lewis collapses on the right side of the bed, his whole body hurting and warm after the intensity of what you just got done with.he tries to get his breathing in control, wiping at the sweat under his jaw, grunting a bit but eventually relaxing when you curl against him.
your body is just as warm and sweaty but it feels good, you feel good. like always but he's so so spent that he can feel himself falling asleep already.
that is exactly when he feels you moving your limbs off of him, he thinks you are just trying to get comfortable-
"no, no, no. baby, no. you can't be serious." leaves his lips as soon as he realises you're trying to fucking ride him again.
"lewi, c'monnn," you whimper, trying to stop him from curling into himself as you straddle him. "you said you only needed five."
"yeah to rest and clean you up," he whisper yells in disbelief. "so i could fall asleep right after!"
he knows he sounds comically especially when your pout suddenly turns into full blown laughter.
"god, you're such an oldie ugh." his brows almost fly off when you grind your wet heat on top of his cock anyway.
"baby, fucking hell i-" but you're already getting up. arms around his head so you can hover your tits in his face. his frustrated groan making you smirk. you're winning (like always).
"you're hard," you whisper, your lips sucking softly against the side of his neck as you move down.
lewis feels pathetic when he tilts his head to the side.
"i'm always hard around you." he mutters, lower lip pulled in when you start moving your hips on his thigh.
it's so pitiful that you laugh again. your eyes meet his dilated ones as you pull away but he's already grabbing your nape to pull you into a kiss.
"are you too far gone already," you chuckle as he holds your ass to put you right on top of the place he wants- no he realises that it's more of a need actually.
you're under his skin and who is he to say no to his very gorgeous, very-
"baby, you remember your safe word?" you ask and immediately lewis is switching your positions making you yelp out loud in surprise.
"don't mock me, pretty girl." he knows you were being genuine and honestly? that hurts his ego more.
"hope you remember it because i'm not at all sleepy now." lewis whispers, one of his hand holding your arms on top of your head.
he hums when you decide not to answer, not like you could really because not even a second later, he was pushed inside you.
pairing: lewis hamilton x girlfriend!reader
prompt: you test your new chapstick/lipstick on Lewis Hamilton
wc: 350 | @thisdoesntexsist-cherry
"Hold still, Lewis," you commanded, holding a brand-new tube of matte, berry-colored lipstick. You were determined to find the best formula that wouldn't budge under a race helmet, and Lewis Hamilton, perched on a pit wall stool, was your most convenient test subject.
He raised an eyebrow, a slight, amused smile playing on his lips. "And what exactly are we testing today? The smudge-proof capabilities on a seven-time World Champion?"
"Precisely," you said, uncapping the tube. "It’s a new long-wear formula. I need to know if it feels tacky and if it leaves a residue. And since you're the only one here who won't complain—"
"I was about to complain," he interjected dryly, though he leaned in slightly, positioning himself perfectly. He trusted you implicitly, even with questionable cosmetic experiments.
You gently applied a small, smooth line of the lipstick to the back of his hand, near his wrist where the skin was soft. You waited a few seconds for it to set, then pressed your thumb against it, checking for transfer.
"Okay, good, not too much. Now for the real test." You uncapped the tube of peppermint-vanilla chapstick—your second test subject. "Pucker."
Lewis let out a quiet laugh, a rich, full sound. "Pucker? This is the most ridiculous thing I’ve ever done in the paddock." Nevertheless, he obliged, his lips forming a perfect, slightly pouty shape.
You carefully dabbed the moisturizing balm onto his bottom lip. It was cold and smelled faintly of winter. You couldn't help but notice how incredibly still he was, his brown eyes watching your face with an intensity that had nothing to do with chapstick.
"Perfect," you murmured, stepping back. "Now, don't rub it off. Tell me in five minutes if it feels waxy or slick."
He touched his bottom lip lightly with his forefinger, his gaze still fixed on you, the berry smudge on his hand a bright counterpoint to his racing gear.
"Doesn't feel waxy," he reported, his voice a low rumble. "Tastes quite nice, actually. Though I think my team is going to have some questions about this shade of pink."
Warnings: profanities, p in v, unprotected sex, hickies, public sex, groping, making out, fingering, overstimulation
“Lewis stop grabbing my ass,” you warned your boyfriend through gritted teeth.
In a crowd full of tourists, Lewis would be the last person to say no to sex. In fact he would be the first to say yes and wouldn’t ever say no to that request. And right now you knew he was horny and he would do the deed right here if he could but your warnings was what held him back.
“Babe, don’t ignore me like that,” he murmured against you, “You can’t dress up all pretty and then leave me hanging.”
You simply laughed and walked over to the next stop, where a marble statue stood proud and tall. Turning around, you push your phone onto Lewis’s hand and ask him to take a picture of you which he dutifully does.
After several more stops like that and increasing demands from Lewis’s end for a quick visit to the loo for a quickie, you turn around and give him a quick peck on the lips.
“Lew you have to wait until we get back to the hotel.”
Lewis grumbles and then looks around. He grabs his smoothie and murmurs that he’ll come back and turns over to leave to the opposite direction.
You nod and continue looking at the artifacts displayed and the information cards at the bottom explaining what each piece was.
When Lewis comes back which he does with a finished smoothie, he has a proud grin on his face which you can’t seem to understand why.
He comes over to you and swiftly kisses you almost blowing you away from your feet.
“What’s gotten into you?” you ask but he simply dodges your question with a smirk.
Ignoring his antics you pull him over to a corner where there are several statues lined up in a semi circle. A closed space where it’s surprisingly empty. You were sure there were people around a while ago but now that you walked over to this area there seemed to be no one around. Before you could walk over to the open area you came in from Lewis grabs your hand and pulls you in for a kiss.
Giggling, you reciprocate the kiss. Letting him grope your ass since no one’s around.
“I guess we could do a quickie here now that we’re all alone, by ourselves.”
You nod while giggling and looking around at any cameras. Lewis is quick to pull you into a blind spot. Amused at how enthusiastic he is about this quickie you don’t question him and follow his guide.
He pushes you to the cool marble wall and dives into your open neck. You look up at the painted ceiling and slightly squeak when he bites into the tender skin of your neck. You run your hands through his open arms and hold onto his biceps while he works on your neck and collarbone.
Lewis comes back up from the hickey session and locks in your lips with his. Almost bruising your lips as well.
“Fuck me please,” you whined at him.
“I thought two minutes ago there were two many people?” he questioned mockingly.
“Ughh please Lewis, stop teasing me and her to work.”
Lewis smiled at your request and wedges a knee between your legs. Whilst he kisses you deep and nice, kissing every square inch of your face he makes sure to press on to your wet cunt. You in turn grind on his knee and feel yourself get wetter.
“No panties?”
You murmur back, ”It’s too hot to wear any.”
Biting onto the shell of your ear, Lewis whispers, “Naughty girl”.
He then pushes his fingers into your cunt with no notice, making you almost scream before his hand comes up to cover your mouth, muffling the screams. He drills his fingers in and out of your sensitive hole while you hold onto his bicep.
“I’m so close, keep going please.”
Lewis stop almost immediately and pushes his fingers that were just inside you, into your mouth. He forces you to gag on his fingers and mockingly whispers, “You don’t get to decide what you want when you didn’t want sex in the first place, babydoll.”
Once you’re done licking his fingers clean, he zips open his shorts and pushes his raging dick into you. Your knees give out from the unexpected entrance and Lewis holds you onto him. Within a few strong and short strokes inside your velvety walls, you come gushing out onto his dick.
He doesn’t stop here, knowing you were very sensitive he keeps going, you could feel the overstimulation build up, another orgasm on its way. This time morning loudly onto Lewis’s hand you release your high, too exhausted and too into the pleasure to stop him from continuing his energetic strokes.
As he comes closer to his high, Lewis pushes in and out of your cunt at slow but deep strokes. His hand leaves your mouth to grope your breasts and leave more hickies over your soft skin. He plays with the erected nipples through the thin fabric of your dress and finally lets go of himself inside you.
You feel the white liquid gush inside of you and you let yourself fall into that mess too and fall into Lewis’s arms as you let go of yourself.
Minutes pass by and you walk out of the museum with Lewis holding on to you. You pray deep inside that your long dress covers up whatever’s dripping down your legs and that the two of you didn’t look like you just had a desperate fuck.
Lewis on the other hand, passed a wink onto the guards and the receptionist at the front desk to whom he had passed on a few notes to help him out with his act.
I went to the Montreal GP. Here’s the highlights of my time there!!
- George’s car died right in front of my grandstand and I got to see him
- In the drivers parade I went to the fence and Isack waved RIGHT AT ME (it was like just me and my dad on that stretch of fence [only like four other people and they were like ten feet away])
- I got to see Kimi win a race
- I practiced my French
- I won a simulator race
- I went onto the track and was fifteen feet from Lewis’ mum (fence between us)
- I saw Toto Wolff irl
- I got part of a visor tear off
- I met a marshal and he tried to recruit me
Overall it was an amazing weekend and those are only the VERY BEST parts, there were so many other amazing things. If anyone wants to go to a race, Montreal is the place to go!!
