LostinLewis

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[lostinlewis]

Hiatus: Over, I am back my lovelies.

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Most of my current content is about Lewis Hamilton, however I will be expanding to original characters and maybe some more well known names, as well as writing more of Lewis.

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I welcome all prompts & suggestions, I write purely on vibes and emotion. Send me a message with your suggestion, or even just to say hi. I don’t bite.

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Lewis Hamilton

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[lostinlewis]

Psst…I have something coming on Friday 😉

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“Damn.” You felt his hand release your arm as if the skin to skin contact now stung. “For what it’s worth, it was never just fun for me.”

[lostinlewis]

Psst…I have something coming on Friday 😉

[lostinlewis]

So…Lewis won 👀❤️

[lostinlewis]

Okay so I've spent the last couple of hours trying to find Wanderlust and still couldn't find it :(

I found part 2 but not 1 so if u still have it that'd be great 🥺

Hey bestie so sorry I don’t know why I haven’t uploaded it, I’ll have a look at the weekend for it and upload x

[lostinlewis]

Open to prompts of any kind ☺️

[lostinlewis]

I have so many unfinished Lewis pieces, what tropes would you like to read most? Or what stories do you want me to finish out?

[mauvecherie-writes]

so ready: l.hamilton.

pairing: lewis hamilton x pt fem!black reader

summary: you’re his trainer, he’s him, the chemistry is undeniable.

warning: 18+ mdni, EXTREME SEXUAL CONTENT, pwp, fast paced, teasing, dirty talk, degradation kink?, unprotected sex, guys, I’m a slut - we sucking and fucking over here.

notes: I put a break on working on endless melodies, this picture called for my attention and here we are 😩. I also don’t know where the 3.5K words came from 😭 this was meant to be short.

w.c: 3.5K

tags: @queenshikongo3 @dhlfastestlap @hersinsarescarlet @emjayewrites @saintslewis @serpenttines-library @hopefulromantic1 @cocobutterqwueen @bluesole16 @chaneajoyyy @melodichaeuxx-lacritquexx @felicity-x0 @lewisroscoelove @lh44adore @hellomadamebutterfly @scorpiobleue @qveenmelanink @tremendousstarlighttragedy

buy me a kofi.

You sighed as you walked through the underground garage of the building. You were mentally preparing yourself to be in your client’s presence. You wish you could have rejected his contract but it was such good money to resist - a resource that you needed at the time - and he was a good man. Refusing to train him would have not made sense outside of the biggest con being that you were attracted to him.

Deeply attracted to him.

Every session was a fighting battle and today would be no different.

It had been seven months since you started working with him. Lewis was very serious about his physical health but he was so flirtatious and it made it hard to concentrate on your job. But today, you promised yourself that you would be serious and not give into his little games.

On the elevator ride up to his penthouse, you trained your mind to block his advances and not give into his charm. However, whether you intended to or not, your outfit choice for the session was along the lines of cute and practical. The grey headband keeping your hair away from your face was matching the gym shorts that you were wearing. Your physique was on display without it coming off as a little desperate. It’s not like you needed to put in any type of effort anyway, you were beautiful enough on your own but the outfit was just a greater temptation for Lewis.

Even though you lied to yourself that you didn’t enjoy the game of teasing that you played with him.

“Lewis! I’m here!” You yelled as you walked through the lobby of his penthouse. The patters of Roscoe’s feet against the marbled floor rang through to your ears. The aging dog ran towards you and it brought a smile to your face. You bent down and grabbed the pup’s face into your hands and caressed the deep folds of his cheeks.

“Hi boy!” You spoke with a high pitch to your voice. “You’ve been good for your Dads when I’ve been away?” He licked the palms of your hands as he wiggled his tail.

“Yeah! Because you’re a good boy aren’t you? It’s your Dad that’s the trouble maker.” You said to Roscoe before standing up straight.

“Oh I’m a trouble maker now?” His voice was the first thing that you heard before you saw him. As you walked to the kitchen to wash your hands, you caught sight of him leaning against the living room area wall as he watched you.

Dressed in a dark grey fitted t-shirt and matching grey shorts with black thermals beneath. His locs were braided away from his face, forcing you to bare witness to his beauty.

“You’ve always been one, don’t act so surprised now.” You replied as you watched your hands. You may not be able to see him but you could feel his eyes on your back. You bit your lip as you wiped your hands and then turned around. Your hands were on either side of your body on the counter as you looked at him.

“When have I ever caused trouble for you darling?” He asked as he stood to his full height and moved closer to you in the kitchen area, stopping by the island and leaning fowards against it.

“Do you really want me to answer that question? Because I have a list of examples.”

He laughed at your response instead of answering. He knew exactly what you were talking about.

“Anyway. Are you ready for our session today? I don’t want any problems this time around. You have somewhere to be and so do I. So no funny games.” You stressed the last part of your statement - more to yourself than to him.

Lewis’s eyes were drooped low, his long lashes nearly touching the apple of his cheeks as they hung low before he trailed them from the exposed skin of your thighs to your flushed cheeks as you held in your breath. His teeth trapped the flesh of his bottom lip to restrict his smile from spreading as he stood up straight.

“I’ll be on my good behaviour. I promise.” His voice was an octave deep and laced with temptation. You knew then, that this training session would be anything but smooth sailing.

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A good sparring session was a great way to end a productive session. Lewis stayed true to his word for most of the time but he’d throw in a flirtatious jab here and there that had you flustered. As much as you tried to hate it, you revelled in the way that those comments made you feel.

One last sparring session and you won’t have to see him for another three days.

You needed that breather.

“Come on baby girl. You can give it to me harder than that.” He teased as he bounced on his feet as he moved away from you. You rolled your eyes as you flexed your arms.

“I’m your trainer Lewis. I’m not supposed to be harder on you.”

“I can take it.” He shrugged. “That’s something you’re supposed to be saying in the right circumstances.”

“You’re a cocky little shit!” You stressed as your fingers flexed in the punching mitts before you began to run after him.

“There we gooo. Give me that fire, show me what you got baby.” He smirked at you. You fumed as you stopped chasing him and took off your punching mitts.

“Beating your ass would give me the greatest pleasure.” You said as you threw the mitts down before pulling the bandage wrap out of your open bag.

“I can do many things that can bring you pleasure that don’t involve us boxing.”

“Prove it.” You spat at him.

Before things moved forward, Lewis did the one thing that he knew would disrupt your focus.

He took his shirt off and kicked it close to the edge of the floor to ceiling mirror. All of the witty comments dried in your throat as you took him in. The defined muscles of his abs, the deep pelvis lines, the rich tan contrasting his tattoos and most of all, the budding chest hair.

Involuntarily, your thighs clenched at the sight.

He licked his lips as he watched you struggle for words. He could see the fight in your eyes as you were determined to not fall into the trap of your attraction but your body was failing tremendously.

Fine. You thought. Two can play that game.

Without warning, you grabbed the edge of your top and pulled it over your head. If Lewis thought his naked chest would disrupt you then you could pull the same card. Left in just your padded sports bra, you watched as Lewis became as speechless as you had been.

You were not going to make this easy for him.

Lewis finished wrapping his hands. “I’m ready.”

The both of you put up a good fight. Physically and mentally. Every hit, every jab, felt like a victory in the war of desire. Both of your bodies damp from sweat with how much energy you exerted during this ‘friendly’ sparring session.

You were winning. He asked for your all and you gave it. This was something just to prove to yourself that you could resist him. That you could withstand his charm and that your attraction didn’t lead you blind.

Then he grabbed your wrists and pulled younclose to his body. You gasped as he tightly held your hands behind your back trapping them by his torso as his other arm wrapped around your waist.

“Aren’t you tired of playing this game sweetheart?” He whispered in your ear.

“You started it. Of everyone, you should know how crucial professionalism should be.” You hissed back as you struggled to get out of his hold.

“How could I focus on staying professional when every part of me wants to explore every inch on you. And don’t try to deny it either. I see the way you look at me, the way you desire me in a way that would disgrace the gods.”

Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as he spoke. His words were the apple from the tree of knowledge and his voice was the serpent in the garden of Eden.

“I can’t pretend anymore.” He confessed. “I want you YN. I want you so fucking much.”

“Now you admit it.” You say as you squirmed. Lewis held onto you tighter.

“I never denied it darling.” He chuckled in your ear. “You did. We wouldn’t be having this back and forth if you had just admitted that you were into me the way I was into you.”

“That wouldn’t change the fact that I was compromising a client-employer relationship and my reputation just for some dick.”

“This dick would change your life baby.”

“You’re so fucking annoying!”

“Turn around and say that to my face.”

He spun you in his arms before another word could be uttered. You stared at each other with no words spoken as your eyes ventured from their eyes to their lips. The action causing you to lick your lips.

“Cat got your tongue?” He teased as his hands dropped to your waist and pulled you closer. The smile on his face held the promise of everything that he had teased and taunted you about. Wicked and sinful things that had your mouth watering at the mere thought of them.

Body to body like this, the wall that you had been building in your mind had come crumbling down. Not that you had put up that big of a fight anyway but the effort that had been exerted up to now was too much and you were giving it up.

You were ready. You were more than ready.

“You’ve been trying your hardest to break me. And for a while I forgot that I too can play this game very well.” You said as you hooked a finger around the strap of your bra and brought it down your arm.

“I want you Lewis, I do.” You finally admitted. “But you want me just as much, if not more.” You unhooked your bra and flung it across the room. He fought to push the bandages away from his knuckles before embracing you with his big hands running up and down your back.

“If you had just given me the chance, I would loved on you the second I knew that you felt the same.” He whispered as his hands trailed down your back and settled on your ass. He kneaded the flesh of your ass cheeks, drawing you closer so that you could feel his breath on the top of your lip.

You leaned forward and kissed him with all of your might. All of the pent up desire you had been holding at bay for the last seven months burst out of you. You pushed your body into his as he moved his lips roughly over yours, opening your mouth for the sweet intrusion of his tongue as he deepened the kiss. Your nails dug into his back as you wrapped a leg around his waist as you felt the lower part of his body pressing into you.

Lewis moved his hand from your ass, trailing it up your spine before cupping the back of your neck and pulling you inwards. You gasped as he nibbled on your bottom lip, pulling the lip into his mouth. Your pussy creamed at the realisation at just how hard his dick was as it rested against you.

“Let me taste you.” You said as you pulled your lips away. “Please.”

“Do you think you deserve it? After the way you made me feel for wanting you? You think you deserve my touch?”

“Lewis … please.”

“Take these off.” He growled as he tugged at your grey shorts. You made light work of them before stepping back into his embrace. Your small cotton panties were digging into the flesh of your hips but Lewis quickly tugged at the material and shoved them down the length of her legs.

His eyes focused back on your face as he felt your hands move down the back of his head and edge him closer to your core. He pushed your legs further apart as his fingers teased your hot skin. His eyes soaking in every reaction that he drew out of you.

“You have spend the last seven months playing hard to get but here you are, ready to crumble at the touch of my fingers.” Lewis whispered as he pressed kisses onto your stomach.

“You’re talking entirely too much for someone who has pussy staring them in their face.”

“And this pussy is glorious, believe me. But I need you to suffer a little bit.”

He gave you an inch by running his fingers teased along your slit but did not settle his fingers where you needed him the most. Instead of shoving his digits into your cunt like he wanted, he brought them to his lips and licked them clean.

“So good.” He said and then stood straight and buried his face into the crook of your neck. He licked at your flesh before sinking in his teeth. The way he drew your skin into his mouth caused you to moan.

“Lew, please. Please.” You begged before he claimed your mouth yet again. He kissed you hard with his tongue lashing against yours before his teeth sunk into your bottom lip causing the sweetest pain to shoot up your spine. You pushed your body against him as far as your standing position would allow.

He wrapped his hands in your sweated out hair which was reverting back to its natural curl pattern. He pulled away from your lips and stared down at you with the darkest look of arousal tainting his beautiful eyes.

You watched as a cocky smirk etched on his face. You knew Lewis had you. Once your inhibitions were shut down, it was very easy for you to turn to your desires. And that lust had you falling to your knees as you looked up at him as his cock swelled in the confines of his thermals.

You pushed the fabric further down his thick thighs until his cock was revealed and … holy shit.

You knew that Lewis had the inches and the girth to work with but you weren’t expecting it to be so … heavy? His dick was so big and thick but it was nothing you couldn’t work with. Especially with the smugness glazing his eyes, you took it as a challenge.

His legs were spread, standing tall and proud as his dick bobbed in front of you. Heavy, leaking and begging for your oral attention.

“Open your mouth.” He said as he held his cock by the base and pointed it towards your plump lips.

Your mouth quickly hung open and your tongue darted out to lick his tip. You swirled your tongue around the head before you slid most of his dick into your mouth and sucked. You were extra as fuck as you licked and slurped, wanting him to understand the sloppy, messy head that awaited him. That you had been fantasising about this moment for a long time and now you were going to show to show him what you were about.

“Sucking this dick so fucking good.” He groaned as he held your head and tipped it back before moving his hips so that his tip was brushing back against the back of your throat.

“This is what you needed huh? My dick in your mouth to turn you into a little slut for me.” You moaned around him as you stretched your hands out on his torso, feeling his chest hairs prickle against your palm.

You don’t answer him as you continue working your head up and down his length. He felt so good in your mouth. The muskiness of his scent was all that you could think off as your saliva pooled in your mouth the more he worked his hips, fucking your mouth.

You were so eager to suck his dick. You pushed your head down further, taking him deeper down your throat which caused his knees to buckle.

“Jesus fucking Christ.” Lewis groaned as he fisted your hair tighter, looking down at you as you moved your head fast, spit bubbles building as your nose brushed against his pelvis before your hand came up to fondle with his balls.

“Just like that. Keep sucking me just like that baby.” He gasped as you continued sucking on him as if you were trying to take his soul. Sure, Lewis had brought you down to your knees but you were making him regret ever thinking that he held all of the cards. There were no words to describe just how good you were sucking his dick. Your hands cradling his balls, his tip repeatedly hitting the back of your throat - this was more than otherworldly.

When you pulled your lips away from him, Lewis felt like he could breathe as you moved your hand around his length in tight, circular motions.

“If I didn’t want to come inside of you, I would have come all over your beautiful face.” He spoke with a hoarseness to his voice before he manoeuvered you underneath him. The gym mats were harsh against your skin but you were past the point of caring.

“Fuck me.” You whispered as Lewis shifted your legs into the crooks of his arms as his dick rubbed against your opening. You reached up and claimed his mouth. His saltiness lingered between each entanglement of your lips. You tasted the remnants of your sweetness in his mouth the longer you greedily moved your mouth against his.

You didn’t care for the way the hard mats were biting into your skin. All you cared about what the surge of lust that burst through you as Lewis rubbed his cock against your cunt. His hand travelled up to your throat and squeezed as he positioned himself in between your legs. Every single gasp and little cry that he pulled out of you pushed him closer to the edge. His lips sought your earlobe as he raised your leg to his shoulder before he finally sunk into your pussy.

You were so soft. So sweet. So tight. So wet. You accepted him like you’d been waiting for him all this time and then clenched onto him so hard that Lewis so felt lightheaded before he could complete his stroke.

Lewis needed to regain his composure but you were a withering mess beneath him. Your scent like a cocoon around the both of you, he couldn’t find his bearings as he found a rhythm to his strokes.

Slow and deep as you arched your back and dug your nails into the skin of his back.

Your lips parted as you struggled to catch your breath with the sexy sounds of your pleasure reverberating through the room, bouncing off the equipment back into his ears.

Lewis let your legs fall back to his waist as he dropped to his forearms so that his body, slick with sweat, pressed against yours. You immediately wrapped both of your legs around his waist, pulling him even deeper into you as he resumed his slow, deep thrusts coupled with circular motions that always pulled a sharp, little cry from you beneath him.

For months he had dreamt you like this. Underneath him, begging and crying for him as he deprived your body of pleasure.

Your nipples grazed his chest as he moved. You trailed your fingernails down the length of his back as you pulled him in for frantic kisses as the both of you moved towards the inevitable conclusion.

Lewis pressed his forehead against yours as your pussy started clenching rapidly around him.

“That’s it, baby,” he demanded through his teeth. “Cum all over this dick.”

You screamed his name and it was the sexiest thing he’d ever heard. He covered your mouth with his, swallowing your cries of pleasure, thrusting hard and fast into you as he chased the orgasm building in him.

You scratched at his back, gripped the sheets and bit into the pillow even as you started moving your hips up to meet his dick.

“Lewis!” You yelled as your eyes rolled to the back of your head, your orgasm plummeting through your body.

“That’s it sweetheart. Come all over this dick.” He growled into your ear as he bucked his hips hard and fast before the force of his climax had him tensing and twitching in between your legs.

You hummed softly as Lewis returned to himself once his muscles had stopped twitching. All that pent up energy had finally been released and the both of you were butt naked in his private gym.

So many lines had been crossed tonight but either of you cared. Especially when he kissed you senseless and promised you more orgasms than you were ready to give.

London fashion week be damned ….

[lostinlewis]

I KNEW IT! The second I saw that story I knew we're getting you back😭😍

Hahahaha one little flash of chest hair and a happy trail and I’m back in like I never left

[lostinlewis]

Rating: M

Words: 2178

You typed the six digits into the keypad of his door like it was just another Sunday visit, you knew it was significant that he had kept the code the same for the past few months, significant or slack, but you knew him better than to believe he would be slack about anything, least of all his security. 

Lewis had practically invited you over, first the thirst trap he posted to Instagram, the one in which he made sure to show the Cream cushion you had bought him last year, the one in which told you he was back in London for the first time in months, and then with the caption that was quite clearly a response to you. He was ready, he was telling you he was ready. 

The house was empty but for the soft music that played through every speaker in the house, something Lewis had insisted on installing the moment he bought the house, just so he could spend nights with you dancing from room to room as you drank wine and made plans for the future. 

‘I thought you were over me?’ His voice came from the stairway as you passed it, his tone completely unreadable. ‘I thought you said that you never wanted to see me again?’

You turned to face him, he hadn’t bothered to get dressed post work-out, instead he was standing on the stairs with nothing but a White towel wrapped around his waist, the tie working overtime to keep it from falling to the floor. A part of you wished it would, you needed him disarmed, you needed him to not question your presence nor your reasoning, but you also knew the luck always laid with him.

‘We both said a lot of things.’ 

You tried so hard to project confidence in your voice but he could hear the way in which you trembled with fear. You had worked so hard to convince yourself that he was not the man for you, countless nights spent reading romance novels in which the male love interest displayed obvious and cliched signs of affection just to try and trick your brain into wanting that over a man who always struggled with his emotions. Yet here you were again, six months after you swore you would never speak to him again, you stood at the bottom of his stairs watching him descend towards you looking like some kind of god from the heavens. 

‘You kept the code the same, that’s not like you?’ 

Lewis smiled as he met you at your level, both of you the same height had meant that as you gazed into each other's eyes it was virtually impossible to break away. It also meant that when he moved but a breath away from you, it forced you to feel the warmth of his lips almost against yours, teasing you with the possibility of feeling them once more, daring you to be strong enough to resist. 

‘I told you as you walked out the door six months ago, I was never going to stop you from coming back to me and I meant it. If I changed the code you would have made it as far as the gate and turned away, wouldn’t you? I couldn’t risk losing the chance to see you because of one little code now, could I?’ 

He was so close to you now it felt like he was touching you, your skin yearned for the feel of his, your waist ached to be held, and yet he was polite, he was cautious with you, he resisted the urge to do anything but look into your eyes. 

‘Why Lewis? Why now?’ 

His eyes traced down your nose until they fixated on your lips, forcing you to part them, your body reacting to his on instinct as if time was irrelevant and it was only yesterday that it belonged to him. 

‘Because…’ Somehow he moved even closer to you, this time his hands found their place on your hips like they had nowhere else to rest. ‘I really needed to do this.’

The very moment his lips met yours you felt your whole body relax, it was then that you realised that for the past six months you had been tense, your muscles in knots constantly, every fibre of your being felt off without his touch. 

He was so greedy with his lips, devouring your own as one hand lay on your waist, the other moving down your ass to hold it, pulling you so close to him now you could feel his excitement pressed against you. 

Lewis took control so naturally that you never had to think of a thing when he was around, and that included during intimate moments like this. With one swift movement he had your legs wrapped around his waist as he carried you up the stairs to his bedroom like you were as light as a feather, placing you down on his bed to really get a look at you. 

It didn’t matter to him that you were fully dressed. Of course he knew every inch of your body, he had studied it enough, but as he stood to the end of the bed just looking at you, it wasn’t your naked body he was admiring, it was the whole of you. That was the part of romance novels that he always had them beat, whilst he was never one for flowers on a random Tuesday, nor was he one to make public declarations of love, the look in his eyes as he stared at you was so filled with love that even Jane Austen would struggle to find the words to describe it. 

‘Come here…’ 

Your plea a whisper, barely audible over the music that continued to play, but he knew what you wanted from the way your body arched towards him, begging him to join you on the bed.

He let the towel fall to the floor with no shame, every inch of the man you remembered, he climbed in between your still clothed legs and seemed to take delight in getting to undress you. As his fingers undid your clothing to reveal another piece of you, his lips warmed the newly bare skin, the perfect excuse to taste every part of you. 

The very moment he had you stripped bare he could do nothing for a moment but look at you once again, Lewis saw all of you, the stretchmarks you hated, the scars from childhood too, yet what you viewed as a flaw, he viewed as perfection. He had told you so many times before how you were the most beautiful thing he had ever seen, and as he knelt between your legs, his eyes unable to take in enough of you at one time by the way they darted from skin to skin, you could see it was the truth. 

When desire became too overwhelming for him to fight any longer, he wrapped a hand around your ankle pulling it up to meet your lips. Lewis loved the taste of you, sure he would spend hours between your legs if he could, but he loved the taste of your skin, as he kissed from your foot, up your leg, you heard his breathing get deeper, the odd soft growl leave his lips. Nothing satisfied him more than having the taste of you on his tongue. 

He wasn’t shy about eating pussy, nor did he ever start off slow. Being granted permission to live between your thighs for that period of time made him show you just how much he appreciated it. His lips wrapped around the hood of your clit as he kissed it first, before he sucked your clit into his mouth just to hear the gasp leave your lips, and feel your whole body rise off the bed. 

‘Fuck…Lewis…oh my god.’

The words fell off your lips as if pleading for mercy would do anything but spur him on. Every moan made him tease your clit with his tongue harder, every time your hands gripped at the sheets he drove his tongue deeper inside of you. Lewis could make you feel things that even you couldn’t do to yourself, and no one else on earth could make you cum just as quickly as he did. 

Your moans now were continuous, the waves of pleasure that ran through your body unstoppable. You could feel it building quickly, you knew he could too. Lewis ground into the mattress to satisfy himself just a little as he flicked at your clit with a pulsation that bettered any Rose vibrator. 

Your breath held still in your chest as you peaked, feeling the explosion in every nerve ending in your body you shook violently on the bed as he held your waist down, ensuring that he could eat you through every wave and then into a state of sensitive ecstasy. It was only when he felt you jerk with every lick that he came up for air. His beard proudly carrying remnants of your pleasure, he licked his lips with a satisfied smile on his face.

If it wasn’t for how incredibly hard he was, his dick practically pulsating in desperation for your help, you would have thought he got himself off too but he hadn’t, he was saving that for you. 

Your hands reached for his dick, you always needed them both to really hold him, before he grabbed your wrists and placed them above your head as he laid his full weight on top of you, nibbling at your throat. 

‘I need to be inside of you.’ 

His words growled into your ear as he sucked on your earlobe, you could feel the tip of his dick threatening to enter you as he tried so hard to hold back. You knew that it meant he wouldn’t last long, he never could when you had been away from each other for so long, not that you cared a bit. It could have been three strokes and he was done and you still would have loved every single one. 

‘Let me…’

In his weakened state you knew just what to do to make him feel good. Lewis fell to the bed as you climbed on top of him, hovering over his dick so close that you began to drip over it, his eyes rolling to the back of his head. He was painfully erect now, his desire for you almost torturous. 

‘Please baby…’

He begged you for it with a look in his eyes that was so incredibly vulnerable you could do nothing but take pity on him. Sitting down on him slowly you felt him stretch you with every inch that he filled you with. Lewis hissed as he bottomed out inside of you, his fingers digging into your hips so brutally you knew he would leave a mark for days. 

You could feel him pulsate with desperation inside of you as you kept still, it felt cruel almost to tease him, yet you never wanted this moment to end. Lewis had had enough now, his hands on your hips began rocking you, encouraging you, pleading with you to show mercy and fuck him just how he needed to be fucked in that moment; you obliged. 

One of your hands on the compass that decorated his torso, the other held his to your breast, you began to ride him fast, your ass bouncing up and down on him so quickly the room filled with the sounds of skin slapping against skin. 

Lewis had never been ashamed to be loud, he always made sure to let you know how good you were making him feel, and so his grunts, his groans, the deep moans he sang into the air only encouraged you more. 

The burn in your thighs was so intense now yet not a single part of you could stop. His body began to jolt, his hands grabbed desperately at your hips to try and take back a semblance of control, but you wouldn’t give it to him, you wouldn’t let up. Your rhythm unmatched now as you rode him, you heard his breathing labour now as his orgasm teetered on the edge. 

‘Give it to me, Lewis. I need it.’

Your sentence had barely rolled off your tongue before he did just that. His hips thrusting up to meet you as he groaned out his orgasm, reams of cum decorating your walls, so much so it was as if he wanted to make sure you would never be empty of him again. 

You fell forward onto his chest, your head finding the crook of his next as if it belonged there, his dick softening inside of you but not wanting to leave your warmth. For the first time in six months it felt like you were exactly where you were meant to be, wrapped in the big arms of the only man you had ever loved.

‘I’m not letting you go this time. I’m ready…’

[lostinlewis]

Nothing inspires more than a thirst trap…

[lostinlewis]

esme we miss youuu

I’m sorrrrrrry 🥲 I’ve been busy writing, just not about Lewis. Maybe the new season will inspire something?

Find me here daily x

[takemetoasummereve]

I made a (mostly fashion) blog :)

Homepage - Odd But Happy

[lostinlewis]

Can we still get something for Lewis? Honestly that was painful. Boy needs some comfort (in fic world) and we do as well in real life. 😩

You will, I’ve been working on it this weekend but it won’t be up tonight unfortunately. I’m sorry x

[mauvecherie-writes]

Say The Words …

pairing: lewis hamilton x black reader.

summary: something to hold the girlies over until I can finish the other WIPs. We can still discuss about this scene. It’s giving angst and all the fluffy softness. no plot, simply a scenario to be explored and expanded upon. enjoy! COMMENT AND REBLOG PLEASE.

He wasn’t supposed to be here.

He wasn’t supposed to be here, outside of your door at such hours. You made him promise to not contact you - for the sake of the both of you.

And yet, here he was. Ears ringing with his heart on his sleeve.

God, he hoped that you were home. Your car wasn’t in your usual spot in the underground garage …

He knocked anyway.

And waited.

He took a deep breath as he felt his nerves beginning to get the better of him. A few moments passed before his ears pricked up to the sound of your sweet voice.

“Who is it?”

“It’s me … Lewis.”

Silence.

Then shuffling.

Then another silence.

More shuffling before a deep sigh. “Why are you here?”

“Can you open the door please?” He asked as he placed both hands on each side of the door.

“Lewis you can’t —.”

“Baby.” He spoke up which cut you off before you finished what you had to say. “Please open the door.” He stated once more - this time softer. More pleading in tone. “Please.”

The first click made him drop his hands from the frame. The second click made him stand up straight. And the third click, as the door opened, Lewis stood in place as the entrance widened and revealed you.

Your state of dress showed that you were expecting a night in. No makeup, bonnet, his t-shirt with the picture of his young self and basketball shorts. The most beautiful woman he’s ever laid his eyes upon. The sight of his t-shirt on you made him smile and he couldn’t hide it. You rolled your eyes as you shifted on your feet.

“Can I come in?” He questioned. Your answer wasn’t vocal, but physical. Your hand dropped from the door handle and you moved aside to let him in. You tried to walk away but he grabbed your wrist - stopping you in your tracks. As you looked back at him, you saw him shut the door.

Lewis pulled you closer until your foreheads touched. You closed your eyes. Meeting his gaze would force you to your knees. Despite you shaking your head, you allowed your body to be held. He wrapped his arms around you and pulled you into his body. Tears brimmed in your eyes as you were overcome by emotion but his hold brought so much comfort.

You hadn’t realised how much you had missed him until now.

“Don’t ask me to leave.” Lewis whispered. Don’t ask me to forget about you.”

“You need to Lewis. We can’t keep doing this.”

“Then we won’t. We’ll do better. We’ll be better. I’ll do whatever it takes to make us work. Please …. Please just don’t ask me to leave again. I barely survived.” He cupped your cheeks and pulled your head up to meet his eyes. You could barely speak as your heart felt heavy and your throat ached with the words you failed to speak.

Testing the waters, Lewis began to place kisses on your face with sweet words behind every kiss, intending for them to seep through your skin and deep into your bones. He wanted, no, needed you to believe his words. There was no other and there never will be.

Just you.

When your head softly tilted upwards, your lips brushed against his. You sighed as his hands came to the back of your neck before pulling you to his lips. You moaned softly into the kiss as you pulled on the fabric of his shirt. Your bodies swayed in the waves of passion as the kiss continued. Taking and giving in continuous equilibrium until your bodies were on fire.

“Stay.” You then said between kisses as you wrapped your arms around his neck. With your chest heaving but with great conviction, you repeated.

“Stay ….. Stay with me.”

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[lostinlewis]

do we only get the fix if he wins?😔 it’s not looking good

Bestie I’m so depressed rn 😂 hopefully not because I certainly started it

[lostinlewis]

Psst, I’ve started a little something for Brazil…will Lewis win? 👀