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thinking about dry humping Lewis and making him come in his fireproofs.

warning : 18+ NSFW, smut, pwp, dry humping, slight dirty talk, bodily fluids, spitting into mouth, sub!Lewis vibes.

[lewis x black!reader but no full physical body descriptors]

It’s like you couldn’t get enough of him despite how long you have been together . You always felt this constant urge to just want to live inside of his skin. He’s just come off the track and into the motor home with his fireproofs still on. A rare sight and for some reason, it makes you lose it.

You put your lips on his as he bends down to sit the couch, grabbing your hips and pulling you down to sit on him. Eyes closed, chest to chest as the kiss shifts from being soft to demanding. Lewis can’t help the sounds that leave him and travel into your mouth as you suck on his tongue as you tug to remove his compression shirt.

He’s hard already. His mind is empty - the worries of his racing setup gone - the only constant thought echoing in his head is how good you feel on top of him. He doesn’t even care what made you jump on him without even saying hello, he just knows that he love the way you’re rolling your hips down against his bulge and he wants more of that. You feel his hands grip on your hips harder, his fingers digging into the flesh of your thighs as you buck against each other. The whimpers leave him so easily with each roll.

“Baby, fuck.” He moans.

“I know, baby. You just feel sooo good.” You feel his dick pressing right on your sweet spot. It would be easy to push the rest of his fireproofs off and sink down onto his dick. But you love this side of Lewis. The sound of his desperate moans and pleads for more, the feel of his body shivers beneath your fingers. He is weak to your seduction and you love every second of it.

“Fuck!” He curses as his head falls backwards as you roll your hips faster. You smile, intoxicated with the effect you’re having on him. You lean down and kiss him and you kiss him hard. Lewis opens his mouth, welcoming the swipe of your tongue as you demand his attention. He grabs the back of your neck, making you gasp at how greedy he’s being.

“Getting a little needy huh?’ You tease him with a smirk playing on your face as his hips snap back.

He’s about to come. You know all of his tells. You know how he sounds when he’s close, how his body tenses up, his mouth goes slack, falling open as his eyes scrunch shut. You also know Lewis is a clean freak and he’s going to hate making a mess in his pants … but you don’t wanna stop. You don’t want to miss the euphoria of seeing him lose his senses.

So you rock harder, you moan into his mouth, tugging at his beard and his braids just to torture him even more. You want to make him feel the need that you have for him that holds your body hostage, the need that has held you captive from the very beginning.

Using his hair, you pull his head backwards, exposing his neck for your bidding. You lick a stripe down the length of his neck, tasting the sweat of his day. That move seems to break him. His hands go under the robe covering your body, kneading your ass as he pulls you harder onto him.

He starts to moan your name but you shut him up by grabbing his cheeks - the pressure of your fingers forcing his mouth to open. You spit into his awaiting mouth and then cover it with your free hand. His moans are trapped behind your palm and his breathing gets heavier.

“Lewis.” You whisper his name and move your hands away from his mouth to cup his head with your fingers caressing his scalp. “I need you to cum for me.” You moan against his lips.

You watch as his eyes roll back before he closes them shut, mouth falling open as his hips jerk, holding onto you as he lost control. He’s coming hard in his fireproofs. ‘I can’t believe she just made me do that’ Lewis thinks to himself. You sigh contently as you feel the warmth of his spent through the fabric as he tries to calm his racing heart. His hands fall away from your body and settle on the back of the couch.

“Fucking hell, sweetheart.” He rasps. “What was that for?”

You giggle as you tug on his beard, your eyes zoning in on the stray strands of grey in the bristles of reddish brown and black - his age beginning to wear on his body.

“Do I need a reason to jump on my man?”

“Absolutely not.” He mumbles before he moves your bodies so that he’s lying on his back on the couch with you still sitting on his lap. He tugs at the ties barely holding your robe together, licking his lips as your breasts came into his view.

“Can you sit on my face to make me feel even better?”

“Of course I can baby.”

The giddiness in his eyes reflect the eagerness as he lifts you closer to his face. You laugh - his eagerness contagious — you fucking love this man.

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𝐒𝐀𝐂𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐄.

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 | lewis hamilton x black oc!zuri weston

𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 | NSFW 18+

𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒 | All Zuri Weston wanted to do was pay off her debts. All conventional ways of doing so had led her to dead ends and the struggle was becoming too much to bear. In comes her best friend with a solution. A controversial solution but one that had worked for plenty women before her. So Zuri took a gamble with her chances. She didn’t realise how much her gamble would come back to pay tenfold …

𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐒 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒:

RPF, BDSM, pleasure dom/submissive, Sugar arrangements/relationships, graphic sexual content.

𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐂𝐋𝐀𝐈𝐌𝐄𝐑:

Themes that are explored within this story are purely a work of fiction. They do not reflect my personal views nor the views of the real persons depicted. As stated before, this is purely a work of fiction. READ AT OWN RISK.

𝐅𝐀𝐂𝐄𝐂𝐋𝐀𝐈𝐌: mikai mcdermott as zuri weston

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𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐔𝐄: MONACO 2024.

I hated feeling like I was wasting an outfit. And right now as I sat by the bar,observing my best friend, Nicole, mingling with the rest of the group. At least one of us was enjoying the night. I turned back to face the bar and nursed my glass of wine.

The third one in a row and honestly, it should be my last one. I cannot afford to continue drinking. Only by the love and grace of Nicole and her group of ‘girlfriends’ was I even here in the first place. But they weren’t payers no, no, no - they were scouts and right now the men they were indulging in humourless banter had not one clue that they were being hunted.

Or maybe they did and they didn’t care. Monte Carlo was the playground for the for the rich and wealthy. Spending a couple of bands on a night out with beautiful women was a drop in the bucket.

It would be be easy for me to finish my drink and walk across the lounge to join them. I mean, that was the entire purpose of the trip. Come to Monaco during one of the biggest events the small country has to offer and ‘network’. A fancy way of calling it but it was fitting.

It would be easy for me to smile in their face, laugh at their dry jokes and indulge them long enough to sink my claws into them until they freely splurge until I say no.

I could do it, I should do it … and yet I felt stuck to this stool.

Sighing, I took another sip of my wine and licked my lips of the remanence.

“You know what doesn’t make sense?” The softest yet husky voice spoke next to me. Their intoxicating scent caught me next, driving me to turn my head and face the owner of the voice. I almost gasped at who was standing beside me, yet even then I had the peace of mind to not react and maintain my composure.

It took another second for my brain to register the slight tone of flirtation in his voice. The way he held my gaze told me one thing. He wanted an opening.

And I was going to give it to him.

“And what’s that?” I replied as I turned my body to face his and crossed my legs. His eyes momentarily tracked the movement before he drew his attention back to my face.

“Why a beautiful woman like you is sitting alone by the bar with no one there to offer her another drink. You’ve been nursing that glass of wine for some time now.”

“Have you been watching me?” I smirked as I tipped my head to the side.

“I couldn’t help it. You caught my attention and I had to make sure that you were alone before I made my move.” He admitted as he mirrored the movement of my head as he kept his eyes locked in with mine.

“Now that you’re that here, are you going to buy me a glass?”

“How does the bottle sound?”

“That sounds perfect.” I gave him and the smile he returned held a lot of promise.

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Give yourself some credit - Lewis Hamilton NSFW

Can be read as a part two to Later is it, but it's a piece on its own.

pairing: Lewis Hamilton x Reader!

warnings: unprotected sexual activities, angry sex of sorts.

Also, wrap it before you tap it

wordcount: +2K

a/n: This one really ran from me. It was suppose to be an angst but this story had a life of its own.

As always, I'm open for feedback, come say hi!

EXPLICIT CONTENT UNDER, -18 DO NOT INTERACT

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Y/n entered quietly the dimly lit hotel room; her footsteps barely audible on the plush carpet as she took in the scene before her.

Lewis was lying on the bed, one arm draped over his forehead, his phone in his other hand, mindlessly scrolling through Instagram posts. The tension in his body was palpable, even from a distance, and Y/n felt her heart clench at the sight.

The day had been long for both of them, but the energy in the room felt stale, weighed down by the disappointment that clung to Lewis. She hated seeing him like this—defeated, deflated, and already done with a race that hadn’t even started.

She could still hear his voice in the back of her mind, the way he had told the journalists over and over “that was his weekend done” the infamous “it is what it is.”

Quietly, she approached the bed, her eyes never leaving his face. He didn’t notice her at first, too absorbed in his own thoughts, and it wasn’t until she was standing right beside him that he looked up, his gaze meeting hers.

For a moment, neither of them spoke, the silence stretching between them like a taut string ready to snap.

Y/n didn’t say anything as she gently took the phone from his hand, her movements deliberate and calm. Lewis frowned, a flicker of annoyance crossing his features, but she didn’t back down. Instead, she set the phone aside and met his gaze head-on.

“I’m gonna give you five minutes to mourn that shit qualy” she said, her voice steady and firm, “then you’re going to pick yourself up and behave like yourself again.”

Lewis stared at her, surprise flickering in his eyes at her bluntness.

For a moment, he didn’t respond, just took in the defiance in her eyes, the way she stood her ground. He could feel the tension between them, it was tangible, as if the room itself was holding its breath, waiting to see what would happen next.

“What if I don’t?” he asked, his voice low and challenging, though there was a spark of something else in his eyes—something that told her he wasn’t entirely opposed to being challenged.

Y/n didn’t waver, her gaze locked on his as she stepped even closer until she was standing right in front of him. “Then I’m gonna have to hammer it down onto your brain” she said, her voice soft but laced with an undercurrent of determination.

Lewis’s lips curved into a slow, dangerous smile, and he pushed himself up from the bed, his movements smooth and predatory.

He could see the fire in her eyes and the way she refused to back down. He liked this side of her—how she wasn’t afraid to challenge him, to push him when he needed it.

“Oh, really?” he murmured, his voice dropping to a husky whisper as he took a step forward, backing her up against the wall. His hands came up to rest on either side of her head, caging her in as he leaned in closer, his breath hot against her skin.

Y/n’s heart was racing, the intensity in his gaze making her pulse quicken. She could feel the heat of his body, the way his presence seemed to envelop her, and it took every ounce of self-control not to let him see how much he affected her.

But she wasn’t about to back down now—not when she was so close to getting through to him.

“Really” she whispered, her voice steady despite the fluttering in her chest, “I’ll remind you of who you are.”

Lewis’s eyes darkened, the challenge in her words the sign he needed that she was on it too.

“You really think that’s enough to get me out of this mood?” he asked, his voice a low growl as he leaned in closer, his lips brushing against her ear.

Y/n shivered, but she didn’t back down. Instead, she tilted her head slightly, allowing access to his lips to graze over her jaw as she whispered, “I know it is.”

He pulled back slightly, just enough to look her in the eyes, his hands sliding down to grip her waist. “You think you can handle me, pretty girl?” he asked, his voice a low, teasing rumble.

Y/n’s breath hitched at the way he was looking at her, the raw intensity in his gaze making her knees weak. But she wasn’t about to let him see that.

Instead, she met his gaze with equal intensity, her voice steady as she replied, “I have always been able to handle you, Sir.”

Lewis’s eyes flashed with something primal, and before she could say another word, he closed the distance, his lips crashing down on hers in a kiss that was anything but gentle.

It was fierce, hungry, and filled with a challenge that took her breath away. She responded in kind, her hands fisting in his shorts as she pulled him closer, her body arching into his as if trying to get even closer.

The fire between them was more than just physical—it was a battle for dominance, a fight to see who would come out on top, who would be the one to break the other.

With a sudden, almost brutal movement, Lewis gripped her arm, spinning her around and pressing her hand against the wall. She gasped, the force of it taking her by surprise, but there was no time to react as his other hand yanked at her pants, ripping the buttons open with a harsh tear.

His strength was intoxicating, and Y/n could feel her pulse quicken as the roughness of his actions got her aroused.

His hands moved with a purpose, one holding her arm firmly in place, pinning her to the wall, while the other found its way between her legs. He didn’t waste any time, his fingers pressing against her through the thin fabric of her panties, the pressure on her sensitive bud rough and almost painful.

Y/n moaned, the sensation a mix of pleasure and discomfort, but it was the intensity that pushed her closer to the edge, her body responding to his every move.

Lewis’s lips found her neck, his mouth leaving hot, open-mouthed kisses along her skin. Y/n’s breath hitched, her knees weakening as the relentless friction against her clit drove her closer and closer to the edge.

She could feel her orgasm building, a tight coil of heat low in her belly, ready to snap at any moment.

“Lewis” she gasped, her voice breathless and needy as she felt herself unraveling. But he didn’t relent, his fingers pressing harder, faster, pushing her over the edge with an intensity that left her trembling.

She came undone with a sharp cry, her body shuddering against his, the waves of pleasure crashing over her in dizzying succession.

Lewis held her steady, his lips still on her neck as he whispered dirty praises into her ear, the sound of his voice only heightening the aftershocks of her orgasm.

But he wasn’t finished—not by a long shot.

While she was still panting, her body limp and pliant in his arms, Lewis picked her up and tossed her onto the bed, her body bouncing slightly from the force.

Before she could recover, he was on her, his hands deftly pulling her pants the rest of the way off. Y/n barely had time to catch her breath before she saw him lowering the shorts he was wearing, his hard cock springing free, the sight of him making her mouth water.

She reached for him, her fingers desperate to touch him, but Lewis wasn’t about to let her take control just yet. He grabbed her wrists, pinning them above her head with one hand, while the other hand slid down her body, his touch rough.

His hand snaked to her throat, his fingers wrapping around it with just enough pressure to make her head spin, her breath hitching in her throat.

The dominance in his touch getting her mind in a sub state she tried to fight off but her body instinctively arched towards him, craving more of the roughness he offered.

With a smirk that promised more, Lewis used his free hand to guide the tip of his cock to her wet folds, the sensation of him brushing against her still-sensitive clit. Y/n trembled, the aftershocks of her orgasm mixing with the anticipation of what was to come, her mind spinning as she tried to brace herself.

But there was no preparation for that.

In one swift, powerful motion, Lewis pushed inside her, bottoming out in a single, mind-numbing thrust. Y/n cried out, her back arching off the bed as she felt him fill her completely, his cock pressing against every inch of her walls.

He didn’t wait, didn’t give her time to adjust— setting a brutal pace, his hips slamming against hers with a force that left her breathless.

The room filled with the sound of their bodies colliding, skin against skin, the raw, primal moans echoing off the walls. Each of his thrusts was rough, deep, his cock brushing against her cervix with every movement.

Shockwaves of pleasure through her body that bordered on pain. His hand on her throat tightened slightly, not enough to hurt but enough to remind her who was in control, who was dominating this battle.

But Y/n wasn’t one to give up easily.

And then she felt him falter, his pace stuttering slightly as his own desire started to catch up with him. That was all the opportunity she needed.

With a mischievous gleam in her eyes, Y/n clenched her walls around him, feeling the way his cock twitched in response, the tension in his body increasing as he tried to maintain control.

“Y/n” Lewis growled, his voice rough, almost desperate as he felt her tighten around him, but she just smirked, continuing, her walls tightly clenching around him in a way that got his head spinning.

He let out a low, feral sound, his hand leaving her throat as he braced himself above her, his arms on either side of her head, trying to regain the upper hand.

But it was too late. Y/n saw the opening and took it, using the leverage to push him off balance, rolling them over until she was on top, straddling him with a victorious grin.

Lewis’s eyes were warm, his hands gripping her hips tightly as she hovered above him, the head of his cock still buried inside her, her wetness coating him just about enough.

He was on the edge, she could see it in his eyes, the way his chest heaved with labored breaths, his body trembling beneath her as he fought to hold on.

But Y/n wasn’t about to let him off that easy.

She slowly sank down onto him, her pussy swallowing every inch of his cock until he was fully sheathed inside her, the sensation making them both groan. She could feel him throbbing, the desperation in his grip as he tried to control himself, but she wasn’t going to give him the lead again.

“I’m not gonna last at all like that.” Lewis muttered, his voice strained, his eyes half-lidded with lust.

Y/n giggled, the sound soft and teasing as she started to move, rolling her hips in slow, deliberate circles that made his eyes roll back. “I know” she whispered, her tone playful and confident, knowing full well that she had the upper hand now.

She rocked against him, the friction driving him insane, his grip on her hips tightening to the point of almost pain, but she didn’t stop. She kept going, kept riding him, her movements purposeful, designed to push him over the edge.

Lewis’s breathing became ragged, his control slipping, and she could feel it—the moment when he lost the battle, his body tensing beneath her as he tried to stave off his orgasm.

It was no use, though.

With a deep, guttural groan, Lewis’s hips bucked up, his hands stilling her movements as he thrusted up deep inside her, the force of his release sending a shudder through both of them.

Y/n could only feel the warmth of his cum, the sensation overwhelming as she watched him come undone beneath her, his groans like music to her ears.

She stood still for a moment, savoring the feeling of him inside her, and the sight of how his body trembled with the aftershocks of his orgasm, his chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath.

Then Y/n smirked and fell forwards, her fingers gently brushing a drop of sweat from his forehead. “You needed that” she whispered, her tone teasing but with an undercurrent of affection. “Had to remind you who you are.”

His eyes fluttered open, locking onto hers, and for a moment, the air between them softened. The intensity from earlier was still there, but it was tempered now by an understanding that went beyond the physical.

“You always know how to get me out of my head” Lewis admitted, his thumb stroking small circles on the skin of her waist as she leaned down to press a soft kiss to his chest.

Then with a mischievous glint in her eyes, Y/n decided it was time to move. She pushed herself up abruptly, knowing full well what the sudden shift would do to him.

As she leaned forwards in his lap, his semi-hard and still-sensitive cock slipped out of her, the sudden movement earning a sharp hiss from his lips. She couldn’t help but chuckle softly, her amusement clear as she watched him wince.

Lewis caught his breath, the discomfort quickly giving way to a grin as he blinked back to look at her, his eyes twinkling with lingering desire. “Was that my five minutes to grieve?” he murmured, his voice still strained.

Y/n smiled, her fingers tracing the lines of his beard as she whispered into his lips “More like 15, babe. Give yourself some credit”

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