I write for the following people: lewis, george, mick, charles, lando, and pierre. At this stage, i am just writing fluff, not smut (however this could change idk)
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I understand you so much, it was all such a hype and I loved it as well, but getting back in the groove of writing has been a struggle. Getting there slowly, and finding my passion for writing again. Because I do miss writing so much.
Just wanted to share, and say you're not alone in it, and the you don't have to feel guilty about it at all, just do it all on your own terms. <3
We don't love you any less because of it. xx
the struggle is so real, i knew you would be able to understand 😩
i think i may have completely lost my passion for writing though. the more i think about my past work and have gone back to read it, the more cringe i feel. i've almost deleted this page so many times because i just felt embarrassed by it.
i also just feel like i got into this side of the fandom at a time i was really lonely and emotionally invested in the sport. i have definitely taken a step back in terms of how invested i am in the sport, especially after 2022 when my faves were struggling.
i think i am just in a different place now in this fandom in general, and i feel perfectly content in only consuming content, rather than creating it.
but i really am excited for you to come back (in whatever capacity you're comfortable with). if you ever need someone to bounce ideas off of, you know where to find me! xxx
idk bestie, this page doesn't bring me joy like it used to :( but defs not going to close it because i still want you guys to be able to go and read my old work when you feel like it! xx
tags: 18+ nsfw, minors dni, super fluff, cheesy in parts, an overdose of corny, smut, mention of birth control, unprotected sex, choking, hard breeding kink, gagging, minor spanking, dirty talk, creampie, aftercare.
word count: 6.6K.
note: Welcome to my first fic of 2023! So so sorry it took so long to come but life got in the way. Things are a little rusty but either way please leave feedback and your thoughts! Reblog and like! Thank you 💕. NOT EDITED.
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Since your years in university, Valentine’s Day was one of the celebrated holidays that you hated purely from a resentful standpoint and you weren’t ashamed to admit that yourself. Every time that you had tried to celebrate with a partner, it never ended well for you one way or another - from being dumped on the day to your partners just not having any type of enthusiasm for Valentine’s. “I mean I love you everyday, one day shouldn’t change that.” You hated hearing that - it was such a lame excuse used to justify not wanting to go through the efforts to plan anything special. It made you feel like shit to be honest and after a while you began hating the day. The only way that you really celebrated for the past three years was exchanging gifts with your friends and then coming back home, watching romantic movies and indulging in all of your favourite foods and wine.
However, you did not expect the whirlwind persona that was Lewis Hamilton - the absolute charmer swept you off your feet and they haven’t touched the ground since. It had been a blissful seven months since a chance encounter at the French Grand Prix. You had been a guest of the Mercedes Petronas team and when he laid his eyes on you in his side of the garage he just knew (he said) and since, you were never out of his presence.
Weary at giving the high profile man a chance, you did not regret agreeing to a date with him. Giving him the opportunity to win a chance at your heart had not gone wrong thus far and as the days went by, you knew that you could not walk away from him without heartbreak. He made you feel a deep love and ultimately it made you realise that Lewis was the person for you.
This year, Valentine’s Day was going to be different and you knew this when you were greeted with a box of your favourite artisan chocolate that spelt the question ‘Will you be my Valentine?’ as you woke up on the first day of the month. Of course you enthusiastically agreed to the question, jumping into his arms and spending that morning making out and sharing the chocolate.
For the first time in years you felt butterflies in your stomach and you were unable to shake them off the more your relationship with him grew. Today was Valentine’s Day and you didn’t feel utter despair and dread when you woke up and got out of bed. Unfortunately, ever the busy man, you weren’t able to wake up in Lewis’s arms. He had flown you out to Monaco to his beautiful beachfront apartment, fed you and made sweet love to you until the both of you passed out. This morning, he needed to do some last minute business stuff before he was able to shut himself away and just be with you.
After washing your face and brushing your teeth, you walked out of the bedroom and you gasped as the open floor living and kitchen area came into your view. Red and pink rose petals were scattered all over the floor from the corridor you were standing in to the kitchen island where a few varied sized boxes resided along with love heart balloons and a bouquet of your favourite flowers. In the front of a large, circular black box was a pink envelope with your name elegantly written on it. For what felt like hours, you just stood there, simply in awe of the effort Lewis had put in for you. In the earlier stages of your relationship, you had confessed about your hang ups with Valentine’s Day so the fact that he was going to such lengths to change your perspective of the day was greatly appreciated.
You hadn’t realised that you had been softly crying until your best friend had picked up your facetime call and that was the first thing that she noticed.
“Bitch! Why are you crying?! What did he do! I’ll fly over there and beat his short ass right now!”
You laughed through your tears, shaking your head. “Nothing bad, I promise.” You sniffed as you tried to wipe your tears away. “Ugh I don’t even know why I’m crying but look at what I woke up to.” You flipped to the back camera and panned to the view that was ahead of you.
“Oh my god!” Ariel gasped as she took in the decorations. “That’s so fucking cute!” She gushed.
“I know! And there’s an envelope with my name on it but I haven’t opened it yet. I was too overwhelmed and just called you.”
“Do you want to open and read it together?” She asked and you nodded your head as she could see you. You then propped your phone and sat on one of the bar stools at the island. You took a deep breath, wiping away your tears before grabbing the envelope and softly opening it. You ignored the slight trembling of your fingers and pulled out the letter.
Princess …
Every moment that I have spent with you since I saw you in the garage had been an awakening, an awakening as to how I could have gone years without you in my life. You bring me such an unfathomable joy that I didn’t even know I was missing and I want you to know that and I will let you know that everyday for as long as you let me.
Inside this box are forever roses to represent each day since we’ve met how grateful I am that you’re taking this chance at cupid with me. I hope that you don’t regret making that choice as much as I don’t regret following my heart in chasing after you.
You are worth it my dear Valentine …
Yours,
Lewis xxx
The tears were now freely streaming down your face after you had finished reading the letter. You even heard Ariel sniffing as well.
“Holy fuck, that was the most romantic thing I have ever heard. Who knew short stuff had that in him.” Ariel commented as she watched you cradle the letter into your chest. Your heart was beating so fast as another wave of emotions crashed against your ribcage. Lewis, near or far, had the ability to rock your equilibrium, leaving you unbalanced and flustered.
“I can’t deny it anymore.” You whispered just loudly enough for her to hear through the phone.
“Are you going to tell him?” Ariel asked.
Before you could answer, the apartment door opened and along with his footsteps, Roscoe’s loud barks echoed and filled the space. You quickly tried to dry your tear soaked face but you knew that you couldn’t hide the redness and puffiness of your face.
“Baby I’m home!” Lewis yelled, his voice carrying through to the kitchen.
“In the kitchen.” You yelled back, willing your voice to not crack. Roscoe rushed as fast as he could to your feet as Lewis came around the bend and came into your view with the brightest smile on his face. However, the smile slowly dropped away from his gorgeous features as he took in the state that you were in.
“What’s wrong?” He asked as he drew closer to you.
“I read your letter.” You replied as your bottom lip quivered as his words rang through your mind. “That was the sweetest thing anyone has ever written to me.”
“Awe Princess, come here.” He cooed as he cupped your puffy cheeks in his warm hands. You leaned into his palm as he wiped your tears away with the pad of his thumb and placed assuring kisses on your skin after. “I meant every word.”
“I know.” You whispered as you smiled at him. Lewis smiled down at you before he placed his lips on yours. You leaned into the kiss, letting your body be swayed. He wedged his hard body in between your legs, letting the fabric of your robe slip away from your thighs. As the kiss deepened further, your hands grabbed onto his waist as you stabilised yourself.
“Alright now. As much as I love both of you and think that this moment is cute, you’re making me feel like I’m intruding on something I shouldn’t be looking at right now.” Ariel loudly announced, causing the two of you to break apart. You groaned in slight embarrassment and hid your face in Lewis’s chest. His laugh shook his body and vibrated through you.
“Hi Ariel.” He greeted her as you hugged him, melting into his embrace. His scent was soothing and the sound of his steady heartbeat calmed your unregulated feelings at the moment. You sat in silence as the two briefly interacted before Ariel bid her goodbyes. You waved at her before Lewis hung up the call. You sighed contently as you focused on the feel of his skin beneath your fingertips.
Lewis dropped his hands to the sides of your thighs and caressed them. “How are you feeling Princess?”
“I’m feeling happy.” You smiled, still rubbing your face into his chest. You felt the pressure of his kiss on the top of your head.
“And those were all happy tears?” He questioned as he began to rock your body from side to side.
“Mhm. Thank you for the letter and gifts.” You lifted your head to meet his eyes. You blushed as he smiled, the creases of his cheeks almost touching his eyes.
“You’re very welcome.” Lewis bent his neck and captured your lips into a slow and passionate kiss once again.
“Are you ready for the rest of the day with me?” He mumbled against your mouth.
“I am!”
“Good, because I intend on making sure that today becomes the first of many.”
“Oh really?” Your eyebrow quirked upward as a smile threatened to spread across your face.
“Yes really and you better be ready for it all.”
Your heart seemed to have capsized in your chest as were at a loss for words. Truthfully the words were the tip of your tongue but you couldn’t say them just yet. Instead, you chose to kiss him, hoping that he could understand that the fervour of your movement conveyed the words you couldn’t say …
There was never a dull moment during the day with Lewis and your favourite pup. You had spent most of it in Monte Carlo, enjoying the beautiful sun and waves the location offered. Lewis at one point had tried to teach you how to surf but you were not having it. Your cornrows were relatively new and you were not about to let the salt water ruin them more than they had already been ruined after you had accepted to ride on the jet ski with Lewis. His inability to be slow on any vehicle led to you being splashed by the water as you screamed and he laughed at your dismay. After that you decided you rest on the private sunbed, reading a book with the occasional glance at Lewis playing fetch with Roscoe.
When evening came, the dog sitter came to collect Roscoe at the last minute after Lewis had decided you would spend the rest of the day in the Monte Carlo region on a whim. Luckily for you, you had grabbed his gifts and hidden them in your day bag. With his status and wealth, Lewis was somehow able to manoeuvre a last minute booking of the Venus Lover’s suite at the Fairmont Hotel and when you arrived at the suite, your belongings that you needed for the night were already there. You shared a shower together but then prepared for dinner separately and you were happy about that considering that you wanted the second part of your gift to be a complete surprise.
You embellished in a black backless maxi dress that hugged your figure and almost exposed the crack of your ass but somehow due to the bunched up fabric on your ass, it didn’t. Due to the high neckline of the dress, you barely accessorised sticking to large golden hoops and a bold statement bangle to match. With one last puff of your signature perfume - you were ready.
“Baby! Are you ready?” Lewis asked from the bathroom, where he had been getting ready.
“Yeah!” You excitedly exclaimed. You dug your first gift out of your bag and waited for him to approach you in the sitting area. He was fixing his cufflinks and had yet to lift his head and look up at you as he walked into the space. Finally, he looked up and the familiar look of adoration that always adorned his face when he looked at you drew on his features.
“Aren’t you the most beautiful woman to ever grace the earth.” He complimented as he walked towards you. With a roll of your eyes, you tried to hide your blush.
“Are you always this corny?” You enquired. “Or is it just something about this day that brings it out of you?”
“I like to think of myself as a poet.” He shrugged his shoulders confidently as you rolled your eyes yet again.
“I have something for you.” He looked down at your hands and saw the velvet box being trapped in the grip of your fingers. “As you know, this particular holiday hasn’t been the best for me for some years now to the point that I hated it.” You started and you could already feel your emotion climbing up your throat.
“But here you come, barging your way into my life and breaking through all of my walls and making me feel things that I haven't felt in a very long time.”
“Angel..” He said as he picked up on the quiver in your voice as you spoke but you shushed him.
“No. Let me say this now before I lose my nerve.” You mumbled.
“Okay.”
You took a deep breath before you continued with the small speech that you had planned out in your head. “Seeing so much of the effort you’ve put into making this day be worth it for me has shown me how you truly care for me. I feel so wanted, adored and most importantly, you make me feel so, so loved.” Your voice lost volume towards the end as you tried to control your emotions and stop yourself from ruining your makeup with your tears.
“I didn’t know what I could get a man who could have the world at his feet but I hope the fact that I put a lot of thought into this counts.” When you stopped talking and met his eyes, they were unshed tears lingering in his but the spark never dwindled. He took the box from your hands and opened it.
“Princess, this is … wow.”
“The necklace is encrusted with lab grown diamonds and the bracelet with a matching pinky ring are made from old gold jewellery I did not want anymore. Turns out that it’s cheaper to smelt old gold making it into something new than buying something else outright.”
“That was so thoughtful of you.” He softly murmured as he placed the gift down and took you into his arms, securing them around your waist. In your heels, you towered over him and a part of you secretly loved that in situations like this, you looked down at him but his eyes were so captivating, it was hard for you to shift your gaze anywhere else but his eyes.
“Thank you for the gift, I’m probably never going to take them off.” You giggled, fixing the lapels of his suit then shifting your ever moving fingers to his shirt. He had opted out of wearing a tie and let his chains hang low on his exposed chest.
“Good, so that everyone knows that you’re mine.” You spoke softly and inched down to peck his lips.
“Oh you’re claiming me now?” He smirked as his hands moved down to your ass, pulling you into him. You felt his hardening cock on your thigh and a part of you wanted to say fuck it to dinner plans and stay in the room but you had put too much effort into getting ready and there was no way you were going to let it go waste.
“You knew what the deal was.” You giggled before giving him one more kiss. “Now let’s get out of here before I change my mind on dinner.”
“Yes ma’am.”
Lewis decided to wear the pinky ring and bracelet despite the fact that it clashed with the silver jewellery he was already wearing. The table in the hotel restaurant was in the VIP section but it did not stop people from reaching for their phones to sneak a picture. It had been a while since Lewis had stepped out publicly with a woman but you had the discussion prior to this and you were prepared.
Dinner was still as intimate as it could be in the open space. You were sitting side by side instead of across from each other because you loved looking so closely into his eyes as you spoke. You loved the sound of his voice so close to your ears and with the way that you were feeling now, being right by his side was the better option.
“I had forgotten to mention that I wrote something on the inside of the ring and bracelet.” You said as you played with his fingers as you waited for dessert. Lewis’s eyebrows curiously quirked upward before he pulled his hand away to take the jewellery off. He was silent for a beat as his eyes squinted to look at the small engravings.
“Yours, YN and yours as you are mine.” He read out loud with a bright smile on his face and you could feel your cheeks rise as you grinned in response to his joy. He put the jewellery back on and leaned forward to capture your lips in a soft kiss. Your hand came to his cheek as you dove in, tasting the addicting sweetness of him - letting the sensations take over and slowly losing yourself. His moans were soft and barely audible but you cherished them all the same.
A clearing of the throat broke you from your love spell.
“Sorry.” You apologised as you cleaned Lewis’s lips of any reminiscent of your gloss.
“It’s not a problem, It is the day of love after all.” Your server replied with a cheery tone. You dropped your head onto Lewis’s shoulder as he announced Dessert. There was a range of sorbets and fruit before a specific plate of vanilla cheesecake was placed in front of you. At first you were confused but then you gasped as you registered the worlds that decorated the plate.
“When did you do this?” You asked Lewis as you looked at him.
“When you went to the bathroom.” He softly laughed. “I think now is an appropriate time to ask you officially.”
You didn’t hesitate to exclaim an enthusiastic yes before pecking his lips multiple times. It wasn’t a must that he asked you to be his girlfriend. The boundaries of your relationship had been established around Christmas but as your friends had always drilled into your head, nothing is ever truly official until clear titles are put in place, that way no one else can question it.
Lost within yourselves, the server quietly left the both of you. This man made your heart burst out of your chest with just how happy he made you and it was sickening because the lingering doubt threatened to ruin your joy.
What if it is all too good to be true?
You did not even want to think of a possibility that Lewis was faking any of this - call yourself delusional, crazy or whatever but you were going to stay in this moment with him and maybe come back to reality some time later.
Right now you were completely content with what you had.
“How do you feel about the coming season?” You asked him as the both of you fell back into your conversation. He had been sharing with you his anxieties about the new car for the upcoming Formula One season.
“You’d think with how long I’ve been doing this, I wouldn’t be getting nervous. But the last couple of years, I won’t lie to you and say that they didn’t fuck with my mind a little bit. There’s a certain confidence you tend to get with the experience I’ve got behind me but 2021 and 2022 really shook that up. It was like everything I had done up to that point didn’t really matter because the governing body could just say fuck that shit and create their own champion.”
His candidness left you awestruck. He had made the decision to stop talking about what happened in Abu Dhabi for his peace and well being but you could tell even with the work that he had put into moving on, what happened on that night and in the coming year affected him a lot. By then, you had been an avid supporter but that night really shifted you to become an even bigger supporter than you already were. The way that he had handled himself with such grace and humility for people who didn’t deserve it was commendable.
You caressed his hand that was on your lap. “I still think you should have lost your shit on them.” Your comment caused him to snort out a short laugh. “Like I know how it would have looked in front of cameras, but at least backstage. I was so angry for you! I still am by the way. You may have been able to move on but I hold a mean ass grudge.”
“Let’s hope you never bump into the FIA then.” He teased.
“I’m gonna be at every race that I can, they won’t hear the end of it if shit goes down like they did last time.”
“Oh yeah? What are you gonna do?” He raised his eyebrow, smirking softly - seeing you getting worked up amused him. To him, the situation was past him and hated looking back at it but it was always good to know that people close to him, especially you, were able to voice all the things he couldn’t say without it being a whole separate issue.
“I’m YN fucking LN, I’ll create Dante’s inferno on earth for everybody.”
“Okay YN fucking LN.” His soft laugh lightly shook your body. “Thank you for having my back.”
“Well, we’re a package deal now. You do the racing, I do the hating.”
The restaurant slowly began to empty but the night was still young and there was still so much energy to burn. The champagne the both of you had been sipping on was burning through your veins as you rushed back to your suite, excited to be getting back to privacy, away from prying eyes, ears and cameras.
Once you were back in your room, you threw your shoes off and opened the fridge to pull the bottle of wine out. You grabbed your phone and set your R&B playlist before pouring the alcohol into a glass.
“Baby do you want a glass?” You asked but didn’t get a response. “Lew?”
You straightened up and turned to face him but he was just staring right at you as he played with the black tie he had abandoned to wear for dinner.
“You okay?”
“Come ‘ere.” The sudden shift in his mood and tone almost startled you but not too much. The tension had been lurking all day like a bad habit. A lustful cloud followed you everywhere and it was finally going to pour. You walked to him and stopped right in front of him with your glass of wine still in your hand. He took the glass away from your hand, taking a sip from it before placing the glass down on the table.
You exhaled a small breath as he silently placed his hand on your neck and tipped your head to the side.
“What’s your safe word?” Lewis murmured into the side of your neck as he placed kisses on your skin.
“Cherry.” You whispered as your eyes fluttered shut as you enjoyed his lips travelling along your skin. His other hand came to your back and pulled on the strings of your dress. The material fell from your body and pooled at your feet. He dropped his hand from his neck as a harsh breath left him.
“You were naked beneath the dress the entire time?” He asked as his eyes hungrily drank in your body. You shifted on your feet beneath his heated gaze.
“Underwear would have ruined the outfit.” You justified it as his hands came to your body once again. His fingers traced from your collarbone to your heaving chest. He outlined your nipple before softly pinching it eliciting a soft moan from you.
“I haven’t been inside you all day.” His lips followed the trail of his fingers, kissing, sucking and nibbling on your flesh as you stood leaning into his touch. You could feel yourself throb with anticipation as he teased you. His words caused your body to ache as if signalling to you that you indeed missed the feel of him buried deep inside of you.
“Yes.” You gasped as he abruptly lifted you into his arms. You secured yourself tightly onto him, your heat pressed against his shirt.
“We’re about to change that.” You tugged on his locks, freeing them from the hair tie and running your fingers through them. He got to the bed and laid you down with him hovering above you. He devoured your mouth as his hands moved down your body, gripping you tightly. Teeth clashed with tongue as the kiss grew heavier. You moaned into his mouth as he pressed his clothed hard cock on you.
“I love the sounds you make for me. So sweet.” He groaned as he took your hands and placed them above your head. You lifted your hips, trying to create some friction on your clit. Your soft panting made Lewis press even harder into you. “You just can’t help yourself can you? Humping me so desperately because you want me to fuck you.”
“Please, please.” You whimpered which caused him to chuckle. He bruised your lips with a rough kiss once more before he flipped you onto your stomach and parted your legs. You wiggled your hips as you patiently waited for him - you knew that he loved taking his time with you. He caressed the back of your thighs, kneading your ass and parting your cheeks.
“The prettiest pussy.” He said as he laid in between your legs and softly bit onto your thigh.
“You’re gonna eat it baby?” You asked him as you leaned back, feeling his beard on the inner part of your thigh.
“Yes pretty girl, I’m gonna eat your pussy and you’re going to cum all over my face.” Air faltered out of your lungs as he dragged his tongue down your slit and pulled your clit into his mouth. His hands pulled your cheeks further apart as he feasted on your pussy.
The sloppy sounds of Lewis eating your pussy mingled with your unfiltered moans. He groaned into your cunt and smacked your ass as he flicked his tongue even harder against your clit.
“Oh fuck!” You moaned louder when he introduced his fingers into your cunt, immediately pressing down onto your g-spot. You grabbed onto the headboard and began grinding on his face faster and faster. His satisfied groans vibrated through your body as he worked your body with his mouth and fingers.
“Fuck fuck fuck fuck! I’m gonna cum baby, I’m gonna fucking cum!” You gasped as you moved your hips until your body trembled with your first orgasm of the night. He licked your pussy until you were trying to throw your body away from him. He chuckled as he finally moved his lips away from your body and watched you collapse into the mattress.
“I hope you’re not tapping out just yet Princess. I’m just getting started.” He said as he stripped his clothes away from his body, leaving him bare between your legs. He flipped you onto your back and took your hands into his and from the side, he pulled the tie and bound your hands together and raised them above your head. Securing them on the headboard, he moved away from your body to search for condoms.
“Wait!” You yelled which halted his actions and he looked at you.
“What’s wrong Angel?” He asked you as he approached the bed and sunk beside you. As bound as you were, you leaned your body closer to his and held his eye contact.
“I want you to fuck me raw.” You told him.
“Baby …”
“Please? I’m clean and I’ve been on birth control for the past three months. I want to feel you come inside of me. I need it, please baby. Can you give that to me?”
“Fuuucckkk.” Lewis moaned as he grabbed your throat and shoved you into the bed as he situated himself in between your legs once more. Your eyes slightly rolled to the back of your head as he restricted your airwaves and rubbed the tip of his cock against your opening.
“Are you sure you want that with me? Because once I have you this way, there’s no going back. I’m going to want to fuck you just like this every time.” He warned as he coated himself in your slick. It was true what he was saying but you loved this man more than anything and this was going to be the next step. During a conversation, you had made it known that you loved the feel of your partner filling you up but it took an immense amount of trust for you to get to this point. With Lewis, you were there and you wanted him completely.
“I’m sure. I’m so fucking sure, I need you.” With that he pushed his cock inside of you, slowly until you were filled to the brim. With your air passage restricted and Lewis slow stroking you, your eyes rolled to the back of your head as the pleasure quickly intensified.
“Fucking hell Princess. You feel so fucking good like this.” He growled as he snapped his hips forwards. “You’re so fucking wet.”
You spread your legs even further for him to accommodate his body. Your mouth fell open as you looked in between your bodies where you connected and watched his dick move in and out of you, covered in your cream. His breath hitched in his throat as he disappeared in your folds. He was slowly losing his senses but he held onto his control as he guided himself deeper into you.
He was so thick and stretched you to your limits and you were taking it all. You wanted to touch him as your arms ached to reach out for him but the tie was digging into your wrists. He held onto your waist as he rocked himself into you, the weight of his body almost crushing you but it felt too good having him thrust in and out of you over and over again.
Your moans rang out until he shoved his fingers into your mouth, gagging you as he fucked you harder until you couldn’t breath. Your chest was burning but the pleasure was too much and all consuming. He pulled his fingers out of your mouth and wrapped them around your neck once more as he pounded your cunt . The sound of your thighs slapping against each other with your wild moans echoed in the room.
Lewis leaned down and sucked your bottom lip into his mouth, slowing his pace and caressing your arms to soothe them from the ache from being stretched out. You whimpered into his mouth as he felt deeper this way as he rolled his hips.
“I love the way you handle me.” He whispered. You nodded your head in a daze as you could feel yourself tightening up causing him to groan into your jawline. He nibbled on your soft skin, kissing the bruising from his suckling on your neck earlier. He put his hand underneath your back, pulling you tighter against him which changed the angling of his thrusts which caused a gasp to leave you as he pushed against your spot. The tip of his cock hammered at it until you were trembling beneath him.
“Oh fuck, fuck fuck fuck!” You cussed as your eyes closed and your mouth parted. “Yes! Yes! Yes!”
“Come for me right fucking now.” He hissed against your cheek as he kept up with his momentum. He watched as you writhed beneath him, letting yourself go and soaking his dick and his thighs with your cream. “You look so beautiful when you come Princess. Do it again.”
He quickly untied your wrists and you wrapped them around his neck. He smacked the right side of your ass as his thrusts became more desperate. He tightly gripped your hips as he became more erratic and you could feel him swell inside of you.
His moans were getting louder with each thrust.
“Please come inside of me Lew.” You whispered as you looked up at him. His hand came to the back of your throat and pulled you in for a rough kiss, his grunts echoing into your mouth as the both of you got closer to the edge.
“Say it again.”
“Come inside of me! Please baby, fill me up. Wanna feel you please!”
“Fuck!” Lewis exclaimed before he dropped his face into the crook of your neck. “I’m gonna fill you up Princess. Gonna fuck my cum deep inside this pretty pussy.” He murmured as he kissed your shoulder. His word threw you over the edge as you clenched around him tighter and came yet again. Your orgasm triggering his own as his muscles tightened beneath your fingertips as he came deep inside of you. He held onto you as he twitched until he stopped coming.
Your soft breaths and caresses brought him out of his daze. Lewis lifted his head and kissed along your jawline until he captured your lips into a soft and slow kiss. He cupped your cheek with one hand and held his body up with his other as he watched you.
“How are you feeling beautiful?” He asked.
“Full.” Your answer caused him to chuckle before he slowly pulled out of you. You whimpered at the loss of him inside of you and clenched your muscles to keep his essence from dripping out.
“Stay right here.” He smacked your ass causing you to giggle. He walked to the bathroom, staying in there for a while as you closed your eyes to take in the moment. The intensity was different this time around - the both of you had crossed a line that you personally could not come back from.
You were his girlfriend now and that brought on a wave load of emotions that you weren’t able to deal with right now. You were happy and that’s all that mattered.
The bed dipped and you felt a warm cloth touch your thighs. He wiped you down, showering your body with kisses as he did so and after he was done, he grabbed a bottle of water and a fruit platter from the room fridge. Getting into the blankets, he wrapped his arm around you and you laid your head on his chest.
“You feeling okay baby?” He asked as he fed you grapes along with sips of water. You nodded your head as you looked up at him and pecked his lips.
“Today was amazing, thank you so much baby.” He cuddled you closer to his body and pecked your lips again.
“You deserve the world Princess and for as long as you want me, I’ll give it to you.” He murmured.
“You’re so fucking corny.” You mumbled which caused him to chuckle.
“But you love it.” He replied as he began to tickle you. You squealed as you tried moving your body away from him but he dragged you closer, continuing to tickle you anywhere that he could.
“Okay okay! I love it! Damn!” You yelled which caused him to stop.
“I have one more present for you.” Lewis said as he got out of the bed with his boxers hanging low on his hips. You bit onto your bottom lip as you watched his hips sway as he walked. His back was slightly red from your nails marking his skin making his back even more attractive to you. He bent down into his suitcase and grabbed onto a black velvet box.
He came back and sat on the bed beside you and placed the box on your chest. You sat up and took the box into your hand.
“What is it?”
“Just open it.”
And when you did, your eyes were greeted with a necklace with his initials as the pendant. The letters were encrusted with white diamonds along with the chain.
“I had gotten this as a way to show you that I truly mean it when I say I’m committed to you. I don’t take this relationship lightly and sometimes when I say stuff, it’ll come out as corny but I mean it, it’s how I feel about you. There’s no hiding with you YN, I’m proud to be your boyfriend.”
“Fuck.” You sniffed as tears began to line your eyes yet again. You placed the box on the side as you grabbed his face and captured his lips. You moaned into his mouth as his tongue slipped into yours.
“I love you.” You whispered in between the kiss.
“I love you too. So, so much.” He replied as he pulled away from you and laid his forehead against yours. You hugged him before you pulled him down with you onto the bed. He shifted his body underneath the duvet and in between your legs.
“We go together, like real bad.” You grinned as he pressed his hardening cock against the inner part of your thigh. Your body was becoming hot all over again as you pushed his boxers away from his hips.
“I like the sound of that.” He replied as he held onto your chin as he kissed you once more …
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Daniel and you, his girlfriend, go on adventures around the paddock having fun with Danny's friends.
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Pierre and George.
Charles.
Lando.
Michael I. Out soon.
✳️This is pure fiction. Really. Pure fiction. I know nothing about this people's sexualuties. It's all filth and fiction.
✳️They ca be read as one shots.
✳️Obviously smutty. It's only smut. No plot. No dramas. Only smut.
✳️ I will get this randomly as the inspiration comes to my mind. Maybe I write 15 parts or maybe I write 4, it's not a defined fic. Just smutty fics following 1 line.
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Warning: Cursing, NSFW, SMUT, 18+ Content, Filth, Mild Dom Behavior/Antics, Oral: Female & Male Receiving, Backdoor Play, Bondage, Very Mild Degradation,
Words: 13k 😳🥴 (My bad)
Summary: After attending yours and Lewis’ mutual friends’ engagement party, he takes you home.
Note: Looks like I’m still going through this Lewis tunnel. Here’s another one for your guys. I hope you enjoy it!
Note II: This one has some content in it that may not suite everyone’s taste. I felt like pressing some boundaries and said why the hell not. If it’s not your cup of tea, that’s okay, scroll on by. READ THE WARNINGS.
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Requested? Yes/No: Anon: Hey…Can I request where both Lewis and the reader have baby fever and it gets a little (or maybe a lot)smutty ❤️🔥
Warnings: Smut, fluff, pregnancy, swearing, wrap it before you tap it girlies…
Word Count: 4.2K
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Lewis couldn’t keep his eyes off you as you interacted with his niece and nephew. Sure you’d met them all before, but things just felt different this time. They’d come to support him at Silverstone and so had your nephew who only happened to be a few months old. You were currently holding your nephew whilst Lewis’s own nephew and niece looked on, smiling at the small boy in your arms.
Ever since he was born your brother spent more time with the two of you, wanting to give his partner a break after the birth which changed something in Lewis. He always knew he wanted children, especially with you but he wanted to wait until he’d finished racing so he could always be there throughout the entire pregnancy and birth but now he didn’t want to wait.
He wanted one now.
Lewis came up behind you, his arms wrapping around your waist as he looked down at your nephew, a smile playing on his lips as you looked back up at him. If anyone looked on to the two of you they would have thought your nephew was your own child. “He’s getting so big,” Lewis spoke.
“He’ll be walking soon -”
“When will he start to talk?” His niece asked.
“When he’s a bit older,” Lewis replied as he moved to take her in his arms. She wrapped her arms around him, looking down at the small boy in your arms.
“Will he come to all the races?”
“No.” You smiled at the blonde girl. “He’s too small for that,” You looked down at Lewis’s nephew as you finished. “Just like the three of you.”
“I’m big enough!” His nephew protested.
“Not yet you aren’t.” He smiled just as their mother called them back over.
Lewis was set to start the race in a few minutes so you and the rest of his family were heading towards the garage to watch him. When he raced in England everyone who could come to see him did. Even your family would come and watch his races, especially your brother and his wife and now your nephew joined them both.
“You’re so good with them,” Lewis spoke as he placed a kiss on your cheek, wrapping his arms around your waist again.
“So are you.”
“Hmm…” He hummed against your skin.
“You’ve been clingy recently.” Arching your brows you looked back at him. “Ever since he was born -”
“I’ve been thinking…”
“Don’t do that it’ll hurt your head.” Smirking you turned around to face him, a small laugh escaping your lips at his reaction to your words.
“And to think I was being nice to you.” He returned the small laughter. “But I was thinking about something.”
“And what was that?”
“I -”
“Lewis!” George was currently jogging over to his teammate, waving at the two of you as he grew closer. “Toto wants us un there now, we haven’t got long and he just needs to go over a few things with you.”
Lewis huffed at the words of his teammate. He’d been plucking up the courage to ask you about having a child for a while now. He just needed the time to be right, the last thing he wanted to do was to scare you with talk of children, especially as the two of you never really talked about it in detail. Just then seemed like the perfect time but George clearly had other ideas.
“I’ll talk to you after.” Leaning up you and Lewis shared a short yet sweet kiss, the two of you wanting nothing more than to share a longer moment with one another but he needed to go and you needed to get Elijah back to his Dad. “Good luck and be safe.” You stressed that last word, with his entire family and the country watching you didn’t need him getting hurt.
“I’m always safe for you.” He winked. “I promise I’ll come back to you.”
Those were the words he’d always say as he left to get in the car and every single time he was right, he did in fact come back to you. When the two of you started to date it was the first thing you asked of him. This sport was a dangerous one and there were plenty of drivers that got into those cars and never made it out, knowing that could happen to Lewis made you sometimes wish he never got into this sport but thankfully he was smart on the track, unlike other drivers.
“Sorry did I interrupt something?” George asked as Lewis spared one last glance back at you and Elijah.
“No, don’t worry about it, man.” Lewis gave George a small smile but George knew something was wrong.
“You sure? You don’t seem it… the pair of you aren’t breaking up are you?”
Lewis snapped his head over at him, his brows furrowed at his words. “Absolutely not, far from it…”
“Are you going to ask her to marry you?” George’s eyes widened.
“The ring is in my bag but I was going to tell her something else…”
He searched his head but George couldn’t work out what Lewis was trying to say. “Well what were you going to ask her?”
Lewis gave him an uncertain look, debating whether or not to tell him what was really on his mind. George was the type of person that would constantly persist when asking questions, especially when it came to Lewis. He’d looked up to him since he was a child and now he drove for the same team as him. He and Lewis were friends and George knew you well too so if Lewis were to talk to anyone on the grid about what he thought it would be him.
Lewis looked over at George, holding his gaze as he spoke. “I wanted to ask her if she wanted a baby with me. We’ve been together for a while now and she’s -”
“Is it a boy or a girl?” George suddenly blurted out as they reached the cars.
“She’s not pregnant.” Lewis looked over at him, a smirk on his lips. “Yet…” He took a deep breath. “I want to tell her but she might not want a child right now. We’ve touched on the subject but never really spoken about it that much.”
“Maybe now is the time to ask then, you said it yourself you have a ring in your bag. You clearly want her in your life forever -”
“Of course I do George, why wouldn’t I?” He and George shared another glance. “Do you think I should ask her to marry me first?”
“Since when have you ever asked me for relationship advice?” George smirked.
“There’s a first time for everything,” Lewis replied.
“You know what I think you should do?” He grabbed his helmet. “Just talk to her. If you don’t want to be direct then just slip it into the conversation.” He shrugged.
“I planned on being direct and then someone decided to pull us apart.” Lewis followed his teammate's actions, grabbing his own helmet as the two of them headed towards Toto.
Sending Lewis an apologetic look he and his teammate made their way to the rest of the team for the meeting before getting in the cars before the race started. Meanwhile, you had said goodbye to your family, who were sitting in the stands for the race whilst you stayed in the garage alongside Lewis’s Dad. Lewis was getting into his car when his niece waved and blew him a kiss as they headed to their seats. Lewis returned the gestures to the girl before he turned back to face you, sending you one last kiss before driving out to the track.
You couldn’t lie to yourself that you hadn’t been thinking of him as a Dad recently. Lewis always made the world around him light up, he just seemed to have that effect on anyone he met so it’s no wonder that he was so good when it came to kids. Even other drivers' children on the grid would always run up to him with open arms and act like they’d known him all their lives. You couldn’t help but wanted that for yourself.
You had to push that into the back of your mind for now as the race started. He’d been having a rough time on the track and needed all the support he could get, especially in front of his home crowd. The British fans always had his back and that was no different for today. Whatever talk Toto had given Lewis before getting into the car had clearly worked. At one point Lewis was running in P1 but it wasn’t meant to be. He eventually finished in P3, just behind Checo with Carlos winning his first-ever race in Formula 1.
Throwing your headphones down you ran alongside the mechanics who were making their way over to the cars. Lewis got out, the biggest smile on his face as he threw himself at the mechanics. They cheered his name as he took his helmet off and met your eyes. You were convinced his smile could light up even the darkest of rooms. His hands cupped your cheeks, pulling your face into his. His lips connected with yours and just like that time stopped. Your hands went to his chest, tugging slightly on his race suit as he nipped down on your bottom lip, not wanting to get too carried away in front of the whole world he eventually had to pull away.
“I’m so proud of you.” You muttered against his lips.
“Thank you, my love.” He pecked your lips one last time before he headed off to the podiums. Your family and his made their way over to you, their faces mirroring your smile as he looked down at you. His niece held her arms out at you, wanting you to take her into your arms. She clung to your body as you lifted her off the ground to face Lewis. Lewis’s heart swelled with pride seeing the two of you, the thought if having children growing even more.
As it was Silverstone Lewis had put together a meal for everyone so whilst he finished his interviews you were getting ready in your hotel room. You’d opt for a black dress which hung onto your body like a glove. You were touching up the last of your make-up when the door to your room clicked and a familiar figure walked into the room. Lewis smirked as he watched you never break focus from your make-up, even when he snuck his hands around your waist and pulled you into his hips.
“You look beautiful…” His lips hovered their way across your neck as he spoke. His hand left your waist and slowly slipped the strap of your dress down your shoulder so he could start to place light kisses on your skin. The sensation made you jump slightly, causing you to lose focus of your makeup, making Lewis smirk. “So…” He kissed your shoulder, growing closer to your face with every word. “Beautiful…” Gripping your hips Lewis spun you around to face him, pushing you against the small table where your mirror sat.
“We don’t have time…” You pouted, your hands cupping his face.
“I want one.” Lewis suddenly blurted out, his confidence soaring after his race. His eyes scanned yours as he awaited your reply, hoping for an answer before you spoke.
“Want what?”
“I want a baby with you.” Lewis placed a small peck on your lips. “I know we haven’t spoken about it a lot but I’ve seen how you are with your Elijah, you’re so good with him and my niece and nephew. You’d be perfect as a Mum.”
“You think so?” His hips pushed harder against yours as you replied.
“I know you would be.” His hand grazed over your stomach, his eyes flickering down to imagine the bump.
“You know if we had kids they’d have the best Dad.” You mirrored his previous actions and placed a kiss on his lips. “All the kids in the playground would be jealous when they find out their friend's Dad is Lewis Hamilton.” You smiled, imagining raising your child with Lewis. Your child would grow up alongside Formula 1 and deep down you knew there was also a chance that child would have the bravery and heart of their father and follow in his footsteps, seeing Lewis teach them everything he knew was something you’d imagined for a while.
“Give yourself some credit.” He picked you up and sat you on the table, parting your legs and slowly moving the fabric of your dress to the top of your thighs. “I couldn’t have done it without you.” He dropped to his knees, his eyes meeting yours. “And they’ll know that.” He placed a kiss on your underwear, slowly letting one hand fall from your dress and tug at the lace material.
“Lewis…” Your words were low as he slowly pulled the underwear down your thighs. His lips teased your skin, kissing and ghosting every inch of your thigh, fanning over where you needed him the most but you knew he wanted to hear you beg for him.
“Use your words sweetheart… what do you want?” He teased.
“You…”
“Be more specific.”
“I want your mouth…” Your hands found their way to his braids, tugging on them slightly in the hopes he’d get the hint. Lewis planted a kiss on your clit, humming at the way you pushed your hips up into him, wanting more. “Please, Sir…”
Lewis groaned at your words as he pushed your legs further apart before letting his tongue flick over your clit. Humming again he attached his lips around your clit, sucking whilst one hand held your hips down whilst the other started to tease your entrance. He started off slow, wanting to savour every single second of the moment. Lewis loved the way you reacted to his touch, he could feel every jump and hear every gasp that left your lips as his tongue worked its magic.
He let his hands squeeze your thigh, making you jump further into his mouth as Lewis let his tongue explore your body. Throwing your head back you moaned at his actions just as one of his fingers slowly entered you. The cool sensation of his rings against your warm skin only added to your pleasure.
“So wet already…” Lewis moaned against your skin. “And I’ve barely even touched you…” He started to speed up his actions, tugging and moaning against your clit which only made your buck your hips harder into his face.
“Lewis please…” The grip you had on his braids tightened as you felt your orgasam approach.
“Please what?” Lewis taunted you with his words, adding another finger and increasing his speed. “I want to hear you say it…”
“Lewis…”
“Don’t act shy now baby, I’ve heard you beg before… say it…”
“Please, Sir…” Your hips bucked into his mouth as you felt that familiar feeling in your stomach. “Please Lewis let me cum, please…”
“How badly do you want it?” He moaned as he felt how wet you continued to grow.
“So badly, please Lewis I want to cum -”
“You cum when I say…” He added another finger as his mouth went back to the clit, sucking on the bud which only brought you closer to your high.
“Please -”
“How good does it feel?”
“So good Lewis, please -”
He cut you off with his words. “You can cum now, I want you to cum all over my tongue.” As he finished he latched onto your clit again, adding more pleasure as your high finally washed over you. Lewis moaned as he felt you finish on his tongue, his hands now wrapped around your thighs, pulling you closer to him so you couldn’t squirm away as you came. “You taste like heaven, my love.” He kissed your clit one last time as he rose back to his feet.
Whilst he held eye contact he slipped his white t-shirt off, standing before you with a smirk. Raising your hands you traced his tattoos until you reached the waistband of his trousers. A playful smile sat on your lips as you let your hands wander, watching his every expression. Lewis grew tired of your light teasing as he grabbed the hem of your dress and pulled it above your head, throwing it across your hotel room.
His hands grabbed your boobs, pulling on your nipples as he ground his hips into yours. You gasped at his actions, your nails gently marking his skin as you raked them down his chest. His lips attached to yours before tugging on your bottom lip, the action making you moan which just allowed Lewis to slip his tongue into your mouth. One hand left your boob and made its way to your jaw, pulling you close to him. Lewis would never tire of this feeling, it was like a drug to him.
He pulled away from your lips reluctantly before he spoke. “I want you…” He took a deep breath before meeting your gaze. “I want a baby y/n… I want one with you… now…”
Lewis didn’t know but you’d wanted him to speak those words to you for a long time. You couldn’t imagine being with anyone else let alone starting a family with anyone else but him.
“Well, I guess we won’t be needed these.” You held up a condom, the sight made Lewis break into a low laugh as he took it from you and threw it towards the bin in the corner of the room.
“You don’t know how long I’ve wanted to hear you say that.” Lewis quickly undone his trousers and kicked them off to the floor along with boxers before he lined himself up with your entrance. “You sure you want this?” He asked, his eyes scanning yours for any hint of hesitance.
“Yes… I do.” You placed a light kiss on his lips. “More than anything.” That was all the Mercedes driver needed. Lewis slowly entered you, moaning at the way you felt around him.
His head fell on your shoulder as he pushed himself inside of you. Lewis stayed still for a second, allowing you to adjust to his size. Despite you and Lewis having been together for a few years you still always needed just a second. When you were ready you planted another kiss on his lips, a silent way of telling him you were ready. Lewis moved his head from the crook of your neck to look at you as he pulled out and thrust back inside of you. He always loved the way your eyes widened at the feel of him.
Lewis started at a steady pace, slowly bringing your hips closer to his as he fucked you on the table. “You feel so good around me…” He moaned as his hands pulled your legs to wrap around his waist, allowing him to fuck you deeper.
“God…”
“God can’t help you now sweetheart.” He slowly picked up the pace as he spoke.
“I wouldn’t want him to.” As you finished your words he suddenly picked you up with him still inside of you and carried you to the bed. Normally Lewis would throw you down and turn you over so he could fuck you from behind but this time things were different. This time the two of you weren’t fucking for fun but to start a family with one another. He set you down on the bed before he started moving again. One hand dipped to your clit, slowly circling it knowing he’d bring you to another high very quickly.
His head fell to your chest, taking your right nipple into his mouth, tugging on the bud with every thrust. Your hands went to his back and struggling to find a grip you dragged your nails along his skin. Lewis twitched slightly at your actions, a low moan escaping his lips as he suddenly started to fuck you harder. He moved his mouth from your nipple to your neck, suppressing his moans he latched onto your skin which only made you dig your nails deeper into him. “Fuck…” You heard him groan as he sped up even more. His mouth soon left your neck, a smirk on his lips as he admired the new mark that would let the world know who you belonged to.
Lewis moved his hands to your hips, thrusting yourself onto his cock. You knew he was close so you wrapped your legs around his hips, pulling him closer to you whilst your hands now found his braids once again, tugging as your lips met but you struggled to keep up with his kisses as his cock hit you in places you never knew it could reach. “You’re so cute trying to compose yourself… when we both know all you want to do is scream my name.”
“Lewis please…”
“Please what?” A wicked smile found its way to his lips as he started to play with your clit again. “Oh come on sweetheart you didn’t think I would let you cum again without begging for me, did you?”
“Who says I’ll cum first?” You tried to sound confident but the sudden grip on your left thigh which was now being thrown over his shoulder told him another story. “Fuck Lewis!”
“Louder…” His gaze was stern on you as fucked you at the new angle. “And you will cum, just not yet. I want you to cum when I do… understand?”
Your eyes fluttered open as you spoke. “Yes -”
“Yes what?” He suddenly stopped thrusting but his fingers still worked on your clit, making you squirm. Lewis held your hips down with his free hand so you couldn’t move, his eyes still boring into yours as he spoke again. “I can’t hear you y/n…”
“Yes Sir -”
“Yes Sir what?”
“I won’t cum until you do Sir.”
“Such a good girl.” He pecked your lips before he started to thrust inside of you again. Both of your moans filled the hotel room, not caring how loud the two of you were being as you inched closer to your high. Lewis had begun to slow his pace down ever so slightly, a small sign that you knew he was close. He set your leg down but made sure you kept your legs wrapped around his waist as he added more pressure on your clit.
“Lewis… I’m so close…”
“I know…” He moaned slightly. “So am I… cum when I tell you…”
“Yes Sir.” He always smiled at the use of the petname.
“Good girl…” Your hands clung onto his back as he spoke again. “I want you to cum, now… I want you to cum all over my cock, you gonna do that for me?”
“Fuck yes… Lewis…” You bit his shoulder to cover up your moans as he took one final thrust before he came inside of you. The feeling triggered your high, you came around him which only made him spill more inside of you. He fell onto your chest, not wanting to pull out.
The pair of you lay there together, the only thing filling the air was your light breathless moans. Your nails traced his back tattoos as you kissed his forehead. “You’re amazing…” Lewis moaned into your shoulder, making you laugh as he slowly sat up. Still inside he planted a kiss on your lips as he moved your hair out of your face. He took in your features, grinning like the Cheshire cat. “You always look so beautiful after sex.”
“You don’t look too bad yourself.” Your hand cupped his jaw.
“Glad you noticed.” He winked before he slowly pulled out. He fell beside you on the bed, his hand now falling to your stomach.
“You know I won’t be pregant yet.” You arched your brow at him.
“Oh I know but I can still imagine when you will be.” His eyes met yours. “And I can’t wait.”
“Neither can I.” You shared another kiss when his phone suddenly rang. Jumping apart he looked down at the bedside table to see his brother calling him.
“Shit… what's the time?” He looked over at you with a panicked look.
“Umm…” You glanced over to your phone. “Seven twenty-six… why?”
“We’re twenty-six minutes late to that dinner…” His expression suddenly changed to a sly one. “Was worth it though.”
“Yeah?” You quickly got up to grab your clothes. “Try explaining that to not only your parents but mine.” Lewis smiled at your reaction before he sent you a wink.
“will you still love me even when i’m no longer an F1 driver?”
warnings: smut - fingering, oral sex, squirting, unprotected sex in a car; use of nickname ‘Lew’; some post-2022 season angst of disappointments
Post-race, in the parking lot of the hotel, he lets the engine idle for a bit. He’s been quiet and contemplative all evening, and so it’s no surprise to you when he turns to you for a hug.
“Will you still love me,” he asks, as his lips trace over the curve of your shoulder, “even when I’m no longer an F1 driver?”
That sentiment, though, surprises you, and you pull back to watch the mingled emotions of despair and resignation in his gaze.
It’s almost the end of yet another difficult season for him, and you can see just how much he’s aged from the horrors of the past year. There are lines across his face that weren’t there before, new bruises and aches that his body has to contend with on a day to day basis. At the near end of this season, he’s exhausted and emotionally shattered.
You put a hand over his arm, tracing the length of muscle that runs across it, fitting yourself as close to him as possible so that you can hold his face in your other hand. “Baby I’ll love you no matter what.” You brush a thumb over the curve of his cheekbone. “What’s brought this on?”
The sad smile that he offers does nothing to appease you. “I just… I’ve been thinking about how different the grid will look next year. How much I will miss all of them. Especially Seb. I think about how much we are losing because they’re gone now.” There’s the faintest crack in his voice, “and then I think about how many more years I have left in this sport and I just…” he sighs and you stroke your thumb over his forearm to offer him just a little consolation. “I just don’t know what I’ll do when I have to retire and leave all of this behind.”
You wrap your arms around his shoulders, feeling protective of the vulnerability he’s offering. “We have time to think about it, Lewis. I promise.” You hug him close and he leans in, feeling your warmth in more ways than one as your hand moves to cup the back of his head tenderly.
He loves it when you touch him, and he tells you so in the small noise he makes against your skin, and you turn briefly so you can press a kiss to his cheek, the slope of his jaw, his earlobe. He needs this sort of intimacy with you - just as much as he does physical training or laps around a circuit. You hold him for as long as it takes to fill him with enough comfort to endure yet another gruelling week with the pressures that come with driving in this competitive league.
He looks at you with so much softness that you want to be wrapped up in him forever.
“Come here,” he whispers, “I need you.”
You don’t even need an invitation - you’re planting yourself in the seat of his lap, dropping kisses over his forehead, threading fingers in his braids, from root to tip, as you feel him wrap his tattooed arms around you and press his lips over your throat. His breath is so warm against your skin and you shiver, wanting him incessantly. He pulls back and looks at you tenderly, eyes shiny with unshed tears and you can see his hope that you’ll somehow give him some measure of salvation to ease the sting of the past season.
You cup his face, stroking thumbs over the curved cheekbones of his strikingly handsome face.
“I love you,” you whisper, and he nods, “you’re the strongest, sweetest person I know. More than any trophies can testify to. You don’t have to do anything for me to love you. You’re more than enough, Lewis.”
He leans up to rub his nose against yours, making a soft sound in the back of his throat. He closes his eyes and for a moment you just enjoy being with him, holding him as your breaths sync up, and there’s a warmth that spreads all through your body at the relief that he feels your love for him - that he accepts it wholeheartedly, without question and without doubt.
“So thankful for you, sweetheart,” he murmurs, when he opens his eyes to look at you, they’re the very expression of gratitude.
You dip down to kiss him, those lips perfectly sweet against yours, and in some way, this feels like healing for you, too. And even though there’s a soft bed upstairs waiting for you two, it feels right to share this moment with him here. Lewis fills his hands with you, as if touching you is his lifeline to feel whole again, and you moan softly into his mouth at the earnest, eager kisses you share. “Lewis,” you whimper, and you can feel him smiling into the kiss, loving how passionate you get for him.
The car is too small for either of you to be groping and kissing each other the way you are, as if you're half-starved for each other, wanting nothing more than the naked press of your bodies against each other, your tongue exploring the warmth of his mouth as your fingers snag the top of his pants open. He doesn’t remain idle for long, letting his fingers trail up your thighs and pulling up the material of your skirt up so he can take it off you, wanting nothing between you two except bare skin. He wants everything you can give him, tonight.
You reach past the opening of his pants to pull out his cock, already half-hard, and in your enthusiasm, your elbow slips against the door, triggering the button that has the window whirring and unwinding. You jerk against him in surprise, swearing, realising that your carelessness could get you two caught.
Lewis laughs, reaches over to wind it up back up, while leaning back into the smooth leather of the seats and pulling you against him. “Relax, sweetie,” he whispers, kissing you softly on the tip of your nose. You hum contentedly, turning back to find his soft mouth again with your lips as your fingers slide across his chest, feeling his heart race beneath your touch. It feels like the early days of your relationship all over again, the first time you couldn't wait any longer and had him pull over the side of the road in his own car, while you slid over into his lap and kissed your way down his neck and chest, rolling your hips against his - to the point where you were so turned on by the friction you came against each other, still clothed, growling each other's name.
Years later, you both have learned a lot more self control, a lot more patience and skill with each other. There’s still that same passion, but you’ve built up this intimacy that’s unparalleled, and there’s so much more nuance in every look, every touch. It feels like you could do this with him forever, and there would always, always be more of him to discover, to love.
He moans against you as you start to stroke his cock, and the space is so cramped so when you stroke his whole length your elbow hits the side of the door, so you settle for licking your fingers and teasing the tip of his cock with fleeting, feather-light touches that get him impatient for actual friction. His fingers exact their own form of revenge, though, slipping back the scrap of your lace underwear to tease your pussy so slowly that you grind against his touch, wanting more. You squeeze his cock, and he thrusts his hips into the grip that you have over him, and the low groan that comes from him sounds vaguely like a desperate iteration of your name. You do it again, and again, and again, twisting your wrist up in a curving stroke that gets him panting.
“We should’ve done this upstairs,” you half-complain as he chuckles. In the tiny space of this two-seater, you’re not flexible enough to do all the things you want to him. You squeeze his cock again and he hisses into your mouth. “I want to taste you, Lew.”
He flashes a grin at you, “we just gotta be a bit creative, sweetheart.” He reaches into the side of his seat and presses a button that shifts his seat backwards, until he’s almost flat down. His hands grab the sides of your thighs, tugging you forward as he says, “come sit on my face and let me taste that pretty pussy of yours.”
You can’t help it - you shift forward, past the taut muscles of his stomach and chest and eventually you settle yourself above his sweet, filthy mouth. He makes a rough noise when his mouth covers your cunt, his tongue making languid strokes over every trace of wetness he finds, and you shudder against the way he’s eating you out, so relentlessly eager to make you melt against him and come for him. He’s always so fucking unfairly good at this, and your thighs already shake as they clasp the side of his gorgeous face. He wraps his hands around your thighs to bring you even closer, and you’re afraid you might suffocate him, but then he sucks your clit between his lips and laps his tongue against it with such pinpoint precision that you writhe against him mindlessly, all logical thought dissolving as he builds you up to the inevitable.
“Oh my god,” you place a hand over his, squeezing as you feel your body growing blisteringly hot under his tongue, “Lewis, you’re going to… I need to… oh fuck…”
His eyes are so goddamn pretty, especially when he knows you’re going to come for him. He holds you tight, his tongue so incredibly deft against you, and when you come, you make a mess over his face, your wetness all over his cheeks, his chin, running down his neck and pooling in the hollow of his collarbones. He loves when you squirt over him because it doesn’t happen often, but when it does, his whole face lights up at the prospect of being drenched in all of you. He keeps lapping at you until you shift your hips backwards, trembly and boneless, unable to take any more of his magical torture.
You pant and shake your head, casting him a look of complete surrender. “Oh Lew… fuck I made a mess over you. Over the car.”
“Good. I love every bit of your mess.” He looks so pleased that you feel compelled to wipe that smirk off his face as you reach for the edge of your shirt to shimmy out of it. “C’mere,” you tell him, reaching for the button that rights his seat back up again, until your bodies touch. You slide your hands over his firm chest, tracing the lines of his tattoo. “Want you inside me.”
He doesn’t hesitate, taking his cock in his tattooed fingers and pressing it against the wetness he’d had his mouth all over earlier. The windows are starting to fog up, and it feels ironic to you as you strip your bra off that the more clothes you discard, the sweatier you become. His body heat feels like a hot brand against you, and his skin ink pretty enough for you to trace with your tongue. His teeth rake a gentle trail over your neck, hitting sensitive spots that have you gasping, and so you roll your hips over his hard cock, trailing all the wet you have along his length, grinding onto him, pushing away his own hand so that you can touch him and control his pleasure.
He eventually tells you, hoarsely, to stop, before he comes all over your thighs instead of inside you, and you draw away your fingers to suck them into your mouth, tasting the slick of his precome and your wetness right in front of him. He watches you savour it, draws his own tongue out to moisten his lips, before he shifts in the cramped space to line his cock up to you.
You press a hand to his chest, and he nods, knowing instantly that you want him to start gently. You have no lube to ease the entry, just his precome and your juices and his restraint to make this good for you. You draw his mouth to yours to kiss him hard, hoping it will take your mind off from the ache of him stretching you out so wide like this.
He fits perfectly, sliding into you with a practiced ease that your mouth falls open. Your eyes lock with his, and you can see the exact moment when good melts into ecstasy for him.
He moans, fingers tight at your hips. His movements are tender, his eyes watching you for any pain or hurt. “It’s so fucking good, Lew,” you whisper, and the relief that melts in him, knowing he’s making you feel only pleasure, is so touching. You kiss his lips, clenching your walls around him as he groans. Eventually, raw, primal instinct takes over, and he snaps his hips against yours smoothly, thrusting with precision that has you gasping within seconds. The angles of the car make it hard for him to fuck with the exact rhythm you both want, but he's so good inside you, hitting all the right places, making you shiver with delight. He licks your ear when you let out a hoarse cry, feeling his dick throb and rub up against that sweet spot inside you, and you can't help but hope he does it again. And again.
He doesn't disappoint. You clench against the invasive thrusts he makes, and he's starting to pant, like he’s rounding a particularly difficult corner. You like that control you have over him, and what he has over you. In a matter of moments, you're coming apart in his arms, body convulsing in an orgasm that leaves you breathless and so quite out of it that you don’t notice when his body tightens against yours, and he’s swearing your name into the base of your throat as he comes. His cock throbs so much inside you, and it feels so good to be filled like this - with all of him.
You slump against him, breathless, sated, and sweaty, loving the press of your bodies together. He sighs in contentment, murmuring love words into your hair, holding nothing back as he allows himself to heal in this space with you. The car no longer smells like plush, expensive leather, but he doesn’t mind one bit.
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My writing brain refused to cooperate this week and so I ignored my WIPs and instead just worked on random things to get the writing engine re-starting / re-firing again. I don’t know what it is I have with this man and car sex but it just works in my mind.
This was more feels-central than I initially planned, but it was a cathartic way to end off the season for me.
Wrote this for the kink bingo challenge - oral sex, although definitely could have done more justice to the prompt itself.
summary: “after six years of knowing, six years of harbouring intense feelings for you, he finally got the courage to ask you out on a date. And you said yes and the both of you were enjoying spending time with other, just as the two of you.”
warning: 18+. kissing in public (pda), sexual tension, teasing, slight choking action, no smut.
note: written on my phone so please excuse the mistakes and formatting 💕.
WC: 1.1K
You said yes.
You said yes to a third date actually and he couldn’t believe how well it was going. For the longest of time, he has had a deep residing crush on you but he thought that you were too perfect and he was too tainted to be more than a friend with you.
It was pretty stupid thinking on his part considering everyone, including you, thought so highly of him. Leave it to the decades of having his talent and personhood undermined, it was hard to believe certain things about himself.
After six years of knowing, six years of harbouring intense feelings for you, he finally got the courage to ask you out on a date. And you said yes and the both of you were enjoying spending time with other, just as the two of you.
He loved watching you talk. It’s been his favourite thing to do since he met you. You were so passionate about everything that you did. You always gave your heart and you always shine through. He couldn’t help but be attracted to that. Your beauty was enigmatic but it wasn’t a mystery to you why he found himself falling for you.
“Why are you looking at me like that?” You blushed when you finally realised that the wasn’t responding, he was just staring at you.
“Like what?”
You blushed you tried to not make the weight of his stare overwhelm you. How could be not stare at you? You were enthralling, too captivating - you always held his attention and he never wanted to look anywhere else.
- YOUR POV -
“Why are you looking at me like that?” You blushed when you finally realised that the wasn’t responding, he was just staring at you.
“Like what?”
You couldn’t answer him. There was so much in his eyes that his lips wouldn’t tell. He soaked up every word you spoke, even if he didn’t reply, you knew that he was listening. Even if he didn’t understand the topic of subject, he was still engaged.
There was something else though. Within the dimmed lights, sitting in the booth with their thighs brushing against each other - parts of you that had laid dormant for a while were being sparked alive. All aroused by his look.
“Like you wanna eat me or something.” You shrugged your shoulders, feeling your cheeks warming.
Lewis’s hearty laugh made your stomach clench, a response you’d been having lately. You crossed your legs as your body instinctively leaned into his open arm that had been resting on top of the booth seat behind you. He licked his bottom lip before shifting his eyes back to you.
“I just like watching you talk that’s all.” He replied. “I like hearing you talk too.”
Your eyes drifted down to his lips and their shade of rosy pink was pretty. And they looked so soft and plump. How had you never noticed that ?
“I like hearing you talk too. Talking about engines and stuff.”
He cracked a smile as he moved your silk pressed hair out of your face. But his hand lingered - falling into the nape of your neck as his thumb brushed the skin close to your lips.
“I don’t want to talk about engines and stuff.”
From the way he was staring at your lips, you knew what he wanted. You wanted the same too.
“You wanna kiss me Mr Hamilton?” You stroked the back of the hand that was cupping your face. You hadn’t realised that your faces by now were inches apart - too lost in the twinkle in his eyes. The creases at the corner of his eye tightened for a brief moment before relaxing.
“I do wanna kiss you Miss YSN.”
“I would like that very much.” Before you could finish saying the last word, he had swooped in and captured your lips. You gasped into his mouth as you moulded into his touch. In that moment all you could think about was how nice his lips felt moving against yours and how soft they were.
A small moan left you as he nibbled on your bottom lip. You shifted in your seat, almost placing yourself into his lap as the kiss deepened. His thumb caressed your thigh as you lazily made out in the lounge. Your leg brushed against his dick which caused him to groan and tighten his grip on you.
You giggled as you pulled away from the kiss. “Sorry.” You whispered your apologises.
“It’s okay.” His eyes were low as he licked his lips as he glanced around the place before he pulled you fully into his lap, sitting you cross his legs.
“What are you doing?” You softly squealed as you got comfortable in his lap. You were in a secluded section however, you weren’t used to such public displays of affection as sitting on a partner’s lap but as Lewis looked up at you with low eyes with a spark shining in their luring darkness, you threw all of your caution to the wind.
“I just wanted you a little closer that’s all.” His arms secured themselves around your waist as you wrapped an arm around his neck. Pressed against each other, every inch of you in contact with you feeling a surge of prickling heat - the temptation was ever stronger.
“I really like kissing you.” He mumbled, his lips a breath away from yours.
“I like kissing you too.” You smiled before you found yourself leaning forward and softly kissing him again with a timid passion. You sucked on his bottom lip, pulling it into your mouth. His fingers dig into your flesh in reaction. You felt the other reaction too - his hardness pressing into your ass which caused you to smile into the kiss.
“You’re being a tease.” He whispered as he continued to chase the kiss.
“You’ll quickly learn that’s a speciality of mine.” You spoke between breathes, not wanting to stop kissing either.
It was sudden. Like a switch has gone off.
His tattooed hand came to your neck and slightly squeezed as he dominating the kiss. He took the lead with a raw fervour that took you by surprise. His typical calm demeanour was no where to be found as he slipped his tongue into your mouth. The energy had shifted and your could feel it - it set your nerves aflame.
You were breathless when he finally put away and you dropped your forehead against his.
“And you’ll quickly learn it’s a speciality of mine to tame princesses like you. I’m pretty good at it.” His voice was hoarse - the edge in his voice rough, showing that the was just as affected by that kiss as you were. His thumb popped your bottom lip out of your mouth as you squirmed in his lap. The stickiness of your underwear becoming uncomfortable.
Your eyes were wide, your breathing was heavy and the throbbing in between your legs was becoming unbearable.
“Can we get the bill?” Your question had him smiling. He looked away from you and signalled for a server.
lmao same bestie, i will start writing again around christmas time when i have three weeks holiday and actually have the brain capacity to write again <3
a/n: Because @smicksstuff sent me a Mick tiktok the other day and he's been my brainrot ever since 🫶🏻😤 (mobile-oriented & poc!friendly, as I always try to be 🫡👍🏼)
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f1wags mickschumacher & yourusername spotted dancing in their Monaco home via gina_schumacher’s latest ig story! 🥹
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f1realest sleeping on the highway tonight ❤️🫶🏻☺️
schumini47 😭😭 WHEN!! WILL!! IT!! BE!! ME!!
carloskiddo this is it, this is my last straw 😍
┗ checoschumacher even lily liked 💀
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mickschumacher home 🧡☀️ yourusername
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yourusername ❤️🫶🏻
┗ f1wags you guys are so cute i'm gonna lose my mind
roscoelovescoco I's miss playdates with Angie! Who's is your's friends?
┗ mickschumacher Angie misses you too! And her new friend's name is Blume 🌼
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yourusername Had to switch spots because a bee attacked Mick but other than that it was a lovely picnic 😌🐝💛☀️
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mickschumacher You missed the part where you nearly fell into the pond running from it 🤔
┗ yourusername I did no such thing 🫵🏼
sebastianvettel Sounds like a fun date. Bee rights 👍🏼
┗ f1realest NOT SEB COMMENTING?
┗ carloskiddo His first comment is bee rights! 😭😭
danielricciardo it’s not a real picnic without DR3 wine 🍷
┗ yourusername we ran out 🫣
alex_albon double date when?
┗ lilymhe planning one as we speak 🏃🏻♀️
