#longing fic

[mzv11]

Longing 6

Characters: Lewis Hamilton x Kamiya Dawkins

Warnings: Language & Smut

A/N: Uh oh

Previous Chapter

Christmas 2022

“Tighter.” Lewis growled. A euphoric smile tugged at his lips as she gripped his neck harder. “I'm about to cum.” Lewis groaned. “Not yet baby, not yet.” Kamiya cooed as her hips rocked against his. His hands grabbed her ass, trying his best not to thrust up into her. “I can't hold it.” He whined. “I can't believe that this is what Sir Lewis Hamilton wanted for Christmas.” Kamiya laughed. All he wanted was for them to fuck like they hated each other and pancakes. Maybe a frolic in the fresh snow that had been falling all morning.

“I'm a simple man.” He laughed. “Bullshit.” She laughed, her hips rolling slow with purpose on top of him. “Is it selfish of me to want you all to myself?” Lewis asked, she nodded. “Ohhh fuck.” Kamiya moaned as her orgasm tingled in her muscles. “Be a good girl and give it to me.” Lewis smiled, his eyes low. Her hand dropped from around his throat and gripped his forearms that snaked around her waist. One hand left her body to search for something, a devious smile flashed on his face as he found it. “Now, I've got you.” He laughed, pressing the button marked ‘4’. Kamiya collapsed in a heap against his sweaty, marked up chest as the vibrating anal plug transported her to another dimension of pleasure. “Oh my god.” She groaned as her walls started to clench hard around his flesh shoved inside of her. Blissful tears trickled down her cheeks.

“Look at my beautiful, little mess.” Lewis smiled as he pulled Kamiya’s face up from his chest. It all started with him commanding her to sit on while they discussed plans for their Christmas day. Now they were 6 orgasms and 3 hours in with no signs of stopping. His loud moans echoed across the room as he came. “Daddy, ooooh.” Kamiya moaned as she felt him filling her up. A smile painted his face as she started to chase her ending. Kamiya grabbed his free hand and wrapped her kiss swollen lips around his thumb and started to suck it softly. “I love when you let me fill all your pretty little holes.” He laughed as he could feel her body vibrating against his before her screams of ecstasy filled the bedroom. “I love you, baby.” Kamiya mumbled as she fell asleep wrapped in her Love's most passionate embrace.

Later that day

“I think I'd like to retire to the States. I have so much peace here with you.” Lewis sighed as they ate Christmas dinner in front of a cozy fireplace. “Really? Sir Lewis Hamilton would leave England?” Kamiya laughed. “Mmm hmm. You don't like it there. Monaco is just for work. We can live on the family ranch or buy our own ranch. I like the way that you grew up around animals and such.” Lewis smiled. “You do look super adorable in a cowboy hat. Don't even get me started on the tight jeans and boots! I love when Dad gets you out on the ranch to do the daily work with him.” She laughed. “Not Killa Kam having a cowboy fetish.” he teased. “Save a horse, ride a cowboy.” she growled, kissing his lips. “You've done plenty of that today. Need me to run you a bath?” Lewis asked as he cleared their plates. “A bath would be nice. I think I've earned it.” She laughed. “Of course you have, my love. Just tell me when.” He smiled.

Kamiya put up the rest of dinner while Lewis went to run her bath. “Will Sir Lewis Hamilton be joining me for a bath?” Kamiya asked. He hated baths, unless it was a post race ice bath. “That's just for you.” he smiled, she pouted. He stripped down and eased into the warm water behind her. “Brat.” He teased. “You've made me this way.” She teased back. “You’re absolutely right, darling. I can't help it! You’re so damn sexy that I can't help but to give in.” Lewis smiled as he pressed kisses into her damp skin.

February 2023

Salvador, Bahia, Brazil

“Not that I didn't already know but I can totally see why you're obsessed with Brazil. This place is absolutely beautiful.” Lewis smiled as they sat on a rock overlooking the ocean. “This is where Vovó was born. She moved to Rio as a teenager. Rio is gorgeous but there's something spiritually satisfying about this place.” Kamiya sighed. “It’s very black here. I love to see it. Maybe next year we can come to Carnaval here?” He suggested. “Of course. It's a huge street party. Fuckboi Lewis that I met on the beach would've loved that…maybe. Lot of ass shaking. Not many white girls though.” Kamiya teased. “Let’s not ever bring him up again. I'd like to think that I've grown in the years we've been together. I have a very specific type now. Brown skinned, tattooed, braids down to her ass even though she has gorgeous curly hair, great ass, warm heart, makes me laugh constantly and when she bounces on it…I forget all my troubles.” Lewis smiled, adjusting the flower he had put in her hair during a walk around the neighborhood. Her hair not being in braids for vacation was a whole different version of Kamiya, her curls blew softly with even the faintest breeze. “I don't think I know anyone like that.” Kamiya laughed.

Lewis’ phone pinged, a text from Bruno. He opened it to see a sparkling diamond engagement ring. “Think Roni will like this?” the message read. She would love it. Now the pressure would be on for Lewis to propose to Kamiya. They had discussed it and it was something they both wanted but it ended there. “Isn’t this ring gonna look so good on Roni?” Kamiya smiled as she showed him the same picture on her phone from Bruno. “Yeah, she’s gonna love it. I’d imagine that you’d like something a little…bigger?” Lewis asked. “I’d hope that after all this time, that you know what I like.” Kamiya laughed. “Absolutely. Stunning diamond, unique layout. White gold. I have an idea but I want the wedding piece to fit around the engagement piece. Very complex stuff.” he smiled, pulling her into a kiss. “I know that whenever you do give me a ring, it'll be perfect.” Kamiya smiled. Lewis thought he had found the perfect ring but upon seeing it in person, he hated it and knew that Kamiya would too. 

“Bruno needs our help to plan this proposal. Might be a time crunch with me having to get back home for the start of the season but…I think I can make it happen.” Lewis mumbled. “We both have to get back home for the start of the season. Only one of us is coming off the bench though.” Kamiya laughed. “And how do you feel about that?” he asked. “Knees ain’t what they used to be. It happens. I realize that I’m becoming a mental asset more than anything.” she laughed. “No, still got the knees of Megan Thee Stallion, I can attest to that.” he teased. “What you know about some Megan Thee Stallion?” Kamiya teased. “I’m up on all the H-Town Hot Girls. Meg, Beyonce, isn’t Lizzo from Houston? But my personal favorite…Kam with the Yams.” Lewis laughed, his hand grabbing her ass. “Ok…no more hanging out with my brothers!” she giggled as he scattered kisses across her neck. “They told me not to talk about how bangin’ their little sister's body is. It’s not like I mentioned how we slut each other out in the bedroom. Just how hot you are. I’ve had more detailed conversations about you with Bruno.” he laughed, she hit his arm. “What?! Apparently, I got the dom friend.” He laughed. 

“I asked what you wanted for Christmas and you're the one who said that they wanted to be choked and fucked through the mattress! In fact…I tied you to your bed and took you to paradise and you bought me a Birkin!” Kamiya laughed. “I'm not complaining, baby. That was something I didn't know that I needed or something that you'd be into. It's exhausting being in control all the time. You telling me what to do is relaxing.” He growled into her neck. “Sounds like you're ready to head back to the apartment.” Kamiya giggled. “Something like that.” He winked as he pulled her up and into his arms. It didn't matter where on Planet Earth they were, as long as Kamiya was there…it was his favorite place.

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“I'll have to make sure I cover up when I go to work.” Lewis laughed as he noticed a hickey forming on his neck. “Sorry, not sorry.” Kamiya laughed as he snapped a photo of them all cuddled up in bed. “You still got a week. It'll heal…unless I do it again.” She growled, kissing a blank spot on his skin. “My body belongs to you.” Lewis sighed happily. “Just your body? Interesting.” She yawned, rolling to the other side of the bed. “Wait! All of me belongs to you. You already know this…don't you?” He kissed her shoulder. “Of course I know. Just…sometimes I need to hear you say it. You just…nevermind. Forget I said anything.” She sighed. “I can't. My girl just told me that she needs to hear me say that I'm hers. Does this have anything to do with Bruno's proposal?” He asked. “No, it doesn't. It's just that…you used to shout your love from the rooftops and now it feels like a whisper. Lewis…are we ok?”

Next Chapter

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Silver Springs - Jamie Tartt x Fem!Reader/Roy Kent x Fem!Reader

Silver Springs - Jamie Tartt xFem!Reader, Roy Kent x FemReader!

Content - angst, flirting, friends to lovers, love triangle

Word Count - 3k

Summary - Whilst Jamie is in the throes of preparing for the Man City game, Roy tries to show the reader that he's noticed her past just being the coaches’ assistant, even if it makes him feel guilty. 

Read Part One Here

A/N - Part 2 of this love triangle fic, let’s gooooo. As always like and reblog if you enjoy and let me know what you think <33 

It had been about a week since Jamie had kissed you, and things weren’t official. You couldn’t say you weren’t disappointed, but you understood the mental stress he was under with the upcoming Man City match. Being able to be intimately close to him was enough, because you knew he needed the comfort. Sitting on your couch and stroking his hair as you felt his breathing become deeper made you more than content. 

You sigh slightly to yourself and open your laptop, your color coded calendar coming to life. You glance to the corner of your screen, looking at the time. Bright and early with plenty of time to move appointments and schedule other needed meetings. You sat at your desk in the small room off of Ted and Beard’s. Your deskmate wasn’t there yet. He actually grunted every time you called him your “deskmate”, but annoying Roy Kent was one of the perks of this job. 

“Hey, love.” You would recognize his voice anywhere, and you look up to see Jamie leaning on the doorframe. He crosses the room and gives you a sweet peck on the lips, then plants another kiss on the top of your head. He crosses through your office to the locker room and you smile to yourself. What a perfect start to your day, a kiss from the man you had wanted to be with for so long. You look back to your screen and start moving appointments, adding in the important dates Ted left on a football shaped sticky note, including the latest visit from Henry. 

A slight thud on your desk has you tearing your eyes away from your computer screen. You see a take-away coffee cup with the name “RAY” written in big, scratchy letters. You look up, greeted with a glowering, bushy eyebrowed face. “Can I help you…Ray?” You grin gesturing to the coffee cup. 

“Fuck’s sake.” He grunts. “I brought you coffee.” He scoots the coffee cup closer to you, and you raise an eyebrow, Roy Kent was bringing you coffee? 

“Thank you…but why?” 

“What do you fuckin’ mean why? Cause you’re nice and you’re always bringing everyone else coffee.” He says gruffly, dropping his iconic black leather jacket onto his own chair, revealing his tight fitting black tshirt underneath. You take a sip of the coffee to avoid gazing at him, you had eyes and knew he was fit. You were pleasantly surprised at your drink. 

“How’d you know my order?” You say, taking another delighted sip of your drink. You watch Roy’s jaw jump slightly and he shrugs. 

“Must have just picked up on it.” He says nonchalantly. In reality, he snooped around your desk the night previous, but he wasn’t going to admit to that. That sounded insane. He felt like a terrible person. He and Tartt were on good terms again, friends even, and here he was trying to win over the girl he knew Jamie was mad about. He was a prick. And a bad friend. But he couldn’t help it. Something about you drew him to you, and you made him want to open up to the possibility of being in a serious relationship again. 

You smile slightly at Roy’s back, flattered that he had done this for you. You were still a bit baffled as to why. It’s not as if Roy wasn’t nice to you, he was. But usually he answered you in growls, not full sentences. “Well…I really appreciate it. I didn’t have time to grab coffee this morning before getting to work.” 

Roy turns to look at you, one corner of his lips ticking upwards. “Don’t mention it.” He says. “Seriously, fuckin’ don’t.” You openly laugh at this and turn back to your computer screen. 

“What is all that shit anyway?” Roy asks, and you can feel him cross the tiny space to stand over your shoulder. When he leans over and places one hand on your desk and one on the arm of your desk chair, you feel your heart skip a beat. Which was dumb. Why would that be your reaction? You ignore the feeling and shrug. 

“This is how you get your extra physio appointments, how Ted has time to review game footage every other day, and how Beard knows when it’s time to exchange his library books.” You look up at him. “It’s all color coded for every member of the team. I’m pretty proud of it, if I do say so myself.” You give him a small smile and go back to typing in the extra appointments Ted had asked you to put in. 

“Fuck.” Roy says, watching you work the schedule around. “Now I understand why Ted said he didn’t know which way was up without you.” 

“Aw, you talk to Ted about little ole me?” You flash him a teasing grin and his heart wrenches. Fuck you and your stupid, pretty grin. 

“Uh…” Roy starts, coughing slightly to cover his embarrassment. 

You pat the hand resting on your desk before you continue typing. “I’m just kidding, Roy.” 

Roy clears his throat, but still hadn’t moved from his spot. He seemed content to watch you work, which was unusual for him, but you didn’t mind. He was a little close, sure, but if he wanted to watch you put in appointments and move Sam’s restaurant re-opening for him then who were you to tell him no? 

“Love?” You look up at the sound of Jamie’s pet name for you and smile brightly at him. 

“Hi!” 

“Am…I interruptin’ somethin’?” Jamie asks, pushing his hair back with his headband, looking from you to Roy. Why was Roy so close to you? That made him feel uneasy, but he wasn’t sure why. He knew that you had feelings for him, but he hadn’t made anything official. He supposed he couldn’t blame you for exploring your options. His eyes meet Roy’s, who clears his throat and straightens up, away from you.

“No.” Roy says gruffly. “I was just looking at the insane color coding she has in there.” 

Jamie nods slightly, looking to you, who he was relieved to see, only had eyes for him.  He crosses the room to you, kneeling in front of where you sat, and you look down at him, eyebrow raised. He grins at you. 

“I jus’ wanted to come see if you wanted to have lunch with me today.” He says, ignoring Roy completely at this point. You nod enthusiastically, pushing a strand of hair that came loose from the headband back. 

“Course I do.” You said, smiling at him. “Meet you at the kebab place around the corner?” You ask, to which Jamie nods. He glances at Roy, who is pretending to be preoccupied on his phone and presses his lips to yours in a sweet, soft kiss. 

“Great. See ya then, darlin’.” You smile as you watch him walk out, quickly turning back to your work. Next on the agenda, emails. 

“So.” You hear. 

You turn towards Roy’s voice. “So..?”

“You and Tartt, yeah?” 

You shrug. “Nothing is official yet.” You say nonchalantly, trying to hide just how giddy you were about Jamie openly kissing you and referring to you as “love” or “darlin’”. 

“Not fuckin’ official?” Roy says, incredulous. This was news to him. 

“Not yet.” 

“Why the bloody hell not?” Roy crosses the room again and peers down at you. 

You look back up at him and wave your hand absentmindedly. “Jamie is already stressed about this upcoming match, I can wait until his head is completely clear to have a serious conversation.” You pick up your coffee cup again, taking a sip of the delicious hazelnut latte. 

But you nearly choke when Roy leans down, one hand on each of your chair’s armrests, caging you in. His face is inches from yours. 

“That’s fuckin’ dumb, babe.” 

You lower the coffee cup from your lips, studying his face intently. Your heart was pounding. Babe? What was he doing? Never in the entire few years you had been here, had the Roy Kent paid so much attention to you. 

“Hm.” You say, quirking an eyebrow. “And why is that dumb?” 

Roy smirks slightly. “Because if I had you, I wouldn’t even fuckin’ hesitate to claim you.” 

You realized you were holding your breath and you laugh nervously. “O..oh.” You say, swallowing. “Well I don’t think Jamie is hesitating to claim me.” You look into his face, because he was making it impossible not to notice how handsome he actually is. Sure, you weren’t public with your relationship, but Jamie didn’t hide how he felt about you, at all. 

“Maybe not here. But I would be shouting from the fuckin’ rooftops if I had someone as nice as you smiling pretty at me like you do Jamie.” You can see him studying your face, and in reality, Roy’s heart is pounding. He’s getting a bit too carried away here and he didn’t know when or how to stop. 

“Maybe you could have someone with a pretty smile if you weren’t such a grouch.” You counter, leaning in closer to him, aware now that you were having some sort of effect on him. You watch him swallow, his eyes flicking down to your lips. You smirk at him.

He growls in response, catching you completely off guard that you had elicited such a sound from him but making you smirk even more. You press a single finger against his lips, standing up as you push him back. 

“See? Grouch.” You tease, moving your finger but before you can rest your hand at your side again, Roy looks down at you, catching your wrist in his hand. 

“Fuck’s sake, woman.” He says, almost breathlessly. You look up at him, fluttering your eyelashes innocently, but trying to deny the fact that you liked how his large hand had caught you. The look on your face was all it took for Roy to back you into a wall, his lips on yours. One hand with his fingers splayed across your hip, digging greedily, almost possessively, the other letting go of your wrist to yank you closer to him, if that was even possible. The kiss was sloppy, heated, needy. The heat of your body pressed against Roy’s was making your head cloudy. When he deepens the kiss, your breath hitches and a slight moan escapes your lips, causing Roy to smirk into your lips. 

You felt so bad that you kissed him back. When Roy pulled away, he immediately lets go of you. 

“I…I shouldn’t have fuckin’ done that.” 

 What were you doing? What about Jamie? “I..shouldn’t have kissed you back.” You whispered, wide eyed. Roy has stepped back and away from you, but he’s watching you with such a look of longing. “I’m the worst girlfriend ever.” You say. 

“Not his girlfriend, technically.” 

You shift your gaze and focus your eyes on him. “What?” You say.

“You’re not his girlfriend officially.” Roy grunts, before stepping closer to you again. “I get if you don’t ever fuckin’ speak to me again. Just don’t tell me you regretted that.” 

You gaze up at him. No, you’re not Jamie’s girlfriend. But Jamie is everything you ever wanted. And it made you feel horrible that you didn’t regret that little kiss-attack. You shake your head slowly, watching as Roy came close to you again, hovering above you, his torso pressing into you. “Please.” He says.

The gruff, broken plea in his voice makes your knees weak and you shake your head. “I can’t tell you that.” You say, clearing your throat and straightening up, your breath slightly heavy. 

“Even if I know you don’t?” He says grabbing your chin, looking into your eyes. 

Your eyes flutter closed and you breathe out. “Yes.” You hated him right now. How did he manage to get a rise out of you so quickly? You pull your face away from his grasp and push yourself off the wall. “I need to go.” You say bluntly, gathering your laptop and your bag. Roy steps back and watches you go, rushing out the door. 

You cannot believe what had just happened. You were so distracted that you run smack into someone in the carpark, their arms grabbing you and steadying you. 

“Woah, love, what’s wrong? You look like ya’ seen a ghost.” 

Jamie. Because of course it was Jamie. You can’t even look him in the eye and he moves his head to catch your gaze. “M’startin’ to worry here, darlin’, what’s wrong?” He asks again, his grip tightening a bit on you. He had a horrible sinking feeling in his stomach. Like he knew what was coming next. 

“We can’t be together.” You say bluntly. 

Jamie blinks once, then twice. “What?” 

“You deserve someone better than me.” 

Jamie still looks dumbfounded, but was becoming almost desperate to find out what you were talking about. “Please tell me what you’re talkin’ about, because I’m gettin’ a little scared.” 

“I…” you look away from him again. “I kissed Roy. Or…he kissed me.” 

Jamie winces. “Y-what?…kissed Roy?” 

“It just happened. And we can’t be together because I’m a horrible person for doing this to you.” You pull out of his grasp, but Jamie grabs you again. “Jamie, please let me go.” 

“No.” He says, simply, grabbing your chin much like Roy had done minutes before. “I’m not pleased, but this is almost like karma for how shitty I’ve been in the past.” He shakes his head when you open your mouth. “Do ya care about me?” 

“Of course I do.” You almost sob, looking at him with the most pathetic eyes he’d ever seen. 

“I know ya do, or you wouldn’t have told me right away.” He kisses your forehead. “M’not happy about it. But I can’t say I blame ya for exploring options when I haven’t even asked ya on a proper date.” 

You groan, hiding your face in the crook of his neck. “You being so understanding is making me feel worse. I know we’re not officially together or whatever the hell -“ you pause and look at him. “But I feel so, so, awful that it happened.” 

Jamie shakes his head. “Stop that. M’not going to turn my back on you. I’ve cared about ya too long to let the messy beginning of what we’re tryin’ to figure out be the end of us. Besides, I did this same thing to Roy when he was with Keeley. Sometimes you just…like who you like.” 

You stare at him. “You’re spending too much time with Ted.” 

Jamie actually throws his head back and laughs at that, rolling his eyes once before pulling you in. “Now that you’ve kissed me coach I guess we’re even. Cause I used to be with Keeley and the two of you are thick as thieves.” He really didn’t blame you for any of this, but was making a mental note to maybe punch Roy in his face later. He couldn’t say it didn’t hurt, the thought of you kissing someone else. But he wasn’t going to let anything get in the way of what he knows is meant to be. He knew that was corny, but with you he wasn’t worried about any of that. He wanted it all, the house, the love, the kids in the future. 

“I’m sorry Jamie. I really am. All I could think about was how much of an asshole I was being.” You look up at him, realizing he’s already gazing at you. 

“Be me girl. Officially.” He says. 

You blink. “I thought you weren’t ready to have a serious conversation until after the match?” 

“Don’t care about any of that anymore.” He says. “Me dad, me reputation with Man City. Don’t matter.” He mumbles into your hair. “Only you matter to me.” 

“Okay.” You whisper. 

“Okay, ya believe me? Or okay, ya wanna make this official?” 

“I want to be yours, Jamie.” You catch the smile on his face and he leans in, cradling your face. The kiss he gives you is so different from what you had experienced with Roy. This was slow, sweet, and loving. Jamie pecks your lips, once, two, three times, and when he pulls back, he runs his thumb over your bottom lip. You sigh, contentedly. 

“That’s me girl.” He whispers, holding you close. You realize that this, with Jamie, was what you wanted. He kisses along your jawline, and you can’t help yourself, you smile. “Knew I could coax that gorgeous smile outta ya.” 

Jamie was infatuated with you, and if he was being honest, completely in love with you, and had been since you had been the only one willing to speak to him when he initially came back to Richmond. 

Jamie leads you to his car, and when you both get in, he pulls you across the center console onto his lap, sliding his large palm up to cup your face as he continues to kiss you. You were breathless, tangling your hands in his hair. 

When you both finally pull away, you smile. Jamie tucks a piece of hair behind your ear, just like he did that night in the bar. “I’ve waited so long to be able t’call ya mine, love.” Jamie murmurs, your noses touching. 

You stay like that, Jamie nuzzling you in his lap, while you think about everything that had happened. But you knew that nothing made you feel better than when Jamie held you. You stroke Jamie’s hair absentmindedly. You just hoped that you weren’t truly as terrible as you still felt. 

You close your eyes, reveling in the feeling of Jamie’s presence. This was more than enough.

[mzv11]

Longing 11

Characters: Lewis Hamilton x Kamiya Dawkins

Warnings: Language & Angst

A/N: This man is so hardheaded

Previous Chapter

Kamiya laid in bed rubbing her feet together and scrolling on her phone when Veronica called. She’d much rather be snuggled up with Lewis but he had to earn that back. “I saw some pictures of you and Lewis on the red carpet but there's this video that Bruno saw this morning and…y'all are so perfect together. The way he's looking at you. Oh girl…this is shit we used to read about as teenagers reading our smut books.” Veronica laughed. “It was a very interesting night. Sat next to Cardi B…who after finding out who Lewis Hamilton is to me and why I wasn't sitting by him is TeamLH. Ended up inviting him over after I finished up with Ola. Let him eat it & then called him a car. He gave me a paddock pass for Miami, and wants me to come stay with him. And…he asked if I got the new AmEx he had me on. Said he wants to change my last name and take care of me.” Kamiya sighed. “You let him eat it and then sent him home? Damn, that's cold…but I get it. Girl, what are you going to do? You know you still love him.” Veronica asked. 

“I don't know! We cuddled first and I just miss him so damn much. It felt so good just laying in his arms with my head on his chest. That’s home.” Kam grumbled. “Well, that is still your man, whether you want to admit it or not. I'd say break it off with him but I've seen how you've been these past few months without him and it hasn't been good. Not eating, not sleeping, drinking more than normal. You’re so unhappy. I hate seeing you that way, sis.” Veronica sighed. “I do too. I miss the old me, the happy me.” Kamiya spoke, tears streaming down her cheeks. “Go to Miami. Take it slow. If he still wants you, he'll understand.” Veronica sighed. 

After crying herself back to sleep, her phone pinged. It was a text from Lewis. 

“Do you want to leave Wednesday morning or Wednesday evening?” he texted. Before she could text him back, a FaceTime call appeared on her screen. She answered but didn't turn her camera on. “I need to see you, love. I figured that if you came early that we could spend the day together before I actually have to do some work.” He spoke. Lewis had just checked into their favorite suite near the Miami circuit. It felt so empty without her with him since she was always at the US races. However, Miami was her least favorite with Austin being her favorite since it was close to home. “You must really want to see me.” She laughed. “More than I want to see the podium on Sunday.” Lewis sighed. 

“Boy, I'm not coming to Miami. But thank you for the pretty pink lanyard. There's this Vegan Jamaican Food spot down there you should try. I saw on their TikTok they have vegan moxtails…whatever the fuck that even is. Looked really good, but they have a black bean jerk burger that sounds kinda fire.” Kamiya laughed as she sent him the menu. “You really not coming?” He asked. “Why should I? I mean…honestly, Lewis. You only want me on your arm to make you look good. You want people to think that we're fine and we're so obviously not! Do you still love me? I think you do…but shit sucks for you and…my ancestors are doing their job. Ohhh sweet thing…I've always been the prize. Winning me back isn't like winning one race. You have to win the season. Drive fast…I'll be watching.” She laughed before hanging up. She sent him a pic of her sprawled across the bed in her silk robe for added motivation.

“Damn, mate…that's harsh but she's right. Winning her back is going to take time.” George Russell spoke as they sat in the Mercedes Petronas Motorhome waiting to shoot some content. “You're supposed to be on my side, George.” Lewis chuckled. “Trust me, I am. You've said yourself that your reaction to her saying that she was retiring was more about how she could be there for you and not about how you could be there for her. Think about if you were retiring.” George explained. “I try not to.” Lewis snapped, not wanting to admit that his teammate was right. “If you were the first to retire, she would support whatever you wanted to do with your time. And you know this! She wouldn’t expect you to be in the stands for every match. To suddenly stop doing what you've dedicated so much of your life towards is a big step. She needed you and you let her down. I'm totally on your side though.” George shrugged before walking away to check in with his own girlfriend. It was a repeat of last night's conversation with Toto.

Kamiya packed up the hotel room and called to have her car brought over from Valet. After a stop at one of her favorite boutiques, she drove home to Jersey City. Her little house was cozy and close to the stadium but she could move back home to Texas. As she was unloading her suitcase, her mom called. “Ola, mama. I just got home from the city.” Kamiya spoke. “How long ago did you and Lewis break up?” She asked. Kamiya hadn't said anything. “Mama…how'd you know?” Kamiya sighed. “I'm your mother. I know when something is off. He looked at you like he hadn't seen you in months. When you were in Monaco, right?” Larissa asked. She did not plan on getting clocked so hard by her mom, Kamiya burst into tears in her living room.

“He wants my retirement to be all about him. I'm supposed to follow behind him cuz all I did was kick a ball around!” Kamiya cried. “HE SAID THAT?! Oh hell nah! I'll call you back!” Larissa grumbled, hanging up before Kamiya could protest. Larissa's next call was to Lewis. He answered on the first ring. “Hello Mama L. How are you?” He smiled, it had been a while since they had spoken. “How dare you?! She’s put just as much work into her futbol career as you've put into driving that goofy looking car around in a fuckin’ squiggle! In fact…she's sacrificed her body for the love of the sport. All of the bumps, the bruises, the cuts, the concussions…her retirement is just that…HERS! The way she loves you…you would always have a proper place in whatever she decides to do! You two have been together for so long that she should never have to tell you that. She's still crying over you so she still loves you. FUCKING FIX IT LEWIS!” Larissa snarled before hanging up the phone.

“Sweetheart, do you need to come home?” Larissa spoke calmly as Kamiya answered the phone. “About that…I think I want to sell my house and come home. I don't need to be here anymore.” Kamiya sighed. “You know how much we love when you're here. Pelé misses you. So does 3 Stacks & Bun B. They like to linger around your house. They drive your brother crazy.” She laughed. Kamiya and her brother Silviano named their horses after their favorite rappers at the time. Thanks to Montell, that was UGK & Outkast. “Aww, my boys.” Kamiya smiled, she missed the ranch and her family. “Well, let me know if I have to come help you pack. I'd imagine that you're gonna sell a bunch of stuff.” Larissa asked. 

Lewis finished 6th in Miami and as much as he wanted to blame his strained situation with Kamiya, he knew that he was the problem. George, Veronica, Larissa & Toto were right, he had to fix things. As he got into the car to take him to his penthouse in Monaco, he got an alert from AmEx. Kamiya had purchased a first-class plane ticket. His heart raced, the next race was in Italy. Kamiya loved Italy. He had sent her paddock passes for the whole season, hoping that she would show up.

The chain on Kamiya’s belt clinked as she walked down the sidewalk. She opened the door and stepped inside the dimly lit restaurant. Her eyes scanned the room until she spotted a familiar face. Putting her phone on DND, she walked over to the table. “You two are mirrors. It’s cute honestly. How was your flight, dear?” the woman asked with a smile. “These cargos are from his closet. It’s so good to see you, Ms. Carmen. Your son doesn’t know I’m here. I’m sure that he’s hoping I pop up in Italy.” Kamiya smiled as she hugged his mother. “He definitely is. How is retirement?” Carmen asked. “It’s been a little rough, all things considered. But I’ve got some stuff coming up that I’m pretty excited about.” Kamiya smiled. “Is one of those things another grandchild?” Carmen asked, a slight worry painting her eyes. “Oh hell no! Since that scare in 2020, we’ve been very careful. Very career-driven but very careful.” Kamiya sighed. “Good. Enjoy retirement and then worry about babies. Maybe that’ll give him time to get his shit together. Lewis has these moments where he acts so much like his father. He’s my baby boy and I love him to death but there’s a reason I’m not still married to Anthony.” she laughed. A waitress came over and sat two espresso martinis in front of them before walking away. Kamiya pulled out her phone and opened Instagram. “Oh you little terrorist…I love it!”

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[mzv11]

Longing 4

Characters: Lewis Hamilton x Kamiya Dawkins

Warnings: Smut & Language

A/N: 3 years later & Lewis is still HEAVY in his Loverboy Era

Previous Chapter

July 2019, Paris France

Kamiya was just happy to make the team after tearing her Achilles and fighting her way back to the team as a reserve. She didn’t think that she’d actually see the pitch but when her number was called, she was ready to score the winning goal in stoppage time. “You saved our ass, Old Timer.” One of her rookies smiled as they hugged. Red, white & blue confetti fell from the sky as the field swarmed with the families of the team. Kamiya’s parents were in the crowd and making their way down to the pitch to celebrate. “I’m so damn proud of you, Kam.” Lewis smiled as he wrapped his arms around her, she sobbed loudly in his arms. He knew how hard her road back had been.

On this patch of grass, he was Kamiya Dawkin’s loving & doting partner of 3 years and he couldn’t be happier. Whenever he had a race and she had a match, he wore one of her jerseys to the paddock, it had become tradition. He even had her high school and college jerseys. She could usually be found leaving the arena in a Mercedes team shirt or the latest +44 merch. “I didn’t think you’d be able to come.” She smiled as she kissed his lips. “You talk like England is far away. And I wouldn’t miss this final for the world. We’d either be celebrating or I’d be cheering you up.” He smiled as her parents found them. 

“When do you have to fly back home?” Lewis asked as they stood outside the locker room. “In the morning. There’s a parade planned and a bunch of media back at headquarters. But I’ll be back for Silverstone cuz I wouldn’t miss that. I might miss Q1, though. That ok?” She asked. “It’s fine. We have coordinating outfits for the weekend.” He smiled. “We do?! Is it Tommy? Is it Dior?” Kamiya asked, anxiously bouncing around. He wasn’t great at picking clothes for her but his stylist was. She knew Kamiya’s body style and Lewis knew what she liked with colors and textures, they always had her looking amazing when she showed up to races. “You’ll just have to show up and see. We have to head out in the morning too. Meet you in the hotel lobby at 6?” He smiled as he kissed her nose. “You look so cute in my jersey. I wanna put you in my pocket and peek in at you from time to time.” She giggled. “As long as you give me snacks.” He laughed. “I love you, baby.” She smiled as she wiggled out of his embrace. “I love you too. And I’m so proud of you. Call me later.” He smiled as he walked off.

A few days later

“You look sexy as hell. How am I supposed to focus on the race when I know you’re in the garage looking like this?” Lewis growled as he watched a half dressed Kamiya finish her makeup. “I still have curlers in my hair and I’m half dressed!” She laughed. “Ok…and? Come here.” He growled lowly. He pulled her over to the chair he was sitting on. “I hate to mess up your makeup but…it’s race day. Need a fast car.” He laughed as he gestured to the pillow on the floor between his legs. “You want head, now? The car will be here in like 30 minutes and I’m not done getting dressed.” She grumbled. “All you have to put on is the shirt. I do think you should wear the pants instead of the skirt.” He smiled. “My parents are down the hall getting ready! The last thing they need to hear is their child giving her man the gawk gawk 8000!” She laughed. “You’re grown and this is your house.” He smiled. “This is your house, baby.” Kamiya giggled. He was trying to talk her into it but she was already on her knees between his thighs. “We’ve been together for what? 3 years? You have way more than a drawer here. You have a side of the bed that I don’t sleep on! The dogs don’t even sleep there when you’re gone. You have a favorite takeaway spot! This is your home too!” He laughed, his hand cupping her chin.

Kamiya unzipped pants and wrapped her hand around his veiny shaft. “This is going to weigh the car down! Jesus, Lewis.” She laughed. “You haven’t been here and I can’t get where I need to be anymore on my own…I need you to do it.” He pouted. “I explicitly remember telling you in Brazil that I would change your life. Make you a whole new man. I talk a lot of shit but I always back it up. Don’t I?” Kamiya growled, her eyes never leaving his as her hand stroked him. He bit his lower lip and nodded. “Use your words, mi amor.” She commanded. “Yes! Holy fuck.” He whined. “Good boy. Now, imagine the things I’ll do to you when you win. You’ll get more than the back of my throat.” Kamiya moaned before she wrapped her lips around his tip. Lewis clenched the arms of the chair as he struggled to keep quiet. Kamiya’s hands continued stroking him, easing him deeper into her warm mouth until his precum dripped down her throat. His hips moved against her as his climax tightened in his core. “I’m cumming.” He moaned hoarsely. Her eyes met his and she winked to let him know that he could. He muffled a moan as his cum filled her throat. A floaty euphoria washed over Lewis as he relaxed under her touch.

“Shit like that is why I give you the world. I feel so much better. Thank you, my love.” He laughed as he pulled her into the bathroom to get cleaned up. “Do you need me to do something special for you? A little licky licky? Maybe 2 fingers?” He winked as he watched Kamiya reapply her lipstick. “Win and I’ll put it on your face…but only if you win. Get 2nd and you get 10 minutes of sloppy kissing and missionary. Place 3rd and it’s 5 minutes of missionary, no kissing.” She laughed as she shimmied out of the skirt and grabbed pants similar to his. He nodded his approval as he pulled the jumbo rollers from her hair. “I think I better win then.” Lewis laughed as Kamiya fine tuned her hair. “I think you should too.” she laughed as she buttoned her shirt. “We look good!” Lewis smiled as Kamiya stepped into her chunky Chelsea boots. “You think?” she laughed.

Just as Kamiya predicted, Lewis won. He always won at Silverstone. “What else do you see in my future? Do I win the Driver’s Championship this year?” Lewis laughed as he hugged Kamiya after leaving the podium. “I predict that you’ll win every year. Doesn’t always come true but I believe in my man. He can do anything.” She smiled as she kissed his lips. He had won the past 2 Driver’s Championship and was on pace to win his third in a row. “Wanna hit the showers with me? I know you feel The Hammer.” He whispered, cameras were always watching. “You wish! Don’t keep me waiting. I’m so proud of you, baby.” She smiled, kissing him deeply and walking off. She left him breathless and lovestruck. Cameras did catch that. Kamiya was known as the woman who tamed Formula 1’s Playboy. Lewis often credited her as the iron that sharpened him. She couldn’t be the only one winning trophies.

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After dinner with their families, Lewis and Kamiya were finally alone. “Now, I recall a certain someone saying that if I won that they would do unthinkable things to me.” Lewis smiled. “I did say that. But…I think we should wait until tomorrow morning after my parents leave and you can be as vocal as you’d like. Or does that not work for you?” She asked as they both got undressed. “I love you and your freaky little mind. As a consolation prize, bounce on it for a few minutes?” He laughed. “After I take this makeup off, I’ll take good care of you Daddy.” She smiled as she went to wash her face. When she emerged from the bathroom 5 minutes later, Lewis was asleep. “Aww, my baby.” She sighed. Kamiya crawled into bed and turned off the lamp. As she settled in, Lewis pulled her close and buried his face into her neck and went back to sleep. 

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[mzv11]

Longing: The Finale Part 2

Characters: Lewis Hamilton x Kamiya Hamilton

Warnings: Language, Smut & Fluff

A/N: I'm gonna miss these two. Shout out to my bestie for the fire renders of them in their wedding gear. Thank you all so much for reading 🫶🏾🫶🏾🫶🏾

Finale: Part 1

Maranello, Italy

Lewis’s eyes found Kamiya lurking behind the camera. Her larger than life curls had been tamed into a sleek & elegant bun with dazzling gold hairpins pinning her bangs back. “Look this way, my love.” Kamiya spoke, her hand leading his eyes to where she wanted. She winked and he smiled slightly, perfectly. “Thank you Lewis. Ms. Dawkins, please step in front of the f40.” The photographer spoke in his thick Italian accent. “No, this is his moment.” Kamiya smiled. “You are part of the Ferrari family too.” The man smiled. Lewis grabbed Kamiya’s hand and pulled her close to him. “Why not let everyone see how stunning you look, Mrs. Hamilton?” Lewis growled playfully against her ear. 

His wedding ring casually graced his left ring finger. He had been wearing it on his right ring finger since that rainy day in New York where he said yes to forever with her. Only their families and their closest friends knew, the rest of the world would find out a whole year later. Lewis wrapped his arm around her waist, his free hand holding hers against the crisp black lapel of his suit. A soft smile tugged at his lips as his forehead rested against hers. “Aww, bellisima! Grazie.” The photographer beamed as he snapped a few shots. They had been photographed together enough to know exactly when to move. “Lady Hamilton, this dress fits you like a glove. I may have to have words with your tailor because…wow.” Lewis smiled. “So this is your dream car, huh? Is this the one they used in Miami Vice?” She smiled. “No, my love. It was a Ferrari but that was a Testarossa. Great eye.” Lewis smiled, breaking protocol to kiss her lips. The blast of shutter clicks was immediate. “I'm gonna go so you can finish your photoshoot.” Kamiya smiled as she pulled away and left the frame.

Kamiya found herself walking around in the garden filled with every beautiful red flower they could find to grow in this part of Italy. “You should be wearing red too, you'd blend right in with the beauty of the space.” An accented voice laughed. “Flattery won't get you anywhere with me, Fred.” Kamiya laughed as the Team Principal Fred Vasseur approached her. “It was worth a try. Is he still off taking pictures?” The man asked. “Yes, 15 minutes has turned into 35.” She laughed. “He'll catch up.” Fred smiled as he hooked his arm in Kamiya’s and walked with her to the private reception area where a welcome lunch was being prepared.

Budapest, Hungary

August 2025

“Can we please just get the fuck out of here?” Kamiya grumbled. “I have to do 2 days at Maranello before I can focus fully on the wedding.” Lewis sighed as he slumped down into the backseat of the maroon Purosangue they were riding in. Lewis’s first season at Ferrari was anything but smooth. He hated the car, Kamiya hated the talk that he had lost it and needed to retire. “I hate that place. It’s stealing the joy from your eyes and I don’t like that.” she grumbled, his head resting on her shoulder. “I miss him so much.” Lewis sighed, his fingertips circling the tattooed pawprint on Kamiya’s wrist with the words “Roscoe Forever” around it. “I do too, our sweet baby.” she sighed sadly. “Pele misses him too.” Lewis sighed, just wanting to get home to their other fur son. “He’s started laying on me…anytime I’m on the couch.” Lewis grumbled. “He’s soothing you. He did it whenever I got injured. He did it when I lost the baby. And when we broke up. When I sat and watched the team take the pitch without me for the first time in years. He’s an empathic dog.” Kamiya laughed. “I know the plan was to have them both at the altar with us. Then when we lost Roscoe, we changed our minds. But I think I’d like to see Pele walking with you. He’s such a huge part of our story.” Lewis sighed. “I think he should walk down the aisle before me. We’ll figure something out. Rest your eyes, my love.” Kamiya sighed as they completed the ride to the airport.

Lake Como, Italy

“Do you think Toto and Susie are coming?” Kamiya asked as they sat together overlooking the lake. “Yes, Toto said that they wouldn't miss it. They may fly in that morning, along with George and Carmen and maybe Bono and his wife.” Lewis smiled as he sipped his mint tea. “I miss them. I mean…don't get me wrong, I love Fred but Mercedes is family. I know you invited Ricky but I want to drown him in the fuckin’ lake! Don't even get me started on Charles. I don't know if I like him yet.” Kamiya grumbled. “Charles isn't that bad. A little pretentious but he’s the Ferrari Golden Boy, I kinda get it. I was that but in a Mercedes when we met.” Lewis laughed. “You would know better than I would. I dunno, I feel out of place with the other WAGs.” Kamiya shrugged. “You’re different…special. I don’t want to say better but…superior in every way imaginable. You aren’t seeking the spotlight or trying to be any type of influencer like the rest of them. You’re just…Kam.” he smiled, planting a kiss on her hand. “I got my notoriety out of the mud on my own. My man never helped me achieve anything in my field. I'm self made.” Kamiya laughed. “Damn right!” He smiled. “How shall we spend our anniversary before we get bombarded with wedding stuff?” she asked, their first guests: Bruno & Veronica due to arrive in the evening. “Well…we did just eat this massive breakfast and we have custom clothing to fit into in a few days.” he hinted. “So…horizontal cardio? We need to walk around a bit first.” Kamiya smiled, grabbing his hand and leading him away from the balcony. The walk around where their wedding would be taking place in a few days ended faster than Kamiya planned.

“We can just walk back to the room, mi amor.” Lewis growled, his lips kissing her hand. “I can't wait for you to see this addition to the ring. It's so sick babe.” Lewis smiled. “I'm excited. And I can't wait until all this is over. Pretending like we aren't already married has been exhausting.” Kamiya sighed. “I know. I want to shout it from the mountaintops!” Lewis groaned. Kamiya tapped her keycard to take them back into their suite. “And in a few days…you can go to the top of the Dolomites and proclaim your love for me.” she laughed. “As you wish, my Queen. Ooh, let’s have a movie day. We can order some snacks to the room, maybe some pineapple…I need you…sweeter than you already are.” he growled, his lips kissing hers as they fell into the plush couch. 

“Why are you still so insatiable?” Kamiya growled as his hands smoothed across her skin under her top. “I've tried many drugs but you’re my favorite.” Lewis growled, his lips finding the special spot on her neck that made her shiver. “I'm your favorite drug? You already have me, love. No need to keep sweet talking me.” Kamiya giggled as her hands held him close. “I'll always sweet talk you. And I'll always flirt with you.” he smiled, his fingertips brushing across her nipples until she moaned out. “Take your clothes off.” he commanded softly. Kamiya obliged and removed her clothes and laid back on the couch. 

“Damn, you're beautiful. And all mine.” Lewis growled before he removed all of his clothing too. His thick length rested between his thighs as he took a hardened nipple into his mouth. He sucked softly until a whimper fell from her lips. “Think they'll charge us extra to clean the couch?” He laughed as he repeated the ritual on her other nipple. “I'm sure of it. Fuckkk. That feels incredible, baby.” Kamiya moaned as she felt an orgasm churning to life in her belly. “Your husband knows what you like.” Lewis smiled as he pushed her thighs apart. Kamiya’s eyes rolled back as he pushed into her slowly until their hips met. Her bottom lip tugged between her teeth. “I love you.” She breathed as her body settled around him. “I know, love. I know.” He breathed as his hips started to roll against hers.

Kamiya shifted her hips, allowing him to slide in a bit deeper. His eyes watched her slowly come undone. She reached up and pulled the neat bun from his fresh twists, she adored when he wasn't so polished and refined. “There’s my baby. So pretty.” She smiled until his thick tip slammed into her deepest spot. Kamiya’s mouth dropped open in a mix of shock and pure ecstasy, her eyes rolled back. “Eyes on me, darling. You're almost there.” Lewis growled, his own ending rising to the surface. The echoes of their bodies colliding rolled around the suite as seconds of bliss felt like hours. 90 minutes or 305 kilometers flew by but their time together moved slowly yet never seemed like enough.

Kamiya pulled his lips to hers, kissing him hungrily. “My wife is pure perfection.” Lewis smiled as his big ending erupted from him. “Sweet talking me while stuffing me like a Twinkie? Sir Lewis, what are you up to?” she giggled as her orgasm tingled in her core. “Feeding your praise kink, my love. You deserve to be worshipped just like this.” He moaned out, his hips finding a new rhythm. It was perfect and seconds passed before her body began to grip around him. “Give it to me…please.” he whimpered as he got lost in the experience of her body. Kamiya’s body vibrated as her orgasm consumed her. His name rolling from her lips pulled Lewis further into his happy place. Lewis kept stroking her through her aftershocks until her hands pushed at his hips. “Don’t run from me.” he cooed, his thumb brushing softly across her clit until she started to squirt. “My favorite part.” he laughed, kissing her lips as she came down. “I can't believe that we've been married for almost a year.”

“When we said ‘I do’ a year ago,” Kamiya spoke, a chorus of surprised gasps rolling across the garden. “I never realized how organic it would feel. We've accomplished so much on our own but taking on the world as husband and wife has been my favorite part. It hasn't always been roses but the thorns are something we've always tackled together and you know I love a good tackle.” The crowd laughed, Lewis smiled. “Not that I needed you to complete me but I'm glad that our paths crossed on the beach. I love you until the end of time.” Kamiya smiled, tears in her eyes.

“Let me start by saying, God Bless Texas.” Lewis winked, Kamiya laughed. “Kamiya, I knew from the moment we met that you were my forever. I'm the best version of myself when I'm with you. I hope that I continue to be worthy of you, darling. One year down, forever to go. Obviously, my lovely wife has a way better way with words than I do, but you all get the point. Happy Anniversary Kamiya. I love you.” Lewis smiled. “I now pronounce you…man kiss your wife!”

“Pele, you have to stay on shore, buddy.” Lewis smiled as the photographer snapped pictures. The dog pouted up at Kamiya. “Who’s my handsome boy?!” She giggled to the excited Rottweiler as he scampered around her dress. At Lewis’s request, the photographer got some great shots of Kamiya and her loyal companion. Lewis wanted to make sure that she had as many printed memories of Pele that he had of Roscoe. “Go see Dad. He's got treats for you. I'll be back. Be good.” She commanded. The dog nodded and walked off in a bowtie that matched Lewis’s jacket. “You ready to be on the cover of Vogue, my love?” Lewis smiled as he helped Kamiya down into the boat.

“I'm nervous. It's not often that I share the spotlight with an actual model.” She teased. “You've been on the cover of The Sports Illustrated swimsuit issue! I bought every copy I could find! I also love your Women's Health spreads too. I'm actually a huge fan of your work.” Lewis smiled as they settled onto the seat. “No, you are an obsessed fan. You have it framed and autographed in every home you own! You have the pullout poster framed as art in your master bathroom.” Kamiya teased as the luxury boat pulled away from the dock. “You have an autographed picture in our bedroom in Texas!” Lewis laughed. “That’s different! I took the picture, developed and printed it myself! And…Theee Lewis Hamilton in a cowboy hat, shirtless on a horse in Texas? I was living the dream. I am living the dream…with my dream guy.” Kamiya smiled.

“Kamiya, look this way.” The photographer spoke. As she looked at the camera, Lewis looked at her, his eyes filled with adoration. “You're divine, a vision. My angel. My dream. The things I'll do to you once I get you alone.” Lewis growled, his face tucked perfectly into her neck. “That’s it. The perfect shot.”

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[mzv11]

Longing 19

Characters: Lewis Hamilton x Kamiya Dawkins

Warnings: Language & Fluff

A/N: It's almost wedding time.

Previous Chapter

“Damn, am I going to have to get a K1 visa?” Lewis asked as he got into the front seat of Bruno’s truck. “I’m not sure. You're very rich though, you can probably just pay for it.” Bruno laughed. “No, no. I wanna do it right. Cuz we're totally using our women to get green cards.” Lewis rolled his eyes but laughed. He was headed to the airport when he talked to Kamiya, not to dinner with the team. He wanted to be with her as soon as possible. “Thanks again for coming to get me. Where are our lovely fiancées?” He asked. “Shopping for the wedding night.” Bruno smiled. “You should probably get something for the wedding night too. Veronica shouldn't be the only one making the effort. I mean…she is the prize.” Lewis laughed. “The prize? Hermano, I don't know what you mean.” Bruno asked. “The woman is always the hypothetical prize. As men, we should be looking good for them all the time. Like birds in the Amazon.” Lewis laughed. Bruno thought of how the most colorful birds in the rainforest were always the males.

“And you’re going to be MIA for 2 days since your man is coming?” Veronica teased as she shimmied into another swimsuit. “Yes. But text me if you need me. He’s got some missed time he’s gotta make up for. And I’ve been absolutely feral for the past 6 months. Usually, I can release my pent up aggression on the pitch but now I don’t have that outlet and my man is a continent away, I fuckin’ hate it! I hear his voice and I'm throbbing. I see his face and I’m wet! And he always wants to goddamn Facetime me!” Kamiya grumbled as she tried on a swimsuit too. “You’re gonna be pregnant by the wedding.” Veronica teased. “Don’t you put that evil on me, Ricky Bobby!” Kamiya laughed. 

“I'd like to stop and get her some roses.” Lewis spoke as he watched the city pass by outside the windows. “You’ve got it so bad, man.” Bruno teased. “Nah, you’re just as bad about Veronica! I saw the look in your eyes the night we all met. She’s had you since then.” Lewis laughed. “Hermano…you restructured your whole trip to run up behind Kamiya. You came from Europe to Brazil and fell for a girl from Texas. She had you all over the favela! Thiago put out a warning to leave y'all alone. You didn’t hesitate to uproot yourself during Covid to come to see her. When y’all were broken up, the media was on your neck! You apologized to her on live television!” Bruno laughed. “I had to. The disrespect was loud, the apology had to be louder. I would’ve stepped away to be a soccer husband had she asked. Man, I love that woman real bad!” Lewis sighed, he had accepted this fate long ago. Kamiya was his person, his soulmate. He pulled out his phone and sent Kamiya a text. “I have such an intense longing for you, Queen.”

Kamiya’s phone pinged as she stood in line with Veronica. A smile formed on her face as she read his message. “Oh god. Tell Lewis that he will get his time with you, but it’s my time with you now.” Roni teased. “Oh baby…you are down so bad!” Kamiya texted back. “You got bedroom attire for the Honeymoon? Cuz that's important too. Gotta have something cute to get cracked in as Mrs. Bruno Silva.” Kamiya teased. “Lingerie isn't really my thing.” Roni shrugged. “I didn't mean something lacy. That shit's a waste of money. Just something you feel cute in. I used to buy shit like that but Lewis is obsessed with the simple little shorts and tank sets I get from Amazon. I'll send you the link. Like…my first project of my crafting era was putting ‘44 Hamilton’ on this tank and ‘44’ and an outline of his hand on the shorts. A man in love the way Bruno is…ain’t hard to drop his jaw.” Kamiya laughed. 

“Let me pack my stuff and get the hell out of dodge before Lewis comes!” Roni teased. “Oh shut up! The amount of times I wouldn't hear from you when Bruno came to visit! Or when we'd go to Brazil and I'd almost have to send Thiago's troops out looking for you.” Kami laughed. “Bruno learned real quick to check in with big cousin. I will forever be grateful to Thiago for helping Bruno get here. He did his big one.” Veronica laughed. “Yeah, he's a goon of the people. But you…família.” Kamiya laughed, hugging her best friend. 

“She's gonna freak out when she sees you…in a good way of course.” Bruno teased as they pulled up in front of Kamiya’s house. “She's gonna be mad that I didn't bring Roscoe. His handler is bringing him over after the wedding. Kam doesn't know and she's not gonna know, right Bruno?” Lewis nodded. “My lips are sealed.” Bruno laughed as they both got out of the truck with flowers for their women. Lewis hoped that his door code still worked since Kamiya was moving. The lock clicked open with a soft chime and Lewis could hear his Spotify Summer Mix playing from the speakers. Veronica turned the corner and gasped loudly. “Shh.” Lewis laughed. She waved and made a beeline to Bruno, covering his face in kisses.

Kamiya’s hips swayed to the music as she taped another box closed and took a sip of her drink. The faint smell of his signature Dior scent hit her nose, causing her to stop in her tracks. It was woodsy with a hint of floral on the back end. She turned slowly to see Lewis standing in the doorway with a bouquet of roses. “Hey sexy lady.” He smiled. “Sir Lewis…you really are a sight for sore eyes. Look how cute my man is!” She smiled, throwing her arms around his neck. “I couldn't wait to see you…so I skipped the team dinner. Toto said I could…as long as I paid the bill.” He laughed. “So Big Daddy did what bosses do and paid for dinner? Just for me?” She smiled. “Anything for my Queen.” He smiled, kissing her lips hungrily. His hands traveled down her sides until he picked her up, her legs wrapping around his waist as the kiss deepened. “I need you.” She whispered between breaths. The feeling was mutual. “Get a room, you two!” Bruno teased from the hallway. “Are we not in a room?” Kamiya laughed, wiggling her way out of Lewis’s grasp. The pout on his face was immediate.

“Let’s go to lunch, we have some wedding details to discuss and then we’ll leave you to your horizontal activities. Don’t be doing too much, she needs to be able to walk in heels on Saturday.” Veronica teased. “Copy.” Lewis smiled. Kamiya grabbed the flowers and went to put them in a vase. “You all nervous?” Lewis asked. “A little. I’m just ready for the ceremony to be over. Shit is stressful. And to think, I have to turn around and help Kam plan her wedding. That’s gonna be less stress cuz y’all have a wedding planner. So I’m just tagging along for the ride and the free samples.” Roni beamed. She was ecstatic for her best friend. “The wedding planners are getting on babe's damn nerves already. We want simple elegance. And they are having some”...“Struggles bringing our vision to life. I don’t need or want models posing as Italian marble statues. We don’t need ice sculptures or topiaries of me in my kit & him in his race suit. Babe, did you see the email about Cirque du Soleil for the reception?” Kamiya asked, Lewis rolled his eyes. “Yeah, I saw that. I got Cirque du Soleil at home.” Lewis teased. “That was that one time we got drunk in Shibuya and went to that love motel. Damn, can’t take you to Japan no more…you get too freaky then wanna act like it's just me.” Kamiya laughed. “Why have I not heard about this? A love motel?” Roni asked. “It’s exactly what it sounds like. It was a circus theme. There was a top hat and a swing involved and a killer hangover.” Lewis groaned.

“You got this place pretty packed up, Kam. It’s crazy.” Bruno looked around at the sea of boxes. “Yeah, got a Pod getting dropped off Wednesday and hired some movers to come in Monday to load everything up. Got a few folk coming by to check out the furniture. Y’all see something you want, let me know.” she smiled. She had the papers drawn up and two sets of keys wrapped in a box for them. “Still don’t know what the big rush is.” Veronica shrugged. “Cuz she’s going back to Europe with me in 3 weeks. Then we’ll be back for Christmas obviously. Not sure if we’re doing Texas or Colorado. Kinda wanna see some snow.” Lewis smiled. “Either way, y’all are invited but I know how you love Christmas in the city.” Kamiya smiled, struggling to hide that they’d be spending their first Christmas in their new house. “Can we go eat? I’m starving.” Lewis grumbled, Bruno nodded in agreement. “How is he always so hungry? He’s tiny.” Bruno laughed. “I have a high metabolism, but I can’t eat huge meals every day. So today, maybe Wednesday or Thursday, and then Saturday. The rest of the time, it’s salads and smoothies.” Lewis pouted. “It all goes to his ass & thighs.” Kamiya teased as she locked the door behind them.

“What are the wedding colors? Will there be wedding colors?” Veronica asked as the waitress left with their drink orders. “Black, white & purple. Simple, yet elegant.” Lewis smiled. “I have ideas for my gown. And for his tux.” Kamiya smiled. “You do? Why am I just now hearing about this?” Lewis asked as he twirled one of Kamiya’s braids around his finger. “It’s a recent development. I will show you the render later.” she shrugged. Lunch was filled with last minute details that required both Lewis & Kamiya. Veronica & Bruno also wanted to hear about the ever-evolving drama that was the F1 grid. “So, we started watching Drive to Survive. It’s crazy. Fuck that Christian Horner guy. He seems like an asshole.” Bruno laughed. “Yeah, he’s out of F1 currently. I hope it stays that way. He’s way worse than the cameras portray him.” Lewis shrugged, stealing a fry from Kamiya’s plate. 

“Where are the Hamiltons thinking about for their honeymoon? Wanna make sure we don’t steal the idea.” Veronica laughed. “He wants to go to South Africa or India.” Kamiya shrugged. “And where does the future Mrs. Hamilton want to go?” Bruno asked. “She wants to go to Bali or Kenya.” Lewis smiled. “Why not both? Two honeymoons?” Veronica asked. “You think I'm made of money?” Lewis laughed. “Yes!” Everyone said in unison. “I mean…I am but I don't have endless off time.” He sighed, his head resting on Kamiya’s shoulder. “We don't have to decide now, my love.” Kamiya sighed, her hand gently stroking his cheek. “Aww! Look how cute.” Roni giggled, snapping a quick pic. 

“I will…I'll text you.” Kamiya smiled as she watched Lewis grab his bags from Bruno’s truck. “Mmmm hmm. You gone be too busy bouncing on it. Don't forget, the rehearsal dinner is Friday at 6.” Veronica teased. “I promise I'll text you. And yes…I plan on bouncing on it. Girl, how is that little man both adorable and sexy as fuck? Pray for me!” Kamiya sighed as he walked towards her. “Oh lord. Hopefully we don't hear you all the way in the city! Y'all can be…very vocal. I support it. Let him put you through the mattress!” Roni teased. Lewis kissed Kamiya’s cheek as he walked past. “Folding you in half and stuffing you like a fuckin cannoli!” He whispered as he walked back by with Veronica's bags. “Promise?” She's called out after him. He gave her a thumbs up. Kamiya giggled. “I bet he said something nasty.” Roni teased. “Maaaybeee. Girl…go home! Your man looking up here like he wants to devour you in front of us. Go bust a few nuts and we'll tap in later. Love you sister.” Kamiya smiled as she hugged her best friend. Kamiya waved at Bruno, Veronica hugged Lewis as they passed each other. 

“I've missed being this close to you. And the way that my heart flutters when you touch me? It never gets old. No place on Earth I’d rather be.” Lewis smiled as he pushed Kamiya down to the couch. He laid down on top of her, his head resting between her breasts, his hands gripping her waist softly. A relaxed sigh oozed from Lewis’s lips. “You big baby.” She laughed, her hand tangling in his twists. “But I'm your big baby!” he growled as he nodded off. 

A few hours later, Kamiya felt Lewis’s fingers tapping a beat out on her arm before she heard him humming. “Is that new music, Sir Lewis?” She smiled. “Maybe. Would you want me to sing for you at our wedding?” He asked, his head lifting to catch her gaze. “Sir, you’re going to be too speechless to sing!” Kamiya laughed as he straddled her lap. “Oh really? I like the sound of that. I know that you're going to be a goddess like you always are. You drop my jaw without even trying, darling.” Lewis smiled, kissing her lips before getting snuggled up behind her. “You know we can just go to bed and cuddle. We'd have plenty of space.” Kamiya suggested as she turned to face him. “Can we stay here? It reminds me of us in a hammock on vacation in Grenada. With news of the move to Ferrari going live next week, I need you and the peace that you've always brought me.” He sighed. “I bring you hell too.” 

“Like only you can. I should've married you ages ago. Part of me was ready after Brazil. I thought I was just pussy whipped and going home to prepare for the season would make things better. Nope! Do you know how nervous I was the first time you came to see me race?” He asked. “You drove so well. You always do on that track. It’s your home race.” She smiled. Kamiya remembered everything about that race at Silverstone. “I threw up while you were walking through the paddock. Toto had to calm me down.” Lewis smiled. “Really? Wow. Not nerves of steel Lewis Hamilton?” Kamiya teased. “Oh, baby I was a mess. How many times do I have to keep telling you that you were unlike any woman I had ever been with? It was scary how you affected me physically. You still do.” he smiled, kissing her lips softly. “Don’t glaze me, babe. I don’t still have you feeling butterflies and shit. It’s been 8 years.” Kamiya rolled her eyes. “You do! At the Met…I couldn’t take my eyes off you and everyone noticed. I got called out on it so many times by people who didn’t even know me. I hope to always feel that way when I look at you. I can’t wait to be your husband.” he sighed. “Ok…so I know we’ve got this extravagant wedding planned with this amazing venue but…” “Let’s find out how we can get married sooner and still do the wedding over summer break? I like the way you think, Mrs. Hamilton.”

Finale: Part 1

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[mzv11]

Longing 5

Characters: Lewis Hamilton x Kamiya Dawkins

Warnings: Language & Fluff

A/N: Not even a global pandemic can keep them apart.

Previous Chapter

April 2020

“Monty, is everything ok? I haven’t talked to Kamiya in a few days. I’m starting to worry.” Lewis sighed as he talked with Kamiya’s father. “LH, how fast can you get here? She had to have emergency surgery. She’s out and in recovery but they’re only letting one person in to visit.” Monty sighed as he sat outside the hospital in his car. “Surgery? What the hell happened?” Lewis sighed, immediately seeing how fast he could get to Texas. “She was complaining about sharp pain in her stomach so we took her to the ER. Her appendix was about to burst.” Monty said. “Oh my god. Ok, I’ll be there in the morning. Monty, she’s calling me. I’ll call you back.” Lewis spoke before hanging up and picking up her call.

“Baby, are you ok? Dad just called and told me.” Lewis spoke frantically. “I was pregnant on top of my appendix bursting.” She sighed. He hated how tired she sounded. “Was?” He asked. “It was stuck outside my uterus. I think that’s what started this whole mess.” She yawned. “I’m so sorry baby. You must’ve been so scared.” Lewis sighed. “I want to go home. I hate hospitals.” She laughed weakly. “We’ll be in Texas in the morning.” He smiled. “We?” She asked. “I can’t leave Roscoe. He’s taking Coco’s death really hard. I know being on the ranch might do him some good. And he misses you. You should see his little sad face, babe.” Lewis laughed. “I feel like I’ve failed you baby. I know how badly you want to be a dad.” She cried softly. “As much as we talk about divine timing & trusting the process, I know it’s not happening because it’s not time. Don’t ever feel like you’ve failed me. The way I love you is hazardous to my fuckin’ health. I breathe you. I adore you. Você é meu mundo.” Lewis smiled. Over the years, he had picked up a few Portuguese phrases because he went with Kamiya every year for Carnaval. He still couldn't samba for shit but he tried.

“Papi, I can’t wait to wrap my arms around you.” Kamiya sighed. Crawling into his lap was all she could think about, nothing would make her feel better. “I’m packing now. Anything special you want me to bring? Other than your little meatball?” He asked. “I’m gonna make him carrot bacon! Me and Dad found a recipe that’s really good.” She laughed. “He is spoiled enough! Now he gets special treats. What do I get?” Lewis asked. “You get me.” She laughed. “I mean…what more could a man ask for?! You’re one of the best things that ever happened to me, you know that? I got a baddie with a killer left foot and a fat ass and she’s crazy about me…that’s all I need in this life.” Lewis laughed. “I just be out there trying to impress this cutie I met in Rio that sometimes comes to my matches. He’s soo fine!” Kamiya laughed. 

Lewis was more upset that Kamiya was in pain than he was about her losing a baby they didn’t even know about. Thanks to Google, he worried himself about the side effects of ectopic pregnancies until he fell asleep. Kamiya only wanted to play soccer until her current contracts expired before retiring and pursuing other ventures. This global pandemic only made her contracts that much longer. As much as Lewis wanted one of those ventures to be motherhood, he wanted to be by her side for that adventure and he wasn’t quite ready to retire.

“Does this mean that I’ll struggle to get pregnant?” Kamiya asked her doctor. “Kam, I’m going to be honest with you. At your age, there’s always the possibility of struggling. As far as the little clump of cells that was removed, it was stuck where the uterus and fallopian tubes meet. We’ll do some more tests in a few weeks once you’ve healed some more. Your priority right now is recovering from this emergency surgery. We will cross other bridges when we get to them. Your surgeon is going to come in and set up a follow up appointment. Are your parents going to take you home?” Dr. Avalon Bell asked. “Yes, mama is coming up to help me finish getting ready. Dad’s gonna drive us home and my man is coming too.” Kamaiya smiled. “Oh goodness. Your man, your speedy lil sweet potato? That’ll be good for you. Obviously there’s one thing y’all can’t do for a while. Not even butt stuff. The surgeon will tell you for how long you need to abstain.” She smiled, Kamiya pouted. “Girl…that man would wait for however long you need. He looks at you the way none of my husbands have looked at me. I guess he could probably put his mouth on it…no reciprocals though.” The woman laughed. 

There was a knock on the door, Kamiya’s mother poked her head in. “Bom dia, mama.” Kamiya smiled. “Bom dia. Avalon Bell…I didn’t know you were on rotation here.” Larissa smiled. Dr. Avalon Bell played soccer with Kamiya from grade school up until college. Avalon always wanted to be a doctor, Kamiya wanted to eventually help her father and brothers run the ranch…both girls achieved their goals. “With this whole pandemic situation, it’s all hands on every deck. Women are still having women emergencies and we can’t let them go untreated. I’m glad that she came in when she did. She could’ve lost a fallopian tube. Now she can give you lots of grandbabies.” Avalon teased. “Kamiya & Lewis with kids? Yeah right. They’re too busy with their careers.” Larissa laughed. “Damn, mommy. I do want to have his babies but…I wanna be done with soccer when I do. We both travel so much that it’ll be hard.” Kamiya laughed as she started to get dressed. “Whenever I do deliver their baby…it’s gonna be soo cutie! I have to go but I’ll be by the house to check on you in a few days. Get her home to her Boo.” Avalon smiled as she left the room.

“So, now you want to have babies?” Larissa teased. “I didn’t until I met him. I truly believe that he is my person. He loves me even when I don’t love myself or feel worthy of his love, he nurtures me, he encourages me, he protects me, he sees me mama…all of me, even the dark parts. That kind of love and safety makes me wanna have his babies.” Kamiya sighed. Larissa and Monty loved how their daughter thrived in her relationship with Lewis. “I know, Kamiya. Seeing you together reminds me of me and your father. You’re so good together. Now if only your brothers would find their person…we just want you all to be cared for and loved. You being the baby and the only girl…glad it’s you first.” Larissa smiled.

Lewis scrambled around Kamiya’s house as he watched her location dot move closer in the map. He had gotten all her favorites and flowers and balloons. He even made sure to put on her favorite fuzzy sweatsuit for her to cuddle up to him. Kamiya’s heart raced as she saw his dot waiting at her house. “Y’all need protection before we get home?” Larissa asked. “Mommy!” Kamiya gasped and laughed. “We’re good. Took him to Costco. Got the big box of Magnums and it broke me. My baby girl…my princess is having sex…with a muthafucka that can fit a Magnum? He’s…he’s not even 6 feet tall!” Monty groaned. “Dad! Try not to think about it.” Kamiya laughed from the backseat. “Nothing to be embarrassed by. He’s just trippin, I’m happy for you…enjoy it. Sex is normal, it’s natural. It’s very beautiful when love is involved but they won’t be doing that for a while. She just had a major thoracic surgery, baby.” Larissa giggled as she still watched her husband’s eyebrows come together in annoyance. 

Lewis fixed the ‘Welcome Home’ banner he had put up and went by the door. “Mum’s home guys.” He announced to the dogs who both came running. Pelé started howling excitedly the moment he smelled Kamiya, Roscoe huffed and wiggled excitedly. The front door opened and Kamiya stepped in. Pelé did his usual routine of zoomie circles around her, Roscoe barked. “Whoa! All this love…for me?” She smiled as she gingerly lowered herself down to give out belly rubs. It felt good to be home. She wasn’t in a ton of pain but the small incision on her right side was incredibly tender. Kamiya’s face lit up when she saw Lewis, it had been months and despite him owning a private jet, Covid-19 had shut the whole world down. Tears filled her eyes. “I missed you so much.” She spoke through the tears. “Don’t cry, mama. I’m here.” He smiled as he pulled her up and into his arms. 

“Hey babydaddy.” Kamiya smiled as she kissed his lips. “Babydaddy? Can I really claim that title?” He smiled. “Sweetheart, you have no idea. Call if you need anything. Dinner's at 6.” Larissa smiled as she sat her daughter’s tote bag inside the door and crept away. “What did she mean by that?” Lewis asked. “I told her that the way you love me makes me want to have your babies! I was put into a years long soft girl era by a sexy, tattooed British man with a big dick and a lot of money! It’s lowkey embarrassing.” She laughed. “Is it though? I’ve been in my loverboy era for just as long and I love it here. I love loving on you. You came along at a very…pivotal time. You know I was just down in Rio to drink, party and fuck on local girls. First party I go to…boom! I met the love of my life and became instantly obsessed.” He laughed. Lewis had even grown used to being called a simp anytime he publicly gushed over his lady, which he did often. “I didn’t even want to go to that beach party. Glad I did cuz I met this cute little imported ting with a mischievous smile and big brown eyes that put me through his mattress…repeatedly. Not only did I want to keep doing that but he made my heart smile for the first time in months. I was so depressed. My naive ass was so sprung off that man only to learn that I was a side sugar baby.” She laughed. “You know he tried to press me about you at some party his brother put on that I attended? I guess he had seen us all cuddled up on socials and got in his feelings. I told him that your perfectly shaped ass was never coming back to him…cuz it’s my ass now and I like to bury my face in it.” Lewis growled as they snuggled on the couch. “Sir, this is a Panera, please calm down.” She giggled. “I know and I'm just trying to get my special frosting on some cakes.” He laughed darkly.

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“How long do I have you for?” Kamiya asked. “It depends. I brought the simulator so I can run scenarios but as far as the season goes…might be a complete wash. Unlike this unserious place, the rest of the world is taking Covid seriously. Only for you would I risk getting sick.” He laughed, kissing her forehead. “According to President Cheeto just drink some bleach and you’ll be fine. That man is a complete fucktard.” Kamiya laughed. “Wait…WHAT?!” 

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