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“Too Young?”“Why Lewis Hamilton’s Wife Is Raising Eyebrows in the Paddock”“Age Gap or Power Gap?”“The Mystery of Mrs. Hamilton”
They called you mysterious because you didn’t feed the tabloids.
They called you too young because they couldn’t believe someone your age could hold their own next to him.
They said a lot of things.
And honestly?
You couldn’t care less.
You were Mrs. Hamilton.
You loved him. He loved you. You had the ring, the house, the matching toothbrushes, and enough laughter between you to drown out every whisper from every headline.
So when you walked into the paddock hand in hand with him, dressed in your chic little outfit, skin glowing, smile lazy, eyes locked on him like he was the only man on Earth—yeah, people stared. Cameras clicked. Journalists held their breath.
Let them.
He was in his race suit already, sunglasses pushed into his curls, the fabric hugging every inch of muscle you’d kissed that morning. He looked cool, focused, but the second he glanced at you—
God.
That smile.
That smile that always melted into something softer when it was just for you.
“You’re staring,” you teased, stepping into his space.
“You’re stunning,” he said, without missing a beat. His hand rested on your waist, fingers brushing against the bare skin just under your top. “You always make it hard to focus on the car.”
“I thought you were good at multitasking,” you smirked.
He leaned in, mouth brushing your ear. “I am. But right now, I just want to kiss my wife.”
So you let him.
Right there. In front of everyone. Reporters, cameras, fans—didn’t matter.
What started as a sweet kiss turned molten in seconds. His hand cupped the back of your head, your fingers curled in the collar of his suit. You felt him exhale against your lips, tasted every ounce of affection and pride and desire rolled into one kiss. It was the kind of kiss that didn’t ask permission. Didn’t care who was watching.
It was a statement.
When he pulled back, just a little breathless, his smile turned into something cocky—possessive in the way that made your stomach flip.
“I hope they caught that,” he murmured.
“They definitely did,” you laughed, smoothing your lipstick with your finger. “That was kind of… a lot.”
He grinned. “Good. Let them talk.”
And they would. You knew the headlines were already being written.
“Too Hot for the Paddock: Lewis and His Wife Share Fiery Kiss Before Race”“Age Gap, What Age Gap?”
But none of it mattered.
Because as he walked away toward the garage, he glanced over his shoulder and winked at you—and that was the only headline you needed.
— summary: Lewis just couldn’t wait to get back home to his woman.
— warning: very little plot, minor angst, talks of feelings, fluff, sexually explicit, slight handjob, fingering, oral!f receiving, unprotected penetrative sex, multiple orgasms, rough handling: hair pulling, slight spanking, choking, minor dirty talk, minor aftercare. NOT EDITED
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He couldn’t stop his leg from shaking as the plane continued to descend.
“Since when have you been nervous about flying?” The voice of his father it through the noise of the podcast Lewis was listening to. He moved his headphone away from his ear and turned to his Dad with a soft smile playing on his face.
“I’m not nervous because of flying, Dad. I’m just anxious to see my girl.” Lewis confessed. Anthony chuckled – his smile spread and filled his whole face.
“She’s your girl now? When did that happen?”
“YN’s been my woman from the moment you introduced us. Things have been going really good between us. I just haven’t asked her officially.”
“Why haven’t you?” Lewis sighed at the question, rubbing his forehead as he thought of an answer. The both of you had never really discussed about the boundaries of your relationship, things just fell into place. In the beginning, things were meant to be strictly casual – whenever either of you where in town or whoever could fly out. However, as things progressed over the months, the both of you found yourselves dropping everyone else and exploring things exclusively without thinking too much about it.
However, there was something about this weekend, being away from you, had left an ache in his heart when he thought of you. When you’d spoken to him, telling him that you missed him in that soft, little voice of yours, - you took the last pieces of his heart and made him yours, completely.
“It’s been on my mind lately. I just think it’s time to make it serious. I don’t want her thinking that I’m wasting her time when I know she’s the one.”
“Alright, son. As long as you do what needs to be done. The next I see her; she better be my daughter-in-law.”
“I’ll do my best.” Lewis chuckled.
~
The plane landed and he separated from his parents and rode the town car towards your address. Originally, he would have met you at his home, but it was getting renovated to extend the closet to include more space for you. When it came to fashion, the both of you were competing but you had the leg up due to your vintage bag and shoe collection. One of the many things that he loved about you.
In his hand, he only had his essential hand luggage and a bouquet of your favourite flowers. The rest of his bags would be delivered tomorrow as for what he had planned, there was no need for clothing.
With his spare key, Lewis opened the door to your townhouse and the immediate aroma of spices hit the senses of his nose. It brought a small smile to his face and the sense of welcome. He was home.
“Sweetheart! Roscoe!” He called out and the response he received was an excited squeal and an enthusiastic bark. The patter of nails on hardwood floor and soft thudding of bare feet on the wooden floor got heavier, the closer they came towards him and around the corner. You were ahead of the aging dog, in your barest form of beauty, dressed in just a white, camisole top and an old pair of his shorts. Not caring about what was in his hands, you dove into his arms and wrapped your limbs around his body. The speed in which you came at him almost knocked him out, but he quickly recovered.
“Woah!” Lewis lightly let out a laugh as he manoeuvred the flowers into his other hand and then secured his free arm around your waist as you snuggled your face into his neck and held onto him tightly. Without words, your hug conveyed how much you missed him and God, did he miss you too. Having you in his arms completed him in a way that he had never felt before.
“I missed you too, baby.” He whispered into your ear. He walked away from the door and with Roscoe following until Lewis settled on the couch with you still in his arms. You leaned back and took him in.
“Look at you.” You mumbled as you knocked his cap away from his head and freed his curls from their cage. He had been letting his curls loose lately and you swore your attraction to him increased tenfold. Your fingertips massaged the sides of his temples and his eyes fluttered close, and a lazy smile drew on his face.
“I missed you so much.” Lewis stated again which made you giggle.
“I missed you more even though we FaceTimed every day for these past two weeks.”
“Yeah, but it’s not the same as having you right in front of me, sitting on my lap.” His hands came to your waist and settled there. “Nothing compares to this moment.” He added as he drew soft, circular patterns on the sides of your hips.
“Oh yeah?” You questioned, your eyebrow quirking up as you tried to contain your glee.
“Yes, baby. Now gimme a kiss, we’ve been apart for too long.” You didn’t need telling twice as you leaned down and captured his lips as you cradled his face into your palms. He hummed softly as your lips touched and the tingling feeling of your fingers rubbing on his beard. Lewis smiled was your mouth’s entangled in a slow dance of passion. Lovers, reuniting and quenching their thirst – drinking the lust your bodies desperately seeked. Lewis’s hand came to the back of your neck and pulled you closer as the kiss deepened.
Your core began to dampen, and you could feel him hardening beneath you and for a moment, as you drowned in his consumption, a disgruntled bark broke the haze. You turned your kisses to the underside of his jawline and to his neck as Lewis finally gave Roscoe some of his attention.
“Sorry my boy. I just had to great Mummy first.” He said just before Roscoe jumped onto the couch with some effort and then forced his way in between your bodies causing the both of you to laugh. “Alright boy. You have my attention.” You got up from his lap and placed one more kiss on his forehead and scratched behind Roscoe’s ears.
“Go freshen up, I’ll finish getting dinner ready.
~
Half an hour later, Lewis returned to the living room feeling livelier, changed into another pair of grey sweatpants and nothing more but the rainbow pearls around his neck along with a customised diamond encrusted cuban link chain that you bought him for his birthday. He kept his curls loose, a bit more damp from moisturising them. You licked your lips as you drank in his form. Witnessing his muscles and taut body move across the living room, relaxed and little sluggish. His freshly detailed tattoos, glistening from the shea body oil you know that he took from your side of the vanity table.
As you prepared a plate for him, you began to think to yourself that if you had told yourself a year ago that you would be fixing a plate for a man and becoming a mother to an aging dog who took your heart, you would have laughed at yourself. But here you were, doing exactly that. Tony Morrison was turning in her grave.
You silently watched as Lewis prepared Roscoe for bed, getting him more comfortable.
“Baby, come eat.”
“What did you make?” Lewis asked as he stood to his full height and approached you by the kitchen island.
“Shredded tofu tacos with pico de gallo with triple cooked chips. I made buffalo cauliflower too but that depends on whether you finish these tacos or not.”
“Everything sounds so good.” Lewis unconsciously licked his lips as you placed the food down in front of him. “Your cooking is always good.”
You sat beside him as you watched him eat and be happily fulfilled. Your hand came to the nape of his neck, playing with the tiny trestles of curls that laid there as he ate each of tacos on his plate.
“You should have been a chef.” Lewis groaned as he cleared everything that was on his plate, including the small bowl of buffalo cauliflower that he asked for.
“Why do people love saying that to me just because I can cook?” You giggled.
“Because all of that elbow work you put in could open a very successful, generational restaurant.”
“Fuck off.” You playfully dismissed him as you shoved his shoulder. With his plate clear, you took it away from him. As you stood by the sink, he couldn’t help but admire everything about your being. Before he met you and in the beginning days of your relationship – the hyper independent side of you would have never been doing everything that you were doing now but Lewis took great pride in the fact that you only did this for him.
The owner of your own accounting firm – one of the few forensic accountants in the city. Because of your niche, you were one of a kind and you were the best in the game. Your father and Anthony were tennis buddies, and you had a shared a few games with the man. Anthony introducing you to his son changed your lives.
“How’s the firm?” Lewis asked as he drank his water.
“Good… We finally aced the TSB contract.” You announced which caused his face to break out into a wide grin before he pulled you into his arms as he placed kisses all over your face.
“I knew you would get it! Congratulations sweetheart.”
“Thank you!” You giggled as you wrapped your arms around his neck and softly pecked his lips, the laughter never stopping as he kept coming back for more kisses. His fingers caressed your back as he held you close.
“Joining the baller’s club huh.” You rolled your eyes at his playful comments. As much you were making in the upper six figures – it was nothing compared to your wealthy lover. His generous gifts certainly helped.
“Let me actually fulfil part of my contract first. They could easily change their minds.”
“Then come to a race weekend. It’s more than just entertainment; it’s also a really good place to network with people on an international scale.”
“Look at you being supportive and shit. Am I also getting a hint of something else?” You raised an eyebrow and looked down at him inquisitively.
“I know you’ve been to a couple of races but this time I want you there as my VIP guest.” Lewis nonchalantly shrugged his shoulders as he absentmindedly drew patterns on your exposed skin.
“What race?”
“Which ever race that you can fit into your schedule. I know you’re a busy woman.”
“I’ll see what I can do for you, Mr Hamilton.” You whispered as you leaned down and captured his lips. He hummed softly into your mouth as your tongue leisurely caressed his, taking over his senses as you began to consume his every thought. Lewis could feel himself hardening against you as you pressed against him and all of his feelings that had been building up over the past few weeks that had mounted over.
“Take me out.” He suggested, mumbling onto your lips as he broke away. Your eyes darkened with lust, licking your lips – savouring his taste.
“Just like that?” You whispered.
“Just like that.” Lewis confirmed with his voice in a lowly tone as he moved to his feet and glided his hands away from your hips to your ass and groped it. Shifting your positions, your back was then pressed into the kitchen island edge as he crowded your space. Your hands slid into his sweatpants, and you pulled him out just as he asked.
Lewis sighed softly as your warm hand covered his tip, and you began to tug. His hand came to the back of your neck and pulled your lips towards his. With each stroke of your hand, you could feel him getting harder and harder. His pre-cum coated your palm, making your pulls more fluid, turning him on even more than he already was.
And you? Your essence was beginning to collect in between your thighs. You gasped into the heated kiss as he suddenly lifted your body into his arms, and you secured your legs around his waist. You moaned into his mouth as you felt his length against your warm centre.
Once in the bedroom, you began to strip at the clothing that was suffocating you. Lewis gently laid you down on the bed and pulled the shorts down the length of your legs. The he did the same, discarding the sweatpants and standing in between your legs.
Looking down at you, parting your thighs softly until he could see your cunt. Your core was dripping, your clit blooming and swollen. It never took much to get you wet like this, but it was only something that he could do to you.
“So fucking pretty.” He mumbled, more to himself than you but his comment made you smile, nonetheless.
“You always say that.” You responded as you parted your legs further as he hovered above you.
“Because it’s true. Prettiest pussy I’ve ever seen, and it’s all mine.” He said before he crashed his lips into yours, craving your taste more than he’d ever before. With his tongue parting your lips as he deepened the kiss, he pushed two fingers inside of you.
“Uuhhh.” You whimpered as your tongues collided hungrily. It was like the pit of your stomach was collapsing within itself at how good his fingers felt inside of you. Your walls were so snug and tight around his fingers.
“You’re soaking me already, baby.” He mumbled, his teeth latching onto your bottom lip and lightly tugging.
“Mmm.” You whimpered yet again and wrapped your hand around his wrist as he pushed his fingers deeper into your pussy. The both of you followed a rhythm, the pace increasing as your hips lifted off the bed as your breaths became heavier. Your braids had fallen out of their bun and using his free hand, Lewis loosened the rest and tugged at them, forcing you to meet his eyes. Chest to chest, the chain around his neck brushing against your breast as his hair tickled your cheeks as the curls created a curtain around your face. Complete tunnel vision on him as he made you feel good with his fingers.
Lewis watched as your eyes rolled to the back of your head as he curled his fingers and hooked them on your spot. The sound of your name leaving your lips was so sweet and it made his dick throb even harder. He pulled his fingers out of you, causing you to pout. He quickly changed that expression when he pushed those fingers into your mouth.
You eagerly sucked on the digits, your tongue making sure not to mis any drop – sucking on them just like you would his dick. He smirked as he watched desire drive your actions. With his fingers pushing on your gag reflex. Lewis shifted his body so that he was at eye level with your pussy. The back of your thighs was on his shoulders as his mouth watered at the sight of your lower lips. He unconsciously licked his lips as your arousal trickled out of you.
The sweetest nectar of forbidden fruit.
“Hold your legs for me, sweetheart.” Lewis instructed and you followed his command. Not wasting anymore time, he spread your use open and swiped his tongue from your asshole to your cunt and back. Soft mewls left your mouth as you squirmed beneath his hold. His hands held you down by the back of your thighs as he completely devoured you. He circled your clit with his tongue, dipping the tip in and out of your cunt -making a mess.
“Oh god!” You cried our as your legs tried to close around his head.
“Just me baby.” Lewis chuckled. “It’s me taking care of this sweet ass pussy.”
“Yeess!” You cried as your hand planted themselves in his thick curls and tugged. Urging him for more and Lewis wasted no time giving it to you. As he feasted on your clit, he dipped his finger back into your core. The combination of his tongue and his fingers had your walls tightening around his digits and and he could feel your orgasm on the rise.
“Let me have it. I need it baby.”
“Lew- shit!” You hissed, crying out in pleasure as your juices began to leak out of you.
“Give me more! C’mon!” He urged you. You body seized as your climax took hold, and he desperately lapped your juices until your body stopped trembling.
One of the many things that you loved about Lewis was that he treated sex like an art form. He always took his time learning your body, accepting every reaction that you gave hi, pushing him to stroke you, harder and faster past your limits.
“Goddamn, so fucking beautiful.” Lewis whispered as he placed a kiss on the inside of each thigh and trailed up the length of your body. He hungrily claimed your lips, kissing you with a passionate force that provoked whimpers out of you. Your essence coating his lips, making sure that you know how good you taste.
“I need you inside of me.” You whispered against his mouth as your hand found its way between your bodies and wrapped around his dick.
“Put it in for me, baby.” He mumbled as he lifted your leg and placed it over his shoulder as the other, he held down with his hand as you slowly pushed him into you. Your eyes immediately closed your pussy fit around him like a glove. Made just for him, that’s how good it felt. Nothing and no one compared to this moment.
And you loved it every time.
“Every time.” He sighed as he buried himself deeper into you. Your hand came to his chin and tugged him closer by his bear. You pecked his lips before you pushed your thumb into his mouth. The tingles that shot through you due to the suction made your pussy clench round him.
“Fuck me like you hate me.” You whispered against his mouth.
“Oh, I will. I just needed a minute to appreciate how you feel.” Your eyes slowly peopled open and locked in with his lust filled ones. Lewis crowded your space as he began to move in and out of you.
Nails dug into his skin as your mouth hung open as his every thrust rattled your body. Lewis’s brows furrowed as he enjoyed the fee of your walls rhythmically pulsating around him. Your warmth, your tightness, your wetness – all for him to experience.
No one else.
“Oh my god!” You gasped. Through your glazed eyes, you saw him smirk down at you. He began to circle his hips, driving deeper into your tunnel but keeping the same pace.
“Right there?”
“Yess – Oh fuck! Yes!” Your eyes crossed as you threw your head back. Lewis leaned down and sucked on your exposed neck as he pressed the tip of his dick against the ceiling of your cunt. The sounds you were making were even foreign to you; your toes curled above his head as the knot in the pit of your stomach clenched.
“Fuck, baby. You always feel so good.” He trapped his bottom lip with his teeth and looked where your bodies joined. The wetter and tighter you got, the more he sped up until a ring of your cream collected at the base of his dick.
“Lewis!” You cried out his name.
“I know baby, I know. Give it to me.” He mumbled as he leaned down and placed kisses along your jawline. “Come on this dick, YN.”
Your words got stuck in your throat as you arched into his chest.
“I want you to look, sweetheart.” Lewis said. “Look at how I fuck this sweet pussy, and you cream all over me.”
“Baabbyy.” The nickname came out as a whimper as you dipped your head down and looked as his dick nestled deep inside and pull out, over and over. Your cream was covering his length and catching on his trimmed pubes. Without thinking, you reached down and with your finger, collected your essence and brought your fingers to his mouth. Lewis groaned as your cum touched his tastebuds.
The look of pure hunger in his eyes was your trigger. Tingles shot up your spine and took over you. “OH FUUU-.” The words were lost in a silent scream as your orgasm erupted. Lewis moaned aloud as you felt his release flood your walls which intensified your climax. You dropped your legs to his waist and wrapped your arms around him after he was spent.
He collapsed on top of you and took deep breaths to gather yourselves even though he was pressing on your chest. Lewis then patted the side of your thigh, and you moved your limbs away from his body. You softly sighed with a pout as he pulled out of you and disappeared into the en-suite.
You climbed towards the headboard and laid down onto your stomach with your eyes closed. You felt the bed dip beside you, then the warm dampness of a cloth on the inside of your thighs. A hum left you as you enjoyed the tenderness of his touch as he cleaned you up and left chaste kisses where his fingers gripped your skin.
“Thank you, my love.” Your voice came out airy and soft. The way you sound when you are tired.
“You’re not falling asleep on me, are you?”
“Not a chance. You have much to make up for.”
Lewis chuckled. “I do, don’t I?”
“You were only gone for two weeks but why did I miss you so much this time?”
“Because before I left, we had an unfinished conversation.”
You turned around onto your back, the jiggling flesh of your breast bouncing with the movement. The sight of that had his dick standing to attention. By the little smirk on your face, you knew what he had referring to.
“You have been my unexpected surprise. Coming at a moment I had sworn no distractions.”
“Am I a distraction to you, Mr Hamilton?” You asked as you leaned forward onto your elbows, and it brought your face closer to his.
“No, you’re not sweetheart. You’re everything I didn’t expect to be blessed with and more.”
“I like that answer.” You closed the gap between you and pecked his lips.
“I like you.” He murmured as he kissed you back, holding onto your Ips for longer. Your hand came to cup his cheek.
“I like you too.” With one last peck, you moved away from the bed. You don’t know why but the sudden urge to run took hold and you swiftly moved to the closet as the beating of your heart was loud in your ears. You had known that this conversation was coming. It had been lingering over your heads for more than enough time now and yet, a part of you was still not ready to face it. You had already given so much into this relationship and what scared you the most was how … easy it was to do. Lewis pulled out parts of you that had been dormant and you hated how it made you love him even more for it.
To be confronted with his feelings too. To know that he reciprocated what you gave and then-some was overwhelming.
“You avoiding me sweetheart?” You heard him speak from behind you as you turned your attention your jewellery vanity.
“Babe…”
“No, no. You are avoiding me.”
“I’m not. I’m just trying to get my emotions in control.” You confessed as you stayed facing the dresser, sorting out your jewellery, trying to keep your fingers busy.
“Talk to me then.” His voice sounded closer than before, but you didn’t feel his warmth.
“You have no idea how badly I want this.” You whispered your admission. “And for so long, it felt like admitting it out loud was a fool’s dream.”
“Did you think I didn’t want the same thing as you?” He asked.
“It’s not that I didn’t but I was weary because I know that this is a trying time in your career and you’re so focused on reclaiming what was stolen from you and you’re such a narrow minded visionary when it comes to your goals and as much as I can feel that you want this – you are right in saying I might be a distraction.” You nervously chewed on your bottom lip as your fears spilled out. You still weren’t looking at him, but you felt his arms circling your waist and his face buried in the crook of you neck.
“It would be foolish of me to say you’re wrong. You’re right, I do want to get back to the top of my game and I’m doing everything in my power to make sure that I do. And despite saying all of that, the way I feel about you YN far surpasses that. We were meant to find each other when we did. You are here to remind me that there are things that don’t wait for the right moment. I would be a fucking idiot if I let you go and ask you to wait when I can experience what we have now and grow in love together.”
You were quiet as you let his words wash over you and settle within your heart. “You really mean that?” You asked, your voice soft but full of hope. Your bodies swayed side to side as laid kisses on your neck and up to the back of your ear.
“I do. I want this for as long as you want me, but I don’t want to do this with anyone else, and I don’t want to.” His touch melted you as he explored your curves, enticing your senses, and you could feel his hardness beginning to press against your ass. Your body felt like it was vibrating from how much it craved him.
“Lewis.” You mumbled his name as he bent your body forward until you were pressed over the vanity table. The bite of the wood against your chest did not compare to the sizzling touch of his fingers in between your thighs, spreading your wetness around. Your body just called to hi and he always knew how to answer.
“Ssshhh, I know just what you need, sweetheart.” He spoke as he parted your legs even further and slipped right back into you. You braced yourself by holding onto the vanity’s edge as he delivered long and deep strokes.
“Oh my!” You gasped as your eyes rolled to the back of your head. His thrusts rattled your body over and over until your legs were trembling beneath you. The way that he was controlling your body, you knew that there would be no-one else that would ever come close.
Your orgasm quickly rose, jumbling your thoughts and only leaving Lewis. Your hand behind and pressed against his abs.
“Move your fucking hand!” He hissed through his gritted teeth as he pushed himself deeper into you. “You told me to fuck you like I hated you and I am.” You could hear the teasing in his voice. Then he wrapped your braids around his wrist and pulled until your back was deeply arched. The new angle had you gasping for air and standing on your tiptoes as you braced yourself.
The slapping of his pelvis against your ass, your mingled heavy breathing, and the quivering of your cunt around his dick was pleasurably overwhelming.
Tell me you’re mine, YN.”
“I – I, oh GOD!” You screamed as your eyes closed with tears lining your lashes.
“Fucking tell me!” He taunted with a heavy slap on your ass cheeks.
“Yes! Yes! I’m yours!” You moaned out loud. Using your braids, he pulled you up to his chest and placed your right knee onto the vanity table. His left hand came to your jaw and other came in between your thighs and rubbed on your clit in rhythm with his thrusts.
Lewis licked his lips as he watched the pleasure completely take over your face. He held onto your jaw and the pressure forced you to open your eyes and meet his gaze.
“You promise?” His words soft and light as if his dick wasn’t hammering on your sensitive spot. You nodded your head as your eyes crossed as you clawed at the hand applying pressure on your throat. Your moans turned to soft but heavy whimpers as your walls tightly clenched around his dick, causing Lewis to hiss against your cheek.
He pounded you faster and faster until both you and the vanity were rattling. You held on tightly as your climax peaked and Lewis held onto you tightly as he coated your walls, his hoarse moans sweetly ringing in your ears. He rutted into you until he was spent.
The smell of your sex and the sound of your breathing were your only companion until you opened your eyes and the first thing you spotted was the crack on the side of the vanity mirror. You couldn’t stop the giggle that escaped.
“What?” Lewis questioned as he untangled himself from you and turned you around until you were facing him.
“We broke the vanity.” You said as you played with his chains. His eyes moved past your head to the crack. He smiled as he turned back to you until his lips met yours and pulled you into a passionate kiss.
“You won’t need this one anymore. I bought you a bigger and sturdier one for the new closet in Knightsbridge.” The lack of hesitation in his statement brought finality to what this was.
“This is it huh?” You smiled as he picked you up in his arms and headed towards the shower.
“This is it. You’re the only one for me, YN.” He smiled as you ran your hands through his now sweat damp curls. You hugged him tighter. Yeah, this was it for you too.
summary: you surprise lewis on the red carpet, he surprises the world with some news
pairing: lewis hamilton x fem! reader
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Lewis had no idea you’d be there when he pulled up to the stupid livery launch thing. He had no interest in it, other than sitting there and being perfectly polite. You were supposed to be his plus one, but you’d been called overseas for work as the Indycar season started, so you couldn’t make it.
Or so you thought.
As things wrapped up with Daytona, the interviewer you were filling in for recovered from the flu quickly, so you rushed back to London to be there with Lewis.
You stood on the red carpet with a gorgeous long red dress on, perfect for his new team, ready to ask some questions to the drivers. Lewis and Charles showed up in style, posing with Fred as they got out of the car. He looked up to pick a camera to look at, and all he saw was you, 20 metres down the carpet. His jaw dropped and he rushed over, forgetting about the photo and just rushing up to you. He wrapped his hands around your waist as he pressed his lips to yours, the crowd going crazy.
“Couldn’t make it?” he pulled back, sassy as ever.
“Things change,” you shrugged, smirking.
“I am so glad to see you,” he smiled, taking your arm and starting to walk up the carpet. .
“Woah mister,” you stopped. “I’m not off the clock,” you pointed out the big SkySportsF1 camera in front of the two of you, which had in fact video your entire greeting, broadcasting it to many screens. “So, Sir Lewis Hamilton, how are you feeling about tonight?” you asked, going straight into interviewer mode.
He rolled his eyes but kept his arm around your waist and smiled. “I’m feeling good, very excited to start this new chapter. How are you doing Mrs. Hamilton?”
Your jaw dropped as you lowered your microphone. “Lewis!” you scolded. “I thought we weren’t telling people-”
He grabbed your mic and lifted up your left hand, showing off the engagement and wedding rings there. “We got married over the break!” he cheered into the mic as again, the crowd on the carpet went wild. You just chuckled along with him, shaking your head.
Lando came up behind you two, grabbing the mic off of Lewis and adding his own news. “Lewis cried the whole way through his vows!” he shouted into the mic with a cheeky grin as Lewis rolled his eyes, then he gave the mic back to you and ran.
“Oh and he almost dropped the ring,” you told the camera before Lewis pulled the mic out of your hand.
“Yeah, yeah, enough. I’m going to commandeer this lovely interviewer from you, if you don’t mind Sky, and I’m going to enjoy my night with my wonderful wife,” he smiled into the camera, then waved, and whisked you down the carpet.
