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summary: after talking things out, you bump into Lewis on the weekend.
wc: 1,724
a/n: sped up the pacing bc i'm tryna wrap this up by pt 3 lol. enjoy!
Unfortunately, the next morning you fully remembered the night before. You found yourself rewinding it as you removed your work clothes (now soaked-through with bedtime sweat) to take the quickest shower you’d ever had to manage in your entire life. The look he had given you at the bar, the reluctance to take back his own jacket—did you imagine some of it? Insert a longing expression where there wasn’t one?
It would have been easier to blame everything on the alcohol if not for the unusual silence you were met with once you finally made it to the office. Lewis greeted you with a smile, of course, but he didn’t bother you with random questions or offer to pass you a snack. He stayed to his cubicle, only speaking when necessary. Naomi gave you a look as if she wanted to ask if something was up, but elected not to say anything.
Things were like this on Wednesday. Then again on Thursday. By the time Friday rolled around, you’d had enough.
“Hey, can we talk? In the break room.”
“What for? You alright?”
Lewis’ brows knit together with worry as he followed you into a small space equally as bland as the rest of the office, with one rickety folding table standing in the middle on which sat a simple coffee machine. A few packets of Swiss Miss powder and a single cup of creamer sat in the barrel of it. Thankfully, no one else was there, so you shut the door quietly behind you.
“Are we good?” You gestured between yourself and him.
He blinked. “I would hope so. Why d’you ask?”
“I dunno,” you shrugged. “You’ve just been…quiet this week.”
A thin smile spread across his lips.
“Can I not have a moment of solitude?”
You crossed your arms. “Lewis.”
“Alright, alright,” he raised his hands in surrender before dropping them to his sides, a more earnest look coloring his expression. “I thought you might want some space after Monday night.”
You opened your mouth to respond, then closed it. The haste with which you had ended that night made it seem like you were more sure than you really were that you didn’t want anything between you two. Even now, you held your mind back from imagining how that night would’ve gone if you had stayed at the bar a little longer. You shook your head.
“I told you it was fine. I don't want…” You trailed off, noticing how terse your voice had gotten. “You don't have to keep your distance, or anything.”
Lewis said nothing for a moment, studying your face the way he had that night as if he was looking for something.
“I won't, then.”
A knock at the door interrupted your conversation, followed by a familiar voice:
“Are you guys making out in there? I need coffee!”
Lewis sighed, and you looked at him with a grin before turning to open the door, revealing Charles standing in the doorway. The man had blue-ish bags beneath his eyes, dark hair sticking out in multiple directions.
“Sheesh. You look like you died twice,” you remarked, quickly moving out of the way so that he could enter. “We were just chatting.”
Lewis’ brows shot up to his hairline. “Jesus, Charles. What happened?”
He shared a dead-eyed stare between the both of you.
“Overtime.”
With solemn nods all around, you and Lewis left the breakroom, bringing your discussion to a tentative close.
He found you again at the end of the day as you packed your things to leave. His knuckles tightened around the handle of his black crossbody bag, as if he was holding on for dear life. No other part of Lewis' body language betrayed any sort of hesitation as he casually threw his jacket over his shoulder and sauntered over to your desk, sing-songing your name.
You looked up and grinned.
“Have you finally realized that you can't live without my meticulous note-taking?”
“Your handwriting is about as easy to read as a doctor's note, so no,” he said with a cheeky smile. “I was gonna ask for your number, actually.”
You frowned in confusion. “Don't you have my number?”
Lewis shook his head. “I have your personal email, which you occasionally use like a messaging app,” he raised an eyebrow, “but not your number.”
You unlocked your phone and created a new contact before handing it over to him.
“Knock yourself out.”
-
Lewis H: Hey 👋🏾
You: I don't think that emoji matches your skintone bruv
Lewis H: wowww
You: 😁
Lewis H: this convo just started and I'm already being bullied.
You: Wouldn't be me if you weren't 🫶🏾
-
The weekend rolled around, and you remembered your promise to yourself to get out more after looking in the mirror and realizing how dull your usually-warm brown skin had gotten over the winter months. This could not stand.
Luckily for you, it was nice out today—the kind of sunshine that made grass look greener and cast a golden hue over everything, like the saturation had been turned up. None of that watery winter sunlight that fooled you into thinking that the temperature had actually gone up. You wore a black sundress with a golden butterfly pattern around the skirt, short enough to make sure your legs got just as much sun as your chest and arms. Car keys in hand and purse sitting in the passenger’s seat, you set your destination to the nearest restaurant with outdoor seating.
You shifted uncomfortably on a hard folding chair as you waited for your menu to arrive, the sun having heated the metal before you got there. Just when you lifted a hand to shield your eyes from it, a man's passing shadow gave you a moment of shade. Your eyes adjusted before widening once the man's face came into view.
“Lewis?”
He stopped, loose braids whipping around his face as his head snapped in your direction. Recognition spread across his features.
“Holy shit, you exist outside of work?”
“Yup, I keep the same name and everything.
You rested your chin in your palm and gave him a once-over. Lewis wore chunkier earrings that glittered with every movement. A Cuban link chain peeked out from beneath a boxy, bright red shirt with two buttons left open to expose a patch of bronze skin. His shorts matched in color, which you found slightly amusing.
He gestured towards the empty seat in front of you. “Do you mind?”
“Go ahead.”
A waiter came around with two menus just as he sat down. He messed with the ring on his left hand—much larger and shinier than the understated band he wore around the office—and scanned the menu with a frown.
“Not finding anything?”
“Not yet. Have they got a vegan menu?”
Your lips pursed in thought as you traced your finger down your own menu.
“Shit, I don't think they do,” you said, giving Lewis an apologetic look. “Sorry about that.”
He waved his hand dismissively. “Don't worry, it's not like you've dragged me over here. I'll figure something out.”
You closed your menu and hummed, looking deep in thought.
“Did you drive here?”
“Nah, I don't live far. I actually wanted to check this place out,” he flashed a smile, “Happy coincidence that I ran into you.”
“Good,” you leaned in conspiratorially. “Can I take you somewhere else?”
Lewis’ eyes went wide. “Take me?”
You snorted, “Yes, take you. Unless you feel weird and emasculated by that—”
“No, not all!” He laughed. “I've just never had anyone offer before.”
You rose from your seat, smoothing your dress over after pushing it back in.
“I know an Ethiopian place down the street. You like spicy food?”
Lewis placed a hand over his chest, as if he had just been gravely insulted.
“What kind of man would I be if I didn't? Spices run through my bloodstream.”
Your car was parked just a couple of blocks down, a shiny black Infiniti that you never let stay dirty for more than 24 hours. You didn't notice Lewis watching the way your hips swayed in the sundress as you made your way to the driver's seat. The air filled with that spicy-woody scent that seemed to be his signature as he slid into the passenger’s side and firmly shut the door.
“How's my lil’ passenger prince doing?” You asked with a smirk, one hand resting on the wheel.
An unrecognizable look flashed across his face, and you could've sworn you saw his Adam's apple bob up and down, as if he'd just swallowed or gulped. White teeth found his bottom lip, trying and failing to hold back a smile.
“I'm all good, trust me. I actually don't love driving that much.”
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“Damn, you fuckin’ those mushrooms up!”
Lewis looked up from his plate and spoke through a mouthful of inguday tibs, the food muffling his speech. “It's amazing! You've got to try this.”
You laughed as you speared a well-seasoned vegetable with your fork and pushed your plate forward.
“Just gimme a little.”
He plopped a sizable amount of the dish onto your plate, and you added it to your fork before bringing it up to your lips to taste.
Your eyes became saucers as the spices burst in your mouth, brightened by a hint of citrus in the background.
“Yeah, this is the one,” you nodded. “If I had no home training I'd take your plate and start eating the rest of it.”
Lewis chuckled as he watched you eat. “I'll have to come back here with you then, so you can order yourself some.”
You looked up and tilted your head.
“Could I not order it on my own?”
He winked, “You could, but I'd rather be there paying for it.”
Whatever witty thing you were about to say next died on your tongue, your mouth falling open in shock. After picking your jaw up off the floor, a timid smile spread across your lips.
“Are you asking me out?”
Lewis winced, some of that confidence melting away. “That was too forward, wasn't it.”
“Considering that I'm about to make plans for next weekend? Not at all.”
He perked up. “So it's a date?”
The eagerness in his tone drove up your heart rate.
“Yes, it's a date, Hamilton. Get with the program!”
an: been a while since i have written for girl dad lewis so here’s a fic inspired by the cookie sharing with toddlers trend on tiktok :) this takes place in the hamilton girls universe
here’s an introduction to girl dad lewis <3 you can find more dad driver fics here!
While Maeve and Violet learned how to share toys and food, it was their younger sister that loathed sharing. Gracie hated it. The young girl didn’t know why she had to share, it didn’t make sense to her. Her sisters tried explaining, but everything she was told seemed awful. Sharing? Never in a million years.
You were somewhat active on tiktok so you were aware of the new trend about getting your kids to share and showed it to Lewis. So you grabbed three plates, three cookies and set up your phone to record. You placed one cookie on your plate and two cookies on Gracie’s plate.
“Think she’ll share?” Lewis asked.
“She loves you too much, of course she’s gonna give one to her daddy.” You reply. “Gracie, honey! Come here!”
Soon Gracie came in running with her plush bunny in hand. She was attached to the bunny the moment Bono gifted it to her as a birthday present. The girl then saw the plates on the table and climbed onto her mother’s lap. Once she saw it was cookies, her little eyes widened and she let out a gasp.
“Wait, wait! Okay, so this is for mum and this is for you,” Lewis pointed at the plates. “But look, baby! Daddy has none.” Lewis lifted the empty plate for Gracie to see.
The girl looked at the plate then at her mom. “You forgot daddy’s cookie!”
“There’s no more cookies, babe.” You said, hoping she would get the hint to share.
“But you have two, see?” Lewis pointed at the two cookies on Gracie’s plate. “You think daddy can have one?”
“Yeah!” Gracie nodded and instead of grabbing a cookie from her plate, she grabbed the cookie from your plate and gave it to Lewis. Her actions caused you and Lewis to burst out laughing. Gracie looked at her parents wondering what was so funny. Did she make a joke she wasn’t aware of?
“But then mommy won’t have a cookie!” You explained to the girl.
“But I have two and I’m really hungry,” Gracie tried justifying her action. “Break it.”
“Break it in half? But you have two cookies. Why don’t we give one to mommy so everyone gets one cookie.” Lewis was about grab the snack from Gracie’s plate but the girl beat him to it.
“Thank you, baby. That was really nice of you.” You placed a kiss on your daughter’s cheek.
“Yeah, but next time can you buy more cookies and I don’t have to give daddy and mommy mine? You can use daddy’s number card!” Gracie happily said as she grabbed her cookie and ate it.
The number card was the girls’ name for Lewis’ credit card.
“Sure, we can buy more cookies, but you still have to share with Mavy and Vee because sharing is a nice thing to do and they’re your sisters.” You explained to her.
“Fine. . .” The girl frowned then left with her cookie on hand.
“Well that went better than I thought!” You and Lewis laughed as you ate your cookies.
pairing lewis hamilton x female afab driver!reader
summary colapinto, hadjar.... they all can try to win lewis hamilton over but behind closed doors, you and him know that his favourite rookie will always be you, in more ways than one, even if he refuses to admit it publicly. (set right after aus 2025)
warnings 18+. smut. fingering. come swallowing, implied oral m receiving in the end (is that even a thing? idk), not mentioned but implied HUGE AGE GAP (reader is in her early 20s bcs she's a rookie yk). english is not my first language.
author's note in honor of lewis winning the sprint in china 2025 🙏🏽 NO HATE TO FRANCO OR ISACK OR ANY OF THE ROOKIES! THIS IS PURELY FICTION. this came to me at 5am after having a dream about lewis. that's it that's all i'm gonna say lmfao
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you are not the jealous type. and in this case, you don't even have the right to be.
but you are no liar either so to pretend like you were fine with lewis giving out compliments and lifting up these rookies since last year for doing absolutely nothing were not getting to you would be the lie of the century.
the way lewis vouches for franco colapinto saying that he’ll be doing everything in his power to make sure the argentinian has a seat this year to how instantly isack hadjar have earned the love and approval from not only formula 1 fans around the world but from lewis' father himself.
while lewis never even acknowledges you publicly, as if you never existed. in a world where everbody seems to be willing to kiss his feet for only a split second of him glancing at their way, you were the opposite. the one rookie who always goes toe to toe with him on track since your debut in 2024. always calling him out in his bullshit. on the nice guy persona he puts on in front of the media, knowing he's anything but, whether in public or in bed.
like right now.
it's merciless, the way he has been depriving you from your release for the past 15 minutes. two calloused fingers, decorated by his expensive rings, deep inside you more than anyone has even been. his other hand holding you by your stomach from behind, your back plastered against his inked chest. legs spread open for him on his thick thighs, his pulsing length pressing against your back. his hot breath blowing against your neck from behind, murmuring dirty whispers that you're unable to properly digest, as digits continue to tease you.
"told you i'll give you what you need. you just have to be patient. but you just had to be a brat, didn't you?"
"i have been patient." you bite back with an attitude, your sentence carries a double entendre. though he can tell how your voice was wavering more and more with every second that passed.
"really? you want me to believe you're a good driver, for me to praise you in front of those journalists and yet you've done nothing to earn it. just like how you've nothing to deserve to come."
his fingers pick up the pace, the pad of his thumb flicking lazily over your already sensitive clit. you mewl, your body melting under his touch.
"i.... i won. i b-beat you. isn't that worthy of some kind of praise? p4 in a williams, against p10 in a ferrari." you try to argue back, but as his fingers fasten its speed, you find it harder and harder to form words.
lewis chuckles, a deep vibration from his chest that leaves his lips near your ear sending chills down your back.
"sweetheart, you had a lucky day. you won't be having one again."
you ruined australia for him, just like you have always did in almost every race since last year. but 2025 is different. melbourne was his first race in red. he had come to the city with a firm determination that nothing and no one can ruin his chance of becoming the most feared driver on the grid anymore. he will make the 8th championship dream a reality. no more mercedes, no more of those pieces of crap they called a car. he will be having a good time with ferrari.
but you.... you and your bitchy attitude thinking you own the track, that you are better than everyone else. always getting in his way. he could have stood on the podium, scoring at least a p3 if you didn't ruin it for him.
he knows why you're doing this though. you are a good driver, he knows that. but everybody knows from the get go that you won't have a future with a team like haas if you stay with them in 2025. and it would be a damn shame to waste this kind of talent on another lower tier team. you needed a boost. a lift from a figure influential enough within formula 1 to help the other teams see your potential.
that's what you've been trying to do. to earn lewis' approval publicly, as colapinto has done. yes, he still ends up as alpine reserve driver but it's not only about that. he took every chance he's got to be around lewis, talk to him, leaving a lasting impression on the brit.
how were you ever able to do that when colapinto has already taken those chances?
that's the thing about you. despite your bratty attitude and cocky nature, you still desperately want approval from him. from him and only him. from the greatest of all formula 1. the man whose name is bigger than the sport itself.
you didn't have a choice. maybe by doing this the hard way, you'll get to make lewis see you, acknowledging you. and the hard way in question is on track, sometimes crashing against him and in bedroom, literally getting him hard for you.
you don't even remember how it started. first you were banging on his hotel room, the next you were spread out on his lap, him shutting you up with his fingers so far up your guts.
like right now.
you want to tell him that he's wrong. that you've proven yourself worthy of praise more than once. you were on the podium last year only a few races in your rookie year, driving a goddamn haas. but then he curls his long, nimble fingers inside you and you forget everything you were thinking about and all you can think about is how you're craving for more.
it's frustrating the effect that he has on you. his british accent. that deep, velvety voice that you fantasized about whispering the filthiest things that you wish he'd do to you in your dreams. that million dollar, ego-filled smirk decodating his lips as he keeps you on edge.
"i'm- f-fuck, i'm a lot better than you think i am."
"yeah? and you could be better, even in a williams. if you just lower your goddamn ego for a minute, i'll be more than happy to teach you, take you under my wing, give you what you want, as long as you know your place."
and that's the thing about him. he's well aware of the impact he has on you. on everybody. he knows how the only approval you strive for is his. desperate for it even. he knows with one good comment, all the attention from the top tier teams would shift on you. they would have eyes, watching your performances. because when lewis hamilton, the seven times world champion says that you're good, a lot of people would be curious to see if he's right.
and it's not only praises about your performances on track that you've been desperate to get an approval of, it's in bed as well. he found it amusing at first, how you're so easy to read. how easy it is to reduce you to nothing but a whimpering mess without having to do much. how deep down you're desperate for his attention, to be a good girl for him.
"i d-dont need you to be my teacher, i don't need your charity." you say, stubborn as ever but just as quickly, he curls his fingers against that spongy spot inside you and you whimper.
"yeah? and who, since their first race practically followed me around the paddock like a puppy, chasing for my attention, hmm? you say you don't want my charity and yet you let me fuck you stupid every week after practice hoping i'll talk about you during press. and i haven't. and you still let me come inside you."
fuck. how the hell does he always know what to say to rile you up? he's always be spawning these facts that you couldn't even deny because they are true. not to mention, the number of times you came to his hotel room just to try to get him to say something. anything that might imply that you're at the very least, a good driver. and the number of times you were on your hands and knees in order to make it happen, letting him play with you however he pleases, only to be lead to disappointment before qualification and race day, receiving absolutely othing as reward from him.
and you hate yourself for always coming back to him, doing the exact same thing, and let yourself getting your hopes up for something that you knew would take miracle to happen.
worse, you hate yourself for getting addicted to him now.
"i hate you." you tell him through gritted teeth but it sounds so weak even you don't believe what you were saying.
"yeah? and do you usually let the people you hate touch you like this?" he replies smartly with a chuckle before withdrawing his fingers, much to your dismay. the empty feeling only makes you even more needy, silently begging to be filled again but before you can complain, he's shifting you, placing you down flat on the bed, your back on the sheets and he's between your legs in a matter of seconds.
"you hate that you need me so damn much, isn't that right? you just couldn't get enough anymore." he teases. you glare at him while simultaneously letting out a whine.
none of what he just said was wrong.
"i don't need you." you deny stubbornly, telling him the exact opposite of what you were just thinking about.
"yeah? and if i ask you to spread your legs for me, you'd do it, wouldn't you? anything for my attention, to please me."
you want to hate him. you want to fucking kill him. to punch him in the face. make him bleed. make him regret for toying with you like this. you want to deny him. you want to push him off and make him see that he really doesn't have any power over you. but then, he sucks a hickey on that sweet spot on your neck and whispers in your ear....
"please?"
fuck.
your mind goes blank.
you couldn't stop the whimper from leaving your lips. his plea is what did it to you. the way his voice goes from firm and commanding to soft and pleading and the way you're unable to deny him anything when he's like this. or ever. a pair of big brown eyes fluttering slightly, his voice barely above a breath before whispering so sweetly into your ear with that accent of his.
how were you supposed to say no?
so you find yourself spreading your legs for him. just like he asked you to.
lewis chuckles in amusement, and you swallow thickly at how easily he switches back to his dominating persona.
lewis doesn't waste any more time lining up his hard cock to your entrance, cursing silently after seeing how just soaked you are for him.
"good girl. now this is exactly why you're my favorite."
you just won in china. and with lewis winning the sprint race a day earlier while also scoring p2, you and him sit in the press conference room. not wanting to sit so close to him, you purposely ask lando who gets p3 to sit in the middle. it's an odd order, but he didn't question it and neither did the journalists. they're all well aware of the little rivalry that you and lewis have going on. even when rumours have start circulating about the white flags you two have raised.
one journalist raises her hand. last question of the day before you are free from the press responsibility and free to celebrate with your team and friends.
and maybe spend some time in a hotel room of a certain someone.
"you and lewis started off on the wrong foot last year but it has been noted that even before you two shared the podium today, you and lewis were hanging out in the paddock, having lunch and just basically spending time together before the race starts. would you say that you and him are now on a better terms with each other?"
you swallow, scratching the back of your neck. you manage to steal a glance at lewis and sees him lowering his gaze slightly with the nonchalant look on his face.
"fuck, you always take me so well, don't you? this tiny pussy just made for my cock."
"such a good girl for me, baby."
"swallow it. every last drop."
you blink, trying to push aside the memory from after the race in australia, the last time you and lewis were together intimately. you clear your throat when is suddenly feels dry, before locking eyes with the journalist.
"umm, yeah. we uh.... we managed to sort it out. umm.... yeah, it's like you said. me and lewis started out on the wrong foot. it took us a while to uhh.... get here. but we're okay now. that's all that matters."
"lewis? anything to add?" the journalist asks for his input next.
lewis simply shakes his head. "she took the words right out of my mouth."
your breath hitches in your throat again. fucking double entendre.
the journalist nods, satisfied with both your answers.
"you're alright, mate?" lando asks out of the sudden, placing his hand in your shoulder gently with his head leaning sideways toward you. there's a hint of concern in his voice.
"hmm?" you frown.
"your voice is kind of hoarse. you're alright?"
in the corner of your eyes, you could see lewis smirking. he doesn't even try to hide it as he glances at you. it was only for a split second but it brings back the memory from today, right before the race.
"fuck, i miss your mouth so much, baby."
"you look so pretty like this with your mouth full of my cock."
"better make me come soon, yeah? don't want anyone from your team finding you on your knees like this for me, do you?"
shivers run down your spine before you smile awkwardly at lando, rubbing his knuckles on your shoulder, hoping that him and everybody in the room couldn't see right through your bullshit.
synopsis;— life to Carmy and how it revolves around her in small instances, moments and glimpses.
warnings;— slight/barely any angst, longing, so much fluff, age gap if you want?, domestic asf, cursing, profanity, established..ish relationship?, s2-s3 the bear, Fem! reader
notes;— been a while since i wrote, im obsessed with this angry little chef again. Here With You by d4vd while writing this left my keyboard soaked with happy tears.... pls listen to it while you read.
rating;— M [mature]
word count;— 1.9k
It was just some random day when he met her. He remembers it though, he was at the market. She was there. Bundled in a jacket, some college pull over and a really nice pair of jeans. Damn him for being a collector, but he couldn't help but stare.
Did he have that pair?
Had he seen these before?
It was for far too long because the girl turned and saw him eyeing her. What the fuck.
"Do I really look that good? If you want to stare all day, just ask for a picture." Her voice was sharp, accusatory as she placed her hands on her hips and glared at him.
"What? No, no no. I-It's not what it looks like-"
"Yea? It looks like I just caught you fucking oogling over my ass, dickwad."
"No! No no! It's the jeans! I uh... I collect jeans and they look real nice!"
People started glancing and she cocked her brow.
"Jeans.... you collect jeans."
"Yeah... just a hobby or whatever."
Her eyes narrowed and sighed, "Orslo jeans. The standard ones."
His lips quirked, "Orslo... They look like their 1930's ones."
'What a weirdo,' She thought with a smile.
She was making some apple chutney brie tart. Didn't know what apple would go best. He helped her. For days he never stopped thinking about her. There was nothing extraordinary about her, at least to everyone in the world. He just wanted to know more, because this girl was cool. Cool in a sense she lit up the stalls with her smile. Cool because she knew her jeans. Cool because she was very particular on choosing the brie she liked, not what would go best with her apples. Cool because she remembered him the second time they met.
And like that, twice a week, Wednesday and Sunday, they would meet and get groceries. She would talk about how she liked to cook and how she for some reason could never bake chocolate chip cookies, how she was still looking for the perfect pizza in Chicago.
For weeks they would shop. For weeks he would listen to her about everything and nothing. She knew he was a cook and she asked him to come over.
"Want to come by for dinner? Tonight? I-I got some stuff I can make, but I don't wanna offend you with my cooking."
He laughed. He laughed because he hadn't in a long time felt this giddy.
"Im serious! You're some hot shot chef, I like making mac n cheese with too much chili peppers on top... but... I'd like for you to come over. Would that be okay?"
"Yea, that sounds good. What time? I can come by and help if you want?"
She didn't want him to help. She wanted to impress him. She really did.
"If you come any time before 6, you better bring a bottle of wine. I want to cook tonight, you just.... sit and be pretty."
"Pretty, you want me to be pretty."
She shrugged as they headed out, "Yea, you and those baby blue eyes."
She was a force that somehow managed to pull out every laugh he had. From the faces she made at the smallest mistakes, to the way her nose wrinkled whenever smelled something she didn't like, to the way her cheeks were full with joy when she was happy.
And he did come before six. He didn't know what kind of meat she had, so he brought both white and red. And he did sit and look pretty for her. Black capped tee with relaxed jeans. As big as a perfectionist as he was, he found it endearing with the oddly shaped vegetables and mess everywhere. And still, she had not a speck on her simple black dress. She spoke so animatedly as she cooked, hand on hip as the lined cross back apron swished around her.
From what he remembered, she burnt the potatoes and made her steak a bit too rare. But all that mattered was that they were together. She laughed it off, embarrassed, but he didn't care. It was good. Being with her made everything taste good. Life was so sweet that the bitterness of the potatoes faded away.
"I liked it." Was all he said and she couldn't help the smile.
They kissed that night. They fell into bed that night. And from then on, it was like that always. The warmth, the joy, the complete and utter mistakes they made were nurtured and taken care of.
Some days he would cook and it was her turn to sit and be pretty. He would get her sweet wine, because for some reason, she only liked to drink that. She didn't like the expensive things, she preferred the pastrami recipe from The Beef to the one he would make. She liked the rye bread from the bakery in chinatown than the one from the french bakery he went to, she liked the cheese from the supermarket than the one at the farmers market.
He would laugh. He would remember all these quirks that he didn't understand, and he would make sure he got it right every time.
Even after having her try all sorts of things, he kinda learned she didn't like rich chocolate, or imported flavors. Not that she wouldn't appreciate it, but it caught him off guard.
Not everything was meant to be perfect.
She could snack on fries from McDonalds instead of the ones he would make and he didn't care. He would snack on it too.
At some point, he moved in. Closed his lease and found that the warm kitchen was much more comfortable with her funny microwave that you had to hit to turn on, than the updated one he worked at all those years ago.
Sometimes, at night, he would cut up a bowl of carrots and make a side of ranch. Yes, ranch, making sure it tasted like the one from their favorite chicken wing place. She would be working, staying up late with her leg propped up on the chair and eyes glued to her screen.
Sometimes he would come home so tired from his shift that she would stay up, fresh clothes set aside for him and a smile on her face as she kissed him and waited for him in bed.
To Carmy, joy didn't come from perfecting his food anymore. It came from her. The way it radiated around her and uplifted him everywhere.
He told her about his aspirations to own his own restaurant and how she wanted to be the best teacher she could.
"It doesn't matter how long it takes for us to get to where we want to go. As long as I'm with you, I've got a smile on my face." She said.
And she did have that smile.
When they loved as lovers do, every inch of her was his to appreciate and make sure it never left him. He always touched her because he just wanted to feel her, no reason.
When Carmy kissed her, he always made sure it always felt like it was their last. Even if it was a peck.
When they would walk, he would switch hands behind his back incase he didn't like how close someone would get, or if they went to the other side of the road.
Always opened doors for her.
When she was sick, he knew she liked congee with a lot of ginger. She liked his home made sprite when her stomach was upset. When he was sick, he never realized how much he appreciated when she would take the day off just to make sure things were okay. A small fight because he didn't want her to worry or for her to miss work.
When they would actually fight, he would always make sure to tell her: "I'm not leaving you, I'm just going to cool off."
And he would come back.
When she was sad, oh you bet he was there. One time she came to work with him, she threw her self into peeling potatoes. Which then turned into her cutting onions and he got worried when she wouldn't stop crying. She said, "It's theraputic."
Kiss on the forehead and a smile home. It became a regular occurrence when she was sad.
When Carmy made a mistake, yelled at her or didn't know how to explain his anger, she would back away. Give him the space he needed then would come back and they would fix it together.
One morning, in the light of the sunrise, life had gotten away from him. They were growing older. Five years and they had been in this routine. She was still young still finishing school, he paid off his debts to Cicero and The Bear was thriving. Five years. It had slipped from him so quickly that he forgot.
He had so much to give her back.
From the nights of stress of building, money issues, she still stayed there. Still found a way to make him smile. Found a way to make it all just go away.
He called Richie that day. Asked him to come find something with him. Also asked Natalie to come with. No diamond in the world could shine as bright as her, but he made sure it was close enough.
Everyone knew about her and Carmy. Carmy and her. She was this missing piece to everyone's world.
The only spitfire that could render Richie speachless. The only other person who could handle the boys when Nat was tired. The only other person who could understand the way Sydney needed things done.
It was just her.
Now she wasn't a cure all, this hidden pearl. No, she was just who she was and it worked. It wasn't without the ocassional fuck up or mistake that left her stressed beyond all hell. No, it was what made them work so well.
The day Carmy proposed was the day Sydney asked her to run to the farmers market to grab more shallots for the dinner rush- everyone knew she was just closer to it than anyone at The Bear. The day Carmy proposed, she bought figaro shallots and zebrune shallots because they both looked the same and hoped they would work. The day Carmy proposed, she was a mess. Hair frizzy, bag hanging off her shoulder and her glasses skewed - her eyes just didn't want to wear contacts that day. The day Carmy proposed, the restaurant was empty, silent even.
It didn't cross her mind as she hurried to the back and she saw them. Carmy standing there alone, black capped tee and casual jeans. Hands behind him on the back of the stainless steel counter.
"Hey, honey bear... I bought shallots."
As confused as she was, she only thought about the shallots.
"Syd said you guys needed some and I couldn't remember which one you needed so I grabbed both types and-"
"Hon."
That's all he said.
The day Carmy proposed, he knelt down in the empty kitchen that didn't have its usual cold light. But the warm one that she liked and he had installed just for her.
"Marry me?"
It hit her like a truck.
She said yes, not verbally but with an attack of a hug and a searing kiss to him.
And they laughed that day. Laughed at the fact she still thought the shallots mattered, at the fact her nails looked like crap and the fact that everyone. All their friends and family, had all been there waiting for this one answer.
summary: alana hamilton is excited to see her dad racing again. however, she’s not a big fan of his new team’s color wc: 1.3k
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Alana Hamilton is a clever child, with a growing interest in the world her father is part of. At just five years old, she knows with unwavering certainty that her daddy is the best driver in the world. His number is 44, a fact she proudly recites to anyone who'll listen, and he drives a sleek black and teal car that matches his racing suit.
For Alana, race weekends are magical. They mean hanging out with her beloved uncles Toto and Bono, watching Georgie drive alongside her daddy, and sometimes playing with her little friend Jack.
The paddock has become a second home, its sights, sounds, and faces as familiar to her as her own bedroom. So when the first race of the 2025 season arrives and you lead her towards a different part of the paddock than she's used to, confusion clouds her bright eyes.
The sea of red before her is a stark contrast to the silver and teal she expects, and Alana's little hand tightens in yours as she looks up at you, confusion clear on her face.
"Mommy, where are we going?" Alana asks, her voice tinged with uncertainty. "Daddy's garage is the other way." She points towards the familiar Mercedes area, her brow furrowed in confusion.
You squeeze her hand gently, trying to find the right words to explain. "Remember how we talked about Daddy driving for a new team this year? We're going to his new garage."
As you finally approach the Ferrari garage, Alana is even more confused when she fails to spot any familiar faces, "Mommy where is Uncle Toto and Uncle Bono? And Georgie? Is Carmen here? I want her to paint my nails like last time."
Before you can reply to Alana's barrage of questions, a familiar voice calls out, "There's my little champion!"
Alana's head whips around, her face lighting up as she spots Lewis. "Daddy!" she exclaims, breaking free from your hand and running towards him. Lewis scoops her up, planting a kiss on her cheek.
Alana giggles, but then pulled back, her tiny hands on either side of Lewis's face as she examines him seriously. "Daddy, why are you wearing red? Did you spill pasta sauce on your racing pajamas?"
Lewis chuckles, exchanging an amused glance with you. "No, sweetheart. Remember how we talked about Daddy driving for a new team? This is my new team's color."
"But I like the silver car," Alana's lower lip transforms into a pout. "Can't you paint this one silver?"
"I'm afraid not, princess," Lewis says gently. "But you know what? Red is a very fast color. And look," he points to his race suit, "my number 44 is still here. Some things don't change."
"But I don't like red," Alana insists, "I like silver."
Lewis put Alana down, crouching down at her level, "I know it's a big change, sweetheart," Lewis says softly. "But sometimes change can be exciting. Want to see the new car? It might be even faster than the old one."
Before Alana can respond, Charles Leclerc approaches, a warm smile on his face. He crouches down next to Lewis, bringing himself to Alana's eye level.
"Hello there!" Charles says cheerfully. "You must be Alana. I'm Charles, your dad's new teammate. It's so nice to finally meet you!"
Alana regards Charles with curiosity, but there's still confusion in her eyes. She looks back at Lewis, then to Charles, and then around the garage again.
"Do you know where Georgie is?" she asks Charles, her voice small but determined. "My daddy always drives with Georgie."
Charles' smile softens with understanding. "George is still with the other team, Alana. But I'm here to be your dad's new teammate. Maybe we could be friends too?"
Alana doesn't respond immediately, her gaze drifting back to the unfamiliar red surroundings. "I don't like red," she repeats, more to herself than anyone else.
Sensing the need for a distraction, Charles' face lights up with an idea. "Hey Alana, would you like to meet my dog, Leo? He's here in the garage and loves making new friends."
At the mention of a dog, Alana's eyes widen with interest. "A doggy? Here?"
"Yes! He's very friendly. Would you like to play with him?" he asks, "My girlfriend Alex is here as well, and I bet she'd love to meet you. She said your dress is so pretty."
Alana's interest seems piqued by this,"Really? She likes my dress?"
Charles nods enthusiastically. "Oh yes, she thinks it's beautiful. She'd like to be your friend too. What do you say?"
Alana looks up at you and Lewis, seeking permission. You nod encouragingly, relief washing over you at seeing a spark of happiness in her eyes.
"Go ahead, sweetheart," you say. "Just remember to be gentle with Leo, okay?"
As Charles leads Alana to meet his dog, you feel Lewis' arm slip around your waist. You lean into him, both watching as Alana's giggles begin to fill the air.
"That was... more dramatic than I expected," Lewis murmurs, his voice a mix of relief and lingering concern.
You turn to face him, reaching up to straighten the collar of his race suit. "She's just used to everyone at Mercedes," you reassure him. "She knows them since she was born, it's a big switch but she'll adapt."
Lewis smiles, his eyes softening as he watches Alana play with the dog. "You're right," he kisses your temple softly. "She's smart, just like her mom."
"And stubborn, just like her dad."
Your moment is interrupted by the sound of Alana's delighted laughter. You both turn to see her on the ground, giggling as Leo licks her face. Charles and Alexandra kneeling beside her and engaging with her.
A few minutes later, Alana runs back to you and Lewis, her eyes sparkling with excitement. "Mommy, Daddy! I love Leo, he's so fluffy! And Charles is funny, he does silly faces. And Alexandra's dress is so pretty, it has flowers all over it!"
You can't help but smile at her enthusiasm. "That sounds wonderful, sweetheart."
"They're my new friends!" she pauses, her expression becoming slightly more serious. "But can I still say hi to Uncle Toto and Uncle Bono and Georgie later? I miss them."
Lewis smiles at her fondly, touched by the way the team that was a huge part of his life, was a huge part of his little girl's too.
Lewis kneels down, pulling Alana into a hug. "Of course you can, princess. They're still our friends, even if we're on different teams now. And guess what? You'll make even more new friends here too."
"Okay, Daddy," Alana nods, her smile returning. "I don't like red, but I like your new friends."
The adults laugh, making Alana giggle too. Through the day, Alana's initial hesitation about the new team begins to fade as she spends more time in the Ferrari garage. She becomes fascinated by the bustling activity and the shiny red cars. Lewis takes her on a tour, explaining the different parts of the car and introducing her to the mechanics and engineers.
Alana is fascinated to see her dad race again, her eyes wide as she sees the red car fly in the circuit, even when she insists that she doesn't quite like the red.
After the race, you and Lewis hold each of Alana's hands as you walk through the paddock, you spot Toto, Bono, and George near the Mercedes garage and Alana's eyes light up, she tugs on Lewis' hand.
"Daddy, look! It's Uncle Toto and Uncle Bono and Georgie! Can we say hi? Please, please, please?"
Lewis chuckles and nods, leading her over to his former team members. They greet each other warmly, with Alana receiving plenty of hugs and hair ruffles.
"Well, well," Toto says with a grin, crouching down to Alana's level. "If it isn't our favorite Hamilton!"
Alana giggles, but then her face turns serious. "Uncle Toto, I have a very important question."
"Oh? And what's that, sweetheart?"
Alana leans in close, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. "Do you think we can paint Daddy's new car silver when no one's looking? I don't like red."
Hiii! Can you do something where Lewis and Latina!Reader are childhood best friends and are secretly a married couple but always deny the dating allegations. Then an intimate/suggestive video of them gets leaked and everyone is just fawning and in shock over their relationship/talking about the video? Tyyy <33
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type social media au
pairing lewis hamilton x latina + actress!reader
summary as requested
face claim melissa barrera
warnings 18+. smutty but ig that goes without saying. set post abu dhabi 2024 during the break which means like rn lol but also around lewis' birthday next year (we're early lol)
author's note I LOVE THIS IDEA SO MUCH 😭🫶🏼 thank you for requesting bb. i changed it slightly but by making y/n an actress so the whole "denying the rumours that she and lewis are dating" would make sense. i'm so sorry that this is so smutty i hope that's okay and that this fic least fulfilled what u had in mind <33
all pictures taken from pinterest, instagram and twitter. credit to owners.
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ynln random photo dump because i just realized that i havent posted in a while:
1. me
2. the view up there was insane
3. homemade spicy korean chicken wings!! thank you naraaziza for the recipe ❤️❤️
4. getting ready for the next project 👀
5. MORE KOREAN FOOD!!!!
6. forehead so big it should be illegal
7. such a sweetheart 👭
8. reunited with jennaortega ❤️
9. roscoe slayed
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user1 ROSCOE CAMEO
user2 great now i'm craving korean chicken wings and buldak ramen at 3am
user3 lmfao not y/n roasting lewis' forehead 😭😭
ynln user3 black dont crack he said...... but not even god can fix his receding hairline
lewishamilton ynln now that was uncalled for 🤦🏾♂️
ynln lewishamilton like how you snuck into the kitchen and ate my last chocolate bar the other week? consider this a payback
user3 ynln lewishamilton i love their banters so much 😭😭
user4 ynln lewishamilton wait you guys live together?
user5 user4 ynln lewishamilton since uh ☝🏻 when
user6 omg y/n l/n and naraaziza besties era?
ynln user6 i wish!!! 😭 i just followed her recipe that i found on tiktok lol
jennaortega miss you 🫶🏼
ynln jennaortega miss you more sister ❤️❤️
user7 everybody say thank y/n for providing us with lewis content during the break 🙏🏼
user8 i love seeing how close y/n is with lewis' family 😭🫶🏼
user9 user8 lol not to be that person but they are family friends. they've known each other since childhood ofc she's close with his family and vice versa
user8 user9 i know i just mean that based on what we've seen from the pictures y/n and lewis posted it's just nice to see his family treating her like one of their own if that makes sense??
user10 user8 user9 i'm sorry are we just gonna ignore the fact that y/n and lewis even live together? did you all see the chocolate bar comment?
ynln user10 alright this is getting ridiculous. i'm spending winter and christmas break in england with lewis' family and that's it. if you guys can stop with these speculations that would be great thanks!!! 🙏🏼
user10 ynln girl chill nobody's speculating anything yet. but if the shoe fits.......
user11 user10 you need to stop she already addressed this like a million times this year alone
user12 user10 their families are close and they have been friends since they were KIDS ofc she's gonna spend winter break with them ???? use your brain
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[the video is black and white for some reason. camera is placed in front of the bed. y/n is laying across it with lewis on top of her. both of them are naked. he has one arm on the bed while the other is holding his cock to tease the opening of her pussy. her legs are spread wide, ankles locked around his waist.]
lewis: come on. you know what to say.
y/n: fuck me. please.
lewis: please what?
(biting her bottom lip)
y/n: please, sir.
(pushing only the tip of his cock inside her)
lewis: do better.
y/n: fuck.... please fuck me. let me make you feel good, sir. use me.
[he growls. yes, you're reading that correctly. no, this is not wattpad. he growls, before fully pushing his cock inside her.]
lewis: that's my girl.
[he's fucking her fast already. she's moaning but it looks like she's trying to catch her breath at the same time. y/n clings onto his arms, digging her nails into his tattooed skin.]
y/n: oh, fuck—
lewis: so fucking tight, baby— fuck. this is all for me right?
[y/n nods but lewis suddenly wraps his hand around her throat. she gasps.]
lewis: answer me.
y/n: yes— just for you.
lewis: yeah? letting me use you on my birthday? is this my gift?
[y/n nods again with a slight whimper.]
(moans)
y/n: feels so good, lew.
lewis: don't you dare close your eyes. look at me.
[y/n's eyes are glossy, lips trembling and her eyebrows contort in pleasure. she looks like she's trying her hardest to not close her eyes and focusing on lewis.]
lewis: yeah. keep looking at me with those eyes. there we go. that's my girl. my pretty little wife's taking my cock so well. fuck, baby. gonna fucking marry you the fuck again after this. wanna fill you up first. i can't wait anymore. gonna put a baby inside you.
[y/n moans again as lewis' hips snap harder and faster.]
lewis: yeah? you'd like that? want me to fill you up? put a baby in you? make you a mommy?
y/n: fuck.... yes— please. come inside me. need to feel you so badly, lew, please.
lewis: fuck—
[lewis' hand that was around her throat travels down to rub y/n's clit fast she gasps, her back arching into his touch.]
y/n: fuck— fuck.... oh my god, yes. fuck—
lewis: come for me, baby. need to feel you drench my cock first. please, baby. i know you're close. come for me.
[y/n moans louder and cums. lewis keeps fucking her, chasing his own orgasm.]
lewis: fuck, i'm gonna— tell me that you want this. please. i can't—
y/n: come inside me. please, lewis. i want it. i promise. come inside me.
summary - lewis and y/n have been going out for about half a year and he can tell she’s hiding something, or somebody. her son, a little five year old boy that lewis so desperately wants to meet. but is y/n ready for that next step?
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it was a stormy london night, one that you so desperately wanted to stay in during, however you had gotten a call earlier that contradicted your feelings. lewis had informed you that he had a standing reservation at a fine restaurant in the city and he was eager to take you to it tonight. so here you were, slipping into a tasteful and beautiful black dress along with your heels, getting ready for your perfect man. everything was perfect. except for one little hidden detail. your son.
lewis knew you were withholding some sort of information from him, he just didn’t know the extent. he wanted you to tell him when you were ready, but he wasn’t sure of the seriousness with the situation. were you cheating on him? planning on leaving him? had a different identity? using him for his fame? he had no idea. and he was planning this nice outing tonight to finally get to the bottom of it.
“alright, he’s got everything he needs. just call me if anything happens,” you speak to your ex-boyfriend, alex, the father of your son as he drops by in order to pick dominic up for his weekend with him.
“y/n, we’ve been doing this for four years. i know the drill. you don’t have to worry about dom, i’ve got him,” alex says to you as he begins to leave.
“i know i know, i’m sorry. just a little paranoid, you know how it is,” you laugh off towards him as you both begin to walk out the door.
“i understand. i feel the same when he’s here,” alex shrugs as he begins to walk to his car, dominic already jumping by the door of it, excited to have his dad for the weekend, “have fun on your date tonight with the superstar,”
“oh shut up,” you laugh off to alex, “you know he’s not like that,”
“i know, i’m happy for you. just be careful with dom,”
“i already told you i wouldn’t introduce him until i talked to you,” you say to him, “and we haven’t had that talk yet, huh?”
“hey i’m not saying you can’t introduce him,” alex says to you, now getting into the drivers seat, “i’m just saying after my mistake with letting him get close to laura,” he trails off with an eye roll as you both laugh about the disaster. alex had let your son meet his girlfriend of a few months and they had hit it off, but it ended as quickly as it started once she left him. leaving dom in the dust as he cried more than alex about the breakup, “just be careful,” alex reiterates.
“i will be,” you smile at the two boys in the car, waving goodbye to them as they pull out of your driveway and into their weekend of fun. running back into the house, you finish touching up your makeup and hair, adding your jewelry, and layering your perfume before your doorbell rings. you exhale a sigh of relief, ready for a night of no stress and fun - a given when going out with lewis.
“hey, you,” you smile as you open the door, leading lewis into your home.
“you look beautiful, y/n,” he breathes out, his hands itching for your waist in order to bring you closer, “the reservation is for about seven thirty so we’ve got to get going,” you lean in closer to him, grabbing your purse off the hook and leading him out the door.
“you’re right,” you peck his lips quickly, locking up your house behind you, “can’t let sir lewis hamilton get a bad reputation of being late,”
“exactly,” he chuckles at your joke and yet his hands find your waist again, “but a few minutes can’t hurt,” and just like that, lewis spins you around to face him, bringing your lips to his yet again. once separated, you move gently past him to his car.
“are you coming or what?” you ask with a laugh, swaying towards his car as he admires the way you depart.
“oh i’m coming,” he sighs out, relishing in the way you walk and the way you look.
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once seated at dinner, lewis was shaking in his seat wondering how he’d bring up your hidden actions. he had no proof and no sense to ruin what seemed to be your perfect night. you had been bubbly and upbeat the whole time, looking gorgeous and over the moon happy with seeing him. surely the thing you were being sketchy about couldn’t hurt him? right?
“look, y/n, there’s something i’ve been meaning to talk to you about,” lewis calmly puts into conversation as you begin to sip on the drink you had ordered.
“of course, what’s going on?” you ask him, assuming he would just bring up another weekend of travel or something along those lines.
“you’re clearly hiding something from me, y/n. and i want to know what it is,”
“lewis-” you try to cut in with an exasperated sigh, but instead he stops you, continuing his rambling.
“listen i know it’s only been a few months of us going out but-”
“lewis,” you try again, but his head was spinning and there was no way of stopping his mouth.
“if you’re cheating on me just say so, we can figure things out or-”
“LEWIS” you raise your voice loud enough to get his attention, without spooking the other diners around you, “i am not cheating on you,” you roughly say in his direction, your eyes not leaving the meal in front of you.
“then what is it,” he pushes, urging you to uncover your secret.
“it’s nothing like that,”
“can you look at me,” he directs, holding his hand out and taking yours with it, “please?” you look up at him, and all your strength dissipates within seconds.
“it’s not what you think,” you start, lacing your fingers with his to have some sort of grounding, “it is serious and that’s why i didn’t tell you,” his eyes stare back at you with comfort, pleading for you to continue without pushing you into uncomfort, “i-i”
“if it’s too much, y/n, you don’t have to tell me,”
“i want to tell you, i just don’t know how you’ll feel about me afterwards,”
“no matter what it is, i’m sure i’ll feel the same,”
“i have a son,”
“oh,” lewis retracts a bit, but not much, “how old?”
“he’s five, his name is dominic,” you go on.
“and his dad?”
“he’s around, he’s a good dad, just not a good boyfriend,” you laugh a little at your joke and keep going, “dom was an oopsie at the time, but since i had him he’s been a blessing. alex - that’s his dad’s name - he is a great dad. we just figured we were better friends. there was no real connection, we thought it would be better for dom if we were great co-parents rather than bad ‘together’ parents, so we split four years ago,”
“can i meet him?” lewis asks with a hopeful expression.
“dom?”
“yeah, i want to meet your son. i want to meet everyone important in your life, and that obviously includes him,”
“i don’t know, the reason it took so long for me to tell you was because i don’t want him to get too attached to someone who may leave, he’s at an age where consistency matters,”
“i am consistent, y/n. if you want me, i’m here forever. i promise that,” lewis oozes sincerity as he looks you in your eyes, giving you the reassurance needed to confirm what you already wanted.
“alright,” you sigh into your glass of wine, “you can meet him,” lewis lets out a quiet cheer of triumph across from you and you giggle at his antics, “but i must warn you,”
“what? anything, i’m ready,”
“he’s a redbull fan,”
“oh no, now that’ll have to change,”
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“thank you for dropping him off,” you let out a breath of relief to alex as dom comes running into your home.
“you’re welcome, it was no problem, truly,” he says to you as he hands you your sons bag, “how’d your superstar date go?”
“he wants to meet dom,”
“oh?” alex shoots you a surprised look, “and are you going to let that happen?”
“i think so,” you shrug off, “i think it’s time,”
“good for you,” alex shoulder bumps you a little as he continues, “you deserve this, y/n. and from what you’ve told me about him, i’m sure it will all work out,”
“yeah i hope so, he’s going to come over later if that’s okay with you?”
“my son meeting sir lewis hamilton,” alex states as he begins to walk out the door, “that is more than okay with me,”
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“dom? i need to talk to you about something,” you approach your five year old as he is playing in the living room with his toys.
“what mommy?” he questions without looking up, the toys in front of him grabbing his interest.
“someone wants to meet you,” you start with caution, “and he’s coming over in a minute,”
“who?”
“well…” you ponder off, not exactly knowing the right words to piece together, “he’s mommy’s special friend,”
“like laura with daddy?”
“yes!” you cheer out quickly, excited that he grasped the concept easily, “he’s like how laura was to daddy,”
“okay,” dom lets out, “is he nice?”
“yes, love,” you nod your head for the emphasis as your son gazes up at you, “he’s very nice,”
just as you finish your thought, the doorbell to your home echoes and you and dom share a look.
“best behavior, dom,” you warn with a pointed finger as he just giggles in your direction. getting up to go and get the door, your little boy trails behind you with a bit of excitement.
“hi, lewis,” you greet your boyfriend as you open the door, “come on in,”
“thank you,” he chimes in, clearly hiding something behind him, “and who is this?” he asks in the direction of your legs. with that, dom comes out of his hiding place behind you in order to greet him.
“i’m dominic,” he squeaks out shyly. lewis proceeds to get down to his knees, holding one hand still behind his back and the other out in front of him for a handshake.
“i’m lewis, it’s nice to meet you dominic,”
“i know who you are,” dom quietly says back while shaking his hand, still shy towards the new man in front of him.
“oh you do?” your boyfriend questions back.
“you drive for mercedes,”
“yes i do,” lewis smiles at him, sneaking a glance in your direction as you can’t help but blush at the scene in front of you, “are you a formula one fan?”
“yes,” dom giggles, “but i like checo,”
“oh man,” lewis shakes his head a bit, “then this gift is going to go to waste,”
dom’s ears perk up at that, eyes widening as he asks with enthusiasm, “what gift?” lewis laughs a bit at the question and finally pulls his other arm from behind his back to reveal a bag.
“why don’t we move to the couch to open it?” you put into the room, encouraging the boys to relax a bit as you gesture towards your living room. they do as you ask, moving towards the living room and perching onto the couch. you take a seat next to your son as lewis sits across from him and you on the coffee table. handing dom the bag, he begins to unwrap and look into it, finally seeing the very small and adorable hamilton mercedes jersey.
“I LOVE IT,” your son cries out, jumping off the couch and crashing into lewis’ awaited hold. as he hugs your son, you can only smile as this night had gone better than you’d hoped.
‘thank you’ you mouth towards lewis, who only laughs and smiles in your direction, hugging your son closer to his body. everything would be fine. lewis was ready for forever with you. and you had just seen your forever fully accept him into your lives.
@anayaverse prompt request #8 & #20 - "I can't believe you did that." "Need me to do it again?" & "Let's just stay like this." "You're crushing me." "Shhh..."
Summary: Sometimes once just isn't enough.
Themes/warnings: Smut 18+, public sex, oral, sex on a car, some sort of bonding through rougher upbringings and harder childhoods (briefly/background info)
Word count: 1.3k
Lewis has been revived by his move to Ferrari and while his sex life with his girlfriend had never been dry or lifeless. Even that was positively effected by the shift of teams.
"You know, I don't think there was anything better than seeing you in a Ferrari." Y/n comments then turning as Lewis hums climbing onto of the young woman who is always in awe of her boyfriend and his whole life really.
Much like Lewis, y/n actually comes from are working class background and her family sort of forgot they had kids with how hard they had to work. So the one key difference is that y/n didn't have the support system that Lewis benefitted from despite the hardship.
Lewis tries to make up for that loss in her life by showing her endless support when she does something or needs just some encouragement.
However, he's in a debt to her with how much of a pillar of support she's been in his transition.
Their relationship was somewhat new when he decided to move to Ferrari and if that was a test of the young woman's ability to be the perfect woman in Lewis' life, then she passed with flying colours. Through the hardest moments in his last year in Mercedes, he credits her for pulling him through it when he wanted to call it quits at the end.
Now he does want to repay her in some fun ways that are a little more light-hearted.
"Can we go out in your Ferrari?" Y/n asks in a whisper as if she's actually asking something so controversial.
An idea sparks in the back of his mind as he agrees for them to go out for a drive. Deciding he'll drive them into Italy for a day out somewhere and maybe find a private spot for them to just enjoy each other's company.
So they get showered, dressed and give each other a stamp of approval before they go out in Lewis' Ferrari and while he didn't think much of the request.
Leaving Monaco and actually just getting out of the crowded areas, leaving his phone turned off while y/n turns on some music and opens the windows to give them both a blast of fresh air. They actually drive for a couple hours like that before Lewis decides to pull over on a bit of a side road that his Ferrari probably isn't the biggest fan off but eventually he stops the engine while y/n looks over at him with a small smile.
"What are we doing?" Y/n asks making Lewis smirk before getting out the car, knowing y/n's curiosity will get the better of her and she'll follow him. Which she does.
"What are we doing?" Y/n questions while Lewis pats the hood of the car. "What?"
"On the car baby." Lewis states making her look at him slightly alarmed but after a moment passes she does as asked and climbs on the bonnet very conscious of her weight on it and any marks she's leaving behind.
"What are we doing?" Y/n asks again as Lewis' hand comes between her legs.
"I'm glad you wore a dress." Lewis states earning a small hum as she connects the dots over what he's about to do. "Feeling ok?"
"Yes." Y/n nods before she gently lies back feeling Lewis shove her dress up to her hips, pushing her legs further apart as he pushes her up the car a little more and before leaning down pushing her panties aside and diving into her without a second of teasing.
They are in a public area and while it's pretty desolate with no one else around, wasting more time than necessary is definitely not worth the risk since if they get caught it will no doubt make some seriously loud headlines. Especially with Lewis having even more attention on him in Ferrari than in Mercedes which seemed impossible but it's true.
"L-Lewis." Y/n moans while her boyfriend gets to blessing his Ferrari in the best way he could possibly think of.
Lewis' tongue is joined by his fingers sliding into her working to draw out an orgasm that she definitely wants to happen quickly.
The cool metal of the car under her with the increasing wet heat between her legs as she feels the build up of her orgasm. He sets a rhythm and pressure that he's perfected as a means of making her finish.
His fingers twist and thrust making her almost melt down on the car beneath her, that combine with the thrill from possible being caught or being spotted, she's feeling so completely overwhelmed. She begins to tremble with the build up, her body tensing as her back arches up and Lewis feels a gush over wetness over his tongue making him lick it up to avoid it getting on the car as much as possible as she rides out her high from the extended stimulation.
He does shift back as he feels her start to come back down and he surveys the area carefully to make sure that there's no one in sight that could've found them and recognised Lewis.
Y/n leans up onto her elbows and looks at Lewis in amusement.
"I can't believe you did that. Now warning that's why you parked up either."
"Need me to do it again?" Lewis smirks then pulling her back down the car.
"You know I'll never turn down sex with you." Y/n giggles before watching Lewis getting himself out to follow through on the main event of having sex on his Ferrari.
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Y/n was pretty much exhausted after that and was a lot more quiet, even letting a softer genre of music fill the car quietly as they drive back into Monaco.
When they get back Y/n is sent upstairs while Lewis gives the bonnet of his car a quick wipe since the marks weren't too obvious but in the right light you could make out exactly what happened and he risked it enough driving back with the marks on his car. He definitely didn't need to add to that risk by not cleaning up.
Once he's returned to the apartment he finds y/n lying on the sofa, leaking with his cum that she'd somehow defied gravity with not getting it on the seats in the car on the drive back.
But she's lying tummy down on the sofa with Roscoe looking at her like he wants to join her but there's no space for him to jump up.
"Aww, you wanna cuddle bud?" Lewis laughs as he picks Roscoe up and places him down while also lying on top of his girlfriend, the two working to crush her under their combine weight while she grows and Lewis just grins. "Let's just stay like this."
"You're crushing me."
"Shhh..."
"You've already made one attempt at breaking my pelvis today. Now you're going for the ribs too." Y/n wheezes dramatically.
"Just trying to squeeze everything I left in you back out."
"You're disgusting." Y/n laughs while Lewis finally gets up leaving Roscoe to remain on her.
"Don't move-"
"Couldn't if I wanted to, your dog weighs more than you do." Y/n cuts in pointing out the hefty size of the dog still keeping her pinned down to the sofa.
"-Roscoe's comfortable and I'm going to clean you up." Lewis continues like she didn't speak before leaning over and kissing her softly. "Love you."
"Yeah...love you too." Y/n hums before reaching back to pet Roscoe while he grunts and nuzzles down on her.
tags: smut/pwp, curvy!reader, dirty talk, (slight) jealousy, doggy style, established relationship, big chest & wide hips, praise, fashion & clothing
a/n: lewis hamilton is so pretty what the fuck
you weren't the most fashionable person. despite your degree in design and your eye for it, you got pleasure in dressing others up. and lewis could understand that, but still tried to help you experiment a little more with style.
"you make everyone look good, love. time you look good as well." he chuckled before he kissed you on the lips.
"i'm not a barbie doll, honey." you giggled when he tried to egg you on to try one more outfit.
"no, of course not! the blond piece of plastic cannot compare to you." he leaned in to kiss you on the lips. you leaned in to him and he held your rounded face for a moment, "one more, and then we can go home." and while he was a guiding hand, nothing could prepare him for the outfit you chose while he was testing with ferrari.
it was nothing over the top. but simplicity sometimes meant good. and with the dress that stopped at your mid-thigh in a dazzling lilac colour and made of a fabric that held to your curves perfectly. especially your breasts, which made lewis do a double take.
his often tired lover who spent so many hours in your little 'workshop', dressed in over sized t-shirts and bigger hoodies, to see something so close to your body made him tense up for a moment. his dark eyes held shock as he admired you.
you looked around for a moment before you took off your dark sunglasses and tapped the arm of them against your soft full bottom lip. your gaze darted around to see is you could spot your partner. when you did see him, you weren't paying any attention to the couple of lingering stares at you. you waved at lewis and quickly went over to him. he could feel the pounding in your chest before he went met you with open arms.
he felt his heartbeat skin when he got armfuls of you. you looked into his eyes and smiled before you kissed him. your kiss tasted like artificial peach and he loved it.
what he didn't like was how a few engineers and assistants took a good look at you. lewis wrapped an arm around your middle to hold you closer. he simply flashed you a winner's smile and asked, "where did you get this?"
you leaned back a little and replied, "well, i took some advice from you and put it together with some fabric i had leftover. the one from the other dress i made for that client. i thought the colour was nice."
"well, it looks amazing on you." he said with total and utter affection for you. he then caught a glimpse of a worker, but their gaze was taken from you when lewis caught them. lewis looked back to you and kissed you on the lips, "go get seated, we're going to start soon." except part of him wished you had a neon sign that said,
"my boyfriend is sir lewis hamilton, do not touch!"
lewis was not possessive by any means! he trusted and loved you, there was no need more something petty like possession. he just didn't like you being mentally undressed by others. you kissed him once more before he watched you walk off to where you needed to go for the practice. he clenched his hands in his red gloves for a moment and got it together. it was time to drive.
it felt like days had passed by the time he got another grasp of you. and somehow after only about three hours of testing, you had became more beautiful. when you kissed him, you simply lit up. and in turn you lit him up. and that light shined through an excellent training. it lasted until you both got back to the rented apartment for the visit.
once in private, your beloved lewis was more vocal along with his hands on your hips as he pressed against you. his kisses grew needy, he yearned for his lovely lady's perfect body.
he caught your gaze on him, doing more than just observing as you licked your lips. he said to you softly, "like what you see, gorgeous?" then started to take off his t-shirt.
"you worry about people staring at me, meanwhile you look like the finest statue the greeks could ever make!" lewis laughed and you continued, "fuck, you look better than that. you look perfect." you reached out for him and you two kissed once more.
you were soon chest to chest as he admired you, "and you look beautiful as well. make anyone jealous." he chuckled lightly, "beautiful and smart. perfect."
your placed a hand on his chest before he turned with you in his arms and led you towards the bedroom. you got up onto the bed once you were close enough and lewis only crowded your space. his hands on the fabric of your dress, but he yearned for what was underneath.
"i want you." he said with total conviction. he laid you out on the bed and touched you with careful hands. he felt his pulse pick up, "i want all of ferrari to know you are mine. the woman who keeps this engine running." his cock twitched in his pants as he undid his belt slowly.
you helped him out of his clothes and soon after you were both naked. your pretty dress thrown over top of his blue jeans. you pressed against him and the kisses intensified. you moaned against his lips and felt the shudder of want through you. it only grew in heat when lewis got you onto your stomach with your hips raised to meet his hard cock. you let out a small noise from the anticipation of sex with him.
"all to myself. you know i love you deeply. i trust you, but knowing i can have you and none of those engineers can does get me going. especially when you look so good on the track. i can't get enough of you. you have no idea what you've done to me." his words grew the heat between you two as he rubbed his hard cock up against your behind, "i love you."
"and i love you, honey." you said before you moaned. there was a moment of tension then you relaxed to accept all of him. you let out another sweet moan that made lewis feel pleasure rush through him as he started to move again you.
he leaned up against you as he rutted up against you. the angle let him hit all the right spots. he could feel the pleasure on the tip of his tongue like unspoken words. "look at you." he said softly as he moved. the movements plus his hands on your wider hips, the flesh of your ass bounced with each thrust. he loved it, he loved you. remnants of your perfume clouded his head as he kissed your shoulder, "as much as i'd love a million photos in every angle of you. i guess i'll just have to take mental ones."
you squirmed, "i didn't know that you liked it all that much. i just put it together, i would've put more time into it if i had known" you moaned into the pillow you held on tightly to and arched your back a little more.
"i love it. you look stunning." he let out a small goran as his pace quickened. you were well aware of your curves and to hear them so thoroughly praised made your cheeks hot.
you replied, "maybe i should make another dress. let you pick out the fabric, i think i'd make the back dip a little bit more." you grew warmer, "it'll let you touch my skin when you hold my back."
"i'd love that. i want to watch you work, you always get these lines right between your eyebrows. it's sweet." he laughed as his hips worked against your ass. the movements continued, his breathing was heavy from the exertion of his thrusts. the pleasure was a comfortable warmth in his body. it was a steady pounding of his heart while sweat dampened his tattooed back.
he loved you, the feeling of you. his words were filthy as he said to you, "from the moment i saw you, i knew we'd be together for a long time. you are mine and i am yours." he exhaled deeply, "have never tasted, felt, loved, fucked anyone quite like you. being with you is everything i crave. it doesn't hurt that others are jealous of what i have by my side. you." his words were like honey on his soul as you felt the pleasure course through your body. aided by his words.
the temperature rose and you could feel the burn of heat high on your cheeks while lewis continued his rough movements against you. he leaned over you, his core tightened as pleasure built up in his sweaty body. he wanted to make you feel what he saw every day. the most beautiful in the world.
you held on tightly and let the feeling wash over you. you loved the feeling even as your thighs quivered, your heart was racing and your head felt a rush. even after all the times you were intimate, it felt better each time. it was an experience that built every time you were intimate.
"lewis." you moaned. your hips shifted and you swore into the covers. you licked the dryness away from your lips after your gloss stained the pillowcase.
lewis was encouraged by your airy moans. his movements were quick, his broad hands on your plush hips. you felt amazing, your cunt took him perfectly as he moved at a steady yet quick pace. he couldn't help himself, you simply felt too amazing.
there was a softness to you that only turned him on further. curves that made him excited, breasts that made his throat dry, soft cheeks that made his cock twitch in his pants with a want to finish across them. the want he had for you was undeniable!
"fuck, honey." you moaned loudly. your toes curled as the pleasure started to reach its peak. you shakily exhaled.
"next time, i want to look at you while you finish. i want to see that beautiful face as i ruin you." and you came from his erotic words.
"yes, yes! fuck!" you near yelled as the fire of lust reached its peak and you came around his cock. which in turn made him pick up the pace to reach his own climax. lewis moaned a little louder and he gave it a few more thrusts before he finished inside of you with a tension in his body. he continued to work your body through his orgasm and enjoyed the feeling of you around his length.
his head swam as he slowed to a stop, and he panted heavily. he leaned in to kiss you on the back, he said softly, "i love you."
"and i love you." he replied before you both laid out in the bed. the two of you kissed once more, you held his face and felt his affection warm you while on top of the covers.
eventually he pulled away, hi brown eyes gazed into yours. his breathing heavy as he asked, "can i have a little bit if input when you make another drss for yourself. there are some things i'd love to see you in."
"of course. but only if it can have pockets too." you poked him on the chest, "i need pockets." your smiled was small, blissed out around the edges.
Summary: When Y/n accompanies Lewis to the event where the new season's cars are presented, but no one in the media knows she's pregnant, they have fun giving clues about baby 3.
Words: 4.7K+
Warnings: Pregnancy, mention of F1 event, mentions of the past (like travel), Carmen and George, mention of F1 teams, cute, romantic.
Author: English is not my first language, so please excuse any spelling, grammar, and slang errors that may be present in the story. This story is part of the Universe of A NON-SEPARATION, but can be read separately.
MASTERLIST
Months passed, and the third baby Hamilton was growing strong and healthy in Y/n's belly. Four months into the pregnancy, they still didn't know whether it was a boy or a girl, which led Marie and Pietra to give the youngest of the family an affectionate nickname.
One night, while Lewis was reading a bedtime story, Pietra said the name that would stick: "Little bird". The nickname stuck, and soon became a habit for everyone in the house. Y/n talked to the baby every day, calling him that, and even Lewis, when asking how they were, used the affectionate nickname.
Some close friends and family already knew the news. The revelation took place at a special dinner, where both families were gathered. The atmosphere was cozy, laughter filled the room, and, at the time of the toast, Anthony and Ethan, Y/n's father, raised their glasses, dedicating emotional words to the family and the future.
The passionate look Lewis gave Y/n was complicit and full of meaning, while Marie and Pietra, excited, raised their glasses of juice along with their cousins. Then, Lewis smiled and announced naturally.
"And the family is growing a little more. Cheers to the third baby Hamilton!"
The reaction was immediate. The room exploded in joy, with hugs and congratulations coming from all sides. Lewis's siblings, his parents, stepmother, nephews, Y/n's parents, all celebrated together, celebrating the arrival of another member of the family.
Despite their happiness, Lewis and Y/n had yet to share the news with the public. They wanted to wait a little longer before making it official. However, that night's event would be a challenge. Y/n wore a dress that slightly showed off her belly, but she opted for a black overcoat to disguise it. The good thing about dark clothes was the illusion that her silhouette hadn't changed much, especially when seen from the front.
They arrived at the venue together, but strategically, Y/n said goodbye to Lewis quickly and went in the other direction. While he would make his entrance on the red carpet alongside Charles and the Ferrari team boss, she preferred to keep a lower profile.
Once inside the event, Y/n met Lily, Oscar's girlfriend, and Isabella, the Brazilian's girlfriend. The relationship with Lily was friendly due to their meetings in the paddock, but not as close as with Carmen. Still, the conversation flowed well, and they included Isa in the subject, making the environment more comfortable for the Brazilian, who seemed a little out of place in the crowd.
They shared experiences about life alongside the drivers, behind-the-scenes stories from the races, and laughed together while waiting for their respective partners.
Outside, Lewis arrived with the Ferrari team, posing for a few photos and giving short interviews to journalists. After completing his first appointments, his eyes scanned the room until they found Y/n. The passionate smile which he threw at his wife caused her to bid the girls farewell with an amusing comment.
"My prince has arrived."
Isa and Lily smiled as they watched her walk away, but the Brazilian frowned slightly and commented doubtfully, "She's pregnant, isn't she?"
Lily quickly turned to look at Y/n, but kept her expression neutral.
"I don't think so... Why do you think that?"
Isa smiled sideways. "She ran her hand gently along the side of her belly... I don't know, it seemed instinctive."
Lily shrugged, but laughed as she changed the subject.
"Well, what I do know is that she and Lewis have two very cute girls! Pietra, the youngest, is four years old and has a crush on Oscar."
"Really?" Isa raised her eyebrows in surprise, laughing.
"Yes! It's funny how she hides every time she sees him at the races. One time, she even came to apologize to me and said he was very handsome." They both laughed. "I can't blame her. Childhood crush. When I was her age, I thought a journalist from my town was very handsome."
Meanwhile, Lewis finally reached Y/n, holding her hand and placing a soft kiss on her cheek. Some photographers recorded the moment, and those images would probably be on the internet later, to the delight of the driver's fans.
They walked the red carpet together, surrounded by photographers and journalists. Lewis kept in constant contact with Y/n, holding her hand or resting his hand on her shoulder.
"Being in the middle of this crowd and still not being able to tell the news is complicated." Y/n commented quietly.
Lewis smiled, squeezing her hand lightly. "We still have some time to ourselves. Let's enjoy it."
As they approached the press, Y/n, afraid that someone would notice her belly, discreetly closed one of the buttons on her coat.
One of the journalists called out to him, and Lewis approached, keeping Y/n by his side. They greeted the reporter, and she took a step back, letting her husband answer.
The first question was about the new season at Ferrari. Lewis responded excitedly, highlighting the challenge and motivation of being with the team for another year. The journalist smiled and then turned to Y/n.
"Y/n, we recently saw a video you posted of the girls in Maranello. Are they here tonight?"
Lewis chuckled, giving his wife a knowing look. Y/n smiled and stepped forward to answer.
"No, they're not here. First of all, it would be a huge challenge to keep them still. Marie would ask the team leaders a million questions about the cars, and Pietra wouldn't stop running and being enchanted by all the decorations." They laughed.
"You can see in the videos that Lewis and I posted that Pietra is quite agitated. Now, in person, multiply that by ten."
"And they're also a little sick. We decided to leave them at their grandparents' house," Lewis adds, smiling at his wife.
Y/n nodded, and the journalist asked Lewis a few more questions before thanking them for their time.
As they walked down the red carpet, Lewis noticed when Y/n suddenly moved her coat, closing it even more.
Discreetly, he positioned himself in front of her, momentarily blocking the cameras' view, and leaned in to speak softly, brushing a strand of her hair behind her ear.
"Hey, is everything okay?" He asked in a soft voice.
Y/n nodded, but sighed.
"Yeah, just... I'm afraid someone will notice before we tell them." She adjusted her coat again. "I keep fiddling with it, trying to hide any suspicion."
Lewis laughed, squeezing her hand reassuringly. "You know, if people are as curious as girls, there's no point hiding it for long."
Y/n rolled her eyes but smiled. "Connecting the dots and shouting 'Third Hamilton' in the middle of the room." She muttered.
This time, Lewis couldn't hold back his laughter. "And then Pietra later gave a speech about how she 'guessed everything on her own'."
Before they could continue, a journalist called out to Hamilton. He approached, without letting go of Y/n's hand.
"Lewis! How are you feeling about this season at Ferrari?"
Lewis smiled. "Very excited. I think this is going to be a very special season."
"What about the family? Are the girls excited?"
He laughed. "Always. Marie has already started analyzing strategies and Pietra thinks she will drive an F1 car before she even turns ten."
Y/n chimed in, laughing. "Last week she asked me if she could 'test' a car just to see if she could reach the pedals."
The journalist smiled, engaged in the conversation. "And you, Y/n? How are you feeling about this new phase?"
She smiled, looking at Lewis before answering. "Really looking forward to this season. But right now, we're just waiting for our trio to be complete and see what else we can do."
Lewis gave her an amused look and added, "I'd say someone here is already 'carrying' a lot of enthusiasm for this season."
The journalist laughed, but didn't get the hint. However, fans on the internet would later make their connections.
They said goodbye and continued walking. Lewis lowered his head slightly and whispered close to his wife's ear. "I'm really enjoying giving these tips."
Y/n laughed, squeezing his hand. "Of course it is. All that's left is for you to step on stage and speak into the microphone: the third one is on its way."
Lewis pretended to think. "Hmm... that wouldn't be a bad idea."
Y/n gave him a light push. "Don't even think about it."
Before they entered the event, Lewis was called by another journalist. This time, Y/n stayed a little further back, adjusting the silver necklace she was wearing. Lewis's gift. Three small red hearts hung from the chain, representing Marie, Pietra and now baby 3.
Lewis also wore something special. His earrings always had the girls' initials on them, but that night, he had a new one. The letter "O." No one at the event noticed right away, but once the photos were published, speculation would run wild.
The reason for the lyrics? Simple. After many days of debating names and discarding Pietra's suggestions—which included "Ferrari Senna" for a boy and "Mercedes" for a girl—Lewis and Y/n finally decided.
And, eagerly, Lewis has already started wearing jewelry with the third baby's initial.
From afar, Carmen saw Y/n and waved excitedly. Y/n smiled and approached her friend, leaving her husband and boyfriend busy with the journalists.
Carmen hugged her tightly, whispering in her ear, "Baby 3 is on the way... oh my God, I'm so happy for you guys!"
Y/n smiled. "Thank you, Carmen. I can't wait to see this baby with the girls."
Carmen glanced around discreetly. "Apparently no one has noticed yet."
"Fortunately."
She pointed at Y/n's coat and teased, "You zipped it up to hide it, didn't you?"
Y/n laughed. "Obviously! If I leave it open, Pietra will end up having a competitor in the art of revealing secrets."
The two laughed together.
On the other side, the journalist noticed Y/n's necklace and commented to Lewis:
"We saw that Y/n is wearing a beautiful silver necklace with three red hearts. Any hints as to what they might represent?"
Lewis smiled, not giving it away directly. "Ah, they represent something very special to both of us. Big, precious things."
The journalist accepted the answer and ended the interview. Lewis walked a little further to the side, waving to fans, taking pictures and signing autographs.
As she talked to Carmen, Y/n fixed the necklace once more and smiled to herself. She knew that soon, the entire world would start putting the pieces together just like the girls did.
Lewis approached his wife and placed a hand on her back, while greeting Carmen with a quick hug and George with a handshake. The excited Brit looked at Lewis and Y/n with a curious smile.
"So, how's the baby?"
Carmen quickly tapped her boyfriend on the shoulder and whispered. "Keep your voice down!" Lewis laughed, while Y/n shook her head, holding back her laughter. "G, do you think anyone is listening? This is JUST an event full of journalists and cameras." She said sarcastically.
George rolled his eyes and laughed along with them.
At that moment, Toto and Susie Wolff approached, and Lewis smiled, holding his wife's hand as they walked towards his former team manager. George and Carmen also smiled and walked towards the newly arrived couple.
Toto greeted Lewis with a brief hug and then shook Y/n's hand with a friendly smile.
"Another season at Ferrari, Lewis? Don't you get tired of strong emotions?"
"Let's just say I like a good challenge." Lewis laughed.
Toto raised an eyebrow and laughed along.
Susie then turned to Y/n with a fond smile. "It's rare to see you at big events like this. I know you prefer to stay out of the spotlight to preserve your privacy and the girls', but I must say you look radiant and beautiful."
Y/n smiled fondly.
"Well, some special occasions deserve me to come out of hiding for a while."
"Really special, just look at her!" Carmen smiled at her friend and hugged her shoulders.
Y/n laughed and gave a playful response. "Let's just say I'm carrying a little more emotion this season."
Toto and Susie exchanged knowing looks.
Lewis smiled and, unable to resist, added, "Oh, so no one has told them yet?"
Susie widened her eyes and looked at Y/n.
"It is serious?!"
Y/n smiled and nodded. "Four months, almost five."
Susie hugged her tightly, while Toto patted Lewis on the back.
"Congratulations, you two!"
Journalists and photographers were a little far away and didn't understand anything about the reason for the hug and smiles between them again.
After a few minutes, they entered the event. Eventually, George and Toto headed in another direction, as they were from Mercedes. But before that, George looked at Lewis with a provocative smile.
"And now you're going to the red table?"
Toto laughed. "Scarlet side, huh Hamilton?"
Lewis and Y/n laughed together as he shrugged. "I guess you'll just have to get used to it."
They walked through the corridors towards their designated table. On the way, Y/n felt a flutter in her belly again, only this time stronger. She slowed down, smiling widely, already knowing what it meant.
Lewis noticed his wife squeeze his hand lightly and turned around.
"What it was?"
Y/n ran her hand over her belly and looked at it with shining eyes. "The baby moved for the first time!"
Lewis's eyes widened and he smiled hugely. "Are you kidding?!"
Y/n laughed, with a few tears in her eyes.
"No! It's real!"
As they were still walking, she felt the baby move once more. Her smile faltered and tears fell all at once. She quickly wiped her face.
Lewis stopped in the hallway and grabbed her shoulders.
"Honey, what happened? Is it the baby? He's fine, he's moving."
Y/n took a deep breath and smiled, excited.
"I wish you could feel it too... He's moving so much for the first time and you can't even put your hand on my belly to feel it." She wiped away a few more tears and looked up, blinking quickly so as not to ruin her makeup.
Lewis looked at her tenderly and smiled.
"Hey... don't worry about it. We'll still have plenty of opportunities for that. The excitement will be the same for me when I feel the baby move in my hand when it's my turn." He gently pulled her close and added with a smile. "And it seems that 'Little Bird' is so excited about the new season that he already wanted to show up."
Y/n laughed. "Lew, you really managed to make your trio love Formula 1, huh? Each in their own way!"
Lewis smiled and put his arm around her waist. "That's a good start."
They continued walking, with Y/n still feeling the light kicks in her stomach.
When they reached the table, they spotted the Ferrari team and greeted Fred and Charles with gentle hugs. Alexandra stood up and hugged Y/n.
"You're so smiley today!"
Y/n chuckled softly. "Ah, great excitement for this season!"
They sat down and Lewis looked at his wife, who still had a small smile on her lips.
"This little person just won't stop, huh?"
Y/n laughed and shook her head. "Looks like she wants to pilot already."
Charles started talking to Lewis and Fred, while Alexandra started talking to Y/n.
"And the girls? How are they?"
"Great, but they made me cry a lot last week. Pietra had a ballet performance and Marie did an amazing science fair project." Y/n smiled
Alexandra laughed. "I can imagine how proud you were."
"Absolutely. But lately I've been more emotional... blame it on the hormones."
"Hormones?" Alexandra smiled and raised her eyebrows, beginning to understand. Sitting next to Y/n, she leaned in a little and asked softly. "Are you pregnant?"
Y/n smiled and nodded.
Across the table, Charles' eyes widened when he heard his girlfriend say 'pregnant' and looked around.
"Pregnant?! Who's pregnant?"
Eyes turned to the Ferrari table when Charles, with his exclamation, caught everyone's attention. Lewis and Y/n just smiled at the situation.
Alexandra's eyes widened and she patted his shoulder. "Charles, for God's sake!"
"There's another baby coming to our family." Lewis says quietly, but smiling broadly.
Y/n added, in a lower tone but still smiling: "The media doesn't know yet, so if you can keep it a secret for now..."
The teammates nodded, smiling, and soon congratulations came from all sides. Those closest to them stood up to give the couple hugs-again, leaving everyone around confused as to why they were always hugging Lewis or Y/n.
"If it's a boy, we can continue the Hamilton saga in Formula 1!" Fred jokes.
"I could have my own racing team in a few years!" Lewis says and everyone at the table laughs.
As they talked about the new season and the challenges that lay ahead, Y/n's phone screen, which was on the table, lit up. She glanced at it quickly, thinking it might be something about her daughters, maybe a cold getting worse.
When she opened the message, however, she saw a photo sent by her mother: Marie and Pietra were combing the hair of their grandfather Ethan, who looked like a resigned customer in his granddaughters' improvised beauty salon.
'They are already 100% better from their cold that even their grandpa has become a hostage in their beauty salon.'
Y/n chuckled softly and nudged Lewis, who was currently playing chess with Charles, proof of how electrifying the event was for them.
Lewis turned to his wife, curious, and when he saw the photo, he laughed out loud.
The event progressed, and the team presentations began, ranging from the lowest-scoring teams to the highest-scoring teams from the previous season. During the first few presentations, Lewis watched from the audience alongside Y/n and the Ferrari crew. But when there were only two teams left to Ferrari, he and Charles stood up.
"I'll go and be right back. And make this little person leave some kicks in reserve for me to feel later!" Lewis leaned in, whispering affectionately before kissing her quickly.
Y/n smiled, watching her husband walk away to join the team.
"Lewis is very excited about the arrival of baby 3," Alexandra, next to her, commented with a smile.
Y/n laughed. "You just haven't seen the girls yet. They're calling the baby 'Little Bird' because we don't know the gender yet. So it's 'Little Bird' back and forth all day long."
The two laughed together.
Ferrari's time had finally come. On the big screen, a video showed the team's history, recalling past seasons and memorable moments. Soon after, the new season's car appeared on stage, followed by the drivers and the team boss. The audience applauded and cheered intensely.
"Charles, how do you see this season alongside Lewis again?"
"I'm very excited. Having Lewis on the team brings a very good dynamic. This year the season promises to be electrifying."
"And you, Lewis, how are you feeling being another Ferrari member?" The interviewer directs the question to the British driver.
Lewis smiled before replying: "I'm looking forward to this season. On and off the track, it promises to be exciting."
The presenter raised his eyebrows, smiling. "Does this mean there's some special project in the works?"
Lewis laughed, Charles looking at his teammate in amusement.
"Well... let's just say it's not exactly a project, but it's in the works."
The presenter laughed and continued. "Right. Let's talk a little about the little Hamiltons. We and the fans see videos that you and your wife post on social media and I must say that Marie has a great passion for Formula 1 cars."
Lewis smiled. "Yes. Marie actually knows a lot more about the technical side of things than I do." Everyone laughed. "A few months ago we went to the Ferrari museum in Maranello and she was so enthralled that she was talking to the engineer as if they were teammates."
"Let's see if this year Marie approves of our car too." Fred jokes.
The conversation moved on to the team's performance, and Fred highlighted that Lewis' experience was always key.
Charles smiled and teased. "He has experience on and off the track, especially managing a team of mini-Hamiltons."
Lewis laughed. "My girls are totally immersed in this world of racing. And who knows, maybe in the future a mini-Leclerc will come to compete with them?"
The provocation made Charles feel awkward, causing the audience to laugh. Meanwhile, in the audience, Alexandra shrank a little in her chair, looking away with Y/n laughing.
After Ferrari, it was McLaren's turn. Y/n and Alexandra watched together, chatting casually about the cars' designs and the drivers' speeches.
At the end of the event, all the drivers and teams returned to the stage with their cars for the closing ceremony. A special F1 video was shown, followed by thanks to the sponsors and the final words from the presenter.
When it was all over, Y/n and Alexandra got up to go meet their respective pilots. On the way, Y/n recognized some wives and girlfriends of other pilots, exchanging quick greetings and a few words.
While waiting for Lewis, Y/n talked to Carmen and Alexandra, until she felt a hand land lightly on her shoulder. Turning around, she saw her husband smiling at her.
"You were more excited than the newbies up there on stage!" Y/n comments.
Lewis laughed along with the women. Carmen, upon seeing George, excused herself and went over to him. Alexandra did the same when she saw Charles leaving with Fred.
Lewis put an arm around his wife's waist and asked softly, "How's the baby?"
Y/n smiled, resting her hand on her belly discreetly.
"Now 'Little Bird' is quieter."
Fred approached the couple with a friendly smile and asked Y/n if she would like to take a photo with the team for Ferrari's social media. He explained that they were heading to the red carpet and that Alexandra would be there too. Y/n politely agreed, and Lewis held her hand as they walked to the venue together.
"The first official photo of baby 3, who would have thought it would come straight from the Ferrari red carpet." Lewis joked, giving Y/n an amused look.
She laughed, shaking her head, and gave his hand a light squeeze as they walked towards the red carpet.
When they arrived at the location, everyone positioned themselves for the photo. Lewis stood next to Y/n, and, without thinking much about what could happen, instinctively placed one of his hands under ? wife's belly discreetly. With the coat now open, Y/n's slightly growing belly became visible. The gesture was natural, a reflection of his affection for baby number 3. waiting, but little did they know that this simple action would go viral on social media in no time.
After the photo, they said goodbye to Charles, Fred and the rest of the team. Lewis and Y/n walked a little further hand in hand, until he stepped away to pay attention to the fans who were there.
"Go ahead, I'll wait for you here." Y/n said, smiling at her husband.
Lewis waved and walked over to the fans who were eagerly waiting for a moment with him. He signed caps, T-shirts, took selfies and even chatted briefly with some fans, who commented on what they expected from Lewis's new season at Ferrari.
As she watched, Y/n felt a warmth in her chest as she saw him interacting so naturally and affectionately with his fans. He always made a point of reciprocating the support he received, and that was one of the things she admired most about him.
After meeting the fans, Lewis smiled, thanking them for their kindness, and returned to Y/n. As soon as he approached, he held her hand with a loving smile before addressing the journalists who were waiting for him. Y/n followed him, stopping next to her husband as one of the reporters began the interview by asking about the season.
"Lewis, this will be another season with Ferrari. What can we expect from you and the team this year?"
"A lot of dedication and a lot of work. The team is committed and so am I. I think we have a promising season ahead of us." Lewis replied confidently.
"So Lewis, you mentioned in there that this year would be special both inside and outside the races. Can we expect anything new beyond Formula 1?" The journalist then mentioned. Lewis smiled, with a sparkle in his eyes.
"Yes, of course. The whole family and even the girls are excited about it. So, yes, our news is pretty big." The pilot smiles.
Y/n smiled upon hearing her husband's words, and the journalist turned to her.
"And you, Y/n? How do you feel about this great news?"
She laughed before answering.
"Ah, like Lew said, it's something even the girls are excited about. But I must say it's still in progress, it's being done..." She said, crossing her hands below her belly and giving Lewis an amused look.
The journalist laughed along with them before continuing.
"Well, Lewis also mentioned on stage that you guys took a trip to Maranello recently. And this week he posted an old photo of you in Brazil. Can you tell us more about that trip? Since we know you're a family that loves to travel!"
Lewis smiled, and Y/n stepped forward to answer.
"Well, that trip gave us a lot of adventures." She laughed, looking at her husband. "Initially, Lewis had planned a trip to Chile, where he proposed to me. But two days before we were due to return to the UK, he found out he had a few more days off. And then one evening he just said, 'I've bought us tickets for a few days in Brazil. We're leaving tomorrow night.'"
Lewis laughed as he remembered. "The look on her face at the time was one of shock and amazement."
"Yeah! I was like, 'Lew, what do you mean? I have to be back in the UK in five days for my university residence!'" Y/n laughed. "But it all worked out in the end, and we had an amazing time exploring Lençóis Maranhenses."
Lewis nodded, smiling.
"After we got home, we got really sick. We came from the snows of Chile straight to the heat of Brazil," he said, laughing.
The journalist laughed along with them, thanking them for the story, and they went on to ask a few more questions. After answering a few more interviews and taking pictures with fans, Lewis and Y/n finally returned home.
In the car, as she watched the city pass by through the window, Y/n felt a movement in her belly. She smiled, placing her hand on the spot, and turned to her husband.
"Lew!!" She called softly, grabbing his hand and bringing it to her belly.
Lewis stared at her for a moment before feeling it. The small movement under his palm made his heart race.
"Baby 3 is moving..." He whispered, a huge smile forming on his face.
Y/n nodded, watching her husband's delighted expression. "It seems like you enjoyed the event." She joked, and Lewis let out a low chuckle.
He gently ran his thumb over the skin covered by the fabric of her dress and sighed. "I can't wait to meet you, little bird." He murmured, enjoying that moment.
Y/n smiled, feeling the affection in his voice.
Meanwhile, the internet was bombarded with photos of Lewis and Y/n on the red carpet. The image of Lewis with his hand on her belly became one of the most talked about topics outside of the event.
"OMG LEWIS HAMILTON BEING THE CUTEST HUSBAND IN THE WORLD!"
"HAND ON BELLY?? They are so happy, help. Is baby 3 coming?""
"Wait??? She's pregnant? OMG😭"
"THE WAY HE LOOKS AT HER! MY FAVORITE COUPLE!!!"
"LEWIS AND Y/N ON THE RED CARPET + BABY 3 BEING OFFICIALLY INTRODUCED WITHOUT EVEN NEEDING AN ANNOUNCEMENT. If this is real it's historic!!"
"Is it true she's pregnant again? That's cute if it's real!! I already love the girls and want to see another Hamilton in the paddock!🩷💜"
"Guys, you're so hasty. Nobody said anything about them being pregnant!!"
"Hey, but she has a picture of him holding her belly in a 'discreet' gesture!"
"Yes!! And a picture of Lewis wearing another earring with another letter. And everyone knows he wears earrings with his daughters' initials🥹"
"Another baby (??) and another world championship are coming, YES??!"
SUMMARY౨ৎ Going to the Olympics was the best day of your life. Seeing your celebrity crush cheer you on? Even better! Your teammates saying how much you geeked out and made you say who your crush is in a interview..? Not so cool. Luckily, he seems interested.
PAIRING ౨ৎ Lewis Hamilton x Gymnast!Fem Reader
FACE CLAIM ౨ৎ Flavia Saraiva for most photos!
WARNINGS ౨ৎ cursing but that’s it lol, i started feeling a bit burned out at the end so I’m very sorry :(
A/N ౨ৎ decided to not make any specifications for where the reader comes from just to include everyone! (Y/C = Your Country) . Used Flavia because ever since i saw her in the Olympics, I’ve been obsessed. (the whole brazilian gymnastics team tbh)
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therealy/n_l/n It’s such a honor to be representing my country this Olympic Games. It was a lifelong dream I’ve been imaging as a child and couldn’t be happier. I’d like to take the time to thank my family, friends, and coaches who deemed this opportunity possible for me. See you in Paris. 🫡
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user1 YES YES YES YES
user2 HARD WORK DOES IN FACT PAY OFF!!
→ lewishamiltonswife even mine?
→ user3 …
→ user4 …y’know, it’s okay to keep dreaming!!
simonebiles ✔︎ good luck on the floor 😉
sunisalee ✔︎ so excited to see everyone in paris!! 🥹 ❤️
→ therealy/n_l/n ✔︎ ME TOO! I’LL BE THERE SOON 🤞
→ sunisalee ✔︎ WELL HURRY UP THEN
user5 lewis hamilton in the likes..? 👀
→ user6 FR WHY IS NO ONE TALKING ABOUT THAT???
→ user7 because the world doesn’t revolve around f1 and she doesn’t care about lewis hamilton! i hope this helps!!
→ user8 man who tf pissed in your cereal this morning @ user7
therealy/n_l/n has posted a new story!
[story 1: on the move! 👀 ] [story 2: paris here we come!!]
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📍 Paris
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therealy/n_l/n when in paris! 🥐 ⚜️
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user9 she’s so pretty it’s not even funny
user10 proud to say she reps my country 💪
user11 emily in paris ❌ y/n in paris ✅
rebecarandrade ✔︎ eu amooooo ❤️ *liked by author*
user12 LEWIS IS IN THE LIKES AGAIN GUYS CAN WE PRETTY PLEASE TALK ABOUT THIS 😞😞😞
user13 can’t wait for her to dominate.
→ therealy/n_l/n ✔︎ …🤨
→ user14 STOP I DIDN’T MEAN IT LIKE THAT I MEANT LIKE THE EVENTS IN GENERAL 😞
jordanchiles ✔︎ we should like totally escape the olympic village and eat real food again.
→ therealy/n_l/n ✔︎ NOT ON THE INSTA PAGE JORDAN. THIS WAS MENT TO BE SECRET. (i’ll meet you outside in 10)
→ paris2024 ✔︎ What’s so bad about the village?
→ simonbiles ✔︎ everything
→ katieledecky ✔︎ everything
→ stephen_nedoroscik ✔︎ everything
→ carlitosalcarazz ✔︎ everything
→ henrikchristians1 ✔︎ everything (besides the muffins 🤤)
→ djokernole ✔︎ everything
→ paris2024 ✔︎ :(
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therealy/n_l/n what. a. olympic. games. would have preferred to keep my face from bleeding though 😓
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user14 getting injured and getting a medal the same day s actually insane
user15 she came to serve
→ user16 YEAH TO SERVE CUNT 🗣️ !!
teammate1 IM SO PROUD OF YOU 🥹🩷
→ therealy/n_l/n PROUD OF ME? IM PROUD OF YOU YOU GOLD MEDALIST
simonebiles ✔︎ truly amazing effort! 👏
→ user17 SIMONEEE
→ therealy/n_l/n ✔︎ QUEEN SIMONE 🥹 It was such a honor to be a rival against you!!
sunisalee ✔︎ YOU DID SO SO SO GOOD Y/N!!
→ therealy/n_l/n ✔︎ SUNIIIII MY BELOVED BARS AND FLOOR LOVER!! CONGRATS YOURSELF ON HOW AMAZING YOU ARE!!
jordanchiles ✔︎ free from the olympic village at last 🫡
→ therealy/n_l/n ✔︎ ABOUT DAMN TIME 😭😭
→ henrikchristians1 ✔︎ time to eat some real food again 🤤
user18 is no one gonna talk about the interview after the ceremony??
→ user19 interview what interview??
→ user20 the one where Y/N’s teammates leaked her being a HUGE lewis hamilton fan! like she has a mASSIVE crush on him.
→ user21 OMG NO WAY WHAT’S THE LINK???
→ user22 @ user21 here it is!! https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dQw4w9WgXcQ
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OLYMPIANS AND THEIR CELEBRITY CRUSHES! - PARIS OLYMPICS 2024
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therealy/n_l/n rest and relaxation 🌺🌊
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lailahasanovic ✔︎ in love
f1gossipoffical the kika, laila AND alexandra like+comment?? 👀
francisca.cgomes ✔︎ lindaaaaaa ❤️
user23 she so fucking fine
y/n_l/nswifeoffical who tf is lewis hamilton and why are there rumors they are dating now.
alexandrasaintmleux ✔︎ 🐠 🩵
lewishamilton ✔︎ 🌞
→ user24 LEWIS SIGHTING
→ user25 ya’ll are freaking out over a emoji 😭
→ user26 yeah because lewis comments on every girls posts 😒
→ y/n_l/nswifeoffical she’s too good for you
→ user27 he’s a 7 time world champion??? @ y/n_l/nswifeoffical
→ user28 and she’s a fucking OLYMPIAN?? @ user27
→ user29 or…. they could kiss and have a d1 athlete @ user27 @ user28
→ user27 ….
→ user28 ….
→ user29 just a thought 😓
georgerussell63 ✔︎ ??? @ lewishamilton 👀
→ user30 george wants the tea too
→ user31 CAN WE BLAME HIM?? I WANT IT TOO
user31.5 the wags commenting and liking after the rumors with lewis start? interesting…
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📍 Monza Grand Prix, Italy
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lewishamilton Decent results today! Very happy and we will continue pushing forward 👊 New surges of motivation can change everything in a person 😊
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therealy/n_l/n 🩵
*liked by Lewis Hamilton*
landonorris ✔︎ new surges of motivation you say? 😏
→ user32 LANDO WHAT DO YOU KNOW
user33 lewis is not beating the y/n allegations
user34 y/n in the likes???
charles_leclerc ✔︎ glad to see this new “motivation” is helping you out 🙃
→ user35 CHARLES TOO?!?!?
user36 how much does everyone wanna bet this motivation is y/n?
→ user37 we don’t need to bet. we all know it’s true 💀
maxverstappen1 ✔︎ this motivation is doing some good work then 😉
→ lewishamilton ✔︎ very! 🥴
→ user38 WHATS THAT EMOJI FOR??? @ lewishamilton
carlossainz55 ✔︎ Motivation is always the key! 😊
user38 the drivers on the grid are NOT helping his case 😭
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therealy/n_l/n feeling salty and it’s not just bc twitter ruined my amazing hard launch i was gonna do 😞
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lewishamilton ✔︎ guess the surprise is out 😅 But you still look stunning, babe. wouldn’t want to be anywhere you aren’t 🩷
→ therealy/n_l/n ✔︎ STOP IT YOU’RE THE SWEETEST 🥹 i love you so much lew 🩷
summary: the season is finally over and lewis finally can spend time with you. he shares a part of his life that not many people know … he loves drifting.
warning: 18+ nsfw mdni, semi-public sex (car sex) , creampie, dirty talk, unprotected sex
note: yes this is because of that video. i'm not ashamed. i don’t know how i feel about this one, it feels a little rushed but please let me know, leave me feedback please. typed on my phone. not edited!
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“Every time I think you can’t show me just how crazy you are, you do.” You commented as you took off your leather jacket and threw it into the back seat of his choice of car for the night.
“Street racing is not that crazy.”
“Babe, you went indoor skydiving on Monday, outdoor skydiving yesterday and now you’re in a street race. How did you even find out about this?” You looked around the packed parking lot, full of people with their phones out, recording the spectacle.
“Totally normal things one does when they’ve finished a horrific season in a terrible car.” He replied as he pulled you into his body by your waist. You wrapped your arms around his neck and caressed the back of his neck.
“You just want to get the frustrations of the season out on something don’t you?”
“I can’t fuck you every second of every day so I have to find other methods unfortunately.” You playfully pushed him away from you as the comment left his lips. Still holding onto your hand, he came back into your personal space, trapping you against the body of the car and playing his hand on either side of your body. “Don’t act like you haven’t liked the way I’ve been fucking you everyday.” He whispered in your ear, his breath tickling the weak spot below your right ear.
“Oh my god, stop it.” You could feel your cheeks warming up, feeling bashful as if people could hear the naughty words that he was whispering into your ear. He gave you one breathtaking kiss before pulling away and leaving you frazzled. He led you into the passenger side of the car before he turned his attention to one of the people who had organised the race.
Your body was buzzing with excitement as you looked around the pimped white R34 GTR. Despite it being a coupe, you felt comfortable sitting inside. The seats were warmed up and the fabric was not biting into the exposed part of your thighs that were left out of your mini skirt. The race had not even started and you felt like your body was on fire. You longed for Lewis’s touch, craving for it like he had not spent the past few days buried as deep inside of you as he could be.
You rolled the window down and crossed your arms on the window frame as you let your eyes fall on your man.
“Baby…” You whined. When he turned around to look at you, you pouted your lips which caused him to smirk and make his way towards you. “When are we going to start?”
“Ever the impatient little thing.” He leaned down and pecked your lips.
“What’s taking so long?”
“We were just discussing the rules and whatnot but we’re ready now.”
“Yay!” You squealed as you situated back in your seat as he walked around the front of the car and got into the driver’s seat.
“Put on your seatbelt ma.” He told you as he fastened his. So giddy to see Lewis drive first hand, your hand slipped and Lewis took the buckle and fastened it for you.
“You’re so cute when you’re excited.” He mumbled before capturing your lips. You softly moaned into his mouth as he nibbled on your bottom lip before he sucked it into his mouth. You held onto his cheeks, caressing his skin as you slowly kissed him back. Feeling the scratch of your nails on his jawline, he groaned softly as he invaded more of your space, pushing you back into the seat.
A honk broke the two of you out of your love spell. “If the two of you can stop tryna eat each other, we can actually get this race started.” A voice came from outside your open window. You hid your face in Lewis’s chest as he popped his hand outside of the window and raised his middle finger to the person speaking.
“Let’s get it started.”
Lewis immediately got into his zen. He fixed his cap and then rubbed his hands together. His jaw was flexing like he was chewing gum.
“Did you steal my gum?” You questioned. He turned to you with a smirk on his face as he tucked the piece of gum to the front of his teeth. You rolled your eyes settling back into your seat as the countdown for the race to begin started.
The rev of the engine when it came to life sent a shiver down your spine. One hand on the steering wheel and the other on the gear shift. Watching his hands tighten their grip made your insides clench. It reminded you of the way he would grab you as he brutally fucked you.
It wasn’t until the surge of the car lunging forward did you realise that he was now driving. You snapped out of your memories and held onto the car as he pushed the car faster.
“Hold tight babygirl.” Lewis laughed as he changed the gears. He was focused, controlling the car in a way you had seen him do with a formula one car; however, seeing him so up close was thrilling in a way that you never expected it to be. His dominance over the car was beautiful. The car was moving incredibly fast and the force pinning your body to the side of the door.
He looked at you and laughed out loud at your current position as he drifted around the corner. “You okay there sweetheart?”
“You better fucking win this thing.” You yelled through the roars of the throttling engine.
“What will I get if I win Princess?” He licked his lips as he reached over the console and gripped the meat of your thigh. You moaned feeling his fingers softly dig into your flesh.
“Win this and I’ll ride your dick right in that seat.”
“Bet.” Like a man possessed he pushed the car past its limits to the point that the shift was beginning to smoke. Your laughter along with his filled the space as he passed by every car. He looked at you with a gleeful expression on his face, the twinkle in his eyes shining and god you loved seeing him happy.
Within minutes, he was crossing the finish line.
“Woo! That’s how you fucking do it baby!” He laughed as he did donuts in the car park. The thrill of the race was finally settling into your bones as you held onto the car door. Your pussy began to throb - seeing your boyfriend in his element was truly a blessing and he was a masterpiece. When the car finally stopped and he got out of the car, he was immediately swamped by people congratulating him. As he gave his thanks, he weaved through the crowd to come to your side and opened the door for you.
“Congratulations champion.” You mumbled softly as you wrapped your arms around his neck. The tip of his cap was touching your forehead as he leaned down to kiss you.
“Thank you angel.” He replied through the kisses. His hands trailed down your back and cupped your ass, pulling you into his body. You moaned softly into this mouth as the kiss deepened, not caring that you were practically surrounded by a large group of people. You tried to pull away but he chased your lips which caused you to giggle.
“You need to talk to these people.” You whispered as you dropped your hands to his upper forearms and squeezed them.
“I’d rather have you riding my dick. You know, what you promised me if I won.”
“I can’t really do that when there’s people everywhere, baby.” You giggled as you tried to pull away from him but he kept you close to his body and buried his face in the nape of your neck and placed kisses along the length of it.
“I’ll make it quick.” He said before he moved away from you.
You watched as he spoke to the promoters. He didn’t pick up the prize money - he just loved the thrill of the race and that was what he got and then some. He rushed to get you away from the masses as he quickly placed you back in the car and drove away. His excitement was fascinating to you. The two of you had been together for close to a year now and it was always like the first days of your relationship.
It didn’t take long for him to find a secluded spot in an empty underground parking lot before he pulled you into his lap.
“Aren’t we eager?'' You giggled as you held onto the back of his chair as your body pressed into his. He took off his hat and threw it into the backseat.
“Been craving you all day.” He whispered against your jawline as he unbuckled your corset and let it fall from your body. “Been thinking about being deep inside of you since you told me that you wanted to ride my dick in this seat.” His right hand trailed down to your chest and cupped your breast and squeezed it gently before trapping the nipple in between his fingers and tugging on it.
A moan escaped you before you leaned down to kiss him. Passion running through you as you rolled your hips, creating a friction between your bodies.
“Baby.” You moaned softly before your hand reached in between your bodies and gripped his hard length into your warm palm. His hands cupped your face as he deepened the kiss as you rushed to pull most of the fabric away from his hips.
“I don’t think I can wait.” His free hand was in your hair, tugging on the strands as your foreheads were pressed against each other. You raised your hips and moved your thongs to the side.
“I don’t want to wait either.” You were too wet and your need for Lewis ran far deeper than anything else. Lewis grunted softly as he rubbed his tips against your wet folds. Your nails dug into the flesh of his arms as he applied more pressure onto your throbbing clit. “I need you, please.”
That’s all it took for Lewis to slip inside of you. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as you sank down on him, taking him inch by inch until you were nestled at his base.
“Fuck.” Lewis softly moaned before he swallowed your whimpers of his name with a slow and passionate kiss. His arms wrapped around your waist, caging you in as you raised yourself and slammed back down on him. It never mattered how many of time the two of you had sex, the weight of his cock inside you was heavy and always so filling. He stretched you to your limits and you could feel him everywhere within you.
His sweatshirt rubbed against your sensitive nipples as you bounced on him, the feeling sending sparks rushing down your spine causing you to clamp up around his length.
“You feel so good baby, fuck.” You moaned in his ear as the wetness that the both of you were creating was beginning to echo within the confines of the small space.
“You’re riding my dick so fucking good.” Lewis breathed his words into your chest before he pulled a taut nipple into his mouth, sucking on it hard. You gasped as your hips staggered - the drawl of his mouth, the swirl of his tongue was a bit too much for you to bear. Your thighs tightened up around his waist as his large hands gripped your ass and brought you down onto him again and again, pushing him deeper into you.
“Fuck, fuck fuck, fuck!” You chanted as you increased your pace. Your whole body was tingling with your impending orgasm. Your nails scratched the leather fabric of the seats as the both of you edged closer and closer. The drags of your cunt on his dick felt too good. It was a feeling that you were never going to get tired of.
He hit that sweet spot inside of you which caused you to cry out louder and slam your hand onto the fogged up window. The car was rocking and neither of you cared that you were being loud enough to be heard by any soul that decided to grace the car park. Every part of you felt so heavy and you sagged into his body but he held you up as he fucked into you, bringing the two of you closer to your climax.
Your hands landed on his cheeks before you pulled him to you, your lips meeting in a hungry kiss. Panting into each other’s mouth as you climbed higher and higher.
“I’m gonna fucking cum.” You gasped as you bit on his neck, groaning as you erupted all around him. His eyes rolled softly as he held you down as you milked him.
“Shit.” He cussed as your heart pounded so loudly that you could hear your blood rushing in your ears. He held you, his hands caressing your back as bathed in the aftermath of your frenzied love making. He was still pretty hard inside of you and it made you chuckle. One round was never enough for Lewis, he was barely sated as it is.
But you knew that he would be more sensitive as you slowly rotated your hips. His hips jerked as your walls tightly clenched around him. Because of his first orgasm, his sensitivity was high and you felt every throbbing inch of his cock.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck baby - so fucking tight!” He groaned before slapping your ass as you immediately fell into a paced rhythm. Lewis tried to move his hips to his pace but you were riding him so hard and fast, he just had to take it.
“Want you to fill me up again Daddy, please?” You whimpered in his ear before you trailed your lips up his jawline. His moan vibrated through your chest as he grabbed your ass again as you took him in again and again.
It didn’t take long for his dick twitch inside of you again before he was gripping you by your neck and moaning into your mouth as he emptied his seed inside of you.
“Give it to me just like that.” You giggled as you felt him throbbing inside of you. “Gimme that nut.” You cooed in his ear.
“This pussy is so fucking good.” He mumbled before he pecked your lips. “Never going anywhere.”
“‘And you better fucking not. This is my dick.” You smirked as you licked his lips before capturing him into a kiss.
