But that doesn’t make up for my shitty season! I don’t deserve this.” He shouted. “Pierre, not here. Don’t get angry here. The media will eat it up, let’s go home. Fuck the interviews. I’ll make you feel better okay? Whatever you want, we’ll do it mon chéri.” 

“Fuck the media! Fuck you! Fucking isn’t going to make up for me missing out this race okay? You can’t make me feel better with food or cuddling Y/n.” 

“That’s not what I’m saying Pierre! Please let’s get out of here, please, please.” 

“This is my fucking job. I can’t just leave because I’m mad. I’m not a model who sells photos of my self for money okay? My job isn’t easy like yours.” 

You scoffed, “Easy? Easy? My job isn’t just sitting around looking pretty. Shit goes on behind the scenes that you have no idea about. Bitchy models, photographers judging you all day, every day, tabloids and media making up  the most absurd rumours up and everyone eating them up, shitty mental health, body image issues, starving yourself to fit in a dress! Just because you sit in a car, racing at 200 kilometres an hour and have a dangerous job doesn’t make my job any less than yours!” 

“Mon amour-”

“No! I’m sick of this! You taking your shitty results out on me when I have nothing to do with it! You are driving the car, not me. Your fans attacking and picking apart our relationship and you letting them. You never defend me when interviewers ask the most foul questions about me. ‘Is she good in bed?’ are you kidding me?! ‘Oh you have no idea.’ And then laughing it off. Travelling the world and never getting out, constantly on the move. It’s so draining. Cancelling fucking Paris Fashion Week when I have never missed a year because you convinced me too. You. All you. I’ve missed out on huge movie and TV show deals, Bullet Train, Euphoria, No Way Home, Don’t fucking Worry Darling. Harry fucking Styles!” You shouted in his face as he sighed.

(Bare with me I know Paris FW is a few weeks before Bahrain)

“Then fucking go! God if I hold you back so much leave! I don’t fucking need you here, anywhere matter of fact. I don’t need you Y/n. I can get anyone I fucking want. Go to Harry Styles. Go to whoever you fucking want. Whine to them. They’ll never love you like I do. Fuck you like I do. You need me. But then again you. You need me, I don’t need you so fuck off. Get your shit and leave bitch.”

(foul, im so sorry 😭😭)

“Mate what are you doing!” Charles shouted as he burst through the door, followed by Charlotte, Isabel and Carlos. “Oh baby I’m so sorry.” Charlotte said softly as she and Isa wrapped you in a hug. You didn’t react. You didn’t even know what was happening. What pulled you out of your trance was the groaning of your boyfriend, well, ex now.

“What the fuck Charles?” Pierre yelled as Charles retracted his fist from his face.

Lewis ran in at the sound of yelling, Angela hot in his tail. “What the hell is going-” Lewis stopped dead in his tracks at the scene, Pierre soothing his right cheek, Charles with balled fists, Carlos pulling Charles away while Isa and Charlotte hugged you. You. 

You with your mascara stained face. You with your sobs and sniffles. 

It broke him. 

“My beautiful, beautiful Y/n.” He whispered as Isa and Charlotte slowly handed you off to him. You wrapped your arms around his neck as he kissed your forehead. As you stood in the hallway with him you felt, safe, loved. Which meant a lot since you hadn’t felt comfortable in a long time. 

You could feel the pain. The anger. The late nights worrying whether Pierre would come home or not. Trying to soothe him after bad races only to be met with a empty hotel room the second you took your eyes off of him. The rumours and the side eyes that floated around the grid when you walked hand in hand with him even after videos of him getting too handsy with some rando at a club surfaced and spiralled. Even your friends and family contacted you, your best friends Maddi and Sayda had reached out to see if you were okay.

‘Poor girl probably doesn’t even know.’

‘Why is she still with him? Oh god is she pregnant?’

‘She probably cheats too, you know how models are.’

But none of that mattered, as long as you were with Lewis. “Come on let’s get you cleaned up.” Charlotte said as she linked her arm with yours, “Don’t waste your tears on him sweetheart.” Isa whispered as she moved your hair out of your face.

“What the fuck is he doing with my girlfriend?” Pierre yelled at Carlos as he pointed at Lewis. 

“She is not and will never be your girlfriend again. You’re disgusting. It’s one thing to be angry and accidentally yell. But calling one of the most gorgeous, intelligent women on this Earth a bitch? Fucking despicable. She’s always been there for you, patient. When literal video proof came out of you cheating she didn’t blow up on you, start posting about you, start attacking you. No. Because she’s too kind for that and you took advantage of it and her. Y/n came straight to you for an explanation. And she told me your explanation, it was quite literally the worst fucking lie I’ve ever heard. ‘She thought I was her boyfriend.’ and ‘I thought it was you.’ Are you fucking kidding me man? You knew she wasn’t even in the country, she was on a plane, flying to your race after cutting a photoshoot with fucking Victoria’s Secret to come support you. You ruined her. You took away her opportunities because of your own selfishness. You will never find someone like her again. You fucked up. And I hope you kick yourself when you realize what you lost. Who you lost. Y/n is a thousand times more deserving of a man. Not a boy, someone who can’t even respect his own girlfriends career.”

Pierre stood there as Lewis walked away. If he stayed there any longer, looking at his idiotic face, god he would’ve swung.

But that was all in the past. 

Months ago. Seven to be exact.

And now?

Now you were making your way down the runway, in a stunning Donatella Versace dress in front of thousands. The crowd was roaring, cheering the models on as you all displayed the clothing. Your face dead straight. 

That was one of the things you praised yourself on. So did the media. You were known to never ever break face when on the runway. Always professional and well handled. But it was bound to happen. Your four year streak broken. 

As you made your way to the end of the runway your eye caught on to a certain braided hair man, who was hard to miss with his bright pink outfit. And god did he look amazing. As you looked at him he smiled, blowing a kiss. 

Your eyes crinkled as your lips turned upwards. Blowing a kiss back.

The media ate it up.

‘Y/n Y/l/n finally broke face on the runway, the reason? Seven time world champion Lewis Hamilton! Seems the model has moved on from her breakup with Lewis’ colleague and fellow racer Pierre Gasly.’

‘Lewis Hamilton culprit of the wide smile plastered on Y/n Y/l/n’s face during the Versace launch.’

‘Lewis Hamilton and Y/n Y/l/n share their relationship to the public!’

And Lewis could not be more proud of himself when he walked into the paddock, his hand entangled with yours. He was happy to show you off, respectfully of course. But Lewis wasn’t always kind, sometimes mischievous. 

So when he saw the idiot that was Pierre Gasly, jaw dropped and eyes threatening to hop out of his head at the sight in front of him while seated at the Alpha Tauri hospitality whilst having lunch with Yuki he decided to have some fun.

Taking your hand and spinning you in towards him, shortly before kissing you.

“That little fucker.” Pierre swore as he ogled you. “That’s what you get when you fuck up, badly.” Daniel snickered as he walked past, towards the two of you. “Danny!” You smiled as you engulfed him in a warm hug. 

“Missed me a bit too much Y/n/n.” Daniel smirked, “Lewis you better hold on to her tight, might just sweep her off her feet.” The McLaren driver joked as your boyfriend shook his head. “Seven months too late, I’ve been swept for as long as I can remember.” You grinned as you looked up at Lewis.

“You’re in love I get it.” Daniel laughed, “I’ll see you on the panel Lewis. See you tonight, my hotel room.” He joked towards you as he walked towards the conference hall, but not before winking your way. 

“Shit I have to go. If he comes anywhere near-” 

“I’ll be fine Lew, I promise. I have a guard dog in the form of Charles Leclerc ready to bite.” You smiled as you kissed him again. “Hey I do not bite!” Charles frowned as him and Carlos waited for you. 

“Sure thing Charles. Remember when you lost in uno to Lando-” Carlos smirked as Charles yelled, “Hey!” 

Lewis kissed your head, “Why would we ever think of having kids when we have those two assholes in red?”  “Rude.” Carlos stated as he and Charles crossed their arms in defense. “I’ll see you later my love.” He spoke before walking away. 

“Stop rustling his hair Carlos.” You scolded, “It’s not my fault he’s so short.” Charles scoffed, “Actually I am 180 cm, 5′9 thank you.” He spoke proudly as Sainz let out a laugh, “Mate, I’m 179.” The two of you chuckled and made your way to the Ferrari hospitality as the Monegasque tried to defend his height.

As you passed Alpha Tauri your eyes wandered and saw him. 

And you smiled as did he. But it didn’t mean you were over everything.

You remembered it.

All Too Well.

LEWIS HAMILTON

☁︎ = Angst, ꨄ= Fluff, ᵔᴥᵔ= parent/pregnancy, ☆= smut, ୨୧= Platonic, ☾= toxic, ☼= yandere, ꩜=Black!Reader, ✿=POC!Reader, 🐾=Race neutral, 🫧= Fem!reader, ♬=GN!Reader, 𝄞= Male!Reader, 𐰁=plus size!Reader, ✮= Skinny!reader, 🕷= Tall!reader, 🗝=Short!reader

Credits to @cafekitsune for the divider

ONESHOT MINI SERIES SERIES IMAGINE EVENT DRABBLE

☆🫧D#1: Smut no plot

LEWIS HAMILTON

Lewis Hamilton x Reader

Drabble

18+ SMUT, no plot

MDNI: I will not be going through my notifies You are responsible of what you consume

100 words

"There you go Sweet girl," Lewis says in front of you while fingering and rubbing your clit and all you can do is whine and moan. Your hand flew to the pillow under your head and you began to buck your hips. 

"Lew" you whine trying to close your legs Lewis grabs your thigh with his other hand.

"Good girl, you getting close?" he asks me and you let out a small yes. He leans down and begins to finger you faster while sucking your clit. 

"Cum sweetheart be good for me and cum," He says and you cum hard. 

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

( bf texts masterlist \ main masterlist \ drop a request ) ★ : pairing :: lewis hamilton x reader ★ : genre :: crack; mature ★ : a/n :: as the author, i can confirm that lewis typed for 20 minutes straight and was not speechless unlike what he stated! tysm for reading and requesting love! can be read as both husband or bf but i wanted to include this in the ongoing series sorryyy

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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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Yours Or Mine

Pairing: Lewis Hamilton x eng!Reader x Max Verstappen

Summary: Switching Teams seemed like a bad idea until it wasn't? Or was it?

Genere: Angst, little fluff here and there, I feel like there will be some drama along the way lol

Warnings: strong language I'll add more along the way if there's any

Word count: 520

Chapter one: The Begging of the end

Mercedes was the dream. the one you worked all your life for, so why they are letting you go now?

"listen to me, I hate to see you go but look at the good side it'll be for one season only"

' no cause what the hell are you talking about lew? I feel like I'm getting thrown away and to who? To red bull? To max? really?'

"it's not like that, we're not throwing you away, you're the best aerodynamics engineer we have"

'then why letting me go lewis? Why?' at this point, you've lost it, you're eyes are getting teary and it's hard to see already

"because that was the deal, you know if it was up to me I would never do that to you. now stop crying please let's not make this harder" he said while hugging you.

When you first came to Mercedes you were in an awe, achieving your dreams and all inspired you to work hard to prove yourself, you kept your interactions with everyone friendly at first until one time...

The whole team went out to celebrate after lewis won a race. It was a fun night where you all danced and had drinks.

You and lewis shared a deep conversation that night and since then the people who were once your coworkers became your family, your new home.

So that's why it hurts, having to wear a red bull t-shirt for the season hurts.

You've never liked max as a person, it's just something about his aura that felt off to you. So even if you accepted the term of changing teams, you'll never accept working directly with max it doesn't matter which team he's in. Working with him was definitely out of your list of wishes.

When you went home, the thoughts of starting the season with a new team filled your mind. You knew you had to keep it professional, you have to accept it, but in the same time you didn't know if you are capable of doing that.

The sound of your phone ringing disturbed your thoughts...

"hello"

'hey'

"how are you doing now?"

'still terrible lew' you heard him sigh once you answered him

"I'm sorry.."

'don't.. It's not your fault there's nothing we can do but to accept this'

"but you know it doesn't change anything between us right? You will always be ours"

'I know...but not for this season'

"___"

he sighed again, the way he said your name gave you goosebumps. You and lewis always had this thing between you two. The affect he has on you, it's like electricity every time he says your name specially when he says it like that.

'I'm just saying the truth lew'

"I know.."

You both stayed silent for a few moments, just listening to each other breath until lewis decided to speak again

"I'll miss you" you felt your heart bounding fast like the race cars you see almost every day

'I'll miss you too lew'

Working with max sucks but not being able to see or talk with lewis again definitely sucks more.

A/N: for the first time writing here that wasn't too bad hehe, the reader literally hates max for no reason but she'll come around soon 🤫 please be patient with me I promise it's full of surprises and I would really like to hear your thoughts on this chapter 💕

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A/N: Hey everyone! I just wanted to note that in my fics the reader doesn't have a specific age and also doesn't belong to any specific race so you can imagine her however you want it to be 💕.

Always check the warnings of every fic before reading I'd hate to hurt anyone because of my content, but you're also responsible for what you read.

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Yours Or Mine

Pairing: Lewis Hamilton x eng!Reader x Max Verstappen

Genere: Angst, some fluff, enemies to friends with max, maybe some drama in the future

Warnings: strong language, car accident will add more along the way

Summary: Switching Teams seemed like a bad idea until it wasn't? Or was it?

Chapter one

chapter two

Yours Or Mine

Pairing: Lewis Hamilton x eng!Reader x Max Verstappen

Summary: Switching Teams seemed like a bad idea until it wasn't? Or was it?

Genere: Angst, some fluff, enemies to friends with max

Warnings: strong language, car accident

Word count: 881

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You don't know if you feel betrayed or if you feel like a cheater in your Red Bull T-shirt but you were definitely hurt. You were excited about the new season and the new beginning that it held but all that excitement died once you stepped your foot on Red Bull motorhome.

Chapter two: New Beginning

"welcome to the team!"

"welcome! We're excited to work with you"

"yeah! Hope you feel comfortable here"

'thank you guys, I really appreciate it' you smiled a little

You weren't expecting that, the welcoming and all made you feel warm inside. Maybe it wasn't that bad maybe you misunderstood max and he's a sweet person in the end of the day and you were just overthinking this. You hoped so and you also hope for the season to pass quickly so you can go back to where you belong..

The team meating wasn't bad at all, everyone was focused on the strategy and had the passion to win. Even max wasn't as bad as you thought. You thought that maybe with time you'll get around and learn how to work with them just like the way it happened in Mercedes.

After the meeting finished, you went with the rest of your colleagues to check the car one last time before the race starts and once you made sure everything is perfect you moved inside the motorhome again and waited for the race to start.

When the race started everything was fine until they collided, everything happened so quickly and you found both of Max and lewis out on the gravel. Lewis's car almost went to its side and You gasped, that wasn't a part of the plan. It didn't matter whose fault it was, you wouldn't want lewis to get hurt and in that moment you found yourself hating the season more.

You can't just run to Mercedes motorhome to check on lewis even if both of them had to retire from the race and you wouldn't be needed much here.

When max arrived you pulled him a side

'what the hell was that?'

"what the hell was what?" you can't believe that he actually looks confused

'that fucking clash max, what was that?'

"what do you mean what was that? It wasn't my fault I lost the grip, there's something wrong with the car" and at this point you were fuming

'there's nothing wrong with the car! I literally checked it before the race and everything was perfect'

"well apparently you don't know how to do your job so stop blaming me on something I had no control over"

'excuse you...'

"you heard what I said, you need to get your priorities straight. You're no longer in Mercedes, so stop concerning yourself with hamilton and focus in your job instead" he left you standing stunned. The bad thing that what he said wasn't wrong. You weren't at Mercedes anymore so if anything you should focus on max and max only, but how are you going to do that when all you can think about is lew?

Well maybe this season is going to be worse than you thought.

~

Later that day you called lewis after you went to your hotel room

'Hey'

"Hi"

'are you okay? You didn't get hurt, did you?' you were nervous to hear his answer

"yeah I'm good don't worry how about you? How was your first day?" you breathed in relief

'was worth than I thought' you heard him sigh

"what happened?"

'everything, you were in a crash in the first race of the season and there was nothing I could do, I got in an argument with max and I don't think I can continue like this'

"no wait a sec-why did you argue with max" oh shit. You definitely shouldn't have mentioned that. You can't just tell him that you argued with max because of him.

"hello? are you still here?"

'yeah yeah I hear you'

"so why did you and max argue"

'uhm he said that I'm not doing my job properly' that wasn't a lie but it wasn't the whole truth either. You're not going to tell him that you argued with max because you were too worried about him.

"what? Why would he say that?"

'I don't know let's just change the subject'  you knew if you two kept talking about max you'll expose yourself, you've been always a terrible liar specially when it comes to lewis

After finishing the call with lewis, you spend hours thinking because you've never been confused like that before. You don't adapt to changes easily, you loved being in Mercedes and you loved having lewis as a part of your team, but now you feel like you've lost him and you hated that. The connection you two had was like a magnet, you can't stay away from him too much, he is addictive and once you get closer to him you won't be able to get enough.

A/N: Hey everyone! Hope you enjoyed today's chapters. This is literally the biggest thing I have ever written in my life so I'm kind of proud of it. I'd love to hear your feedback about today's chapter whether do you think there's too much details or if you think the story is moving quickly? I'd really love to hear your opinion because I want to improve and I want everything to make sense you know 😂 next chapter is going to take some time to be posted but hopefully it's going to be better and maybe longer 👀

He was a great person, kind hearted and always inspiring. No one could blame you for your feelings. But you hope that you would come around with time, because in the end of the day you may have lost lewis as a team mate but you still have him as a person right?

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Drabble No.1 F1 driver as your bf

OK but imagine you are dating a f1 driver, whichever you want, and they come home in a really bad mood because it was a shitty race and usually this results in two outcomes :

-> Comfort: Just a big grumpy baby that wants cuddles and kisses. Enjoying the peace and quiet in each other's arms as soothing words and sweet nothings are whispered. Nice hot shower (maybe?) to relieve all the emotional pressure and a nice dinner in bed while watching a movie <3

-> Fucking your brains out : Picture this ...

Him walking fast towards the apartment/house/whatever and letting the door slam shut. Him stalking towards you still in the racing suit, being sweaty and all. Easily picking you up and placing you in kitchen counter. Removing swiftly all your clothes and unzipping the suit letting it fall snuggly at his hips.

From then on being at his mercy. Because he has to let out all the frustration and what better way to do so than teasing his girl to the brink of insanity.

Or a more possible scenario .... Making you suck him off. Knowing that it will boost the much lowered self esteem. So you drop on your knees in front of him as he places a hand to you head, following our body. Teasing him in return. Starting by kissing the tip and licking him from the base to the tip. Slowly fitting him in your mouth and placing your hands underneath the low hanging racing suit, grabbing his ass and burying your nails there, leaving ten moonshaped marks. Moving your head even further, taking more of him in your mouth every single time. Until your nose is grazing his groin. And then letting his cock with a satisfying pop and switching to his balls. Sucking them as moans and groans leave him because he was so impossibly close and now you are purely torturing him in the best possible way.

But then when he has enough, the hand that was simply resting on your head, will grab a handful of your hair. Guiding you back to his cock, past your open lips. And setting a new pace by moving your face back and forth in a speed you could never move while fitting his cock in your mouth. His hips jerking and his ass clenching, trying to prolong the on coming orgasm but to no avail. And then he comes in your mouth, admiring your tear-stained face, as drool falls to your chin and your eyes are shining with lust, love and admiration. Officially losing himself to you.

Sleepless Nights - Lewis Hamilton x reader

Lewis Hamilton x female!reader

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

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

Word Count: 5.8K

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I’m very much aware.” 

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

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

“I can’t sleep.”

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

“I don’t want to leave Roscoe.” 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Still a dick.” 

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

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

“It can’t be that bad.” 

“You try living beside him.”

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

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

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

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

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

“Keep telling yourself that.” 

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

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

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

“What do you want?” 

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

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

“You watched it then?”

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

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

“Bold coming from you.” 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Thank you.” Your words caught his attention. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Does he come to all your races?”

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

“Bet you miss him.”

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

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

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

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

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

“Only for the vets.”

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

— 

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

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

“Please can you do me a massive favour?” 

“What is it?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Even when I kept you up?”

“Only annoyed me.”

“Or when Roscoe ran after Toto?”

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

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

“Waiting for you to get back, why?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“So do I y/l/n.” 

“You better sleep.”

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

“Be safe tomorrow.” 

“I will, I promise.” 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Smart y/n…”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I am.” You smiled. “Are you?”

“Hmm…” 

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

“What are you drinking?”

“Vodka Red Bull -”

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

“Have you ever tried it?” 

“No.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Just a bit…” 

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

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

“Yes, love?” 

“Please…”

“Please what?” His voice alone teased you. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Lewis…”

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

“You do Lewis…” 

“Who? I can’t hear you, sweetheart…”

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

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

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

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

“Shut up Hamilton and make me cum.” 

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

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

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

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

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

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

Pink and Blue - Lewis Hamilton x reader

Lewis Hamilton x female!reader 

Requested? Yes/No: Anon: Hey…Can I request where both Lewis and the reader have baby fever and it gets a little (or maybe a lot)smutty ❤️‍🔥

Warnings: Smut, fluff, pregnancy, swearing, wrap it before you tap it girlies… 

Word Count: 4.2K

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Lewis couldn’t keep his eyes off you as you interacted with his niece and nephew. Sure you’d met them all before, but things just felt different this time. They’d come to support him at Silverstone and so had your nephew who only happened to be a few months old. You were currently holding your nephew whilst Lewis’s own nephew and niece looked on, smiling at the small boy in your arms.

Ever since he was born your brother spent more time with the two of you, wanting to give his partner a break after the birth which changed something in Lewis. He always knew he wanted children, especially with you but he wanted to wait until he’d finished racing so he could always be there throughout the entire pregnancy and birth but now he didn’t want to wait. 

He wanted one now. 

Lewis came up behind you, his arms wrapping around your waist as he looked down at your nephew, a smile playing on his lips as you looked back up at him. If anyone looked on to the two of you they would have thought your nephew was your own child. “He’s getting so big,” Lewis spoke. 

“He’ll be walking soon -” 

“When will he start to talk?” His niece asked. 

“When he’s a bit older,” Lewis replied as he moved to take her in his arms. She wrapped her arms around him, looking down at the small boy in your arms. 

“Will he come to all the races?” 

“No.” You smiled at the blonde girl. “He’s too small for that,” You looked down at Lewis’s nephew as you finished. “Just like the three of you.” 

“I’m big enough!” His nephew protested. 

“Not yet you aren’t.” He smiled just as their mother called them back over. 

Lewis was set to start the race in a few minutes so you and the rest of his family were heading towards the garage to watch him. When he raced in England everyone who could come to see him did. Even your family would come and watch his races, especially your brother and his wife and now your nephew joined them both. 

“You’re so good with them,” Lewis spoke as he placed a kiss on your cheek, wrapping his arms around your waist again. 

“So are you.” 

“Hmm…” He hummed against your skin. 

“You’ve been clingy recently.” Arching your brows you looked back at him. “Ever since he was born -”

“I’ve been thinking…” 

“Don’t do that it’ll hurt your head.” Smirking you turned around to face him, a small laugh escaping your lips at his reaction to your words. 

“And to think I was being nice to you.” He returned the small laughter. “But I was thinking about something.” 

“And what was that?” 

“I -”

“Lewis!” George was currently jogging over to his teammate, waving at the two of you as he grew closer. “Toto wants us un there now, we haven’t got long and he just needs to go over a few things with you.” 

Lewis huffed at the words of his teammate. He’d been plucking up the courage to ask you about having a child for a while now. He just needed the time to be right, the last thing he wanted to do was to scare you with talk of children, especially as the two of you never really talked about it in detail. Just then seemed like the perfect time but George clearly had other ideas.

“I’ll talk to you after.” Leaning up you and Lewis shared a short yet sweet kiss, the two of you wanting nothing more than to share a longer moment with one another but he needed to go and you needed to get Elijah back to his Dad. “Good luck and be safe.” You stressed that last word, with his entire family and the country watching you didn’t need him getting hurt. 

“I’m always safe for you.” He winked. “I promise I’ll come back to you.” 

Those were the words he’d always say as he left to get in the car and every single time he was right, he did in fact come back to you. When the two of you started to date it was the first thing you asked of him. This sport was a dangerous one and there were plenty of drivers that got into those cars and never made it out, knowing that could happen to Lewis made you sometimes wish he never got into this sport but thankfully he was smart on the track, unlike other drivers. 

“Sorry did I interrupt something?” George asked as Lewis spared one last glance back at you and Elijah. 

“No, don’t worry about it, man.” Lewis gave George a small smile but George knew something was wrong. 

“You sure? You don’t seem it… the pair of you aren’t breaking up are you?” 

Lewis snapped his head over at him, his brows furrowed at his words. “Absolutely not, far from it…” 

“Are you going to ask her to marry you?” George’s eyes widened. 

“The ring is in my bag but I was going to tell her something else…” 

He searched his head but George couldn’t work out what Lewis was trying to say. “Well what were you going to ask her?” 

Lewis gave him an uncertain look, debating whether or not to tell him what was really on his mind. George was the type of person that would constantly persist when asking questions, especially when it came to Lewis. He’d looked up to him since he was a child and now he drove for the same team as him. He and Lewis were friends and George knew you well too so if Lewis were to talk to anyone on the grid about what he thought it would be him. 

Lewis looked over at George, holding his gaze as he spoke. “I wanted to ask her if she wanted a baby with me. We’ve been together for a while now and she’s -”

“Is it a boy or a girl?” George suddenly blurted out as they reached the cars. 

“She’s not pregnant.” Lewis looked over at him, a smirk on his lips. “Yet…” He took a deep breath. “I want to tell her but she might not want a child right now. We’ve touched on the subject but never really spoken about it that much.” 

“Maybe now is the time to ask then, you said it yourself you have a ring in your bag. You clearly want her in your life forever -”

“Of course I do George, why wouldn’t I?” He and George shared another glance. “Do you think I should ask her to marry me first?” 

“Since when have you ever asked me for relationship advice?” George smirked. 

“There’s a first time for everything,” Lewis replied. 

“You know what I think you should do?” He grabbed his helmet. “Just talk to her. If you don’t want to be direct then just slip it into the conversation.” He shrugged.

“I planned on being direct and then someone decided to pull us apart.” Lewis followed his teammate's actions, grabbing his own helmet as the two of them headed towards Toto. 

Sending Lewis an apologetic look he and his teammate made their way to the rest of the team for the meeting before getting in the cars before the race started. Meanwhile, you had said goodbye to your family, who were sitting in the stands for the race whilst you stayed in the garage alongside Lewis’s Dad. Lewis was getting into his car when his niece waved and blew him a kiss as they headed to their seats. Lewis returned the gestures to the girl before he turned back to face you, sending you one last kiss before driving out to the track. 

You couldn’t lie to yourself that you hadn’t been thinking of him as a Dad recently. Lewis always made the world around him light up, he just seemed to have that effect on anyone he met so it’s no wonder that he was so good when it came to kids. Even other drivers' children on the grid would always run up to him with open arms and act like they’d known him all their lives. You couldn’t help but wanted that for yourself. 

You had to push that into the back of your mind for now as the race started. He’d been having a rough time on the track and needed all the support he could get, especially in front of his home crowd. The British fans always had his back and that was no different for today. Whatever talk Toto had given Lewis before getting into the car had clearly worked. At one point Lewis was running in P1 but it wasn’t meant to be. He eventually finished in P3, just behind Checo with Carlos winning his first-ever race in Formula 1. 

Throwing your headphones down you ran alongside the mechanics who were making their way over to the cars. Lewis got out, the biggest smile on his face as he threw himself at the mechanics. They cheered his name as he took his helmet off and met your eyes. You were convinced his smile could light up even the darkest of rooms. His hands cupped your cheeks, pulling your face into his. His lips connected with yours and just like that time stopped. Your hands went to his chest, tugging slightly on his race suit as he nipped down on your bottom lip, not wanting to get too carried away in front of the whole world he eventually had to pull away. 

“I’m so proud of you.” You muttered against his lips. 

“Thank you, my love.” He pecked your lips one last time before he headed off to the podiums. Your family and his made their way over to you, their faces mirroring your smile as he looked down at you. His niece held her arms out at you, wanting you to take her into your arms. She clung to your body as you lifted her off the ground to face Lewis. Lewis’s heart swelled with pride seeing the two of you, the thought if having children growing even more. 

As it was Silverstone Lewis had put together a meal for everyone so whilst he finished his interviews you were getting ready in your hotel room. You’d opt for a black dress which hung onto your body like a glove. You were touching up the last of your make-up when the door to your room clicked and a familiar figure walked into the room. Lewis smirked as he watched you never break focus from your make-up, even when he snuck his hands around your waist and pulled you into his hips. 

“You look beautiful…” His lips hovered their way across your neck as he spoke. His hand left your waist and slowly slipped the strap of your dress down your shoulder so he could start to place light kisses on your skin. The sensation made you jump slightly, causing you to lose focus of your makeup, making Lewis smirk. “So…” He kissed your shoulder, growing closer to your face with every word. “Beautiful…” Gripping your hips Lewis spun you around to face him, pushing you against the small table where your mirror sat. 

“We don’t have time…” You pouted, your hands cupping his face. 

“I want one.” Lewis suddenly blurted out, his confidence soaring after his race. His eyes scanned yours as he awaited your reply, hoping for an answer before you spoke. 

“Want what?” 

“I want a baby with you.” Lewis placed a small peck on your lips. “I know we haven’t spoken about it a lot but I’ve seen how you are with your Elijah, you’re so good with him and my niece and nephew. You’d be perfect as a Mum.” 

“You think so?” His hips pushed harder against yours as you replied. 

“I know you would be.” His hand grazed over your stomach, his eyes flickering down to imagine the bump. 

“You know if we had kids they’d have the best Dad.” You mirrored his previous actions and placed a kiss on his lips. “All the kids in the playground would be jealous when they find out their friend's Dad is Lewis Hamilton.” You smiled, imagining raising your child with Lewis. Your child would grow up alongside Formula 1 and deep down you knew there was also a  chance that child would have the bravery and heart of their father and follow in his footsteps, seeing Lewis teach them everything he knew was something you’d imagined for a while.

“Give yourself some credit.” He picked you up and sat you on the table, parting your legs and slowly moving the fabric of your dress to the top of your thighs. “I couldn’t have done it without you.” He dropped to his knees, his eyes meeting yours. “And they’ll know that.” He placed a kiss on your underwear, slowly letting one hand fall from your dress and tug at the lace material. 

“Lewis…” Your words were low as he slowly pulled the underwear down your thighs. His lips teased your skin, kissing and ghosting every inch of your thigh, fanning over where you needed him the most but you knew he wanted to hear you beg for him. 

“Use your words sweetheart… what do you want?” He teased. 

“You…”

“Be more specific.” 

“I want your mouth…” Your hands found their way to his braids, tugging on them slightly in the hopes he’d get the hint. Lewis planted a kiss on your clit, humming at the way you pushed your hips up into him, wanting more. “Please, Sir…” 

Lewis groaned at your words as he pushed your legs further apart before letting his tongue flick over your clit. Humming again he attached his lips around your clit, sucking whilst one hand held your hips down whilst the other started to tease your entrance. He started off slow, wanting to savour every single second of the moment. Lewis loved the way you reacted to his touch, he could feel every jump and hear every gasp that left your lips as his tongue worked its magic. 

He let his hands squeeze your thigh, making you jump further into his mouth as Lewis let his tongue explore your body. Throwing your head back you moaned at his actions just as one of his fingers slowly entered you. The cool sensation of his rings against your warm skin only added to your pleasure. 

“So wet already…” Lewis moaned against your skin. “And I’ve barely even touched you…” He started to speed up his actions, tugging and moaning against your clit which only made your buck your hips harder into his face. 

“Lewis please…” The grip you had on his braids tightened as you felt your orgasam approach. 

“Please what?” Lewis taunted you with his words, adding another finger and increasing his speed. “I want to hear you say it…” 

“Lewis…”

“Don’t act shy now baby, I’ve heard you beg before… say it…”

“Please, Sir…” Your hips bucked into his mouth as you felt that familiar feeling in your stomach. “Please Lewis let me cum, please…” 

“How badly do you want it?” He moaned as he felt how wet you continued to grow. 

“So badly, please Lewis I want to cum -” 

“You cum when I say…” He added another finger as his mouth went back to the clit, sucking on the bud which only brought you closer to your high. 

“Please -”

“How good does it feel?” 

“So good Lewis, please -” 

He cut you off with his words. “You can cum now, I want you to cum all over my tongue.” As he finished he latched onto your clit again, adding more pleasure as your high finally washed over you. Lewis moaned as he felt you finish on his tongue, his hands now wrapped around your thighs, pulling you closer to him so you couldn’t squirm away as you came. “You taste like heaven, my love.” He kissed your clit one last time as he rose back to his feet. 

Whilst he held eye contact he slipped his white t-shirt off, standing before you with a smirk. Raising your hands you traced his tattoos until you reached the waistband of his trousers. A playful smile sat on your lips as you let your hands wander, watching his every expression. Lewis grew tired of your light teasing as he grabbed the hem of your dress and pulled it above your head, throwing it across your hotel room. 

His hands grabbed your boobs, pulling on your nipples as he ground his hips into yours. You gasped at his actions, your nails gently marking his skin as you raked them down his chest. His lips attached to yours before tugging on your bottom lip, the action making you moan which just allowed Lewis to slip his tongue into your mouth. One hand left your boob and made its way to your jaw, pulling you close to him. Lewis would never tire of this feeling, it was like a drug to him. 

He pulled away from your lips reluctantly before he spoke. “I want you…” He took a deep breath before meeting your gaze. “I want a baby y/n… I want one with you… now…” 

Lewis didn’t know but you’d wanted him to speak those words to you for a long time. You couldn’t imagine being with anyone else let alone starting a family with anyone else but him. 

“Well, I guess we won’t be needed these.” You held up a condom, the sight made Lewis break into a low laugh as he took it from you and threw it towards the bin in the corner of the room. 

“You don’t know how long I’ve wanted to hear you say that.” Lewis quickly undone his trousers and kicked them off to the floor along with boxers before he lined himself up with your entrance. “You sure you want this?” He asked, his eyes scanning yours for any hint of hesitance. 

“Yes… I do.” You placed a light kiss on his lips. “More than anything.” That was all the Mercedes driver needed. Lewis slowly entered you, moaning at the way you felt around him. 

His head fell on your shoulder as he pushed himself inside of you. Lewis stayed still for a second, allowing you to adjust to his size. Despite you and Lewis having been together for a few years you still always needed just a second. When you were ready you planted another kiss on his lips, a silent way of telling him you were ready. Lewis moved his head from the crook of your neck to look at you as he pulled out and thrust back inside of you. He always loved the way your eyes widened at the feel of him. 

Lewis started at a steady pace, slowly bringing your hips closer to his as he fucked you on the table. “You feel so good around me…” He moaned as his hands pulled your legs to wrap around his waist, allowing him to fuck you deeper. 

“God…” 

“God can’t help you now sweetheart.” He slowly picked up the pace as he spoke. 

“I wouldn’t want him to.” As you finished your words he suddenly picked you up with him still inside of you and carried you to the bed. Normally Lewis would throw you down and turn you over so he could fuck you from behind but this time things were different. This time the two of you weren’t fucking for fun but to start a family with one another. He set you down on the bed before he started moving again. One hand dipped to your clit, slowly circling it knowing he’d bring you to another high very quickly. 

His head fell to your chest, taking your right nipple into his mouth, tugging on the bud with every thrust. Your hands went to his back and struggling to find a grip you dragged your nails along his skin. Lewis twitched slightly at your actions, a low moan escaping his lips as he suddenly started to fuck you harder. He moved his mouth from your nipple to your neck, suppressing his moans he latched onto your skin which only made you dig your nails deeper into him. “Fuck…” You heard him groan as he sped up even more. His mouth soon left your neck, a smirk on his lips as he admired the new mark that would let the world know who you belonged to. 

Lewis moved his hands to your hips, thrusting yourself onto his cock. You knew he was close so you wrapped your legs around his hips, pulling him closer to you whilst your hands now found his braids once again, tugging as your lips met but you struggled to keep up with his kisses as his cock hit you in places you never knew it could reach. “You’re so cute trying to compose yourself… when we both know all you want to do is scream my name.” 

“Lewis please…”

“Please what?” A wicked smile found its way to his lips as he started to play with your clit again. “Oh come on sweetheart you didn’t think I would let you cum again without begging for me, did you?” 

“Who says I’ll cum first?” You tried to sound confident but the sudden grip on your left thigh which was now being thrown over his shoulder told him another story. “Fuck Lewis!”

“Louder…” His gaze was stern on you as fucked you at the new angle. “And you will cum, just not yet. I want you to cum when I do… understand?”

Your eyes fluttered open as you spoke. “Yes -”

“Yes what?” He suddenly stopped thrusting but his fingers still worked on your clit, making you squirm. Lewis held your hips down with his free hand so you couldn’t move, his eyes still boring into yours as he spoke again. “I can’t hear you y/n…”

“Yes Sir -”

“Yes Sir what?”

“I won’t cum until you do Sir.” 

“Such a good girl.” He pecked your lips before he started to thrust inside of you again. Both of your moans filled the hotel room, not caring how loud the two of you were being as you inched closer to your high. Lewis had begun to slow his pace down ever so slightly, a small sign that you knew he was close. He set your leg down but made sure you kept your legs wrapped around his waist as he added more pressure on your clit.

“Lewis… I’m so close…”

“I know…” He moaned slightly. “So am I… cum when I tell you…”

“Yes Sir.” He always smiled at the use of the petname. 

“Good girl…” Your hands clung onto his back as he spoke again. “I want you to cum, now… I want you to cum all over my cock, you gonna do that for me?” 

“Fuck yes… Lewis…” You bit his shoulder to cover up your moans as he took one final thrust before he came inside of you. The feeling triggered your high, you came around him which only made him spill more inside of you. He fell onto your chest, not wanting to pull out. 

The pair of you lay there together, the only thing filling the air was your light breathless moans. Your nails traced his back tattoos as you kissed his forehead. “You’re amazing…” Lewis moaned into your shoulder, making you laugh as he slowly sat up. Still inside he planted a kiss on your lips as he moved your hair out of your face. He took in your features, grinning like the Cheshire cat. “You always look so beautiful after sex.” 

“You don’t look too bad yourself.” Your hand cupped his jaw. 

“Glad you noticed.” He winked before he slowly pulled out. He fell beside you on the bed, his hand now falling to your stomach. 

“You know I won’t be pregant yet.” You arched your brow at him. 

“Oh I know but I can still imagine when you will be.” His eyes met yours. “And I can’t wait.” 

“Neither can I.” You shared another kiss when his phone suddenly rang. Jumping apart he looked down at the bedside table to see his brother calling him. 

“Shit… what's the time?” He looked over at you with a panicked look. 

“Umm…” You glanced over to your phone. “Seven twenty-six… why?” 

“We’re twenty-six minutes late to that dinner…” His expression suddenly changed to a sly one. “Was worth it though.”

“Yeah?” You quickly got up to grab your clothes. “Try explaining that to not only your parents but mine.” Lewis smiled at your reaction before he sent you a wink. 

“They’ll work it out in nine months.” 

Hey…

Can I request where both Lewis and the reader have baby fever and it gets a little (or maybe a lot)smutty ❤️‍🔥

Hello :) Thank you for your request, you can read it here.

Enjoy ;) <3

I'M SO HAPPY FOR HIM, HE DESERVES IT SO MUCH

𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐒𝐂𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 | 𝐋𝐇𝟒𝟒

SUMMARY: Y/N always felt frustrated for being the only person in her group of friends who hadn't yet found her soulmate and as a result, still saw the world in black and white. At twenty-five, she should have already found it, but apparently she was looking in the wrong places.

An incident on the streets of London made her world turn upside down, or rather, take on new colors.

She loved her friends, God knew how much she loved them, but she hated that moment of the conversation. All eyes were on her and there was so much expectation in the air that it left her feeling suffocated. Y/N had no problem being the center of attention, her profession taught her that, but damn, she hated being the center of her friends' attention.

"How was the date? Can you see the colors yet?!" One of her closest friends asked, Kimberly placed her face in both hands and looked at Y/N anxiously.

Y/N let out an exhausted sigh, she hated that conversation, she hated her love life, she hated being the only one in her group of friends who was still single and seeing the world in black and white.

No one knew how, but humanity was born with a condition where they saw the world in black and white from birth, and could only see the world in color after meeting their soulmate. And Y/N still didn't know her soulmate, a fact that was always — and very inconveniently — remembered at brunches on Fridays.

"No, actually it was horrible, he only talked about himself and he still has a strange relationship with his mother. I was like? You're almost thirty-five and you still live with mom?" She spoke, the irritation clear in her tone. "I asked if his mom still made his cereal, and he said yes!"

"Urgh, that's horrible girl, I'm glad he wasn't chosen, can you imagine having to share him with your mother-in-law? Uh, that would be terrible." Kim said, making a disgusted face, the other girls agreed. "And how are you with this, my dear?"

Y/N took a deeper breath, in recent years she had been a little obsessed with the idea of finding her soulmate, especially after witnessing her friends find their ideal matches and her remaining single.

"I'm entering the acceptance phase, maybe this soulmate thing isn't for me? I'm going to focus on my career from now on, I'll be changing positions in a few days, so I'm going to leave this soulmate thing on the back burner" Y/N replied, playing with her wine in her glass. Seeing the world in black and white wasn't so bad anymore.

"And you intend to spend the rest of your life alone?" Jessie questioned in a sad tone, as much as you hated this type of conversation, you appreciated your friends' concern. "We will be with you always, but baby you can't be alone."

"Jes, I promise I'm okay with this, maybe it'll show up when I'm not expecting it, I'll just let things flow however they want. Don't worry about me, really" she gave a reassuring smile. "Tell us how your couple's vacation was"

Y/N's tactic of changing the subject worked and Jessie seemed to glow while talking about her fiancé. She was really happy for her friends, most of them had been through bad relationships, filled with toxicity, abusive behavior and everything bad. It was good to see friends happy in healthy, loving relationships.

By the time brunch was over, it was long past 5pm and she still had almost five boxes to organize. Y/N's love life was horrible, but the rest seemed to be going perfectly, she had just been promoted at work, with managed to buy a new, larger apartment in a good residential area of London. If it weren't for the absence of her soulmate, Y/N's life would be perfect.

Y/N didn't care if she didn't have a soulmate, her life was perfect, everything was fine.

The week wasn't turning out as Lewis expected,the training had not been good, the car was not performing as he wanted and to improve, there was a hydraulic leak in his house, forcing him to move to a nearby hotel. Lewis was stressed about the move and Roscoe was still sick. Everything that week culminated in chaos.

He strapped the belt into Roscoe's carrier in the back seat, worried about the dog, who was sniffling tiredly.

"We're already going to the vet, buddy. You're going to get better, I promise" he said, stroking the lower part of his jaw before closed the car and got into the driver's seat, exchanging messages with the veterinarian, explaining Roscoe's symptoms. The path to the veterinary clinic was relatively close to the hotel, but Lewis didn't trust walking with Roscoe sick, and the possibility of being approached by fans on the street would end up slowing him down.

It wasn't a habit and Lewis was a conscious urban driver, he was cautious in traffic, but that was an atypical day, he was worried about Roscoe and paying little attention to traffic, the to the point of crossing a closed sign and hitting a car at the intersection. Lewis cursed before getting out of the car and saw that it was his fault for the crash, he checked the condition of the car's bumper, nothing had been done to his car, but there was a medium crack in the bumper of the other car.

"Are you crazy?! You don't know how to drive?! It was closed to you!" Lewis sighed and looked at the girl.

A strange itch made his skin crawl and a strange pain appeared in his head. Little by little, the gray faded from his vision, It was strange to see things coloring in front of your eyes, and as the colors appeared, a small headache spread. Lewis didn't even listen to the angry girl in front of him. She was angry about the damage to her car and apparently hadn't laid eyes on it yet.

Y/N rested her hands on the pictures looking at the damage to her car, that was all she needed to crown the week as bad. She took a deep breath and faced the person who caused the accident. Her eyes burned as the black and white was replaced by strange colors, and the headache that people always cited also grew at the base of her skull.

Of course she would meet her soulmate in a situation as strange as that!

a/n: I was ready to write something about soulmates weeks ago, or about hananaki, but this theme won over me, and this one came to celebrate Lewis' victory in the home race. I hope to be able to post the oneshot that is in drafts today, cheer for me girls!

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𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐒𝐂𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 | 𝐋𝐇𝟒𝟒 🔸𝑨 𝒄𝒐𝒍𝒐𝒓𝒇𝒖𝒍 𝒇𝒖𝒄𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒍𝒅

SUMMARY: Y/N always felt frustrated for being the only person in her group of friends who hadn't yet found her soulmate and as a result, still saw the world in black and white. At twenty-five, she should have already found it, but apparently she was looking in the wrong places.

An incident on the streets of London made her world turn upside down, or rather, take on new colors.

intro

The first thing Lewis thought was that he would have to inform his entire team about this, there would be new training sessions, he would have to study the FIA rules for drivers who could see colors. As if his life wasn't already tumultuous enough.

"Uh, you're Lewis Hamilton..." The woman murmured, taking in the whole thing. "I collided with Lewis Fucking Hamilton"

"Well, yes, that's what happened..." He said and his mind clicked, Roscoe was still in the car, sick and in need of care. "Can you take my phone number? I have to take Roscoe to the vet, but we'll need to discuss the crash and the soulmate thing..."

"Mhm yes, of course" she captured the cell phone in the back pocket of her jeans shorts and and waited for his action, Lewis brought his device closer to hers and shared his contact.

"Call me, please. I will pay for the damage." He said, returning to the driver's seat.

"Yes, yes I'll call... But I think that's the least of our problems."

"Really... But don't forget to call me, I insist." He said, waving as he entered. Y/N sighed and got into her car quickly, as a traffic cop was already approaching and she didn't need a ticket to end that week.

The journey to the new apartment was made in a few minutes, but her mind was still in a trance. She had crashed a car with Lewis Hamilton and discovered he was her fucking soulmate. She was the soulmate of the seven-time Formula One champion, a top star in the sport. How ironic could fate be? Less than four days ago, she went on a terrible date with a terrible guy, hoping to finally find her perfect match — thank the universe it wasn't him! — and today she almost accidentally collided with her predestined one.

She felt like she was in a romance movie script, or a fanfic, at the very least.

She didn't even know what to expect when her friends found out... And what would her family say?

"You're getting ahead of yourself, girl. You met today, take it easy" she murmured to herself, pressing her fingers on the steering wheel, already stopped in front of her new condominium. "Things will happen as they have to, relax!”

She tried to ignore the new event in her life as she entered the building's garage, focusing on Lewis Hamilton at that moment wouldn't organize her apartment.

Far away, Lewis accompanied Roscoe on a series of exams, his mind was divided between concern for the pet and the unexpected meeting with his soulmate, Lewis didn't even ask her name, his mother would lecture him if she knew how rude he had been.

"The tests didn't show anything big, Mr. Hamilton, he just has a cold, combined with the jet leg, in a few days, with plenty of hydration and proper nutrition, Roscoe will be fine again" the veterinarian said, handing over a box of canine vitamins and supplements, which would help the dog's recovery. "But call me if something goes wrong"

Lewis felt instantly more relieved, Roscoe had taken the medication and was already showing significant improvement, and this made the pilot's heart much lighter. While stroking Roscoe's short fur, Lewis finally realized how confusing everything was: he was seeing the real colors of the world and there was a huge headache growing in his brain, i.e, he really had no idea how he managed to get to the clinic. Maybe he was on autopilot mode, however, with his adrenaline dropping, Lewis had no idea how he would get back to the hotel, okay, he knew the streets of London like no one else, but things changed and the colors left him confused.

He had a little trouble identifying his bank's app on his cell phone, the screen was surprisingly bright and colorful, he had no idea that everything had so much color. He placed Roscoe in the carrier and called whoever could save him at that moment.

"Nick, I need help, man."

Her head was pounding with a headache that was difficult to deal with, she had trouble getting things out of the boxes, everything was shining in bright colors that she had no idea how to deal with. Seeing colors was something she had longed for since she was fifteen, but damn she didn't expect it to be this bad! He collapsed on the sofa, feeling the world spinning around him and a part of his skull throbbing, by God that was horrible!

The world was extremely colorful, she didn't know how to discern anything, the letters were lost among the colors and she thought she had returned to the literacy period. Uh, there was so much to be done, she would have to go to some medical appointments to check if everything was ok with her new condition, she would have to learn the name of each color, and wow, there were so many! She was already tired.

"I found my soulmate" she said softly, staring at the blissfully white wall. "My soulmate is none other than Lewis Hamilton... God, I don't know if I'm ready..."

She needed to tell someone and grabbed her cell phone, cursing her choice as the bright colors flickered on the screen, causing discomfort in her eyes and increasing her headache. Jessie was his immediate contact.

"I love you, but fuck, it better be important, I was about to have a wonderful afternoon of intense sex and-..."

"I found him.

The silence grew between the two and it didn't take long for it to be replaced by a genuine scream of happiness.

"OH MY GOD Y/N! ARE YOU KIDDING ME?!" Jessie exclaimed, it was easy to see that she was smiling while shouting into the phone. "When was it? Tell me everything!"

Y/N massaged her forehead, trying to ease the headache, but she knew it was worth it, Jessie was her closest friend, her most loyal and she deserved to be the first to know. And Kimberly too, the two of them have always been very firm pillars throughout her life, Y/N needed to tell both of them.

"I thought you were about to have an afternoon of intense sex..."

"Lan knows that I love him, but he also knows that you're my girl and have priority in my life, so he can accept... Actually he is playing now, so tell me everything, don’t hide absolutely ANYTHING from me!”

"Okay, I'll add Kimberly to the call, she deserves to know too."

"Great, perfect!"

It didn't take long for the third girl to appear on the call, from the residual noise, Kimberly was in the middle of work. The keyboard clicked non-stop.

"Is important? I'm trying to finish some spreadsheets here."

"She found him!" Jessie stepped forward, and they heard Kimberly freeze, with no keyboard sound in the background.

"Are you guys serious?"

"Absolutely yes, Kim! She found him today!"

"I would scream if I could! I'm so, so happy you found your perfect match, Y/N! You deserve so much!" She said sincerely, making his heart warm again, Y/N had amazing friends. "Tell us how it went, we need the details."

"Today was such a strange day that it deserves a podium" she said and giggled at the joke, which would only make sense when telling who her soulmate was. "I was in the process of moving boxes from one apartment to another and when I was carrying the last two, I got involved in a car crash near the center.

"Are you well? Did you have any injuries? Did the idiot cover the insurance deductible?"

"We didn't get to discuss it because the guy who hit me is my soulmate."

"Oh, that changes things, but he still has to pay for his car."

"Jes, love.. he can buy me a new car, no problem" Y/N laughed, still in disbelief about it.

“You’re not telling me something, Y/N, you can spill the details, girl.”

"Yeah, I'm feeling it too, tell me everything"

"Are you sitting?"

"I didn't even get out of bed, tell me soon"

"Yes, yes, now speak!"

"I collided with Lewis fucking Hamilton"

Again silence appeared in the conversation before a scream echoed through the device.

"FUCK, I DON'T BELIEVE! I'M FREAKING OUT HERE Y/N!" Jessie couldn't contain herself, and Y/N laughed a little, she would have screamed too if it weren't for her head hurting.

"Jes, please calm down, you're going to blow out my headphones, or worse, my eardrums!" Kim scolded.

"Okay, I'm calm now, I promise! But tell me, how are you? Does your head hurt? How is the color reception in your eyes?"

"Regarding him? I don't know, I know him through the media and I've seen him several times on TV, so that left me confused" she confessed, playing with the ring on her finger. "I have a terrible headache and looking at everything makes me even more sore."

"Uh and I'm screaming like crazy, I'm sorry baby"

"The colors are strange, I didn't imagine they would be so... Vibrant" She said, letting her head fall onto the couch and closing her eyes. The headache eased a little and she breathed a sigh of relief. "And surprising everyone, I don't know what to expect from this."

"I would be surprised if you knew how to deal, you are the soulmate of Lewis Hamilton, the national hero in Formula One" Jessie said. "And for the rest we will be there tomorrow to help you"

"We definitely will, you're not going to go through this alone" Kimberly reaffirmed "and have you spoken to him yet?"

"Not yet, I'm scared"

"Fair enough, I would be too, in fact I was too, so it's normal to be scared, how about we eat pizza tonight? I think this conversation needs to be in person, and we can still help you talk to him" Kim suggested.

"Kim, you're a damn angel! I'll take the wine and chocolate!" Jessie said before taking her leave.

"I'll bring ice cream, God knows how much we'll need it today" Kim pointed out. "And please Y/N, take a painkiller for your headache, it won't go away because you had only brief contact with him, but it will help make it bearable, if that's possible... So get some sleep until tonight, we'll be there at 8pm.

"Don't worry, I'll be asleep in minutes, I'm exhausted. See you later, Kim"

Y/N crawled into the bed, which luckily she had already left tidy, with clean sheets and pillowcases, as well as new blankets, she fell asleep before she could cover herself properly.

At the hotel, Lewis had a hot water bottle on his forehead and Roscoe rested calmly on his lap. Nicolas paced back and forth inside the room.

"Your headache won't go away until you talk to her properly," Nicolas said, looking at his brother. "Do you have her phone number?

Lewis took the thermal bag off his head and checked his phone begrudgingly, he was hating the phone with all his might, "No call log, I won't force her space, she will call me when she is comfortable"

"Lew, right now she has as much of a headache as you do, so I don't think she's comfortable."

Lewis knew, he was aware of all the processes since he was thirteen, and he always thought he was prepared, but the reality was different from the theory. No one had said that the headache was unbearable and the colors would be uncomfortable at first.

"I know, I know, but we were taken by surprise and I don't want to pressure anything"

Nicolas sat next to his brother.

"How are you with all this?"

"I don't know? I always thought the soulmate thing was overrated, people 'destined' to love each other? A beautiful film script"

"And you still think that after you found her?"

"I don't really know... I think something clicked, but it's weird."

"Of course it is, you've found the person of your life, it's not a normal thing, after all and whoever runs this soulmate business, has no flaws."

Lewis sighed, Nick was right. Destined relationships were not included in the statistics of toxic relationships. Only couples formed by people who were not destined ended badly. There were hundreds of news stories talking about people not destined for toxic and abusive relationships and marriages. Lewis rolled his eyes - and then regretted it, it clicked painfully in his brain, soulmates were perfect halves destined to find each other. A meeting of souls, literally.

No relationship was one hundred percent perfect, but when it came to soulmates, things were less likely to fail, as there was natural complicity, love and everything that Lewis thought was nonsense. He never believed he would find his destiny, but there he was, feeling terrible headaches from a slightly reactive and unknown woman.

Fuck, everything was a fucking mess.

a/n: I'm really enjoying writing this series, everything is a mess, there's still a lot of things to happen and I'm VERY EXCITED HERE. My mind is working at 100km/h! This theme of soulmates really got me, I'm surrendered here (⁠╥⁠﹏⁠╥⁠)♡

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Endless Summer Nights | LH44

pairing: Lewis Hamilton x fem!reader

summary: A sleepy afternoon, music from the eighties playing on the radio and the memories made Lewis wonder why they couldn't have it all again.

cw: Angst, abrupt ending, obscenity, oral f!receiving, nostalgia, a little resentment and pain. Possibility of reconciliation

a/n: I've been listening to this song non-stop for days and I knew I needed to write something about it and it would be with Lewis, my slight obsession with him has been a bit high since he won. The music is extremely nostalgic and the story needed to revolve around some memories, so this is going to be a little sad. Enjoy!!

soundtrack: Endless Summer Nights – Richard Marx

❝We can have it all again

Say that you'll be with me❞

He rarely allowed himself to enjoy his day off without worrying about what day it was or what he should do. That morning, he decided that he would have a lazy day, without obligations, without spending time at the gym, Lewis wanted to read a little, maybe practice a little piano or enjoy a few hours of sun on the balcony of your house, looking out over the Monte Carlo harbor.

He left some books on the porch bench, made a pitcher of iced tea and sweet cookies and turned on the radio, he hated being without music. Lewis lay down on the porch chaise and chose one of the books. He had been trying to finish One Hundred Years of Solitude for a few weeks, but he never had the time or mental energy to continue. But that day he was willing to read, even if it was just a few chapters; he felt Roscoe lie down under his foot, where where conveniently the bulldog would get a cuddle every now and then. Lewis adjusted his cap, poured a large glass of iced tea, and opened the book.

Pink paper fell from the pages of the book, Richard Marx started singing on the radio, and Lewis thought it was all a strange coincidence.

“Summer came and left without a warning

All at once I looked and you were gone

And now you're looking back at me

Searching for a way that we can be like we were before„

He took the post-it, recognizing Y/N's simple and elegant handwriting, Lewis remembered that the book had been her book and that Y/N had a habit of putting little notes in unexpected places.

'A bad pick-up line to start the day, how about that? Lew, the day is good, but it will never be as good as you. Okaay, that was pretty bad *laughs* But it's the intention that matters, isn't it? Have a great workout, my champion and show everyone why you're the best in this sport, bae ♡'

Lewis read the note with a sinking heart, a year ago, these notes were part of Lewis' routine, he used to find them in the most unexpected places, like on the milk carton, in his suitcase or on Roscoe's collar, Y/N kept one rule: pink for cute notes, yellow for reminding him of appointments like doctor's appointments and dates and blue for something he had already forgotten. A year ago he was having a terrible performance on the tracks, but he still had Y/N with him. Now his performance was improving and Lewis no longer had Y/N around.

Realizing that there were no more post-its stuck around the house or finding one of her lipsticks among her toiletry bags was strangely uncomfortable.

Months ago:

"You need to be quiet, I don't want to cut you" Y/N said holding the razor, Lewis laughed but obeyed her, heYou need to be quiet, I don't want to cut you" Y/N said holding the razor, Lewis laughed but obeyed her, the pilot rested his hands on her waist and began to trace small circles on her soft skin, humming as she held his jaw to slide the razor over his skin.

Lewis watched her face closely, there was a wrinkle of concentration between her eyebrows and Y/N bit the tip of her tongue, looking at the place where she carefully removed shaving foam. A few minutes later, she would wipe off the remaining foam with a hot towel and evaluate her work.

"It was good for someone who did it for the first time." She said, turning Lewis' face to get all the product off.

"Once again I'm taking your virginity here, darling" Lewis said and laughed as she threw the towel in his face. "You can't say I lied here."

"If someone had told me you were that arrogant, I wouldn't have gone to that restaurant." Y/N rolled her eyes and washed her hands, seeing Lewis approaching in the mirror's reflection.

"You hurt my heart like that, bae" Lewis spoke, resting his hand on his chest theatrically, unable to convince the girl with his drama. "Why do you want to break my heart?"

She laughed and turned to kiss him quickly "we both know I can't break your heart, bae."

And with that said, she pushed Lewis into the bedroom, where they both fell onto the bed and were met with licks from Roscoe.

At the moment.

Lewis sighed, still holding the note, Y/N had said no, but she had managed to break his heart.

Roscoe sniffed, tucking his nose under Lewis's chin, making him even more sure that Roscoe was thinking about her too.

"I know, I know, I miss her too..." He confessed, after months. The book was forgotten and Lewis stared at the horizon, seeing the water shining with sunlight, leaving Monte Carlo golden like a dream. He wondered where Y/N was at that moment, he thought if she had gotten that job at the publisher of her dreams, and that made his mind click, Lewis didn't know anything about Y/N anymore.

And that was so strange, because before, he knew everything Y/N did, nothing in her life went unnoticed by the pilot and Lewis had Y/N's calendar shared on his cell phone and today he didn't even know where she lived.

“And I remember how you loved me

Time was all we had until the day we said goodbye

I remember every moment of those endless summer nights„

Months ago:

A loud moan overcame the noise of the shower and she felt like she was about to collapse, Lewis was squeezing her thighs so hard that there would be lilac bruises on her skin the next day.

Sweat mixed with water, she was tired and her body could no longer take Lewis's advances, but he was willing to leave her exhausted.

"Lew- love.. I don't... I can't take it anymore" she said, trying to push him away, but Lewis held her in place, keeping his tongue on Y/N's sensitive clit. "Lewis, fuck... Please!"

“Just one more, bae” he said, kissing the spot of nerves, Y/N almost fell if he wasn’t holding her, she was on the edge. "I know you can give me one more, huh?"

She whimpered, pulling her hips away, trying to get Lewis away from her hypersensitive pussy, but he pulled her back and sucked her clit, making her scream.

"I'm... I-" her voice was lost in her own moan, she sank her nails into Lewis' muscular shoulders and rubbed herself against him, chasing her own orgasm. "Fucking God!"

Lewis moaned in appreciation as he sucked out every drop of her orgasm, savoring the taste of her on your tongue . He climbed her trembling body with kisses and sweet hickeys until he actually kissed her, Y/N clung to him eagerly and responded to the kiss, still tired.

"I knew you could give me one more," he said arrogantly. He kissed the curve of her neck as he caressed Y/N's body, holding her against him, enjoying the way the curves of the girl's body fit his. "Can we get out of here now?"

"But and you?" She mumbled the question, holding the hard penis in her hand, Lewis moaned softly but pulled away.

"I'm fine, this was about you and your success in the final exams" he assured, leaving a sweet kiss on her mouth. "You taking pleasure is my pleasure, bae."

"But Lew..." She stammered between his kisses. "I want to make you cum too."

"We're going to miss our reservation at the restaurant, Y/N..." He warned, but didn't step back, he let her continue pumping his cock slowly.

"No maître d' would refuse Sir Lewis Hamilton in his restaurant" she said with a small smile and jumped into his lap."

At the moment.

He stood up, overwhelmed with memories, he and Y/N had it all, damn it. Things were perfect until... Until the moment they stopped being and Lewis couldn't understand where the breaking point was. One morning he woke up with a note stuck to his pillow, the cupboards empty and Roscoe lying sadly next to the door. Just one morning to turn your world upside down, leaving everything in a mess and bringing chaos into your life.

He kept the last post-it, along with all the others, he still remembered what was written and how few words sank his heart into an endless hole.

'I'm sorry Lewis, I can't do it anymore... I'm not enough for your world, I'm sorry it took me so long to understand that the space between us was too big.'

He wanted to understand where he hinted that she wasn't enough, he wanted to understand when his world started to suffocate her. Lewis wanted to go back in time and stop this from ending them both, from destroying them.

By God, he loved that woman, even when she left, even when she blocked him on all social media and avoided him like he was the devil.

Roscoe whimpered and Liverpool Express came on the radio, Monaco shone less and his heart broke even more.

Lewis wanted to know about her, where she was, if she was okay. Only God and Roscoe knew how miserable he was, and it became even more so when he remembered the moments they had. He took out his cell phone and searched for her contact, hoping that Y/N had unlocked it, something.

The cell phone rang once, twice, three times until she answered, Lewis didn't let her speak, the question escaped his mouth before he could think.

"Why?"

"Lewis...?" Silence reverberated between the two, opening some old wounds, causing some new ones. "I-I thought I deleted my contact."

He laughed wryly, still staring at a spot in the city below him.

"I didn't even throw your post-its away, let alone your number..." He confessed, waiting. "How are you now, bae?"

"No.. don't call me that, please."

He swallowed hard, maybe Y/N had someone else and he was messing up her life, chasing a past that wouldn't come back. He thought about hanging up and was about to do so when she said:

"I-I'm fine... As far as possible of course... Congratulations on Silverstone, I know how much you deserved this podium."

He clicked his tongue.

"Are you working at that publishing company you wanted?" He asked, playing with the post-it, trying to dispel his anxiety. "I hope so, you're a damn good publisher, they couldn't turn down your talent"

"Oh Lewis..." Hearing that broke Y/N in half, she started crying immediately and Lewis tried to patch things up.

"Holy shit, I'm sorry Y/N, I didn't mean to... You're right, I need to delete your contact and leave all this behind."

She asked Lewis between sobs not to hang up and he waited until she finally calmed down, the crying ended and small sobs appeared, creating more cracks in his heart. Lewis didn't even understand how he could hurt her, how he had ruined things between them.

"I got some messages about... About how different we are, I wasn't in a good place and I didn't want to burden you, so I let it go, tried to ignore it." Y/N said her voice was brittle and filled with pain. "But my friends got all the spam too, my family said they were getting letters about us... It wasn't the right thing, but I couldn't let it fall on you, things were bad in Formula One and it would only make you more stressed."

"And how exactly did breaking my heart help me? How did leaving out of the blue without giving me an explanation make me better at racing?" He couldn't stop the bitterness from emerging in every word, burning like poison in his and Y/N's veins.

"I know, I know! I tried to tell you everything, clarify things, but I was embarrassed... Lewis, I was anonymous, some girl who bumped into you at a university lecture. I would hear comments about how I used your image to get my internships, or how I could stop working, since I had found my 'golden duck', I-..."

She choked, giving in to tears again.

"leaving you wasn't fair, and it was the hardest thing I've ever done, but I didn't have the courage to come back, to disturb you even more, to be a nuisance to you."

The two fell silent, letting the words sink in properly. Lewis didn't know what to think.

"I should have said, I know that... But I was embarrassed."

"Yeah, you really should have explained things," he replied, giving Roscoe a pat between the ears, still absorbing what she had said. "We would have found a way, resolved this whole mess..."

"I'm so sorry, Lew... I never wanted to hurt you or Roscoe" she laughed, still sobbing.

"You owe him a big apology, and some cookies too."

"He'll have a lifetime supply of cookies if it's up to me..."

"I can accept your apology if you go back and fix the mess you made me" he said, his heart pounding, making him even more anxious. He heard her breathing sound loudly over the phone.

"Do you... Do you want me again?"

"I would have never let you go, bae, so I guess so, I want you back, post-its and all." He assured, hearing her exhale.

"Lewis...

"I deserve to hear these apologies in person, and I deserve to be more than a memory."

"Yes, you deserve more than that..."

He was still hurt, there was a lot to be said, a lot to be resolved, but Lewis couldn't focus on these minutiae. He knew he was being hasty, forgiving her so quickly, giving his life back to her, Lewis was perfectly aware of that, but he wanted her back so bad, because fuck, Y/N had been missed so much! No one could judge him for missing the woman who shook all the pillars of his life and grabbed his heart with her fingernails.

"She's coming back, Ros... We need to maintain our posture, we're tough guys and we're not going to forgive her so easily, are we?" He said, patting the bulldog's fluffy folds firmly. "We are tough guys, she needs to fight for our forgiveness."

The doorbell rang, distracting him from his speech; Lewis took a deep breath and opened the door, and everything he had said before fell apart, because Roscoe jumped at Y/N in a euphoric manner, licking her face happily.

"Oh hi baby! I'm back" she laughed, trying to sit up while Roscoe showed all his happiness at having her back. "I missed it too, sweetheart! I swear."

"You completely ignored what I said, didn't you Roscoe?" Lewis crossed his arms, looking at the dog that snuggled into Y/N's lap and barked happily.

"And what did you say?" Y/N asked, still staring at Roscoe, smelling the dog's fragrant fur.

"That he needed to be tough and not forgive you so easily."

"Ah, I see..." She stood up, finally facing Lewis, there was so much regret and pain written on Y/N's face that it left him disconcerted. "But what about you? How's your tough guy attitude?"

"Strongly shaken, but I expected that" He confessed and pulled her into a hug, feeling things fall into place again. "I'll never let you go again"

"I don't plan on going anywhere, bae."

“Time was all we had until the day we said goodbye

I remember every moment of those endless summer nights„