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Oh Baby | part three

third and final part.

word count: 8.6k

Warnings: tame(er) smut. Pregnancy sex. childbirth.

progress is made, all thanks to your hormone gremlins.

It's safe to say everyone's favorite duo was back like they never left, just with a lingering air of sexual tension and babies in the oven.

You were never good at holding water, which is why you told your family and friends about it the very same night. Your friends were the most excited you'd ever seen them, and that was before you even mentioned who the father was.

When Miles questioned who the father was with a meek voice interrupting said celebrations, Lewis stepped forward with a cocky smirk and a pep in his step that made you want to kick the back of his legs in.

Instead, you gently motioned to Lewis with your arm thrown out.

You'll never forget your friend's reactions like a scene from a telenovela; they all gasped dramatically and clutched their pearls. "Oh, I'm going to beat everybody's ass; why didn't we know y'all were together?"

"We are NOT together." You interrupt.

"So fucking?" Miles pipes up, and you feel like you are on stage with a literal spotlight directed at you, with the way they are all intently observing you, including Lewis.

"Not fucking either." You deny, slapping Lewis' arm as to say, help me out here. He shakes his head at you, shoving his hands into his pockets.

"It was a one-time thing that we both agreed would never happen again. This is the consequence of our actions that night." You put your hands on your pudgier stomach. "Yay!" you cheer quietly.

Whit stands first, and with tears in her eyes, she throws her arm over your shoulder, pulling you into a hug. Mori stands after already having been emotional since the initial announcement. She saunters over with a coo of "Aww, mama bear," joining in on the embrace.

Lewis' boys stand up, Miles put his hand out to Lewis for a dap and ends up pulling him into a hug. "One step closer." He chuckles gripping Lewis' shoulder as he steps back.

Daniel grins, approaching Lewis with his arms open and ready, "I'm proud of you, brother." He congratulates them through his own wide grin.

You turn to Lewis with your bottom lip poked out as your friends kneel around your tiny belly. It doesn't even really look like there's a child in there, but that doesn't halt your friends from gently caressing it.

You wipe away an unsuspecting tear as Miles coos gently to your stomach, "Hope you don't get your dad's forehead, lil man."

"She's a girl!" Whit scowls, mushing his face away from your belly.

"We don't know what it is, actually." Daniel returns Whit's actions, mushing her to the right as he emerges front and center.

Lewis, who had stood off to the side watching your friend's love on you and your unborn baby, steps to your side, wrapping his arm around your shoulder and pulling you closer to him. He leaves a lingering kiss on your hairline before knocking Daniel over with his foot.

"Don't call my child an it."

Your parents, on the other hand, were a completely different story.

Your full government name is shouted by your mother as she holds onto your dad for support. They both look like they've been shot, and the greater betrayal was that you were the one who pulled the trigger. "Oh, Lord in heaven, please!"

"Ma." You whine, "Don't look like that, guys."

Lewis parents are sat beside your own, his mom is eyeing you up and down a interested look dawning her face. When your dad wipes the suprise from his face he looks like he is beginning the five stages of grief.

"My baby- I can't."

Lewis' mother slaps her ex-husband's thigh, motioning to the anxious look adorning their son's face.

"Lewis," His mom all but shouts, "Are you the father?" It comes out in a squeal, one that has your parents pausing their dramatics and leaning forward in sync.

Lewis looks like a thief caught red-handed. And just as you looked to him for support earlier, he does the same to you. You shrug at him, throwing your hands into your pockets.

How does it feel to be thrown to the sharks?

He stutters for a while, so he avoids eye contact with your dad. When his father speaks up, his voice is demanding. "Be a man, Lewis, answer."

You almost feel bad watching as your guys' parents sit literally on the edge of their seats. Lewis has never felt more nervous in his life. Deciding to put an end to his misery, you close the distance between you two and intertwine your hands.

"The baby is mine," Lewis announces, and your family jumps up like they've won the lotto.

Unlike your friends, they don't rush to you guys; they rush to each other. Your mom and Lewis' mom bounce up and down as they hug, and like the annoying men your fathers are, they point at each other with wide grins on their faces before they are in each other's embrace as well.

You and Lewis face each other in perplexity.

He clears his throat, and you call out, "Umm, hello?"

"Aww, my baby," your mom cries, rushing to you with her arms held high. You still stare back at Lewis, and your face is set in bafflement as she presses her lips to your cheeks and then cups your belly. Your dad comes barreling through, quite literally pushing your mom out of the way, and he is enveloping you in a bone-crushing hug.

Your mom shouts your dad's name, whacking the back of his head, "The girl is pregnant. Be gentle."

He eases back and holds your face in his hands, eyes staring into you with such adoration that it makes you emotional all over again. "My baby is having a baby."

Choked up you see Lewis' parents loving on him in the same manner, you catch Anthony's eyes and he is unraveling himself from his son and pulling you into him. "I couldn't be any more happier, my girl." He talks quietly into your ear as he hugs you.

As you talk to Lewis' mom, you see your dad and mom embracing Lewis, and you chuckle as he happily accepts their graces.

As time went on they just barely settled down.

"Oh please," you taunt. "You literally looked like you guys were ready to kill me."

You watch on in puzzlement as they begin writing Facebook posts.

"Yes, my darling." Your mother hums.

"Before we found out Lewis was the father." His mom adds with a cheeky smile.

"So?" your dad motions between the two of you, relaxing comfortably on the loveseat. "How long has this been a thing?"

At your words, the grin is wiped from his face, "It's not."

"Have you defiled my daughter Lewis Carl Dav-"

"Dad!" you shout, groaning again as he turns to Anthony with an incredulity like no other.

"So, maybe let's not do Facebook?" You suggest.

Lewis raises from beside you sauntering over to the dad couch, he sits on the arm of the chair beside your dad and talks lowly to them. You cannot hear what he says but by the way a grin covers the faces of the entire couch you know he's used his classic Hamilton charm on them.

He watches you as he speaks and shoots you a wink when he sees you trying to read his lips.

"I think we're going to head back to our wing of the house." He announces and that's your cue to start lifting from the couch.

You say your goodbyes, giving everyone smooches and welcoming the last of their congratulations. Lewis saunters over to you after doing the same and reaches for your hand. You graciously accept, waving one final time before he pulls you from the secondary house.

"So how are we going to go about this?" You question as the two of you walk hand in hand.

"However you want."

"I don't like how you just agree with everything I say; give me some input; this is your child, too." You ensure, "I'm open to what you want as well."

"I want you to be close to me during the pregnancy. It'd make me feel better for sure." He hums.

"Can I ask how that'd work? You're going to be traveling for the season. I want to keep my job for as long as I can."

"I want you to be stress free, I meant what I said, I'll take care of anything you need. Please just- you don't have to quit forever; just let me take care of you while you're pregnant, at least."

He looks so concerned with the idea of you working that it has you reaching up to physically push the frown from his face. You stop in front of him and poke your finger on his face by the corner of his mouth.

"Stop pouting," you instruct, "I work for my dad, after all. I think he'll understand."

He breathes a sigh of relief, grabbing your hand again as you start walking ahead of him.

"I also want everyone to know the baby's mine." He adds. "Unless you planned on keeping them out of the light, which I get-"

"Done." You cheese. "I'll let the world know you knocked me up, Sir Hamilton. More requests?"

"Move in with me."

You don't say anything as you turn to face him. The moon creates a glow around the two of you as you glance up at him.

"C'mon, I purchased the house because you liked it anyway," he shrugs. "You're there more than me during the season; Roscoe loves having you there; I love having you there. Plus, you love it there."

You stare up at him with an admiration like no other. It has him turning his blushing face to the side.

"I did say it'd be the perfect home for a kid one day, huh?" You squeal, wrapping yourself around him, "I'm so excited!"

He lifts you with one arm like you weigh nothing, and you wrap your legs around his waist.

"I'm excited, too." He hums as he walks you into the primary home. The lights are all off as he carries you up the stairs and into your room. He plops you down onto the bed, crouching down to pull your slippers from your feet.

"I can do that myself, you know? I'm not that pregnant yet." You huff.

"What kind of man would I be if I had my baby mama doing anything?" He smirks up at you.

"All it took was me carrying your child for you to be awfully sweet to me, would've fucked you sooner."

"Always sweet to you," Lewis smiles up at you, "gotta stop talking like that to me if you don't want me to get the wrong idea."

"Mhmm." You fall back into the bed.

Lewis crawls onto the bed beside you, laying his head against your stomach; he pokes you, making you jump.

"Stop it, I'm ticklish." You warn; he only smiles, nestling further into you. "There's a baby in here." His voice is so low you almost miss it.

"Thank you." You express gently, rubbing your fingers through his braids.

"For what?" utters Lewis as his palm rubs in circular motions against your belly.

"For giving me everything I've ever wanted."

"I always will."

Whoever came up with the saying that distance makes the heart grow fonder was truly right. Although it was less than ideal, you and Lewis were back as if it had never happened. In fact, it's like the time you had away from each other forced you into the beautiful dynamic the two of you have now. Neither of you wanted to be without the other again.

It had been three months since your beautiful discovery, so that put you at a whopping five months pregnant.

Your belly was now noticeably bigger and rounder, much bigger than it would've been if Lewis' family didn't have a history of twins. And it was most definitely getting in the way of things, literally.

You huff as you struggle to squat down low enough to lift the box of blankets you packed. Just as you feel yourself get a good enough grip on the box and you begin to lift Lewis is by your side wearing a disapproving scowl.

"How many times do I have to tell you to stop trying to carry stuff out of here."

"Lewis," you huff, "It's literally just blankets."

"I don't care, sit down." He orders.

You stomp away from him, plopping down on the couch. He walks out of the front door and returns only moments later, waltzing into your kitchen.

He appears again with a plate full of orange slices, and you sigh as he approaches you.

"Lewis, there's only so many orange slices I can take in a day, buddy."

"The doctor said oranges are a good snack for month five," he pouts, "my kids need vitamin C."

"Trust me, belly's fine."

Almost like they can sense the presence of food, they kick at you, and you, still not used to the sensation, cup your stomach in a gasp.

"Mhhm," Lewis disapproves, "feed my babies." He is setting the plate of fruit in your lap, bending quickly to peck your stomach. "I have a few more boxes to help them load and then I'll be taking you home, okay."

You can only offer him a puffy smile, your cheeks filled with fruit. He chuckles leaning over to ruffle your hair and he's pulling your forehead to his lips pressing a chaste kiss there before he's walking towards the stack of boxes.

You dreamily sigh, watching his glistening tatted back contract as he lifts the heavy mass.

These fucking babies were turning you into a horny mess.

It was the second week of June. A week later than the deadline, you promised Lewis that you'd move into his home. Well, your home now, too.

It was safe to say that Lewis meant business. You had spent the last few months bouncing from country to country, attending every race with him and basking in the free time with each other, which he had before and after races.

When you opted to skip the Canadian Grand Prix under the pretense that you would go home to oversee the movers, he hesitantly drove you to the airport the day before qualifying.

But when you got home and your preganacy brain got to you, you realized you scheduled your movers for the wrong saturday. You could've sworn Lewis was having a panic attack with the way he was in hysterics over the facetime call as you explained your situation.

He had booked himself a very late flight after his race and appeared at your doorstep with an armful of plant-based treats and a carton of strawberry fro-yo. "It's good for the babies." He smiled sheepishly as he rushed in.

And here you were now, big and bored, spread across the couch as Roscoe snuggled into your side. You don't remember falling asleep next to your furry friend, but as Lewis gently shakes you awake with an adorable twinkle in his eyes you can't even be bothered to be irritated.

"Hey, mama," he coos. "You ready to head out?"

You nod, still groggy, swinging your legs over the couch and preparing to stand. Lewis catches you off guard as he swoops you into his arms, carrying you bridal style with ease. He calls for Roscoe as he slips through the front door.

He opens the passenger side door of his car and sits you down softly, reaching over you to grab the seatbelt. And he's so close to you that it has your heart hammering when his hand swipes against your chest to pull at the belt.

"I'll be back in a second, going to lock up here."

He smirks as he closes the door and you see him taking his precious time to make it back into your former home.

You were no fool; truthfully, you were fully aware of the sexual tension that hung between you and Lewis since the night of his birthday.

There were lingering touches and gazes that you were sure were sexually charged. You've even noticed Lewis' impure reactions to you, and it made your brain race with questions.

The driver's side door opening drew you from your thoughts as Lewis appeared this time covered in a white tee. You will away your disappointment and reach for his phone to play some music. When you do you see a message from a saved contact.

Marie

Isn't it about time for you to come see me again?

"You've got a message." You tell him nonchalantly even though your heart aches.

"From who?"

You try to hand him the phone, but he waves it off, reversing the car. "Can you read it to me?"

"Marie, she says, and I quote, Isn't it about that time for you to come see me again? You late to a link, Lew?" You laugh even though there isn't shit funny to you.

"You can block her." He declares casually.

"Huh?"

"Block her for me." He orders, but he still hasn't turned to look at you. "She was just someone I saw when I was in Canada."

"Lewis, you don't have to end your fun on my account; I'm the pregnant one. You do know that you don't have to."

"Yeah." He pushes out hoarsely. You wait for him to continue, but he doesn't. In a way, you feel a sense of relief wash over you. Life with Lewis has felt so extra domestic lately. It was almost like the two of you were in a relationship, minus the physical affection. And even then, that physicality was there; you two just never kissed or, well, had sex.

You wondered if he felt it the same way you had.

But then the thought lingers in the back of your head: did he see her when you left to come home?

The way he was acting oddly uncomfortable with the conversation gave you your answer, and in the end, you couldn't fault him for it.

You do as he instructs, clicking Marie's contact and blocking her number, and then you continue on with your initial mission and scroll through Lewis' Spotify until you find music to your liking.

The rest of the drive is silent except for the soft melodies escaping his speakers.

When you pull into Lewis' driveway, he parks, turns off the car, and hurries to your side, opening the door before you even have the chance to do so. He opens the backdoor and holds onto your hand. "Roscoe, c'mon boy."

He leads you into the home like you haven't passed through the very same doors a million times before.

"Which room did they move me into?" You question making your way upstairs.

"Oh," Lewis pauses, "I figured you'd be with me, in mine."

"Oh, okay."

You walk past him and further up the stairs as he trails behind you.

When you enter his room you beeline straight into his closet, well you guys' closet and sure enough there are more of your belongings taking up space.

You stand on your tiptoes to reach for one of his tee shirts. He is behind you in an instant, one hand holding your hip firmly and forcing your feet back onto the ground. The other reaches up and grasps the shirt you had been aiming for.

When you turn to take the shirt from him, he once again gives you the same disapproving gaze he'd given you earlier.

"Oh God, Lewis. I can't even get on my tiptoes anymore?" You question, pulling the shirt from his grasp.

"You could've tipped over." He argues, following you out of the closet. "You want a bath or a shower tonight?" He queries, already heading into the bathroom.

"A bath, please; my body is killing me."

"Put this on," he orders, tossing you your robe.

You strip from your shorts and tee-shirt throwing the robe on and waiting patiently for Lewis to emerge from the bathroom.

When he does, he's shirtless, and the sweats are hanging low.

"I've got your bath running. Sit down," he orders, pointing to the bed.

"Why?" you question, but you're already moving to the bed and plopping down.

"Why do you question everything?" He chuckles. And he is slipping behind you in an instant, his hands instantly moving up to knead at your shoulders.

You can't help the moan you let out. "Fuck, that feels great. Thank you."

"It's the least I can do, letting my youngsters beat you up all day."

You can only chortle as his hands move along your back.

"Gonna come out feisty, like you."

"I am not," you argue.

"yeah, okay." He whispers, his hands traveling lower and lower. His hands are gripping your sides firmly as his thumbs massage masterfully into your back.

"Fuck, Lewis." You mewl.

"Feels good?"

"Yeah."

You almost cry as you feel him lifting behind you, but when he pushes you onto your back gently and cradles your legs, the whine in your throat is replaced with a nervous gulp.

His hands caress your thighs, moving up and down expertly, and you bask in the comfort.

"I didn't sleep with her in Canada, never even saw her this year."

"Oh," you murmur with your eyes closed. On the outside, you were calm, but mentally, you were shrieking tears of joy.

"Haven't been sleeping around." He announces again.

When you say nothing, he persists, "Haven't been with anyone since you."

You know Lewis so well that you can predict his face even before you open your eyes.

His voice sounds a bit gravelly and shaky, and you know he's peering up at you through his perfect lashes, waiting to gauge your reaction.

So when you open your eyes and see him hovering over your legs exactly as you imagined, you can only shoot him a purposeful smile.

"I figured. You've spent all of your time with me." You shrug. He nods relief washing over him. In all honesty he was happy that you recognized the switch in him. Recognized that all of his focus was soley on you and your unborn babies, who you've nicknamed belly.

"Five months is a long time to go without sex." You declare, and he bobs his head to the side,

"Not really, not for me. What about you?"

He feels his heart leap with joy at your next words.

"I haven't slept with anyone else since you either. I've gone longer without sex, so five months would've been easier if I wasn't lugging around two hormone gremlins."

You both share a laugh as you motion to your round belly.

"You're suffering then?"

"Suffering like a motherfucker." You huff.

"I can fix that."

You sit up, coming face to face with him; he stares at you intensely. It was your idea, not to mention the night you two had shared, as well as your doing, to solidify the fact that you two would never sleep together again.

However, your emotions were running, and your hormones were at an all-time high, so could anyone really even blame you for pulling his mouth to yours in a searing kiss?

Like the time before, it's like Lewis is ready for you. He pushes you back down, his legs still holding him above you. This time, Lewis takes the initiative, spreading your mouth open and entering like it's home. One of his elbows is being used as leverage to hold him above your bump. His other hand has your jaw in a tight grip, holding you in place.

Your hands are exploring his body. Traveling the expanse of his chest to his back, anything you can reach.

He disconnects his mouth from yours, his head turning towards the bathroom. "Shit, sorry."

He stands, shooting you a sorrowful look as he beelines into the washroom.

When he appears again, he is looking at you with hungry eyes, but his words are so domestic that you are ready to jump his bones.

"Made your bath too hot. Got time to let that cool down."

You smirk at him, beckoning him over. You're both sitting angled towards each other and just as you move forward to touch his lips with your own he is moving his head to the side forcing you to peck the corner of his mouth.

You lean back with furrowed brows. "What was that?"

"I want to clarify something first, this time. So we won't have a repeat of last time."

Damn, you scream to yourself. You were already extremely horny, and now you'd have to sit and listen to him declare that this was a means of pleasure only. Which in return would most likely turn you off. So yay, no life-altering dick for you tonight.

"Go on then." You wave your hand, and Lewis laughs.

"Patience, you horny beast."

You gasp, thumping his head.

"But really, I, um, wanted to let you know this for a while. It's been on my mind even heavier since my birthday."

"Okay,"

"I love you." He blurts, "and not in the conventional friendship way, you're my best friend but I love you more than that. And I have for as long as I could remember."

You feel like you've been freed from hell's gates; everything in you feels so much lighter, so much more merrier.

Like always, when Lewis tries to find the words to say, his head is tilted downwards to the side as he works through what to say. His heart is beating a mile a minute, and he can't find it in him to look at you quite yet. He has to say how he feels now, or he'll never say it.

"I'm the man I am today because of you. You've been with me every step of the way. You've never turned your back on me or gotten sick of me; you've been everything I've ever wanted from the beginning. I've tried to fill the void of not having you with other... distractions, should I say. And it never made me forget about you, never made me want you any less, always made me want you even more."

You choke up at his words. This was all you've ever wanted to hear spoken to you.

"I love you and I feel like I have ever since I've been able to have complex emotions. You are my childhood dream. Over the racing and the luxury lifestyle, over anything. I've always wanted you more than anything. I meant every word I said to you on my birthday, and I'm taking accountability now for the argument. I wanted to hear you say that you meant the words you said to me, like I meant the words I said to you. I should have just admitted it. But I didn't, and I was a fool; I regret it every day. But I love you all the same."

He peers up at you through his lashes and through his own teary eyes he can see the tears bubbling over the surface as you poke out your bottom lip in your classic pout.

"Oh, Lew," you whine, wrapping him in such a tender embrace. "You don't know how long I've waited to hear you say those words."

He nestles his head into the crook of your neck, and you can feel wetness glide down your collar.

You grasp his head in your hands, cupping his cheeks so that you can see him eye to eye.

"I love you," you state. "More than the entire world, I've always told you that, and I've always meant it."

His lips twitch, and his eyes soften. Finally, he breaks into a smile. "How much I love you is unexplainable, Lew. I've been fighting myself forever about it, frustrated that I'd never see anyone like I see you. I've been settling because I thought I couldn't have you. You're all I've ever wanted. And I meant what I said that night, too. I was made for you and only you, always only ever been yours. No one has had my heart but you."

This time, the kiss is passionate and slow. You taste saltiness as you succumb to each other. You separate with a gasp, hand coming down to soothe your stomach. "They're beating me up again." You whisper, watching as their tiny feet nudge against your stomach.

Lewis bends down, pressing pecks to your bulging belly, "Think they're just celebrating."

You watch from above with a loving smile on your face. "My little family." You coo, bringing your hand up to rest in Lewis' hair.

"I'm going to marry you, you know that, right?" Lewis peers up at you.

"I sure would hope so." And you lean down to press a kiss to his forehead.

"They're not stopping." He announces, his hand covering your own on your belly.

"They always get excited when you're close to me." You admit.

His eyes crinkle at your words, and his mouth spreads into a grin.

"I'm happy to be with you guys, too," he coos to your gut, "but we have to let Mama relax, okay." At his words, the thumps from inside of you come to a halt, and you and Lewis marvel at each other.

"Wow," you whisper.

"Come on." He is standing from the bed, holding his hand out for you.

He helps you stand from the bed, gently pulling you into the bathroom.

When you're inside, he faces you towards the mirror. He unclasps the necklace sitting it onto the bathroom counter and slowly his hands travel to your front to untie your robe. It falls off of your shoulders and he proceeds to drag it down your arms and from your body.

You stare at him through the mirror with no shame as he trails his eyes along your body.

"Most beautiful woman in the world." He hums. You're standing in front of him naked as he reaches past you to drop your now discarded robe beside your necklace.

As he does so, he presses lingering kisses to your neck.

He steps back, holding out his arm to direct you into the bathtub.

"Get in with me?" You suggest as you notice him standing off to the side.

Lewis curses himself for feeling like a shy virgin around you every time you even remotely flutter your eyes at him.

"Please." You add submerging yourself into the warm water.

Lewis slips from his sweats, easing into the tub at the other end.

"Remember when we used to have baths together as kids?" You reminisce, blowing a pile of bubbles at him.

Lewis leans back, his arms dangling over the edge. "Simple times."

"You remember when you pooped?" You tease, leaning forward.

Lewis splashes you a tiny bit, bubbles landing on your face. "That was you," he denied.

"Big fat liar." you cackled.

Lewis sees you inching towards him like a tiger on the prowl. You're in his lap before he knows it, your arms locked around his neck. He wraps his own around your waist.

No more words are spoken between you two. You lift your soapy hand and tilt his head up to you, pressing your mouth to his.

Lewis groans into your mouth as you settle over him.

"Want you so bad." You confess, your lips trailing from his mouth to his jaw and down into the crevice of his neck.

Your hand reaches down between the two of you, and you smile against his skin as you grip him.

So hard already.

Lewis throws his head back against the porcelain as you wrap your hand around him in a snug grasp.

You're in his ear saying some of the most obscene words he's ever heard as you sit on top of him, tugging him. He can feel your belly rubbing against his, and it's driving him mad.

"Want to make love? Can we do that, Lewis? Make it even better than the last time."

Lewis gasps out his words as you sit back on his legs and use both of your hands to twist and tug on him. He bites on his bottom lip and grips you tighter. "Fuck, yes. Please"

You can only smile at him as you observe his resolve crumbling. You don't stop even as he begins to spasm and continually moan out your name. He grunts one last time before it transforms into a fit of masculine whimpers. He literally falls apart in your hands as you massage him through his release.

"Got another one in you?" You ask, already positioning yourself over him.

He opens his eyes, pupils blown and wild. And then his bitten and swollen lips spread into a dopey smile.

You give him a peck; widening said smile before you line him up at your entrance. The smile is wiped from his face as his facade once again contorts to one of pure pleasure.

You can only gasp and move your grip to his shoulders as you sink onto him inch by inch until you feel him nestled tightly into you.

"Fuck." He groans.

You ease your body up and down over him slowly, he's so fucking big.

You moan as you continue your slow pace. You want to take your time with him. But it was getting increasingly hard feeling that delicious stretch every time you lifted over him.

Lewis hasn't taken his eyes off of you since you sank down onto him. He is staring at you like you hung the sun, moon, and the stars yourself.

He uses both of his hands to pull your mouth towards his, "I love you." He breathes into you, pressing passionate pecks onto your lips. He holds your face close to his, maintaining eye contact as you roll over him.

Your mouth drops open as you feel him lift his hips over and over. Between his eyes piercing into you and the slow, languid strokes he's giving you, you weren't sure what would throw you over the edge first.

You moan quietly as you feel the blaze building in your belly. He's so big that it feels like he's entering you for the first time all over again.

You feel inebriated by him as he whispers sweet nothings into your ear. He's still just as vocal as he was the first time, and it's putting you in overdrive.

Lewis is thrusting up into you with a force that has the breath leaving your lips in sharp pants with every re-entry.

Your foreheads fall against each other, both of you watching your bodies drive against the water.

Lewis is lifting you from his lap like you weigh nothing. He turns you around to face the opposite way. You gasp as he pulls your arms up and directs you to hold onto the end of the tub in front of you. You're on your knees, arms holding your upper body out of the water. You feel his knees slide in between your spread legs, and his hands caress up and down your wet back.

One hand settles on your shoulder, the other on your waist, and then he is sliding into you slowly. You hang your head, letting out a deep breath, "fuck." you cry out as he strokes at such a deliberately slow momentum.

As he pushes into you, his grip on your shoulders forces you back at the same time. He's going so slow but getting so deep that it has you tightening your grip.

When he hits your spot, you lurch forward.

He pulls you back onto him, his hand tightening against your waist.

"Don't run. Stay with me." He orders, his voice is deep and raspy. "This what you wanted, remember?"

You nod your head, eyes closing shut as your thighs quiver. "Oh god."

"Want to make you feel better." He moans. "I was waiting for you to let me see this pretty pussy again." He hums, and you feel his hands spread you apart.

"So fucking pretty, so tight."

It was like he was tormenting you, giving you an inch and then taking a mile every time he pushed into you slowly just to have you wallowing for more when he pulled himself out.

"You're being greedy, mama." He chuckles as you push yourself back onto him. "take what you want then."

At his words, you begin to swivel your hips back at a much quicker pace, feeling his pelvis brush against your ass with every motion.

"C'mon, take it." he grunts. "that's right, want it so bad."

You pull yourself forward, only to spiral back into him repeatedly. Lewis is a mess behind you, his hands reaching up to hold his braids from his face. He kneels there and allows you to use his body in any way you please.

He takes in an unsteady breath when you tighten around him. As you drag your pussy over him, he feels himself being tugged with you. "So tight." he moans, "don't even wanna let me go."

He pulls you up by your waist, pulling your back flush against his chest, and begins hammering into you over and over. One hand travels to your throat, and his grip is temperate.

"All you needed, huh? Feel better already?"

You nod your head, yes, head falling back onto his shoulder. He pummels into you stroke after stroke until he feels it. You constrict around him, hands coming to grip his arm, and you moan his name over and over.

He doesn't show you any mercy. He keeps up his fast pace as you writhe in his arms. His head falls, and as he feels himself come undone, he bites down on your shoulder with a growl that lights your body on fire all over again. You feel him spurt into you, and you whine as he nestles himself into your core further.

After a while, Lewis pulls himself from your gut with a hiss. He reaches down and unplugs the drain. He sits, spreading his legs and pulling you in between them. When you're nestled against his chest, he sighs, once again placing his hand on your neck to angle your face towards his. He places a sensual kiss on your lips before letting you go with a smile.

"Should I run us a bath, or do you want to hop in the shower for a quick wash?"

You turn to the left, observing the standing shower, and you scoff. "you've ruined my legs, Lew; I couldn't stand in there if I wanted."

"Bath it is." He grins, already reaching for the knobs.

"Plus, I want to sit with you like this for a while. Bask in this."

"I love you," he expresses, "I don't think I'll ever get used to this."

Spoiler alert: he never did. As the days went on and turned into weeks. Weeks turned into months, and Lewis never changed his affections. You two were in a constant honeymoon phase, which you were sure was permanent.

You two were perfect for each other in every sense and made each other whole.

The dynamics that made you two the perfect friends bled over into your relationship, and things were flawless, to say the least.

Until, you felt a popping feeling and then a gush of water fall between your legs. Lewis was on his way home from the airport having left to race in Singapore he was relieved that he'd be back three days before your expected due date.

But when he gets a call from his best friend and hears your cranky voice in the background, his heart hammers with nerves.

"Miles, I swear to fucking god," he hears you groan. "if he doesn't have his high yellow ass to the hospital before I push these goddamn babies out of me, I will kill him. Tell him I will kill him."

"You heard her, man," Miles stammers. He hears commotion over the phone, and he gives up his useless attempts to grab either of your attention.

"Oi Miles!" He hears a slap in the background. "Oh my fucking god," you cry out. "Where is Whit? I don't want your help, fucking men."

Miles reappears on the screen; he looks disheveled and like he's just been in a cat fight, "Hey, brother." he pants. "I'm trying here, just how far are you?"

"Lewis leans forward, seeing his ETA on his driver's screen. "Only ten minutes. Is she okay?" His voice is full of concern, and Miles squawks.

"Brother, ten minutes is too long. She just absolutely beat my ass for putting the wrong treats in the bag. There are a million gummies in here. How am I sup-"

"Gushers, Miles. On the top shelf of the pantry behind the rice cakes."

"Why the hell are there gushers behind rice cakes?" He cries out, rushing to the pantry. Lewis sees you in the background as Miles breezes by.

You stand in the middle of the living room face set in a pout one hand grasping the a bag of organic gummies and the other holding your phone to your ear.

"Whit!" He hears you cry out, "I'm about to have these fucking babies alone with fucking Miles! Fucking Miles! And he gives me fucking Annes organic fruit snacks, Whitney! Why the fuck would I want organic candy? And Lew hid the gushers, and he's not going to be here in time, and I don't know where he put them."

Miles drops his jaw, halting his reach for the treats. "Hey, I'm trying my best! I want the best for you and my godchildren. I'm trying here!"

"Your trying isn't enough; obviously, I need the god mom. Whit! Fucking men, can't even find my fucking candy." You call out again.

"Ugh- did she just stomp away from me."

The call disconnects, and Lewis lets out a sigh of relief as he pulls into his neighborhood. He rushes out of the car, running up the steps of you guys' home. When he enters the foyer, he rushes to where he saw you last on the phone. Only you're not standing in the living room in distress. It's Miles slumped onto the couch with a family pack of gushers in his lap. He notices the two gusher wrappers beside his friend, and he storms up to him, snatching the box and slapping the side of his head.

"Where's my baby?"

"Upstairs, y'all are going to learn how to appreciate me one day. I'm the godfather to your children-"

Lewis smacks his teeth, rushing up the stairs and into your bedroom. He sees you lugging your baby bag onto the bed, and he rushes over to you, pulling it from your grasp.

"Hey bunny, I'm here."

Your lip wobbles as you look up at him, and you let out a relieved cry. Lewis opens his arms to embrace you, and you quickly pull the box from his hands, stuffing it into your bag.

"I was looking for these." You cried.

Lewis, used to your pregnant shenanigans, allows you to cry tears of relief for the sudden appearance of your after-labor treat. It's all you'd been asking for for weeks, but your doctor had you on a strict diet.

"Bunny," he persists, his arms open. You sniffle, stepping into his embrace.

"How are you feeling?"

"My vagina hurts, and I was scared you weren't going to make it."

He chuckles, holding you close to him, "always going to make it when it comes to you guys."

It's safe to say your mood didn't get any better when you made it to the hospital.

Lewis was by your side as you held onto his hand for dear life.

"Baby," he coos, "you're doing great."

"Oh my god," you wince, pulling your hand from his as you clutch the sheets. "Get the fuck away from me."

He looks baffled as you curse up a storm.

Lewis takes a step back only to be nudged forward again by the doctor. "Trust me, she'll murder you if you get away from her."

He holds onto your hand again, using the towel to wipe the sweat from your hairline.

Even now as you take in deep breaths and hang your head like you're about to die, Lewis think you are beautiful. You're glistening with sweat and throwing out words that would make a pastor faint but you're still beautiful with your freshly done birthing braids and bewildered face.

"Oh fuck this! Count the shit, measure the shit, whatever, and check again. I don't care if I'm not dilated enough; make it enough! Get these babies out of me."

You were regretting your decision to go all-natural as another contraction rippled through you. You let go of the sheet and grasp Lewis' hand again.

You look up to him, and he is staring at you in pure adoration. "I promise, you've got this." He encourages.

You feel tears of relief pool as your doctor let's out a direct order. "And we're there, when I get to three you push, okay."

You only nod as Lewis crouches down, "Push like hell, bunny."

You don't count how many times you hear him count to three or how many agonizing pushes you give until you hear the first cry. You're momentarily distracted as you watch them hold your baby into the air.

"Come on, Mom, got to keep going," your doctor orders.

You exhale, taking another deep breath as you push again. Lewis remains by your side, holding your hand and coaxing you through the pain.

"You're doing so great, bunny. So proud of you. We're about to meet our babies; we just have to push a little bit more."

His words are all you need to get through another insufferable ninety seconds before you hear an even louder cry.

Lewis kisses the top of your head as you fall back in exhaustion. "So proud of you, baby, hmm. I love you."

You're no longer the angry woman you were twenty minutes ago. You're looking up at Lewis with tired eyes that still glow with love and excitement.

"Baby boy came first." Your doctor hums settling him on one side of your chest, Another nurse comes forward settling your second baby on the oposite side. "And his sister came to stake her territory after."

You cry out, but it comes out in the form of a laugh. Your hands come up to hold both of your babies against your chest. Lewis crouches down, eyeing you three in amazement.

"My beautiful family."

He places a kiss atop each head, watching as they instantly settle down amongst your warm body.

You've never felt so much love in your life. You think back to all of the times you felt you were destined to be alone, all of the times you craved for someone to love you unconditionally. You gave up hope that you'd find it in a partner, so a baby was all you craved. But here you were with a man who loved you more than it was possible for love to exist. Here you were with two products of that love.

You order the nurse to remove one of the railings so the Lewis can nestle in beside you. The doctor suggest for him to remove his shirt and he does so quickly, gently sliding beside you. You motion for him to grab the babygirl and he eases her onto his chest with ease. You peck his head as you watch the tears glide down his face.

"I just love you all so much." he cries.

And you know exactly how he feels as you two bask in the moment.

You think back to the moment that made this all possible, laying in Lewis' bed as the words leave his mouth, "It's something about loving someone so much that you want to fill them up with another part of you."

Looking at your two babies, you could tell they each were going to represent a part of both of you. As your daughter lets out constant noises, Lewis turns to you with knowing eyes, "Just like her mama." Your son's eyes pop open at the sound of his sister, and you coo, "Brother bear."

"Do we have names ready?" The doctor hums.

y/u/n

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y/u/n I want to share this love I found with everyone. you deserve to meet my happy family after all of this time. Of all of the things that I wanted to be, being a mother was always my true calling. It's not easy, but it's worth it. To my babies, mommy loves you always; when the world is cruel, and your heart makes you feel like a fool, know that I will be there always. To LJ, my daring little boy, I see your father in everything you do; you will always be my baby bear, so strong and courageous, but with a mind so strong and a heart so big, you're forever unstoppable. My baby, Giana, Gigi girl, you came into the world demanding to be heard. You're fierce and bold in all of the best ways. Already, I admire the way you think and the things I know you will do. You heal a part of me I didn't know needed healing. You're my favorite girls girl, I love listening to you yap puppy, I love that you love talking to me. Always stand your ground, girly; never dull your light or lower your voice for anyone or anything. If no one listens, know I will. And to the love of my life, who has given me everything I could've ever wanted, plus more. You've outdone yourself, Lew; there aren't enough words to articulate how much I love you. Still my best friend, soon to be my husband, forever and always, the love of my life <3

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lewishamiton I can never think you enough for all that you've given to me. I love you more than life bunny. ❤️

user okay but the family of crochet animals. PUPPY? BEAR? CHEETAH? BUNNYYYY? 🥲

whitwhit still so proud of you mama ❤️

y/u/n the best god mommy in the world! I love you.

landonorris Mother🤰🏽Literally. Beautiful souls, even more beautiful children.

y/u/n love love love you Lando

user i always knew they'd get together one day, my happy heart!

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lewishamilton Thank you will never be enough for all that has been given to me. I love you, bunny, and every time I think it's impossible to feel more than that, you prove me wrong. To the rest of our lives together, to our children, and to the life I've had with you. We're in this together, forever. Daddy loves you, LJ, and Gigi, forever here, forever loving you.

charles_leclerc So happy for you man!

sebastianvettel never have you been happier man, congratulations.

user you mean to tell me that all of this time we thought he was uncle lew and whole time HE'S THE PAPPYYYY

lewishamilton like these are my kids, that my son. I was so bothered by that ngl. THEY LOOK JUST LIKE ME.

user you tell us not to assume and then when we don't assume you want us to assume what do you want from us sir?!?!

so this is the end that's not the end, I'll most likely make blurbs for their future 🌚

hope you enjoyed it.

not proofread sorry for any mistakes I was rushing honey

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emjayewrites · 4 months

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Sir/BabyGirl

SYNOPSIS: Sometimes Lewis can be babygirl, sometimes he's Sir.

PAIRINGS: Lewis Hamilton x You (black!fem!reader)

TAGLIST: @hopefulromantic1 @madstxo @that-90s-girllll @lewisroscoelove @saintslewis @arshiyuh @purplelewlew @non-stop-imagines @goldenalbon @alika-4466 @lorarri @queenshikongo3 @yeea-nah

INSPO: this post

A/N: happy birthday to the goat

As you made your way through the bustling crowd, the sounds of cheers and excitement filled the air. The Miami Grand Prix had just concluded, and now he sat on a raised platform, surrounded by journalists eager to capture every word that fell from his lips.

You found a spot at the back of the gathering, your eyes fixated on Lewis like a magnet drawn to its polar opposite. His presence was magnetic, radiating an aura that commanded attention from everyone around him. The sunlight danced playfully upon his face, casting a radiant glow that highlighted his chiseled features. Your eyes were immediately drawn to Lewis's dazzling smile, with his grill sparkling against the sun-kissed backdrop. The sight of him brought with it an intoxicating sense of admiration and longing. You couldn't help but notice the way his braids cascaded around his shoulders, gently caressing his jawline and framing his face in a way that was as alluring as it was almost feminine. Despite this, there was a raw, undeniable masculinity that radiated from him, a powerful energy that spoke to his dominance and magnetism.

Every word that rolled off his tongue was like silk, each syllable carefully curated to captivate and enthrall. As you listened, you couldn't help but feel a sense of pride swelling within your chest. Lewis was not just a racer, he was a true artist in his craft.

Life as a WAG, as they called it, was anything but ordinary. You had traveled the world together, accompanied Lewis to countless races, and witnessed firsthand the adrenaline-fueled atmosphere that surrounded the sport. Amidst the glamour and excitement, Lewis always made sure to prioritize you and your relationship.

However, Lewis had two distinct personalities: babygirl and Sir. You often teased him about his ability to seamlessly switch from being adorable to dominant in a matter of seconds. One moment he would be calling you "love" and covering you in soft kisses, and the next he would be commanding you to submit to him with a simple raise of his eyebrow.

But it wasn't just about dominance in the bedroom. Lewis's dominant nature spilled over into all aspects of your relationship. You made all major decisions together, but ultimately it was his word that carried the most weight. You trusted him completely and found comfort in his strong presence.

As Lewis wrapped up his interviews and made his way towards you, a mischievous glint appeared in his eyes. You knew that look well – it meant that Sir was ready to make an appearance.

"Ready to head back?" he asked with a smirk.

"Yes," you nodded eagerly, already feeling anticipation building within you at what Sir had planned for tonight.

The walk back to Lewis' motorhome on the paddock was quiet. He held your hand tightly as he led you through the bustling crowd of fans and journalists, stopping every so often to sign an autograph or take a picture. You were used to this by now, the constant attention and adoration that surrounded Lewis wherever he went. But even after all these years, it still amazed you.

Once inside the motorhome, his voice dropped an octave lower as he commanded you to strip down for him.

"Take that shit off," he growled, sneering and showing off his grill.

You couldn't help but shiver at the intensity in his voice, the stark contrast to the charismatic and charming Lewis you had just witnessed. But this was part of the dynamic that made your relationship with him so thrilling. You knew that when Sir took control, it was a journey into a world of pleasure and passion unlike anything you had ever experienced before.

Obeying his command, you slowly began to remove your clothes, feeling the weight of his gaze on your mahogany skin with every unbuttoned button, and every zipper pulled down. The atmosphere in the room grew heavy with anticipation, each second stretching out to an eternity as you undressed under his watchful brown eyes deepening with desire.The gleam of the grill caught the fluorescent lights, creating a metallic shine that was almost blinding. The grid-like pattern of the grill reflected in the light, adding to its intense and intimidating appearance.

Once fully exposed before him, your body tingling with a mix of excitement and vulnerability, Lewis approached with a predatory grace.

"You look beautiful," he murmured before capturing your lips in a passionate kiss. His lips trailed down your neck, nipping and sucking on the sensitive skin along the way. You felt like you were on fire – every touch from Lewis igniting a new flame within you. He knew exactly how to make you lose control and give in to pleasure completely.

"Sir," you moaned as he nipped at a particularly sensitive spot on your neck.

"Say it again," he commanded, looking up at you with dark eyes filled with lust.

"Sir," you repeated breathlessly, feeling a surge of arousal course through your body at the sound of that title rolling off your tongue.

Your skin was flushed with desire and your eyes pleaded for more. He couldn't resist – it always drove him wild.

With a mischievous smile, he commanded, "Lie down."

You slowly did as you were told, kneeling in front of him before lying on your back against the soft comfort of the carpet beneath you. You could feel his eyes drinking in every inch of your body, making you feel exposed but also incredibly alive.

"Good," he praised, his voice low and rough with desire. "Now spread your legs for me."

As you followed his instructions, parting your legs to reveal yourself completely to him, a tingling anticipation coursed through your body. You knew what came next – Sir's skilled hands and mouth exploring every inch of you, sending you into a world of ecstasy.

Lewis wasted no time in getting to work, his lips hungrily trailing kisses down your neck and across your chest. His hands continued to roam over your body, teasing and caressing every sensitive spot. You gasped as his tongue flicked over one of your nipples, sending a jolt of pleasure straight to your core.

With one hand still busy teasing and pinching at your other breast, Lewis trailed the other down your stomach, his fingers lightly brushing against the sensitive skin. He lowered himself between your legs, his hot breath making your breath hitch as he neared your aching center.

"Please," you moaned, already desperate for his touch. But Lewis was in control, and he took his time exploring every inch of you with his mouth. His tongue traced circles around your clit before dipping lower to tease at the entrance of your core.

You couldn't help but arch off the ground as he continued to tease and build up the tension inside you. It was like he knew exactly what you needed – when to be gentle and when to push you over the edge.

Just when you thought you couldn't take it anymore, Lewis plunged two fingers deep inside of you, causing a scream of pleasure to escape from your lips. He set a steady pace with his fingers while using his thumb to play with your clit. The cold metal of his grill against your skin heightened the sensations, bringing you closer to climax as he sucked on your sensitive nub with fervor. It felt as though he was savoring every moment as if it were his last meal.

You moaned as he added a third finger, stretching you in the most delicious way possible. The pressure was building inside you like a volcano ready to erupt.

"Sir...oh my God...fuck."

"Are you going to cum for me, love?" he crooned menacingly, his voice thick with desire. You could only nod your head in response, unable to form any coherent words as the pleasure consumed you.

But Lewis wasn't satisfied with just a nod. He wanted to hear it from you – he wanted to hear you say it out loud.

"Use your words, pretty girl. Are you gonna cum for Sir?" he demanded, his tone commanding and seductive all at once.

You groaned in frustration at the interruption but knew that Lewis was right. You needed to let go and permit yourself to fully surrender to him.

"Yes," you moaned, your voice trembling with need. "Yes...I'm gonna cum for Sir."

Lewis smiled against your skin, the gold metal on his teeth tickling your skin. He increased the pace of his fingers, seeking to find the rhythm that would make you scatter. And then, as if on cue, he began to suckle harder, his tongue flicking and dancing in perfect harmony with his fingers as they plunged in and out of your wet heat.

A wave of pure pleasure washed over you and your entire body seized up, and a cry of release escaped from your lips.

"Oh, fuck!" you screamed, your whole body shaking as you convulsed with your orgasm.

Lewis continued to work his magic on your sensitive body until the last tremors subsided, slowly easing off his touch as he climbed back up beside you. You were panting heavily as he wrapped an arm around your waist and pulled you close to him.

"Well done, love," he whispered into your ear before placing a gentle kiss on your temple. "You're such a good girl for me....but that was just the warm-up."

Lewis abruptly pulled back and rose to his feet. Your body felt weak and blissed out from the intense pleasure, but curiosity got the better of you. What did Sir have planned next?

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blackgalreader · 22 days

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Black Writers Who Write for Lewis Hamilton

Here's a list of some of my fave black writers who write for the amazingly talented 8 time WDC, Lewis Hamilton:

@mauvecherie-writes

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verstappensrealwife · 12 days

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Breaking the contract - Lewis Hamilton x Driver!Reader

fluff, smut.

approx. 1800 words.

warnings: sex, swearing, me not following any sort of time line.

a/n: I tried a new format with more "speech" but i low-key went back to my descriptive ways towards the end... whoops! ----- also i haven't proof read yet :P

lewis hamilton masterlist - here. f1 masterlist - here.

When you signed the contract to join MercedesAMG in 2019, you had also signed that you “would not partake in romantic relations within the team”. That was easy. All because they didn’t say you couldn’t have sexual relations people within the team.

It started in August of 2019, just after the hungarian grand prix there were, of course, big celebratory events to kick off summer break.

You had held one yourself at your home in Monaco, inviting all the drivers, as well as some other people of course.

The house, nestled on the cliffs of Monaco overlooking the azure Mediterranean, exuded an air of opulence and sophistication. Its sleek, modern design boasted floor-to-ceiling windows that offered panoramic views of the glittering coastline below. Inside, the décor was a blend of contemporary elegance and minimalist chic, with plush furnishings and tasteful artwork adorning the walls.

As guests arrived, the sound of laughter and lively chatter filled the air, mingling with the gentle hum of music playing in the background. The atmosphere was electric, charged with the excitement of the recent race and anticipation for the upcoming summer break. Amidst the throng of glamorous guests, you moved with ease, playing the gracious host and ensuring everyone felt welcome in your luxurious abode.

“You know i deserved to win…” Lewis said behind you, you rolled your eyes and spun around. “… It’s true! I mean 0.012 seconds faster is stupid- I should have won.

“Are you not bored of your own voice sometimes?” You asked with a laugh. “Because I am.”

“I’m sure you could get used to it,” He smirked rather flirtily, “In a different context of course…” You looked around to see the rest of the grid, and anyone else who had showed up, to be having a good time, lots of laughs and well… free booze meant lots of chatter to cover up what lewis was whispering in your ear. “Look, love, I know you want something and it’s not gonna be the championship,”

“Oh Lewis, how you underestimate me!” You smile, “I know how to easily distract you from winning,” - he looked at you to carry on - “Well how about… every race you don’t win, you get to make me do anything you want! Tweet something, post something, anything.”

“Anythi-“

“That’s what I said…” You replied, cutting him off before smiling innocently and walking away. He followed eagerly.

“Well- Well- since i’ve not won 5 of the races this year so far do i get those prizes?” he asked, you shrugged and nodded. “And you truly mean ANYTHING I want from you…” - You nod once again- “Meet me upstairs?”

You smirked and walked away… towards the stairs.

And it carried on to 2021 before stopping for a while since Lewis had found- in his words- “The one.”

“The one” also cheated on him in 2023 and left him for you to fix.

Yes despite fucking, you were good friends with him before that and continued to be outside of your agreement.

He came to you first, immediately after she had left. He banged on your wooden doors and as soon as you opened it, he was on you. Kissing you. Holding you. Grabbing you.

“This is to make up for the last 2 years we’ve missed.” He mumbled against your neck as he pushed you towards the nearest surface, kitchen counter. “God how I've missed you— th-this.”

Your top was somewhere near the door, your shorts not far behind, and now you stood legs apart, chest against the cold of the countertops as he fucked you to no end.

The intensity of the moment was overwhelming, fueled by months, years, of unspoken desires and suppressed emotions. As Lewis's hands roamed hungrily over your skin, every touch ignited a fiery passion that threatened to consume both of you. With each kiss and caress, the weight of the past two years melted away, replaced by a raw and primal need that pulsed between you. Lost in the whirlwind of sensation, you surrendered to the ecstasy of the moment, giving in to the magnetic pull of his touch. The kitchen counter provided a makeshift altar for your reunion, bearing witness to the fervent connection that transcended words. In that fleeting instant, nothing else mattered except the intoxicating dance of bodies and souls intertwined in a desperate embrace. As the echoes of pleasure reverberated through the room, it was clear that this was more than just a physical reunion—it was a soul-deep communion of two hearts seeking solace in each other's arms.

In the hazy aftermath of passion, as the echoes of your shared ecstasy lingered in the air, you found yourselves entwined in a tangle of limbs and whispered promises. With each ragged breath, the boundaries between past and present blurred, and for a fleeting moment, you existed in a timeless realm where only the intensity of your connection mattered.

Lewis's gaze, dark and intense, bore into yours with a raw vulnerability that mirrored your own, laying bare the depths of longing and desire that had simmered beneath the surface for so long.

“Well…” You say, “What happened at home?” You giggle at the obscurity of this situation. Now lay on the bed- no you don't remember when you moved from the kitchen to here.

He huffed a laugh back, “She was… not the one.”

Sitting in the sweltering Bahrain heat, beads of sweat glistening on your brow, you impatiently awaited the arrival of your helmet, a symbol of the impending battle on the track. The air crackled with anticipation, the thrum of engines and the bustle of the paddock serving as a backdrop to the fevered excitement building within you. Around you, your mechanics moved with precision and purpose, their expert hands ensuring every nut and bolt of your car was meticulously inspected and fine-tuned to perfection. With each passing moment, the tension mounted, a palpable energy that pulsed through the air like an electric current.

And then, as the sun beat down relentlessly, the moment arrived. With a flourish, your helmet was placed in your hands, a potent talisman imbued with the promise of victory. With a steady hand, you secured it in place, the familiar weight settling comfortably on your shoulders like a suit of armour. In that instant, you were no longer just a driver, but a warrior poised for battle, ready to conquer the asphalt and seize glory on the track.

And conquer you did. As the lights went out and the roar of engines filled the air, you surged forward with a fierce determination, every fibre of your being focused on one singular goal: victory. With each corner conquered and each straight conquered, your lead grew, stretching wider and wider with each passing lap. The competition faded into insignificance as you carved through the desert heat like a blazing comet, leaving your rivals in the dust and crossing the finish line with a commanding lead of almost twelve seconds.

As the chequered flag waved in triumph, a surge of adrenaline flooded your veins, mingling with the heady rush of victory and the anticipation of what awaited you beyond the confines of the track. Tonight, amidst the backdrop of celebration and jubilation, you knew that the real race would begin—a battle of passion and desire that would leave you breathless and exhilarated, lost in the fiery embrace of the one who fueled your most primal instincts. With a wolfish grin, you licked your lips in anticipation, the promise of the night ahead igniting a fire within you that burned hotter than the desert sun.

As the haze of sleep began to dissipate, Lewis's urgent voice pierced through the fog, pulling you from the depths of slumber into the harsh reality of the moment. With a groan, you rolled over, finding yourself nestled against his side, his presence a comforting anchor amidst the confusion of waking. His words tumbled out in a rush, laden with anxiety and apprehension, as he relayed the unsettling news that threatened to disrupt the fragile equilibrium of your clandestine affair.

Beneath the dim glow of the bedside lamp, you sat up, the cool air of the hotel room sending a shiver down your spine as you focused on the screen of Lewis's phone. The harsh light illuminated the evidence of your indiscretion, casting a harsh spotlight on the secret world you had carefully constructed away from prying eyes. Yet, despite the gravity of the situation, a sense of defiance stirred within you, a stubborn refusal to let fear dictate the course of your actions.

Lewis's words were rushed as he spoke of potential repercussions, his voice tinged with a vulnerability that belied his outward confidence. In that moment, your lips sought his in a tender kiss, a silent reassurance that spoke volumes of unspoken longing and shared intimacy. “Calm down, okay, we will be fine.” You said, trying to reassure the both of you

“But they’ll think we’re a couple and–”

“And that's so bad?” You asked, offended.

“What- wha no no no! God, no. You are… great. More than that you’re perfect and I’d be very willing to break my contract if it means to be with you…” He stopped talking, realising he had said all too much. The weight of Lewis's confession hung heavy in the air, his words a potent blend of vulnerability and longing that stirred something deep within you. In the stark silence that followed, the enormity of his revelation washed over you like a tidal wave, leaving you reeling in its wake.

For so long, you had danced on the razor's edge of desire, navigating the treacherous waters of secrecy and deceit with practised ease. Yet, in that moment of unguarded honesty, the facade crumbled, leaving you exposed and vulnerable to the tumultuous emotions swirling within.

With a trembling hand, you reached out to brush away the strands of hair that clung to Lewis's forehead, the touch of your fingertips a tentative gesture of reassurance amidst the uncertainty that threatened to consume you both. In his eyes, you saw a reflection of your own turmoil, a silent plea for understanding and acceptance that resonated deep within your soul.

"Let's keep this to ourselves," you whispered, the words a sacred vow of secrecy and devotion that echoed in the quiet space between you. Lewis nodded in fervent agreement.

In that moment, amidst the chaos of conflicting emotions and uncertain futures, you found solace in the knowledge that you were not alone—that together, you would face whatever trials lay ahead, hand in hand, bound by the unbreakable bond of love and shared understanding. And as you leaned into his embrace, the world faded away, leaving only the two of you entwined in a silent vow of devotion that transcended the boundaries of time and space.

GOD I AM BAD AT ENDINGS FUCK

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wash day, l. hamilton

pairing: he (lewis hamilton) x she (black fem oc) content: non-physical intimacy is just as important as physical intimacy. warnings: none. an: the girlies want lh content, so here we are! likes are cool, but we love reblogs and comments! let me know what you think <3

The soft pallets of her fingertips danced along his scalp. Her manicured nails brushed the sides of his temples, swiping away any beads of stress and insecurity that might have lingered longer than needed. Her gentle actions pulled a moan from his throat. She smiled softly.

A soft hum from the fan in the bathroom was the only sound that could be heard. That and the sloshing of the water in the tub when they moved ever so slightly.

She combed through the beautiful coils upon his head with her fingers carefully. With ease, the knots and tangles broke away. Strands of his hair fell upon her wrist as she raked through his locks.

Wash day was her favorite as much as it was his. It was a time for intimacy between them that did not require any sexual activity. Non-sexual intimacy was important. She stood by the sentiment and was willing to die on the hill most desired to climb upward in competition. There were important things, she noted, that deserved cultivation and just as much attention as learning her partner’s body. If she was honest, she felt closer to him in moments like these compared to when his body was pressed against hers.

She easily remembered the first time she participated in wash day with him. She came over one Sunday afternoon and found him in the bathroom scrubbing away at his scalp with his shirt drenched in water. She vividly remembered giggling at his state and offering to lend a hand, which he desperately needed. Sure, some people did his hair for him, but he figured he’d try it out himself. He did learn, however, he enjoyed it when she did it. There was something about being trapped between her legs as she wrapped his ringlets around her fingers, that he couldn’t get enough of.

“My hands are starting to prune,” she admitted as she dropped her hands into the water. She swished her hands to remove the remnants of deep conditioner trapped between her fingers. “You let this sit for a few minutes. I’m gonna rinse off in the other shower.”

She pressed her hands against the floor of the tub to push her body up, but his hands against her thighs halted her movements. “Mhm, stay.” His fingers danced along her calves.

“By the time you get out, I’ll be waiting for you. I don’t want to shrivel up,” she replied, tapping his shoulder. With a dissatisfied groan, he released her body from the trap he had her in. She pecked his neck as she stood to her feet.

His eyes were on her as she walked towards the rack that held her black towel. His eyes followed the droplets of water that slivered down her chest, to her hips, and down her brown legs. His tongue grazed over his lip. She sent him a wink before exiting the bathroom and starting towards the other one.

He joined her hardly ten minutes later. She jumped when she felt his hands on her hips. She turned in his arms, gently shoving his shoulder as a repercussion for scaring her. The playful scowl on her lips did nothing but only egg on his desire for her.

“Sorry, baby,” he mumbled, drawing her wet body close to his. She hummed in response, allowing her lips to brush against his. Her teeth gently nipped along his bottom lip before capturing his mouth completely in a steam-filled kiss. She swallowed his quiet noises and broke away before his wandering hands spurred her on.

The warm water beating against them only intensified the heat burning between them. By the time the fire was extinguished, the water was as cold as a winter day, probing them to exit the shower.

“You don’t make yourself discreet at all,” she said while looking over her shoulder at her lover who smiled innocently. He was perched against the doorframe, a gray towel tied tightly around his waist. His damp hair leaked small droplets of water that slid down his bare chest. He smiled at her.

She shook her head and continued to moisturize. She slid on a clean shirt and underwear. She sat on their shared bed and ushered for him to get dressed so she could finish his hair.

“You want two pieces left out or not?” she trailed off once he sat on the floor between her legs. Beside her was the “hair bin” filled with the creams, serums, gels, and oils they used on their thick locks.

“No,” he replied, lifting his arms to place them on her thighs. His fingers drew imaginary doodles on her skin. Mumbling a quiet, “Okay,” she retrieved what she needed from the hair bin and began combing his hair softly.

Small conversations and little comments were made, but, a comfortable, silence dawned over them. She was focused on parting, moisturizing, and braiding his ringlets, and he was basking in the relaxation he felt. He nodded off a few times, only to be awoken by her giggles.

“I’m almost done, baby,” she assured. She took a nice amount of oil in her palms and rubbed them together, taking the time to massage his scalp softly. She ran her hands over his hair, watching as the curls jumped under her fingertips. She wiped her glistening hands on an old towel and then patted his shoulder.

“You’re good to go. Tie it up.” She tossed a black durag at him, which he caught with easily.

“Thank you, baby.” He kissed her gently. She smiled and pushed the hair bin to the side, making a mental note to put it away in the morning.

Tiredly, she pushed her body up the bed and swiped her scarf from underneath her pillow. It was silk and smelled like a variety of oils. She tied the fabric around her twisted hair and laid against the pillow. Just moments later he climbed in bed next to her. He was quick to engulf her in his arms and press a gentle kiss against her forehead.

“You know I love you right?”

“Mhm,” she hummed. “I love you too. That’s the only reason I’ll spend four hours doing your hair every month.”

“I’m lucky to have you,” he said in response. His words were muffled as his lips moved against her neck. She sighed softly at the feeling of the open-mouthed kisses against her neck and his hands against the flesh of her thighs.

“I’m lucky to have you,” she replied quietly. “and also lucky that wash day is over. I’m going to bed; cuddle me.”

Lewis hummed and slid his hand beneath her shirt, palming the heavy flesh of her chest. “Yes ma’am.”

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Title: Forever & Ever & Ever & Ever---But Not Right Now **

Lewis Hamilton x Reader

Warning: Heavy, Heavy, Heavy angst, 18 + Mature Content, NSFW, Mild Smut, TW: Possible Toxic Love

Words: 5.4k

Summary: You and Lewis have had an on and off relationship for the last 3 years. You’re never together for too long before one or both of you initiate “taking a break”. However, the breaks never last long and you always end up right back in each other’s arms.

Note: Inspired by a song by FLETCHER; “Forever”. This has quite a bit of angst, but I hope you enjoy. I tried my best with British slang (I think I failed LOL; I apologize)

Note II: Any Italic Text after the first/opening line is conversation from a memory. Hopefully that’s clear. Also, I’m trying a different way to incorporate text messages. Lemme know what you think. Also don’t come for me if you hate reader...I kinda do too.

Thank you for reading. If you enjoyed this, please, LIKE, COMMENT, REBLOG!!

***NOT Edited/Proofread***

***Interactive***

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-Lewis-

This is—you know who this is, Y/N. Sorry I couldn’t pick up, I promise it’s not personal, leave a message and I’ll call you back. Text me if you want a reply faster. Kisses.

Beeeeeep.

“Hey poppet—sorry, old habits. Y/N, it’s Lew. Um—I—I thought you’d pick up. Guess I was barmy for that. uh—I’m back in town for a spot. I know Mart said he was having some sort of thing tomorrow night and I wanted to know if you’re going. Give me a call—or text. Whatev.”

He sighed then ended the call and tossed his cell phone onto the table in front of him. Part of him felt as if she shouldn’t have called but the other half that made him call felt disappointed. He didn’t know why he’d expected you to pick up. In the last month, you’d probably picked up forty percent of his calls then called him back ten percent, however you always texted him back. The contents of those texts weren’t exactly stress free most of the time.

Thinking back to the last text exchange from a few weeks ago, he gripped his head then raked his fingers through his freshly loosened hair that still held the crimp from the braids. Groaning, he dropped back onto the lounger couch and stared at the abstract chandelier above him. as if he needed to refresh his memory, he grabbed his phone then found the messages.

Thursday, July, 13

MSG Poppet: Sorry didn’t see this till today. (10:00pm)

MSG: Funny, I saw you’d read it when I sent it. 3 days ago. (10:05pm)

MSG Poppet: 🙄 Really? I must have glanced it and forgot to reply. I was really busy. (10:30pm)

Friday, July, 14

MSG Poppet: Are you mad now? (12:15am)

MSG: Poppet: You are, aren’t you? (12:25am)

MSG: Why would I be mad Y/N? (12:27am)

MSG Poppet: Because whenever we talk you always get mad at me. It sucks. (12:30am)

MSG: Seriously? I wonder why I’m always getting mad at you. Like really Y/N, do you think it doesn’t suck for me too? You think I want to be mad? (12:31am)

MSG: 😩 I’m sorry. (12:45am)

MSG Poppet: No. Don’t apologize, I know it’s my fault. I know I’m horrible for what I’m doing. 😔 (12:50am)

MSG: Then stop. God, I don’t want to do the beating each other up bit. (12:51am)

MSG Poppet: Me neither. It just always happens when we talk. (12:53am)

MSG: Poppet, I want things to be different between us. (12:59am)

MSG Poppet: I gotta go. Talk later. 💋 (1:00am)

Re-reading it only made him see the hopelessness of your relationship. Anytime he began to get serious with wanting to address the problems you disappeared. When he disappeared, you reemerged with texts and calls only for when he reciprocated for you to fall off the face of the Earth again. When he tried to bring up your relationship you always found a way to change the subject and inevitably the subject was dropped until the next time. With you for the last three years everything had been one roller coaster.

Thinking back to the start of your relationship, he could officially call it a whirlwind romance. The night of his victory party was epic. The DJ was playing banger after banger, the drinks were strong, and the women beautiful. He’d only planned to stop by for an hour or two because he was exhausted after everything he had to do after the win. However, when he was sitting with his friends just enjoying the good vibes you caught his eye from across the room making a killing at a pool table with each impossible trick shot.

From the minute he saw you sitting at the edge of the pool table with your fishnet stocking clad legs crossed and the bright red stick in your hand that matched your bright red lips, he couldn’t take his eyes off you. He watched you egg everyone on making them place higher and higher bets on the odds of you making a successful shot sequence that you called out then proceed to hit every single shot. From afar, he couldn’t tell one thing about you but from afar he was sure he’d fallen in love with you right then and there.

From then, one or two hours turned to three or four, then five, six, until he was watching the sunrise with you on the hotel penthouse suite’s balcony, both of you wearing absolutely nothing. It was a night to never forget, a night where he laughed more than he’d ever laughed, flirted heavier than ever and felt the tightest connection he’d ever felt. A connection that led to soulful kisses and the most night of sex he’d ever experienced. When the sun began to rise, he didn’t want his time with you to end. You felt the same and that one night led to an impromptu two-week vacation for two in Mallorca where the only activities done were eating, swimming, and fucking.

From that two-week vacation, things between you took off literally and figuratively, where he went you came along, when he was racing you were in the stands in the family section. In between work, you were there to make sure he made time for play, and it was through him you’d experienced may of your firsts. He was having the time of his life and each day he fell deeper and harder for you. The number of deep conversations you had over the first year blew his mind, he felt you knew him better than most and treasured you like the queen you were.

He'd been so deep that he didn’t see the flip side coming. At the sixteen months mark of your relationship, you’d started to act differently. His calls went unanswered, and his call back took longer and longer, his texts went hours without a reply and then the way you were with him felt as if you were trying to put distance between you. When the words came out your mouth “I think we should take a break”, he actually felt his world stop. He was right about to get in his car for a race. He’d called you because he wanted to hear your voice before. It had been a big mistake. Not only did he lost that race by coming in third, but he’d also crashed which led to him placing third.

As for the reason for “the break”, “We’ve been together so much that I’ve pushed my life and goals to the side. We need to focus on ourselves.” Did it break him? Hell yes it did. He was completely blindsided by it and what made it worse was you dropping off the face of the Earth for the next three months. If he wanted to find anything out related to you, he had to see it on social media. You were having the time of your life and none of it looked goal oriented, unless your goals were all about living it up. You were at parties, events, modeling gigs, afterparties and even on the arm of a few other celebrities for a night or two. That was what hurt him the most. You’d begun to act like a new person, someone he didn’t recognize. That made him want to turn back into who he was before you. To dull his pain, he did revert. He woke up beside a different woman nearly every morning, sometimes two or three. He couldn’t remember a name to save his life and all their faces blended together after a while. However, nothing really helped.

When he’d bumped into you a few months after the breakup at the same restaurant, he could feel something was there between you. The pull to you was as strong as it ever was, not a damn thing had changed for him. He still wanted you—still loved you. Throughout dinner he tried to keep his eyes off of you but failed. Every time he looked over to your table, he found your eyes on him and that little bit of contact broke open the gates that he’d built around his heart the last several months. You smiled and he knew that you knew you had him right where you wanted him.

That night, you showed up to his hotel room and like the idiot he was he invited you in to talk but there were no words spoken—not with your mouths. They say make-up sex was the most incredible thing ever. He could attest to that but that hadn’t turned out to be make-up sex. It was I miss you; I love you; I need you sex for him but for you though he wanted it to be the same, and though it felt like it was the same, he feared it was something else.

“I think I could love you forever and ever and ever and ever.” Those were the words you said to him when he’d told you he loved you. His heart skipped a beat when you’d said them, then it plummeted when you said, “As long as forever and ever and ever and ever don’t start right now.” He didn’t know what the fuck that meant, but he did. It all boiled down to not wanting to be with him. Not wanting him.

“You know I think you’re perfect. It’s timing. You’re the type I’d want to spend my whole life with, but you won’t be the one I’ll spend tomorrow tonight with.”

Your words felt like a professional punch to the gut. He had to actually bend over to catch his breath from that one. It cut deeper than he could admit. That was when the argument began.

“What the fuck kind of shit is that to say to me after you just spent tonight with me?!”

“We’re just in two different places.”

He was stunned. It was like speaking to some embodiment of you, an embodiment who hadn’t experienced the last year and a half.

“So, what the fuck was the last eighteen months about? What place were we both in then? Different places too?”

You’d sighed like this was stressing you out, but he didn’t care. He needed an answer.

“Answer me!”

“We were but—I just—I can’t—uugh. I want to be young, Lewis.”

“How am I stopping you from being young? I know I’m a few years older than you, but I’ve never tried to shame you for it.”

“Uuuugh, I wanna be young and party every night, I want to act dumb with my friends, meet different people, live free and carelessly without thinking of anyone else and worrying if what I am doing will hurt or if I have to say sorry for it. I want to have experiences and know what it’s like to be shameless with my body. You are the third man I’ve slept with. You’ve slept with tens of women and feel no shame over it.” You were shouting now as if by raising your voice the shit you were saying would make sense. It didn’t—not really.

“So, you came home with me tonight to fuck me and what disappear again and fuck someone else tomorrow and the night after that and on and on? What the fuck do you really want, Y/N? What!”

The silence in the suite suddenly became deafening, a drastic change from the shouting match from seconds before. He watched two tears roll down your cheeks and his gut twisted. He hated fighting with you, hated what was happening and half of him wanted to comfort you but the other half couldn’t bring himself to cross the space between you. It was much vaster than it appeared to be it was a chasm that couldn’t be crossed with a few strides.

“How am I supposed to feel, Y/N? Have you thought about that?”

“Of course! I just—I don’t think we should--.”

Unspoken words hung in the air between you.

“We should what? Don’t bite your tongue now!”

“Be together—right now,” you finished.

He stood there staring at you. There was so much turmoil bubbling within him, so many conflicting emotions, so many unspoken words, unspoken hurts. You must have seen it through his eyes because you took a step to him but without even thinking he stepped back. The action made you stop in your tracks and another set of tears rolled down your cheeks. Unable to help himself, a tear steaked his cheek.

“Lewis--,” you began taking more steps to him. This time you didn’t stop, you crossed to him and cupped his jaw then swiped his tear with your thumb.

“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.”

“You’re not.”

Your eyes met and the interesting part for him was he saw the same turmoil in your eyes, saw pain. It only made him angrier though. You lifted your other hand and cupped the other side of his face, and you stood there not speaking though he wished you’d say something—anything to wipe away the last ten minutes. He silently plead with you to do just that but the longer you remained silent the more pieces his heart shattered into. Someone had to walk away first or else he would say or do something else and made a further fool of himself.

Lifting his hands, he gripped your wrists then pulled your hands away from his face.

“Lewis—don’t—please--.”

He sniffled then cleared his throat. “You should go—go be young, go party every night, go be dumb with your friends, go meet different people, go live free and carelessly without thinking of anyone else or worrying if what you’re doing will hurt them or if you have to say sorry for it, go have your experiences and know what it’s like to be shameless with your body--,” he had to pause them because the emotion in him clogged his throat stopping the next words.

Clearing his throat, he held your eyes and fought against you fighting to put your hands back on his face. He knew if you touched him again, he would brush this under the rug. He was too close to playing your fool again. Clenching his jaw, he forged ahead, “Go fuck as many men as you want to and don’t feel not an ounce of shame. Go live your life Y/N, go live it—without me.”

You scrunched your face and a river of tears streamed down your cheeks.

“No, I don’t want to lose you though,” you feebly replied.

Ignoring you he continued, “I wish you every happiness and I hope you find exactly what you’re looking for.”

He pushed your hands down once and for all and only held your eyes for a few more seconds before he turned away from you and walked off.

He couldn’t fight the emotions that the memories brought on. If only that had been the last time, you’d seen each other or been entangled in each other’s arms. What followed was a year of back and forth. You would claim you missed him too much and wanted to try again and you’d try but five or six months later you both took turns on who was the one to end things. The last time eight months ago was you. he didn’t know why he just hadn’t moved on already. It wasn’t the sex, he was sure of it, and it wasn’t him being out of options, he had plenty and it wasn’t because he was a masochist, he preferred the Dom roll.

Deep down he knew the reason. He saw a future with you. his family saw a future with you. He knew your deepest secrets, you knew his, he knew the reasons behind everything you did and knew that you past played a greater role in your present than you let anyone believe. He saw you and you saw him and no matter what he was sure you were tied to his life for a greater purpose. Maybe you were meant to teach him love and real pain, maybe you were his test in life, maybe you were sent to really make him inspect himself and his life to make real changes. His father had always said before every man settles down for the rest of their lives, they’ll all have an enlightened moment to show you real love and he’d had that moment with you years ago. The only doubt he had was that he was uncertain that if love hurt if it was in fact real love or infatuation.

The next night he walked into Mart’s party a few hours late and put on the front of being the life of the party. An hour or so into it he’d faked it till he made it. He’d had several drinks and his worries were miles away. All he wanted to do tonight was drink, dance and have a good time, he’d earned it. He didn’t know if you were there but by the time he was huddled in a dark corner with a gorgeous ebony goddess with long legs and hypnotizing eyes he’d forgotten you—for the most part. He didn’t know how long he’d sat there and talked to her, or how long he’d avoided other women at the party who’d been showing him attention. What he did know was that he felt you before he saw you.

Fuck, he thought before his eyes moved off of the beauty he was sitting beside and slid across the room as if a south magnet attracted to its north. When he found you, your eyes were already glued to him. God, you were beautiful, he thought to himself before he tried to look away. However, he failed that attempt. It was like you were commanding him and you willed his eyes only to be on you. A slow smile spread your lips and the only reason he was able to look away was the buxom beauty beside him who placed her hand on his jaw and turned his head back to her.

“I prefer your attention here, lover.”

Her smile was seductive and mysterious all at once and that only intrigued him further. That was where his attention remained until he went to the bar an hour later for refills on their drinks. As he waited, he scrolled through his phone catching up on any work-related missed messages or emails.

“Ignoring me now?”

The hairs on his spine went up at the sound of your voice. When he looked beside him there you stood in your low-cut dress that complimented your shape and complexion so fucking well. He hated that his instinct was to look over your body, hated the fact that the look over your body was not a quick glance, hated that the look over your body elicited a reaction. His cock pulsed painfully and hardened.

His eyes scurried to your face and the mischievous smirk on your lips said you knew the effect you had on him. Goddamn you, he thought, turning his face back to his phone.

“Aw, come on don’t be that way.”

“What can I do for you, Y/N?”

“Y/N? I was Poppet last night.”

He clenched his jaw at the reminder of his slip up on his voicemail.

“You actually listened to my voicemail, wow. Do you want a cookie?”

He looked at you, your smirk hadn’t faded. Placing your hand on your hip he fought the urge to look at the fullness he knew was there.

“Nah, cookies are for little girls. Big girls prefer better rewards.”

You gave his body a once over as you sank your teeth into your plum painted bottom lip.

“Bigger—rewards,” you added, eyes glued to the front of his pants.

He was sure you could see your effect. Knowing it would be worse to try and hide it he stayed where he was but cut his eyes.

“Boo, you’re no fun,” you said with a whine in your voice. “Don’t tell me little miss long legs took all of that and left none for me.”

He could hear the saltiness in your voice. He smirked then turned to you. He had the upper hand right now even though you knew that his body wanted you.

“So what if she has? What business of yours is that?”

You stared at him bit didn’t speak.

“Think she wants to take more than fun from me,” he said lurching his hips forward for emphasis making sure you got his gist.

It was then your smirk slipped, and he knew you were grinding your teeth.

“Jealousy doesn’t look good on you—poppet.”

You flared your nostrils, rolled your eyes then turned to the bar placing yourself shoulder to shoulder with him.

“Jealous, that’s laughable. I doubt I have anything to be jealous about. Yes, she’s gorgeous but beauty doesn’t tend to hold you for long.”

Your voice was dripping with cockiness. Shaking his head, he scoffed. “As if you would know what holds me for long.”

“I think I do—me.”

Your eyes met again, and the fire, electricity and pull were still there. Fuck he was stupid, he thought. Shaking his head, he looked away. It was then the bartender slid him the two drinks he’d ordered but he also placed four shot glasses in front of you. They smelled familiar.

“See you around, Y/N.”

Before he walked off, you slide two his way then raised your eyebrows. “For old time’s sake?”

You waited but you didn’t look in the least bit worried he’d turn you down. This confidence was one of the many things he loved about you. In the beginning, it was endearing and sexy, now it was sexy but rubbed so wrong. Sighing, he took up one of the glasses then held it up ready to knock it back.

“No toast?”

“What do you want to toast to?”

You smirked and took up your own shot glass.

“To tonight.”

He quirked his brow confused by your meaning but shook his head and knocked it back. A second after he put the glass onto the bartop he grabbed the other and waited for you. Your smirk was wider, and he watched you cross to him pressing your body onto his. You went to his ear.

“And you getting to bury that bone inside of me in that dark corner behind the bar.”

Your lips grazed the tattoo on his neck before you pulled back to slowly down the drink never taking your eyes off of his. He hesitated for a few moments then drank it down. Once finished, he leaned to you and felt victory when your eyes dipped to his lips and angled your head back ready for his lips. Passing them, he went to your ear.

“Oh, I’ll bury this bone inside of someone in a dark corner tonight, but I doubt it’ll be you who gets the pleasure, poppet.”

A once sweet and loving nickname between the two of you was now used as a weapon and he knew you knew the difference of its usage every time he did it. With that, he moved from you with drinks in hand and walked off. It took a few moments, but your reply came just as he expected.

“I look forward to making you eat those words.”

Giving himself credit, he scoffed he may want you, but he wouldn’t give in. Two hours later it was apparent he’d given himself too much credit because he was currently behind the same bar, in the dark corner you’d alluded to, balls deep inside of you with your legs wrapped around his waist and your back pressed against the wall. The loud bass of the music had the wall shaking throwing off his thrusts just a little but thankfully drowning out your screams, moans, and squeals. He didn’t want this in the tabloid rags the next day. He didn’t need the entire world knowing how stupid he was. He felt it.

“Yes, yes, fuck Lewis! Right there, right fucking there!”

He groaned then pistoned his hips into you enhancing his speed. With each thrust forward, you grabbed onto him while your head banged into the wall. It didn’t seem to hurt because upon every collision you smiled. Perhaps you were the masochist and perhaps he liked that a little bit.

“Fuck you’re gonna make me cum all over this big dick,” you whined as you began rocking your body like a wave and using him as your anchor.

”Fuck—lemme feel it. Lemme feel you.”

You both moaned and panted. He was chasing the pleasure that only seemed right with you, you hit different. When you bit his earlobe and dug your nails into the back of his neck, he knew just how close he was and by how tightly you clenched around him as if you were preventing him from disappearing, he knew you were too.

“Fuck me papi, fuck me so good I never forget who I belong to.”

He didn’t know if it was the use of his pet name, a name he hadn’t heard from your lips in over eight months or if it was your words.

“Fuck me so good I never forget who I belong to.”

Pulling back, he looked into your eyes and even in this dark corner he could make them out perfectly. His fast movements slowed and changed. In the blink of an eye, he’d moved from fucking you senseless to making love to you in this dark corner of this club. In a matter of seconds, he’d gone from a drunken desperate need for release to the chains on his heart rattling threatening to break apart. Your jaw dropped, and your hand cupped his jaw. Fuck he thought, his weakness.

“Only you papi, only you,” you whined.

What the fuck, he thought. Were you so drunk off your ass that you didn’t know what you were saying or was he fucking you so right that this was the pleasure talking?

His brain struggled to catch up to his body and the need to cum washed over him like a tidal wave.

“Fuck, your pussy feels so good.”

“It’s your pussy,” you instantly screeched.

That was all he needed to hear before he was cumming with the force of a heard of angry bulls. He came so hard that he almost pummeled you through the wall. You screamed in his ear and held him close as your body shook. Neither of you moved for several long minutes. Neither of you spoke. It was like in this moment in time everything was stilled—paused and the past hadn’t happened, and the future was still this optimistic beautiful dream that was within reach. A happily ever after was still possible. He was reluctant to let that go. Even when fatigue attacked his body and limbs, he still clung to you, even when he could feel his seed seeping out of you and down his still hard dick, and even when he felt the shake of your body subside but another tremble begin. This was the trembling of crying.

It felt like the time was persistently nudging him fighting against his will to keep it stopped. It was a battle between his three-year desire for nothing but you and time who wanted his eyes to open to reality—or perhaps his destruction. Time was a relentless fuck and like a barreling train his surroundings came back. The loud music attacked his ears and the beating against the wall became impossible to ignore. Another thing that was impossible to ignore, was the wetness on his shoulder, the shoulder your head was draped over. The protector in him knew what was happening and he wanted to make everything right, wanted to help you. When he started to pull back, you held him there.

“Stop, wait. Don’t look at me.”

Your voice was clouded. It was the last confirmation he needed that you were crying.

“Poppet--.”

“Please don’t call me that. It’ll only make this harder for me,” you whispered against the shell of his ear.

Harder for you? You held him tighter, though he expected you to push him away. He waited for you to continue but you didn’t automatically. It felt like hours before you spoke again.

“Fuck your timing. Oh god, why.”

Your body shook again, and he heard your sobs over the music. Burying your face into his neck, you muffled the sound but the force of which your body shook rocked him to his core. Trying his hardest to remain strong, he held you not daring to move one muscle.

“Po—Y/N,” he began.”

“I wish—I wish so fucking bad--. If I could love you then I would love you. You don’t even fucking—understand.”

You sniffled as you spoke through your tears then buried your face into his neck again. You breathed him in at the same time he breathed you in. The strength he’d been clinging to so desperately was gone. A tear slipped from his eye, and he clenched his jaw hoping to prevent any more.

“Y/N--,” he began but you cut him off.

“I can’t—I--.” You groaned then took a breath.

“I’m letting go—and even though it hurts—fuck it hurts so fucking much papi.”

The usage of his pet name again didn’t miss him and that was what ruined him.

“Poppet.”

“Close your eyes. Please.”

Clenching his jaw, he listened. Slowly everything drowned out, the throng of people rubbing up against each other around him, the music, the scent of the different drinks being made that was mixed with the scent of weed, and everything in between. All that was left was you and him.

“If I could love you and dear god I want to, I really, really want to love you right. But right now—I’m letting you go. I have to. Fuck—I have to.”

You sounded like you were trying to convince yourself. He was barely hanging on at this point.

“You have to let me go. You have to let me let you go. Can you do it?”

He shook his head and held you tighter at the same time you held him tighter.

“I can’t—but I have to, or you’ll hate me more.”

“I love you.”

“You deserve more.”

With that, you released him and unwrapped your legs from around his waist. He pressed you into the wall more refusing to do what he knew he had to do. It had come to the point where holding on was more painful.

“You can’t love me for the both of us.”

Those were the words that broke through. It dawned on him now that he had been doing just that this whole time. It wasn’t about if you loved him or not. You weren’t there. Reluctantly, he stepped back allowing himself to slide from the warmth of your body. Though your feet were back on the floor, neither of you moved. His arms were still wrapped around you as yours cocooned him. Neither of you met the other’s eyes, both avoiding things and each other. You pressed your forehead into his chest right where his heart was currently shattering.

“Forever & Ever & Ever & Ever,” you said. He didn’t know how he heard you above the music and loud chatter, but he heard you loud and clear.

“But not right now,” he replied.

You released a soft sigh then hit your forehead on his chest three times then walked around and away from him.

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dilemmaontwolegs · 6 months

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End of the Road || LH44

Pairing: Lewis Hamilton x wife!reader Summary: when you and your husband both have a surprise to share you find your plans for the future clashing Warnings: 18+ only, pregnancy, angst, fluff WC: 2.9k F1 Masterlist

30th November 2025

You had waited two long years for this day to come. When Lewis had told you he was extending his contract with Mercedes back in 2023 you had struggled to accept it. You could feel your body clock counting down and wanted nothing more than to start a family with Lewis but refused to have him be a part time father because of his career. You knew he was made to be a father, you had seen it in every interaction with his nieces and nephews as well as his young fans, it was just a matter of finding the right time to retire.

That day had finally come.

You woke with a smile on your face and rolled over in Lewis’ arms to see him watching you, his own smile playing at his lips.

“Good morning, beautiful.”

There was no hiding your excitement as you pushed him onto his back and straddled his hips. Your hands rested on his chest, fingers tracing the tattoos that decorated his skin. “Are you excited, Lew?”

“I am,” he hummed as his large hands ran up your thighs to rest on your hips. “I actually have a surprise.”

Your smile grew and you dipped your head down to kiss him. “Me too.”

Lewis’ phone rang beside the bed and you saw Toto’s name flash up on the screen. With a groan, you climbed off your husband and went to start your morning routine before heading to the race. Soon, you told yourself, soon there would be no more early interruptions from team principles or blacked out SUVs arriving to take you to your next destination.

The paddock was electrifying and the crowds went wild for Lewis when he stepped out onto the grid for his final driver’s parade. You watched on proudly from the balcony above the Mercedes pit space with Roscoe by your side.

“I’m going to miss this,” you said as you bent down and scratched him under his chin. “You’re going to miss this too, or the extra attention at least.”

Roscoe looked up at you with sad eyes as if he could understand exactly what you were saying and you smiled. “But I promise you won’t be lonely. You’ll have some company soon enough.”

“And that is the end of the 2025 season. Sir Lewis Hamilton, the seven time world champion has officially won his long awaited eighth championship! What a career this man has had and he will be sorely missed by the teams and fans alike.”

Your throat was hoarse from all the screaming you had done in support of your husband as he crossed the finish line just ahead of Lando Norris to secure the title that had once been stolen from him. You couldn’t believe that after 18 years in Formula 1 he got to finish on a high. Nico Rosenberg was right to retire after winning his championship because it had been disheartening to watch so many other world champions fall down the rankings before losing their seats. It had been one of Lewis’ fears confessed in the late night conversations you shared on other ends of the world.

You picked up Roscoe and pulled a custom made shirt over his head before tucking his paws in the armholes and racing down to the pit lane. The Mercedes team made space for you to reach the metal barrier just as Lewis parked his car up one last time. Standing above the halo, he threw his fists up and let the cheers saturate his being for a moment, committing it to memory before he leapt down and kissed the car. A thank you, a farewell? You wouldn’t know.

He spotted you in an instant, flipping his visor up so you could see the tears shimmering in his eyes as he made his way over. His fingers traced the lettering that decorated the car with each step, ‘still I rise’, it was his mantra and his reminder. Those were the same letters inked across his shoulders and you had kissed them that morning before he pulled his shirt on.

Roscoe barked at his daddy’s approach and you barely kept him in your arms when Lewis reached you, pulling you both into a tight hug. His face was damp with sweat and tears when you kissed him but it didn’t register in your mind.

“I’m so proud of you!”

“Couldn’t have done it without you, darling.” His grin split his face and you could have stayed in that moment forever, but post race interviews were calling him away. “Remember that surprise?”

You nodded and he winked as he quickly stepped away to take the microphone held out to him, his fingers slipping from yours. Lewis waved to the crowd as he stepped onto the red carpet laid out and the first question had your stomach turning.

Rumours…there had always been rumours running rife around the paddock. There were rumours long before you stepped foot in the F1 world and there would be rumours long after you stepped out. But this rumour was one you hadn’t heard about.

Your ears started thrumming with the rush of blood to your head and you stopped hearing everything after Lewis smiled. You knew that smile. That was the relieved smile after successfully keeping a secret. That was the smile you had seen when he proposed to you, the same smile he had when he flew you to Barbados for your birthday.

“Yes, it’s true,” he said as he blocked one ear from the noise the crowd made. “Things changed, the seat came up unexpectedly and I said yes. I’ll be back here next year with Mercedes.”

Roscoe squirmed in your arms as you tried to take his shirt off and you placed him at your feet before he could hurt himself or you. Your hands scrambled to hold the metal as your chest began to tighten - the plans you had made together crumbling at the news.

“Roscoe!”

Your cry somehow caught Lewis’ attention over the deafening atmosphere and he turned to see his furbaby sneak under the barrier and run towards him. Dropping to his knee, still clutching the mic, Lewis greeted his regular sidekick in parc ferme.

“What’s this cute outfit?” Naomi asked with a smile as she knelt down too and read the print on the shirt you hadn’t finished removing. “Big brother?”

“I…I…” Lewis was lost for words as he read the rest and looked your way in shock. “Baby Hamilton?”

A silence spread as the microphone picked up the whisper and echoed it across the entire track. The cameras turned to you and you felt them zooming in on you, capturing the moment that was meant to be full of joy but you felt nothing except betrayal.

All eyes were on you as you nodded once, closing your eyes to hide the tears that were blurring your vision.

You didn’t hear your husband finish the interview, but you felt the moment he reached you. His presence was something you had always been attuned to and you felt the warmth of his palms before they cradled your cheek, his thumbs brushing away the tears that clung to your lashes.

“Open your eyes for me, beautiful,” he pleaded softly and you took a deep breath before they fluttered open. Pure joy met you on the face of the man who owned your heart, a happiness that came from deep within his soul as he dropped a hand to your abdomen. “We’re having a baby?”

“Can we–can we talk about this after?” you whispered after another sure nod. His brows instantly pulled into a frown but you ignored it as you took his hand and placed it on the rail. “You have a podium to claim, champ.”

He was torn as he ran a hand over this hair that you had spent hours painstakingly braiding for him before leaving Monaco but you eased his unease with a kiss to the corner of his lips. “I love you.”

“I love you too, more than anything.”

“But not more than this sport.” His back stiffened as he turned away but it should have been impossible to hear the truth you uttered beneath your breath.

You waited as a good wife, a patient wife, should, but you wished you were far away from all things Formula 1. You watched your husband take the centre stage and receive the fruits of his labour, the race trophy and the promise of the coveted WDC trophy at the FIA awards in a week's time. You tried to smile as he placed his palm over his chest before pointing at you, knowing that your initials and date of the wedding were forever marked upon the skin he touched. It was a message he sent for you, one of the many ways he communicated his love over the years.

Somewhere along the way something had been lost in translation.

You paced the private room nervously while Roscoe snored loudly on the couch in the corner. Lewis should have returned to the motorhome already but he had likely been caught up in the crowds all wanting to congratulate him on his win and his impending fatherhood. A lot of the other teams had already left the paddock and the atmosphere was quickly quietening down outside the door.

The knots in your stomach tied tighter at the knock on the door and when you opened it to see Lewis’ security your palms grew sweaty. “Where’s Lew? Is he alright?”

“He’s alright, ma’am, but there’s quite a bit of activity around him so he thought we should get you back to the hotel first.”

It wasn’t the first time that the crowds had grown too large that he wanted to keep you away. Your safety was always his priority. “Okay, but who's with him?”

“FIA security have him covered.”

You nodded and grabbed Roscoe’s leash, clipping it to his collar as he slowly lifted his head and yawned. If you weren’t already stressed you would have laughed when he dropped his head back on his paws and closed his eyes. “Come on, Rosc, I can’t carry you everywhere. Work with me here.”

He seemed to sense the change in you and began to stretch, shaking his coat out before jumping off the couch and sidling up to your feet for a quick pat. “I think we are ready, Dwayne,” you confirmed as you looked around to make sure you hadn’t missed anything.Dwayne opened the door and stepped into formation with the rest of the team around you, sheltering you out of the building and along the busy paths to where the cars were parked. You had never really felt anxious when surrounded by security but it crept in as you saw just how many people were hanging around the Mercedes building. This was more attention than you were used to, this time it was aimed at you - or more accurately the child of a champion that you carried.

You had already showered and changed by the time your husband arrived at the five star hotel you would stay at for one more night. You heard the door beep as a key card was scanned before it opened and you untucked your legs from underneath you as he walked in.

Lewis looked drained as he shucked his jacket off and draped it over the coat rack with a heavy sigh. Your eyes followed him around the room to where he grabbed a chilled bottle of water and cracked it open. His steps were slow and unsure as he walked back, coming to a stop behind the couch. You listened to the quiet thud of the empty bottle being placed on the table before a hand rested either side of your body.

“Hi,” he greeted softly.

You tipped your head back into the cushion to look up at him before rolling your head to the side and kissing the wedding band on his hand. “Hi.”

“It’s been quite the day.”

His lips twitched with a smile at the scoff you made before you reached up to him. He dipped his head until your fingertips found his skin and pulled him the rest of the way down to capture his lips.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered across your lips before pulling back and walking around the couch so he could see you properly, but he didn’t sit with you.

After a moment of watching him pace around the rug, you broke the tense silence. “You said you were going to retire.”

His eyes darted to your stomach as he ran his thumb over his lips, back and forth. “And you said you were going to wait.”

You placed your hand over the non-existent bump and sighed. “For what it is worth, I didn’t plan this - it just happened, but I thought the timing was some goddamn miracle. Until today.”

“What's that supposed to mean?”

“This changes everything, can’t you see that? I had a part time father who missed the big things because he wasn’t there, Lew, and I don’t want that for my child.” You wiped your eyes before you met his so he could see the hurt you felt. “You should have told me.”

“You should have told me.”

You laughed humorlessly and grabbed a pillow, cuddling it close as if it could hide the truth beneath it and pretend everything was okay. “Guess we both hate surprises.”

His pacing stopped dead in his tracks and he shook his head before he dropped to his knees at your feet and took your hand. “I don’t hate this surprise. Whatever else you think about me aside, I love that we are having a baby. You and me, darling. Our baby, like we always planned.”

“But you’ve made plans without me. What happens next year when you’re gone and I’m at home with a newborn? What if you miss her birth?”

“Her?” he asked as he looked up wide eyed.

“It’s too soon to find out,” you answered quietly. “I just have a feeling.”

He slowly pulled the pillow away from you before smiling as he ran the back of his fingers over your stomach. “I feel her too, strong like her mama.”

Something cracked in your chest as you finally felt the joy you were hoping for all afternoon. You saw the love and devotion he already had for his child, it was right there in his dark brown eyes that shimmered in the light of the chandelier.

“I’m sorry,” you choked, placing your hands over his.

“Me too” he rasped as he took the space beside you and pulled you onto his lap. His arms welcomed you home, offering warmth and security in their embrace while he pressed his lips to your forehead. “I’ll talk to Toto, darling, he’ll understand.”

7th December 2025

Lewis had attached himself to your hip and refused to leave your side until his name was called at the end of the awards. The final and most important trophy had been his goal for the past four years, its elusiveness at last coming to an end.

Pride radiated from you and everyone at the Mercedes table as your husband picked up the WDC trophy and kissed the polished metal.

“There’s so many people I have to thank for giving me the opportunity to win eight of these, but we would be here all night. I’ll stick to the main ones then: my beautiful wife, Y/N, who has been my biggest supporter, especially during those hard years, my not-as-beautiful team principal, Toto, for giving me a really fast car, and to all the engineers who built it. Thank you.”

Lewis looked at his reflection in the trophy and beside you Toto sniffled at what was to come. You reached over to squeeze his hand as Lewis cleared the lump in his throat.

“It’s been one hell of a journey getting here and I have met some very special people along the way, but, the most important one is yet to come and I wouldn’t miss it for the world. That is why I have chosen tonight to be the end of my road with Formula 1 but I will cherish the memories I made along the way as I start a new journey - one likely to be even harder to prepare for.”

“He’s going to be a great father,” Toto whispered as he wiped his eyes.

Your smile was beginning to ache from how long it had been on your face. “I know.”

“So,” Lewis hummed as the murmurs grew over the sudden change of heart he had compared to a week ago, “it is my honour to be the one to announce that Bianca Bustamante will be driving in Mercedes for 2026. Congratulations, Bi, you deserve it.”

Lewis held the trophy up for the flash of the photographers before leaving the stage and weaving his way back to your table. Everyone he passed gave him a standing ovation and Toto rose to meet him too, hugging each other tightly and sharing a few words of thanks before he returned to his seat beside you.

“You’re meant to thank your mum and your dad then move on,” you teased, “not make everyone cry.”

Lewis laughed, placing the trophy on table with the floral centrepieces. “Did Toto cry?”

You leaned into your husband’s side as his arm draped over your chair and you giggled with a nod. “Like a baby.”

Lewis looked at his old boss fondly before sending you a wink. “I guess I’ll just have to get used to that.”

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saintslewis · 5 months

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“𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐕𝐄𝐍 𝐎𝐑 𝐇𝐄𝐋𝐋” - 𝐋𝐇𝟒𝟒 & 𝐂𝐋𝟏𝟔

pairing: sir lewis hamilton x fem!reader x charles leclerc

summary: the angel or devil on your shoulders story has been around for centuries, everyone has their own without realising. yours want to help with your…desires after meeting you.

warnings: cussing, outfit descriptions, slight smut (i tried) (18+ MDNI), sorry for the typos!

wc: 3.8k

saint’s team radio: y’all omg. this is a whole kinktober draft and it’s only being released rn? don’t judge 😔🖐🏽. wanna release six other works so let me know if you want those and pls enjoy this 🤭 btw, this is my baby so treat her nice!! thank you wifey @lorarri for this idea, love ya!!

dividers by: @cafekitsune

taglist: @thisismeracing @lorarri @httpsserene @non-stop-imagines @goldenalbon @goldsainz (lemme know if you want to be tagged!)

kinktober with saint!

Tugging on the stranger's shirt, you whined into his mouth eagerly. His hold on your face was so strong as if he never wanted to let go of you, the two of you only meeting at a club a mere hour before.

His shoes were somehow off as he walked backwards towards the hotel bed, his knees hitting the edge of the bed and his hands eager to find the zipper on your little black dress. Your hands travelling up his shirt, feeling his skin under your soft hands. Yes it was odd that he had yet to put his hands anywhere other than your face, but you wanted him to take the lead. Finally taking a breath as he separated your swollen lips, your lip gloss smudged across his mouth. The stranger let go of your face and dug through his pockets, your hopes high thinking he would pull out protection for the rest of the night but your disappointment became present as he pulled out his phone.

"I have to pull out the playlist babe. You'll love it." The man said, his face all red and he bites his bottom lip as he went through his phone. "Oh shit, i have to make it. Give me a few, baby."

And just like that, your arousal disappeared within a second. Leaning your weight onto one of your legs, you held onto the dangling purse that never moved from your shoulder. In all honesty, you had felt quite lightheaded with you immediately blaming it on the alcohol you had earlier on. As much as you were tipsy, you were still very alert and aware of your surroundings and your decisions. However, the slight touch you felt on your waist was enough to trip you up a little, you holding your arms out to balance yourself. Furrowing your eyebrows, you quickly looked behind you only to not see anything.

The tug on your mini dress was a bit stronger, a heavy touch landing on your waist as if it were to guide you to stand straight. The sound of your heels hitting the floor quite hard startled the man in front of you, making him look up at you and smirk then continue on his phone.

The hair at the back of your neck now stood up, a smell similar to cologne wafting through the air and you knew for sure that it was neither you or him that smelled like this. As if all the liquor in your body disappeared, you took a deep breath and walked towards the man in front of you only to feel the back of your dress being pulled backwards.

"Come home." The soft yet deep voice whispered right into your ear, an accent present.

That was all it took for you to whip your body towards the hotel door, so ready to get out of there until you heard another voice in the other ear. "At least say goodbye, Y/n." This time, the voice had a twinge of rasp in it with a more pronounced accent to it.

Your gasp was far too loud for him to not hear you. The air became quite still as you felt like people were standing next to you. "Are you okay? You've been looking a little crazy over there." The man who's name you've yet to know, laughed as if he was at a comedy show.

Staring daggers into his head, you chose to keep yourself calm then answer him. "I've just got a bit of a headache so I'm gonna go." You pursed your lips together, pointing at the door with your thumb. "What? We were having so much fun, baby." He audibly whined, stomping his foot a little.

Rolling your eyes so far, you turned around to leave the room, barely muttering your goodbyes to the confused man. Walking down the hallway, you ordered your uber and headed for the elevator with your thoughts running rampage at the ghostly feeling of the large hands on your waist.

Entering the metal box, you faced the mirror and played with your messy wig a bit just shaping it up. Looking down at your heels for a split second, you lifted your head once again only to see two men in there with you. The scream you let out was haunting but the men couldn't be more relaxed, rather smiling at your fear.

"Did you even like that guy, mon cheri?" The one on your left side asked with his arms crossed, your eyes making contact in the mirror. Your breathing became much faster and the goosebumps began rising on your exposed arms. "Tell the truth, love." The one on your right spoke up, his tatted arm flexed a little as he put his hand in his pocket. All you could do was shake your head, you didn't have the courage to respond verbally because you were slightly intimidated by their stares.

The lights from the elevator flickered a little as they stood up straight, showing their height to you. "We missed you while you were gone." The tatted one leaned his arm on your shoulder, smiling at you whilst chewing his gum and his sunglasses were so dark that you couldn't see through them.

"I still can't believe you were about to fuck that guy, not to mention we had to eat human food while watching you." The one wearing an oversized hoodie and jeans said in disgust, even rolling his eyes as he leaned onto the elevator railing.

"Be nice." Leaning on your shoulder just a bit more, his smile dropped as he turned his head to look at his counterpart with a warning tone in his voice.

"Huma- who are you guys and how long is this fucking ride going to take?" You pushed his arm off you, backing up whilst looking in between the two men. "Don't worry about that, mi belle. We'll see you at home." The green eyed man finally smiled at you and pointed for you to look at the other man.

"Turn around and be calm when you walk out there." You could tell that he was staring at you through his sunglasses, patting your waist and you listened. The moment you faced the large metal doors, the two were no longer there and you looked back and forth between the door and the mirror but you were the only one standing there.

"Okay girl, no more sativa milkshakes for you." You huffed a breath out as the doors opened to a large group of men clad in suits, talking about business related things as they entered. As you walked out, you pulled your tube dress lower but felt all types of eyes on you, one man even having the audacity to grab your wrist. Looking back at the old man in disgust to shrug your hand away, you spotted the green eyed man once again standing in the back of the elevator. All he did was wink at you as you managed to unhand yourself and walk out of the elevator and watched as the door closed.

Hurrying your way through the lobby, you heard loud screams from within the elevator, startling everyone in the lobby. Those screams were horrifying, sounds of hands banging on the doors as the elevator slowly lifted, the noises fading away as everyone stared at each other in horror.

Moments later, you finally settling in the uber and sitting quietly as the car zoomed through the city, the air conditioning cooling your burning skin. Your body felt tired from everything you just experienced, your energy drained from the incredibly long night you had.

The next morning, you woke up to a glass of water and a pill on your bedside. Thinking it was your insight into the next day, you silently thanked yourself for putting it there for yourself. Sitting on your couch whilst eating grapes, you turned on your tv with the news channel blaring out the latest breaking stories.

"One dead, several injured in elevator incident at Radisson Hotel. Some may find the following description unnerving so please be warned. Here we have one of the victims with us with a broken arm. Mr Osbourne." The news anchor announced and chills ran down your spine as your eyes were glued to the screen.

"It was insane! It was as if the devil himself was in that elevator with us! It was just me and the guys coming from a business meeting and when we got in, there was no one in there besides us but the minute the door closed, this Venom looking demon just showed up and just ripped Jason to threads! It said something in French then scratched a few of us before it left!" The distressed and traumatised man said into the mic, close to tears.

"C'est ce qu'il obtient en touchant notre fille." A familiar voice said from your kitchen, the same green eyed man from yesterday night smiled at the tv. "What the fuck!" You screeched as you threw your grapes to the side, startled by him once again.

"He said that's what he gets for touching you, sweetie." Your head snapped to your right, seeing the tatted guy as well with his arm stretched behind your head. "Also Charles, can we not scare her so much? I feel bad as it is." He said with his ring clad hand sitting pretty on his lap, his toned leg relaxed as if he's been here millions of times.

"What the fuck are you guys doing here? And how'd you spawn here like some fucking vampires?" You yelled, beginning to pace around your living room. The two just stared at you in amusement, their heads tilted with their eyes a bit low.

"Oh, wait till you meet Carlos and Lando. Their fangs are insane." Charles joked as the one who's name you've yet to learn just softly smiled. "Okay okay, to put you out of your misery, I'm Lewis and this is Charles. We're your angel and devil that help make your decisions." Lewis said.

Looking at the two men in horror, you shook your head a bit. "Am i still high? What the fuck is going on?" You muttered to yourself, holding your head in your hands. You couldn't bare to look at them, your brain had to be playing tricks on you.

"Okay, think about this. Remember that one bag you really wanted but you knew you wanted to save that money for something else?" Charles spoke, standing up to hold your shoulders in his large hands, stopping your pacing.

"My Diesel bag?" You asked and Lewis nodded. "That was all Charles. I tried to convince you to not do it but then I saw how excited you were about it so I let him take over." He smiled, his sunglasses off and his chocolate eyes glancing at you.

"...What?" Your shoulders dropped in defeat. "How am I supposed to believe you guys? What if you actually just walked into my home and decided to play tricks on me?" You inquired, not wanting to look into both of their eyes.

"Whenever you decide to make a decision about anything, we're there. You're hungry, what do you wanna have?" Charles tilted your head toward his with his fingers, making you look into his emerald green eyes. "I don't know, maybe pizza but I've got some stuff in the fridge so I can have those." You mumbled. Ultimately deciding to just go into the fridge, Lewis was suddenly in front of you with the cutest little smile on his smile. Looking at the couch, Charles was sitting there watching you take quiet steps towards the kitchen.

Not wanting to take your eyes off of them, you manoeuvred through the kitchen to take out a frying pan. "What if I want to impulsively book a flight to New York?" and without a blink, Charles was next to you, leaning his arm against the kitchen counter with a little smirk. "Do you want to get a tattoo before you go? Maybe that belly piercing you were thinking of." He was so smug with his questions, making sure to keep eye contact with you to completely listen to him.

Feeling a presence next to you also leaning against the kitchen counter with his back, Lewis wasn't smiling as much and rather gave you a 'don't even think about it' look. "Or would you rather save up that money for buying yourself something nice?" The tattooed man tilted his head a bit with a similar smirk as Charles and you weren't going to lie and say that your knees didn't become weak under their stares.

"Something..nice..later on." You were truly lost for words. Things like this only ever existed in books or movies and usually it was never two alluring men staring you down as you said your final decision out loud. "Ah, mon cheri. I was hoping you'd choose my fun idea." Charles sounded disappointed but judging by his face, he was far from it.

There was nothing around you to ground yourself back down to earth so you chose to grip onto your pajama shorts, still stunned by the eye contact they managed to keep with you. "I can see you're still shocked at us being here so we'll come back soon. Is that okay with you, angel?" Lewis stood up straight, not moving his spot.

The nickname had your head spinning, here you were already struggling to figure out how you were going to sort out the ache in your lower regions and the nickname had set everything off but of course, you weren't going to ask for such help after you just met them.

"She's too cute, can't even answer your question. We'll be here but not in human form so anytime you want to see us, we'll be right there. Bye, mon ange." And the kiss that Charles left on your cheek felt like a fairy's kiss, so soft. All Lewis did was giving you a side hug, making sure you felt his hand on your waist. With that, they disappeared into thin air.

With Friday evening rolling in, it was safe to say you missed your boys. God, you thought it was crazy to even refer to them as that but you truly wanted to believe that they were there just for you. It also didn't help that your hormones were spiralling out of control throughout the week. The slightest hint of their colognes would waft through the air and you knew that they were there with you, like they said.

You couldn't tell your friends about this, knowing damn well that they would think you're making this up or that you're too caught up in your current read. The two men really captured you, thinking about them so intimately in your free time, remembering everything about their appearances for you to put them in your little daydreams and even going to sleep thinking of them.

Even the thought of them at the moment is making you clench your legs together, the all familiar ache between your thighs showing up once again. Determined to not think of the two entities tonight, you patted your eyelashes upwards and stood up to go take a look at your outfit in the mirror.

Quite similar to the dress you wore on your previous night out, you pulled it down a little and admired your outfit. The jewellery fitting so well with the newest edition being the anklet you bought earlier in the week.

"You look so pretty, mon ange." A voice said behind you, Charles manspreading on your bed with a slight tilt to his head, eyes looking at you through his glasses. He made your breath hitch and you couldn't believe that he was actually there.

"O-oh uh thank you, Charles." Once again, you didn't know what to do with your hands. Wiping your hands on your dress, you couldn't even look at his face but you just knew that once you did, you wouldn't look back.

He continued to smile at you, observing your every move, blinking ever so slowly. "You think we haven't heard how you've been calling for us every night?" Feeling hands on your waist, you turned around to see Lewis staring down at you with a glint in his eyes.

Your legs crossed each other in that moment, the arousal beginning to feel much stronger the more you looked at the both of them. Both of their voices lower than usual and that made you slightly nervous, this exact moment was the one you would daydream about. "You were there?" You asked, wanting desperately to hide your face away from their intense eyes.

The look Lewis gave you said everything you needed to know, his hand gliding to your lower back. Your breathing became lighter as he brought his hand to your chin, tilting your head upwards. You were slowly losing your mind as he continued to look into your eyes, an intense feeling radiating off of him.

“And to think that you were going to find yourself a random stranger to satisfy you when we’re the ones on your mind.” Charles tsked, still sitting and watching the scene in front of him.

As if he was right next to your ear, you heard every word he said and shuddered a bit, the energy shifted entirely. “Look how beautiful she is, Charles. Maybe we should just let her go to the club.” Lewis said with a smirk on his face, one you wish you could wipe off. He slowly let go of your face and body, feeling the warmth of his hands fade away as he went to sit next to Charles, manspreading as well.

“You’re right, Lewis. She got all ready for it and she has to go meet other people who’ll try to hear those sweet sounds.” Charles teased, not moving from his position. The two entities shared a look then right back at you.

You could only shake your head, the arousal pooling in your underwear and the heat at your core was calling for one of them to do something, anything. They watched you as if you were prey and their little smirks became more and more annoying as the seconds passed by. “Aw sweetie, you can’t even stand still. You have to tell us what you want if you want us to help.” Lewis now tilted his head and looked you up and down as he watched you try your best to stand still with crossed legs.

Hands touched your waist, pushing you forward towards the angel’s open legs. “Mon amour, your mind is not clear. If you want us, just say so. You know we’re all yours.” Charles said, moving your hair away from your neck to plant his lips on there, immediately groaning as your sweet perfume invaded his nose.

Lewis looked up at you as you stood before him, the smirk still present. He sat up and placed his hand on your leg, gently stroking your soft skin as your eyes were glued to his. You wanted him to stand up but the words couldn’t come out of your mouth however he stood up, listening to your instructions.

You reached your manicured hand up Lewis’ broad chest, feeling the soft fabric of his top only to reach the plethora of chains and pearls on his tattooed neck. Hooking your pointer finger onto his jewellery, you pulled him down to connect your lips together.

The kiss felt magical, your lips moulding together as you felt his smile whilst his teeth bit down on your lower lip before letting go, your lip gloss barely transferring onto his face. Feeling a hand on your neck guiding your head to rest your head on their shoulder, Charles looked at you and simply pecked your lips, the look in his eyes very telling as your back touched his front.

You slightly whimpered, not wanting to make a sound to ruin the moment. “I need to hear you, princess. Make all the noise you want.” Lewis muttered as he took to the floor and kneeled in front of you, the scene making you audibly moan. Slowly undressing you from your shoes to the stockings, the angel reached for your leg to place it on his shoulder but you stopped him before he could.

“What’s wrong, mom ange? You want to stop?” Charles asked, worry laced in his voice as he halted his kissing on your neck. “No, I just wanna…sit on your face.” You whispered, hoping that Lewis heard you clearly.

“Say it louder, darling.” He said, still on his knees as the sultry gaze made you even more wet. You quietly whined, not wanting to repeat the words. “Oh? Ma Cherie, you don’t want to speak?” Charles’ hand moved to grab your ass, making you whimper once again. Lewis did not once break eye contact with you, his large hand going up and down your thigh as he got closer and closer to your core. “I wanna sit on your face.” You said a little louder with a little roll of the eyes.

Standing up then laying on his back, Lewis spoke as he watched Charles guide you onto his lap with you crawling your way to his face, only reaching to his abdomen with both legs on either side.

Lewis planted his hands onto your thighs, bringing you even closer to his face, your dripping core eventually right above his mouth as he admired your pussy. “We’ll sort out that attitude but for now, let me make our princess happy.” He said, pushing you by your hips to fully sit on his mouth with his tongue lapping your folds.

“Mon amour, keep your eyes on me.” Charles said, standing in front of you as he watched you crumble as your moans struggled to come out. The devil leaned forward to unzip your top, your breasts falling freely and he immediately placed his mouth on your left nipple, kissing it with such care.

Your moans became louder as both men satisfied you until the sun rose, never leaving your side as you reached your orgasms at least 10 times leaving your body exhausted yet utterly pleasured. Experiencing heaven and hell with them was to become the norm for you.

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bon2bonn · 2 days

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Glimpse of the House of Merc best duo . L.H⁴⁴

Lewis Hamilton x female!driver!reader

Words count : 1.3k

Some of The fans favourite moments/edits of our female!driver and Sir Lewis Hamilton⁴⁴ .

She stood beside Lewis both taking a break from interviews during media day ahead of the Austrian Grand Prix , as they decided to walk around for a bit to stretch their legs and get some fresh air, and as they made their way out waving at some fans calling for them from stands , a group caught their attention as they called out the loudest , drawing attention at their chants " Hamilton! " He turned his head their way but couldn't help the frown as they were all wearing Red Bull's merch or the bright orange army t-shirts but his frown turned into confusion as they called out again " give her back !" , He shouted back gaining attention from passers-by " what? " They pointed at Y/N who in confusion pointed at herself " give Y/N back to us!! We had her first !! " Both drivers laughed at the fans antics with Lewis jokingly scooping his teammate up , shouting as he turned back with her over his shoulder " Never! , she's mine now ! " Walking back with her waving back to the fans over Lewis shoulder before they disappeared back inside .

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They sat side by side at the back of the stage , both sporting stoic faces and narrowed eyes which were hidden behind their matching black shades as they observed the ongoing interview with utter boredom , wishing to be anywhere else, but no , they're both stuck in there and had to suffer, but at least they were to suffer together . They sighed as the speaker finally concluded and they were more than ready for a break , but moments after another person started to speak , his loud and exaggerated gestures were over the top , making them wince and roll their eyes , she could be seen leaning up to whisper something to Lewis who leaned down to listen , his eyebrow rose at what she was saying , and when they leaned back he pulled his shades down his nose to get a better look at something before adjusting it back into place , then Shared a sly look with his teammate before looking away with a smirk .

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The bus/platform? (I forgot what it's called!) was crowded on one side with drivers waving at the crowd as they passed by , on the other side both the Mercedes drivers stood in deep conversation with her waving for a bit before continuing from where she stopped, Lewis wide grin turned into a chuckle as she held her hand out , hip jutted as she spoke with a raised nose and a sassy attitude, making him break into a full blown laughter at her act , then she tilted her head and said something after making a face causing him to double over, trying to calm his laughter but failed when she straightened back and made a remark resulting in both of them laughing all over again.

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They could be seen sitting at the back of the garage watching as people and mechanics/engineers and working staff moved in and out , Lewis was sitting on one chair with one of his arms draped over the back of the chair beside his , which was the the one she sat on with her head leaning on his arm instead of the uncomfortable chair, her legs crossed on another chair In front of her .

Lewis said something making her turn her head to face him instead of looking outside , leaning closer to answer back while holding his free hand that adorned a couple of rings that she absentmindedly played with . She then held his hand up while pointing to his pinky , making him smile fondly at her before taking it off and putting it on one of her fingers instead , his smile grew when she lifted her hand to admire it's new accessory , giving him a wide smile and said something making him lean over to knock his forehead against hers gently .

*The fans/LewisxY/N shippers believed/swore he proposed to her and they've been married ever since. It's a running joke between them both after the fans gone wild with thousands of edit of that moment going viral .

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Lewis was doing an interview which was pretty much boring so far , with blain remarks and out of topic questions he could only pray for it to end , the line of interviews went on and a smile suddenly broke across his face as he caught sight of his teammate finishing her own interview few feet away , before making her way over as he pleaded with his eyes for her to save him .

She stepped over with time to spare and a wide grin on , just on time for the final question aimed at him " so Lewis what's the most expensive thing you've ever adorned? " He made a face at that before turning to her " she knows the answer to this one better than anyone " , letting her take it as he saw one of her mischievous grins when she asked for the reporter to repeat the question, which he did with slight distaste , earning a smirk and a raised eyebrow from her as she answered at once " Me " , the reporter gave a stunned look then asked " excuse me? " Making her shrug as she answered" myself " she then looked at Lewis who nod in agreement with her answer " superb and truly one of a kind " earning a humm from her as they were both nonchalant and confidant with the answer .

When the reporter failed to come up with any response they moved on their way to head out of the media pin , with Lewis giving a curt nod while she flipped her hair as she turned with her arm linked with her teammate's .

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Lewis was sitting outside with his phone in hand , scrolling through it in peace before she made her way straight to him with a bounce in her steps, halting her fast pace before him which made him look up with a startled face which turned into a calm one once he saw it was her , then into a frown as she frantically said something after sitting down with her legs crossed In front of him , then into surprise when she started telling him the urgent news , his face contoured from disbelief as he asked her something to which she answered back with something that made him drop his jaw in bewilderment then shock as she spelled the reset of the gossip , her face looking as shocked as he was and shook her head with an eye roll as she gave her remark on the topic , then nodded as he gave his own remark, both shared a knowing look , then went back to what they were doing before with her off to whatever she was doing , and Lewis back on his phone.

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The view was breathtaking to say the least as the camera gave a full shot of the setting sun from where the person recording stood on the top of the yacht they occupied, the clip showed the sun going down the horizon and as it turned it showed non other than the Mercedes teammates both unaware/unbothered by the person behind them . Y/n was leaning with her arms crossed on the rails as she was admiring the view, her head on top of her arms and a content look over her face, Lewis was right beside her with his head leaning on one of his hands and the same look of contentment on his face, he turned to her and asked " would you keep watching the sun burnout with me ? " She turned her head and gave him a soft grin as she answered in a heartbeat " forever " . Keeping her gaze locked with his before they both turned back to catch the last glimpse of the sun before it disappeared completely .

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mauvecherie-writes · 2 months

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so ready: l.hamilton.

pairing: lewis hamilton x pt fem!black reader

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

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

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

w.c: 3.5K

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

buy me a kofi.

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

Deeply attracted to him.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You needed that breather.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Prove it.” You spat at him.

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

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

Involuntarily, your thighs clenched at the sight.

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

Fine. You thought. Two can play that game.

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

You were not going to make this easy for him.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“This dick would change your life baby.”

“You’re so fucking annoying!”

“Turn around and say that to my face.”

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

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

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

You were ready. You were more than ready.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Lewis … please.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

London fashion week be damned ….

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COUNT CONTESSA | lh44

SOCIAL MEDIA!AU lewis hamilton x fem!black!fashion designer!reader

side note: i named the fashion brand "contessa" because i was listening to count contessa by azealia banks, hence the title side note pt2: this is a bit all over the place, i'm sorry

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f1 It's race day and Lewis Hamilton is rocking yet another fit from contessa !

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user1 at this point he should become their fashion ambassador ⤷ user2 fr he's been wearing their clothes a lot recently

user3 nobody does fashion like sir lewis hamiltonnn

contessa looking good in red!

user4 lewis' fashion sense never fails to amaze me ⤷ user5 no one is doing it like him fr (zhou being a close second)

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contessa The pleasure is all ours to announce our newest fashion ambassador: Formula One driver lewishamilton ! We are absolutely delighted to work on future projects together with such an inspirational and encouraging person. Lewis Hamilton represents everything our brand stands for: Passion, Elegance and Diversity. Welcome to our team, Lewis.

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user6 i've been waiting for this moment for so long! ⤷ user7 it was bound to happen i mean honestly he was wearing y/n's clothes for so long now

yourusername really happy to be able to work together lewishamilton ⤷ lewishamilton ditto!

user8 this is the absolute perfect fit omg

user9 i just know lewis giggled so badly when he signed the contract

user10 i need to see y/n and lewis together now they'd be so powerful next to each other

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yourusername jewelry prototypes

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user11 the way i could immediatly spot lewis' hands

user12 i know y/n and lewis work together but my delusional ass hopes they're kinda dating... ⤷ user13 no because saaammmeee

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user14 okay so now i know what the next thing is i'm saving my money for ⤷ user15 y/n is every penny saved worth spending on

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f1gossip Lewis Hamilton and fashion designer Y/N Y/L/N, founder of Contessa, have been spotted holding hands on multiple occasions during this years New York Fashion Week. The driver became one of the brand's fashion ambassador end of last year and has been seen around the designer more than often, leading to speculations of the couple dating. Is this their way of confirming the rumours or just two co-workers enjoying the fashion week?

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user16 honestly i called it

user17 are we surprised? no. but i am giggling and kicking my feet.

user18 i need an official statement right now or i cannot sleep properly

user19 they knew they'd slay if seen together

user20 officially the new it couple on my list

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voguemagazine Y/N Y/L/N and Lewis Hamilton stun in custom Contessa at the 2023 Met Gala. This marks the couple's first official public appearance.

#MetGala #Y/N_Y/L/N #Lewis_Hamilton #Contessa

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user21 they both ate everyone UP OML

user22 i know it was rumoured already but to have them as a real couple now has me feeling excited for them all over again

user23 nothing is more fashion than announcing your relationship at the met gala ⤷ user24 they're so slay

user25 i thought u weren't meant to mix your work life and private life

#lewis hamilton #lewis hamilton imagines #lewis hamilton imagine #lewis hamilton x reader #lewis hamilton x you #lewis hamilton x y/n #lewis hamilton fanfic #lewis hamilton fluff #f1 imagines #f1 imagine #f1 social media au #f1 instagram au #f1 x reader #f1 x you #f1 x y/n #f1 fluff #f1 fanfiction #f1 smau #f1

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Lights Out...And We're Off! (1/?)(Lewis Hamilton/Black!OC!)

SYNOPSIS: Lewis Hamilton finds himself drawn to an unexpected rival: a fiercely talented female driver ambassador/reserve driver representing Aston Martin. They soon form an unlikely bond, bound together by their shared love for racing and the unspoken chemistry that crackles between them. But as they navigate the twists and turns of their budding romance, they must confront the challenges that come with their paths in the sport.

WARNINGS: drama, angst, cursing, mild sexual content, not-so-glamorous life in the racing world, significant age gap (twelve years age difference), mentions of online bullying/doxxing, media rumors. RATED M (18+)

PAIRINGS: Sir Lewis Hamilton x Aisha Bell-Okafor (faceclaim is Naomi Schiff)

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AUTHOR'S NOTE: Few things changed in order to make the story flow better. This chapter is short because I don’t want to reveal too much! Please let me know if you wish to be added/removed from the taglist. Anyways, enjoy! Dividers by @inklore!

CHAPTER One: Da First, Not the Last

"...and in an exciting turn of events, Aston Martin Aramco Cognizant F1 Team has announced W Series and F1 Academy driver, Aisha Bell-Okafor as their new driver ambassador and reserve driver. Aisha will be Aston Martin's first female driver ambassador in over seven years as well as the first Black female reserve driver in F1 history!"

Aisha could feel the intensity of their stares as she walked through the paddock, her pace quickening with each step. Even though she had always dreamt of becoming a professional driver, the sudden fame and attention was overwhelming. She had always been an introvert, preferring to let her driving skills do the talking, but now she was thrust into the spotlight, with everyone wanting a story, a quote, a photo.

Ever since the news broke that she would be Aston Martin's first female driver ambassador in seven years, and also a reserve driver for the team, Aisha couldn't escape the constant barrage of attention.

At first, she had been exhilarated by the idea of breaking barriers and making history. But as the reality set in, she couldn't help but feel the weight of expectations bearing down on her. If she messed up in any way, it would reflect not just on her, but on all women in the sport. And if she did well, it would only increase the pressure on her to perform even better.

Aisha felt like a goldfish in a piranha tank, constantly being scrutinized and judged. And now, with the added responsibility of potentially being the first woman in over fifty years to drive in a Grand Prix, she felt even more trapped. The thought sent shivers down her spine. But she knew she couldn't back down now. She had worked too hard to get to this point, and she couldn't let her fears hold her back.

Racing was her escape, her passion, her purpose. The F1 Academy was where she honed her skills, pushing herself to the limit on the track, always striving for perfection. After back-to-back wins in the W Series, Aisha was signed to drive for Mercedes AMG-Petronas in F1 Academy, and she did very well, so much so that she was soon offered to join Aston Martin. Part of her role as the driver ambassador involved various media appearances and other marketing duties, which was the main reason why Aisha had been invited to attend the Monaco Grand Prix as Aston Martin's VIP guest. It was her first time attending a Grand Prix as a driver ambassador for a team, and she couldn't help but feel a sense of pride and excitement.

The Monaco Grand Prix was known as one of the most challenging circuits in Formula One. The narrow streets, tight corners, and unforgiving barriers made it a demanding race for even the most experienced drivers. As she made her way to Aston Martin's hospitality area, Aisha was greeted by a swarm of media members, all wanting to ask her questions and take photos of her.

"Let's give her some space, thank you!" grumbled Aston Martin's Team Principal, Mike Krack.

"Aisha! Aisha! Are you going to compete in a Grand Prix this season?!" one reporter yelled.

"What does it feel like being the first Black woman in Formula One?!" another reporter called.

"Move aside, for Christ's sake! If she's racing in a Grand Prix, you'll be the first to know!" Mike exclaimed angrily as he escorted Aisha into the team's motorhome. He led her upstairs to a small dining area and gestured for her to take a seat.

Once they were both settled, they shared a meaningful look before Mike spoke up.

"How are you? Is the hotel nice?" he asked.

"It's amazing, very comfortable," Aisha replied with a smile, causing Mike to do the same.

"I apologize for that chaos outside. We didn't expect such a crowd," he said before signaling for a waitress. "I'll have my usual coffee with two creams and no sugar, and avocado toast. Aisha, what would you like?"

She winced slightly at his mispronunciation of her name. "It's pronounced Aisha, like I-ee-shah, not Ay-shah."

Mike's face turned red almost instantly. "Sorry about that, Aisha."

"Yes," she confirmed before turning her attention to the waitress and ordering an oat latte, parfait, and butter croissant with strawberry jam on the side.

"So, how are you feeling about your first Grand Prix as a driver ambassador?"

Aisha's smile widened at the question. "I'm excited and honored to be here representing Aston Martin."

"And we're happy to have you here," Mike replied. "You've been doing great so far as our driver ambassador, and we hope to see more of your skills on display in future races."

"Thank you for believing in me and giving me this opportunity," Aisha said gratefully.

"You earned it, Aisha. Your talent speaks for itself," Mike replied confidently. “You’ll spend most of your time here doing media. As you can see, everyone wants to speak to you so we will have you in a conference with other drivers in about an hour. A person from the communications team will escort you over and give you the rest of your schedule. Any questions so far?”

Aisha shook her head, feeling a mix of nerves and excitement for the upcoming conference. She couldn't believe she was about to sit among some of the top drivers in Formula One. “Nope.”

After they finished their breakfast, Aisha followed Mike back downstairs where she was introduced to one of the team's communications officers, Jenna.

"Hi Aisha, it's nice to meet you," Jenna said with a warm smile. "I'll be your point of contact for today. Are you ready for the press conference?"

Aisha took a deep breath and nodded confidently. "Yes, I'm ready."

"Great! Let's head over to the media center then," Jenna said as she led Aisha out of the motorhome and towards the bustling media center. As they walked, Jenna briefed Aisha on what to expect during the conference and gave her tips on how to handle difficult questions from reporters.

Once they arrived at the media center, Aisha was greeted by even more reporters eagerly waiting for her arrival. She made her way to take a seat at the far end of the couch, next to teammate Lance Stroll. The moderator began introducing each driver in attendance, starting off with Lewis Hamilton then Charles LeClerc, Lando Norris, Valtteri Bottas, Lance Stroll, and finally Aisha.

"And joining us today, making her Formula One debut, please welcome Aisha Bell-Okafor. She will be representing Aston Martin as their driver ambassador and the first female reserve driver. Aisha, how does it feel to make history?"

"It's an incredible feeling," Aisha replied, trying to keep her nerves at bay. "I'm honored to be representing Aston Martin and grateful for this opportunity. I’m literally starstruck right now. So happy to be around some of my favorite drivers and to be on this platform."

Lewis couldn't tear his gaze away from Aisha as she spoke. Her eyes sparkled with excitement, and her confidence radiated like a steady flame in the midst of a whirlwind. There was a magnetic energy about her that drew him in, a fire that burned brightly within her soul. He had always kept a close eye on the rising stars in F1, and Aisha's name had been on his radar for quite some time. Just like everyone else, he was shocked that Aston Martin announced her as their reserve driver, and to be honest, it took them long enough.

His passion for diversity in motorsports, particularly in Formula One, was evident to anyone who knew him. Seeing someone who looked like him and shared a similar background succeed in the sport was a sight he loved. And it didn't hurt that she was stunningly beautiful; her hair styled in perfect curls and her makeup highlighting her deep brown eyes and full lips. But what caught his attention the most was her skin, a mahogany tone that perfectly complimented her tiffany green team suit. Despite being on rival teams, there was no denying her talent and attractiveness.

The moderator continued, looking impressed. "You've had quite the journey to get here, from karting to junior leagues. Can you tell us a bit about your experience?"

Aisha smiled, feeling more at ease as she began to talk about her journey in motorsports. "It's been a long road for sure. I started karting when I was just 8 years old, and it quickly became my passion. My parents were very supportive, and they sacrificed so much for me to pursue this dream. My father’s British, so we moved from California to England in order for me to race. I went through the ranks in junior leagues, making my way into W Series and then F1 Academy."

"And you've also been quite vocal about your desire to break barriers and increase diversity in Formula One. Can you tell us more about that?" the moderator asked.

"Yes, it's something that's very important to me,” Aisha said. “I’m sure Lewis feels the same way. We’re the only minorities in F1. Growing up, there weren't many racers who looked like me or came from similar backgrounds. Being a woman of color in this sport is still rare, but I hope to inspire other young girls and boys who may not feel represented in motorsports.”

Lewis nodded in agreement, his admiration for Aisha growing even more. "Absolutely," he chimed in. "Diversity is key to the growth and success of any sport, and Formula One is no exception. I've been fortunate enough to have a platform and use my voice to advocate for diversity and equality within the sport. I’m also very excited to race with Aisha; I’m genuinely excited to see her behind the wheel, like it’s giving me goosebumps to finally see a woman race at this level.”

The moderator cleared his throat before continuing with another question. "Speaking of racing, Aisha, as a reserve driver for Aston Martin, you'll have opportunities to test drive the car during race weekends. How do you plan on making an impact with your limited track time?"

Aisha's smile widened as she thought about all the possibilities that lay ahead of her. "I'm incredibly grateful for this opportunity with Aston Martin," she began. "I plan on making the most of every moment I have on track by working closely with my team and learning as much as I can from my fellow drivers. Of course, I would love to compete full-time one day," she admitted with a small shrug. "But right now, I'm focused on putting in my best effort whenever called upon by the team."

“I would totally have you drive at any moment,” Lance gushed, causing the reporters and moderator to chuckle. “No, seriously. If the need arises, I’d be so happy to have Aisha take my seat.”

"Thank you, Lance," she said sincerely. "That means a lot coming from you."

As the press conference continued, Lewis found himself listening intently to Aisha's answers and admiring her poise and confidence. He also noticed how easily she connected with the other drivers, laughing and joking with them like they had been friends for years.

After the conference ended and the drivers all dispersed for their various engagements, Lewis made his way over to where Aisha was surrounded by reporters asking for interviews and photos. He waited patiently until they all left before approaching her with a smile.

"Hey Aisha, I just wanted to say congratulations on making your debut. It's well deserved."

Aisha's eyes widened in surprise as she turned to face him. "Thank you so much, Lewis! Coming from you, that means a lot."

"It's no problem at all," Lewis replied with sincerity. "I've been following your career for some time now and I'm excited to see what you can do behind the wheel."

"Thank you," Aisha repeated, her cheeks warming with a light flush. "I've been a huge fan since forever. You’re amazing. I mean, you’re the GOAT.”

“Thanks,” Lewis chuckled, feeling a bit flattered by Aisha's words. "And if you ever need any advice or tips, don't hesitate to ask,” he replied with a wink.

"Thank you, Lewis," Aisha replied gratefully. "I'll definitely keep that in mind."

They chatted for a few more minutes before Jenna came over to remind Aisha of her schedule for the rest of the day.

“Sorry to intrude, but we have to head back,” Jenna said.

“Oh, yeah, thanks Jenna.” Aisha turned back to face Lewis. “I guess I’ll see you around? This weekend is going to be busy for the both of us but—”

"Hand me your phone," he commanded playfully. Aisha couldn't help but hand over her phone and watch him enter his number. "I’m putting in my number. Text me whenever you're free and we can grab lunch or something."

Aisha laughed nervously, feeling a tingle run down her spine. "Yeah...that sounds great."

"What's wrong?" he asked, staring into her eyes with his charming gaze.

Their eyes locked for a moment and Aisha couldn't help but appreciate how handsome he was up close. She had seen pictures, but in person he was even more striking.

"Is it normal for you to be this forward? Just casually ordering me to take down your number?"

"Only for special people," he replied, flashing her a boyish grin. "I'm serious about that lunch though...or dinner. Whatever you want, I'll make time for you."

"Mmhmm," Aisha managed to say as she watched him leave, taking in how good he looked in his Mercedes team suit.

Now that’s a man, Savannah, she thought appreciatively.

After taking a moment to compose herself, she joined Jenna and they made their way back to the team's motorhome.

"We have a lot of media commitments and sponsor events scheduled for you," Jenna reminded her.

Aisha's excitement about her debut was slightly dampened by the thought of her packed schedule. She knew that along with the thrill of racing came a heavy load of responsibilities off the track.

"I understand," she replied with a small sigh. "I'll do my best to keep up with everything."

Jenna gave her a sympathetic smile before handing over a detailed schedule for the day. Aisha quickly scanned through it and saw that she had interviews lined up with various media outlets, including big names like BBC and Sky Sports.

"Don't worry about a thing," Jenna reassured her. "I'll be right there beside you, making sure you don't miss anything."

Feeling grateful for Jenna's support, Aisha headed off to attend her first interview with BBC.

The rest of the day flew by for Aisha as she navigated through a series of interviews and events. By the end, she was exhausted but also exhilarated by all that had transpired. As she returned to her hotel room that evening, she flopped onto the bed with a sigh of relief. Rolling onto her stomach, she scrolled through her phone in search of Lewis's contact information. She went back and forth, typing out messages and then deleting them before finally settling on something to send:

Aisha: So you make time for me?

A few seconds passed before his reply:

Lewis: Of course 😉 How was your day?

Aisha: Tiring. Dinner tomorrow then?

Lewis: We can do that. Tell me where you want to go & we’ll go

Aisha: I’ll keep you updated. Goodnight, Lewis

Lewis: Goodnight, gorgeous

TO BE CONTINUED……

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