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Luke in his bucket hat!

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WHEN ARE YOU GONNA WRITE THE MIXTAPE FOR THINK LATER? I WILL BE WAITING BUT WHEN?

LY DIVAAA

꩜summary: lewis sees you at a party. your hair is shorter. other things have changed too.

꩜pairing: lewis hamilton x fem! reader

꩜warnings: drug use!!!! (please be so careful and do not take drugs!), reader is a mess, lewis is scared, they're both in love with each other but won't admit it :)

꩜a/n: hey yall! sorry this has been taking so long, i've been having a bit of writer's block plus some other things going on in my life soooo yeah :) enjoy and thank you for all the love on this series, i love writing it!

When Lewis walked into the party, he was not expecting to see you there, and definitely not looking the way you were looking. Short hair, that was the first thing he noticed. You’d had long hair for as long as he’d known you, and you two went way back. The next was the white dust around your nose. His posture stiffened. LA was notorious for this, but you weren’t. You’d always been the kind of girl who preferred a night in, or a pub crawl with friends. Not some big LA party where everyone knew everyone and pretended they didn’t see them when they sneaked off to bedrooms despite the rings on their fingers, and watched as they ingested more alcohol and substances than the human body should be able to take. He crossed the room in a few strides, and he was in front of you, searching you for any signs of recognition as he wiped your nose. 

“Y/n,” he said softly, taking note of your glossy eyes and doped out smile. “Y/n.” he tried again, panic surging through him. He wanted to get you out of here, let you sober up, make you talk about whatever was happening. You’d been MIA for weeks, ignoring his calls and texts and offers to come to a GP. He’d seen pictures, but he knew better than to believe the press and what they were saying about you. He just wanted his best friend back. 

You looked up, staring at him like you’d only noticed him, then you smiled. Wide and pretty, and it brought a soft smile to his lips too. “Lew?” you yawned. “You’re here?” You reached up to touch his face, like you needed to prove he was actually there. He let out a nervous breath as he nodded. 

“How about we go back home, yeah?” he smiled softly, helping you to your feet. He still couldn’t get over it, the hair, it was so short. Still, he pushed that aside as he helped you into his car, something he couldn’t name pulling at his heart when he saw your glossy blown-out eyes. Maybe it was fear, or care, or maybe even disappointment. He didn’t linger on it, just got into the driver’s seat, and focused on getting you home. The car ride was short but you spent the entire trip babbling nonsense that he just tried to decode. It was difficult, he was only catching words and phrases, but he got so nervous about it that he grabbed the narcan he kept in his glovebox (he had celebrity friends, of course he kept narcan in his car), and held it in his hand, just in case. You tripped as you got out of the car, and he caught you, lifting you up until you got inside and somehow scurried out of his hold. 

You stumbled into the bedroom, shedding his jacket, before plopping onto his bed. He rolled his eyes, but couldn’t fight the fond smile on his lips as you closed your eyes and relaxed. He shook his head, that sense of fondness hitting him in the chest and spreading. “I’ll grab some water-” 

“Stay,” you demanded, and who was he to refuse? He had a bottle beside his bed already, he always did. “Missed you,” you mumbled, reaching a hand out for him to take. He took your hand and held it to his chest as he watched you. How had so much changed? You used to be the girl who would annoy him in the paddock, always finding him at the worst moments and turning them into the best. Yeah, you were a bit younger than him, but still, you two were best friends. You’d always been easy to talk to, for anyone. You walked into any room and lit it up, at least that’s what Lewis thought. Now, this was reality, and he really missed those moments. “Been so bad, Lew,” you admitted, and he saw tiny tears falling from your eyes. It pulled at his heart and he already knew he’d do anything to get you out of whatever hole you were in. “I don't know what to do.” He gulped back the ball of emotion in his throat and hummed.

“What’s happening sweetheart?” he cooed, so gentle, so kind. It just made you cry harder. You don’t deserve it, you told yourself. He sat beside you on the bed, raking a hand through your hair. “Talk to me.” 

“I’ve been having selfish thoughts,” you admitted, words slurred as your need for tears subsided, and you just stared. Glossy eyes. “Want you, so bad,” you whispered like you were telling a secret. His heart stopped in his chest as he gulped down a surprised gasp, but still, he stayed closed and listened. “I hate it.” 

He hadn’t a clue what to say. You were high and probably wouldn’t remember this tomorrow, but he couldn’t lie and pretend he hadn’t been waiting to hear those words out of your mouth for years. He just hated that they weren’t sober. He hated that he hadn’t seen the signs, taken better care of you, noticed. He looked back down at you, and you were already asleep in his arms, so he just tried to quieten his mind enough to sleep. It took some time, but he eventually fell into a deep sleep, content to have his arms around you. 

Your head pounded, your skin felt too tight, and your eyes genuinely couldn’t handle the light. You tried to think back, to remember where you even were, think of who you were with, but nothing came to mind. You recognised the curtains, those long black curtains. You gulped, suddenly a lot more awake. Lewis. The man you’d been dodging for months. The man whose bed you were in right now. You sat up much too quickly and covered your mouth with a hand as you felt the urge to vomit, but swallowed it back down. You weren’t going to vomit in Lewis’s bed. 

“You’re awake,” he stated, leaning against the doorframe with his arms crossed, an unreadable expression on his face. You pulled the covers up your body like they could shield you from his inevitable wrath, fuck, you hated this. You felt so small, he had all the power in the room because you were the junkie and he was the concerned friend who needed to fix you. You looked down. This is what you had been avoiding. You awaited the infamous question, the one you’d been dreading to hear from his lips for months. The ‘how long have you been using?’ question. The one that cemented that you had a problem. The one that meant rehab and therapy, and trying to fix yourself. “You cut your hair?” He questioned, and your eyes shot up to meet his. He was walking closer, his eyes trained on you.

“Yeah,” you nodded, pushing some of the strands back. “I felt like I needed a change after the break up.” You hadn’t talked about it, not with him. Your ex was the one who got you into everything, everyone in LA knew that. Then he left you, high and dry (literally) to go fuck a Dallas Cowboys Cheerleader, and left you behind with a drug addiction and heartbreak. It was always his idea to get high, always his stuff, always him convincing you it was a good idea. You wished you hadn’t listened. You wished you’d just left him first. 

“Are you alright?” Lewis asked tentatively, his hand reaching out to brush your shoulder. His eyes were full of concern and love, like they always were. You tried to hold them back, but the tears fell. You shook your head, and it was enough for him to wrap you up in his arms and hold you, whispering the entire time. “I’ve got you.” He promised. You believed it. 

“I’m sorry,” you whispered back, face flush with his chest. “I’m so sorry.” You wailed but he hushed you softly, a hand running up and down your back soothingly. 

“I’ve got you now,” he cooed. “We’re going to get you help, yeah? I’ll be there the whole time.” He promised, a hand running over your hair and cupping your chin so that you’d look him in the eye and see his commitment. Panic filled your chest at the idea of rehab, at the idea of admitting you had a problem, but the thought of Lewis being there beside you, you guessed that was the best way to do it. “I love you.” he reminded you, but it didn’t sound like all the other times. Either way, you nodded. 

“I love you too,” you nodded, your arms wrapping around his neck once again. You could do this. Or at least try to, for Lewis.

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let them talk - lewis hamilton.

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The headlines never stopped.

“Too Young?”“Why Lewis Hamilton’s Wife Is Raising Eyebrows in the Paddock”“Age Gap or Power Gap?”“The Mystery of Mrs. Hamilton”

They called you mysterious because you didn’t feed the tabloids. They called you too young because they couldn’t believe someone your age could hold their own next to him. They said a lot of things.

And honestly? You couldn’t care less.

You were Mrs. Hamilton. You loved him. He loved you. You had the ring, the house, the matching toothbrushes, and enough laughter between you to drown out every whisper from every headline.

So when you walked into the paddock hand in hand with him, dressed in your chic little outfit, skin glowing, smile lazy, eyes locked on him like he was the only man on Earth—yeah, people stared. Cameras clicked. Journalists held their breath.

Let them.

He was in his race suit already, sunglasses pushed into his curls, the fabric hugging every inch of muscle you’d kissed that morning. He looked cool, focused, but the second he glanced at you— God.

That smile. That smile that always melted into something softer when it was just for you.

“You’re staring,” you teased, stepping into his space.

“You’re stunning,” he said, without missing a beat. His hand rested on your waist, fingers brushing against the bare skin just under your top. “You always make it hard to focus on the car.”

“I thought you were good at multitasking,” you smirked.

He leaned in, mouth brushing your ear. “I am. But right now, I just want to kiss my wife.”

So you let him.

Right there. In front of everyone. Reporters, cameras, fans—didn’t matter.

What started as a sweet kiss turned molten in seconds. His hand cupped the back of your head, your fingers curled in the collar of his suit. You felt him exhale against your lips, tasted every ounce of affection and pride and desire rolled into one kiss. It was the kind of kiss that didn’t ask permission. Didn’t care who was watching.

It was a statement.

When he pulled back, just a little breathless, his smile turned into something cocky—possessive in the way that made your stomach flip.

“I hope they caught that,” he murmured.

“They definitely did,” you laughed, smoothing your lipstick with your finger. “That was kind of… a lot.”

He grinned. “Good. Let them talk.”

And they would. You knew the headlines were already being written. “Too Hot for the Paddock: Lewis and His Wife Share Fiery Kiss Before Race”“Age Gap, What Age Gap?”

But none of it mattered. Because as he walked away toward the garage, he glanced over his shoulder and winked at you—and that was the only headline you needed.

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HAIR 😍😍

[mauvecherie-writes]

𝐝𝐫𝐢𝐩, 𝐝𝐢𝐯𝐞, 𝐝𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐧 — 𝐥. 𝐡𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐭𝐨𝐧

— rating: 18+ NSFW, explicit.

— summary: Lewis just couldn’t wait to get back home to his woman.

— warning: very little plot, minor angst, talks of feelings, fluff, sexually explicit, slight handjob, fingering, oral!f receiving, unprotected penetrative sex, multiple orgasms, rough handling: hair pulling, slight spanking, choking, minor dirty talk, minor aftercare. NOT EDITED

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He couldn’t stop his leg from shaking as the plane continued to descend.

“Since when have you been nervous about flying?” The voice of his father it through the noise of the podcast Lewis was listening to. He moved his headphone away from his ear and turned to his Dad with a soft smile playing on his face.

“I’m not nervous because of flying, Dad. I’m just anxious to see my girl.” Lewis confessed. Anthony chuckled – his smile spread and filled his whole face.

“She’s your girl now? When did that happen?”

“YN’s been my woman from the moment you introduced us. Things have been going really good between us. I just haven’t asked her officially.”

“Why haven’t you?” Lewis sighed at the question, rubbing his forehead as he thought of an answer. The both of you had never really discussed about the boundaries of your relationship, things just fell into place. In the beginning, things were meant to be strictly casual – whenever either of you where in town or whoever could fly out. However, as things progressed over the months, the both of you found yourselves dropping everyone else and exploring things exclusively without thinking too much about it.

However, there was something about this weekend, being away from you, had left an ache in his heart when he thought of you. When you’d spoken to him, telling him that you missed him in that soft, little voice of yours, - you took the last pieces of his heart and made him yours, completely.

“It’s been on my mind lately. I just think it’s time to make it serious. I don’t want her thinking that I’m wasting her time when I know she’s the one.”

“Alright, son. As long as you do what needs to be done. The next I see her; she better be my daughter-in-law.”

“I’ll do my best.” Lewis chuckled.

~

The plane landed and he separated from his parents and rode the town car towards your address. Originally, he would have met you at his home, but it was getting renovated to extend the closet to include more space for you. When it came to fashion, the both of you were competing but you had the leg up due to your vintage bag and shoe collection. One of the many things that he loved about you.

In his hand, he only had his essential hand luggage and a bouquet of your favourite flowers. The rest of his bags would be delivered tomorrow as for what he had planned, there was no need for clothing.

With his spare key, Lewis opened the door to your townhouse and the immediate aroma of spices hit the senses of his nose. It brought a small smile to his face and the sense of welcome. He was home.

“Sweetheart! Roscoe!” He called out and the response he received was an excited squeal and an enthusiastic bark. The patter of nails on hardwood floor and soft thudding of bare feet on the wooden floor got heavier, the closer they came towards him and around the corner. You were ahead of the aging dog, in your barest form of beauty, dressed in just a white, camisole top and an old pair of his shorts. Not caring about what was in his hands, you dove into his arms and wrapped your limbs around his body. The speed in which you came at him almost knocked him out, but he quickly recovered.

“Woah!” Lewis lightly let out a laugh as he manoeuvred the flowers into his other hand and then secured his free arm around your waist as you snuggled your face into his neck and held onto him tightly. Without words, your hug conveyed how much you missed him and God, did he miss you too. Having you in his arms completed him in a way that he had never felt before.

“I missed you too, baby.” He whispered into your ear. He walked away from the door and with Roscoe following until Lewis settled on the couch with you still in his arms. You leaned back and took him in.

“Look at you.” You mumbled as you knocked his cap away from his head and freed his curls from their cage. He had been letting his curls loose lately and you swore your attraction to him increased tenfold. Your fingertips massaged the sides of his temples and his eyes fluttered close, and a lazy smile drew on his face.

“I missed you so much.” Lewis stated again which made you giggle.

“I missed you more even though we FaceTimed every day for these past two weeks.”

“Yeah, but it’s not the same as having you right in front of me, sitting on my lap.” His hands came to your waist and settled there. “Nothing compares to this moment.” He added as he drew soft, circular patterns on the sides of your hips.

“Oh yeah?” You questioned, your eyebrow quirking up as you tried to contain your glee.

“Yes, baby. Now gimme a kiss, we’ve been apart for too long.” You didn’t need telling twice as you leaned down and captured his lips as you cradled his face into your palms. He hummed softly as your lips touched and the tingling feeling of your fingers rubbing on his beard. Lewis smiled was your mouth’s entangled in a slow dance of passion. Lovers, reuniting and quenching their thirst – drinking the lust your bodies desperately seeked. Lewis’s hand came to the back of your neck and pulled you closer as the kiss deepened.

Your core began to dampen, and you could feel him hardening beneath you and for a moment, as you drowned in his consumption, a disgruntled bark broke the haze. You turned your kisses to the underside of his jawline and to his neck as Lewis finally gave Roscoe some of his attention.

“Sorry my boy. I just had to great Mummy first.” He said just before Roscoe jumped onto the couch with some effort and then forced his way in between your bodies causing the both of you to laugh. “Alright boy. You have my attention.” You got up from his lap and placed one more kiss on his forehead and scratched behind Roscoe’s ears.

“Go freshen up, I’ll finish getting dinner ready.

~

Half an hour later, Lewis returned to the living room feeling livelier, changed into another pair of grey sweatpants and nothing more but the rainbow pearls around his neck along with a customised diamond encrusted cuban link chain that you bought him for his birthday. He kept his curls loose, a bit more damp from moisturising them. You licked your lips as you drank in his form. Witnessing his muscles and taut body move across the living room, relaxed and little sluggish. His freshly detailed tattoos, glistening from the shea body oil you know that he took from your side of the vanity table.

As you prepared a plate for him, you began to think to yourself that if you had told yourself a year ago that you would be fixing a plate for a man and becoming a mother to an aging dog who took your heart, you would have laughed at yourself. But here you were, doing exactly that. Tony Morrison was turning in her grave.

You silently watched as Lewis prepared Roscoe for bed, getting him more comfortable.

“Baby, come eat.”

“What did you make?” Lewis asked as he stood to his full height and approached you by the kitchen island.

“Shredded tofu tacos with pico de gallo with triple cooked chips. I made buffalo cauliflower too but that depends on whether you finish these tacos or not.”

“Everything sounds so good.” Lewis unconsciously licked his lips as you placed the food down in front of him. “Your cooking is always good.”

You sat beside him as you watched him eat and be happily fulfilled. Your hand came to the nape of his neck, playing with the tiny trestles of curls that laid there as he ate each of tacos on his plate.

“You should have been a chef.” Lewis groaned as he cleared everything that was on his plate, including the small bowl of buffalo cauliflower that he asked for.

“Why do people love saying that to me just because I can cook?” You giggled.

“Because all of that elbow work you put in could open a very successful, generational restaurant.”

“Fuck off.” You playfully dismissed him as you shoved his shoulder. With his plate clear, you took it away from him. As you stood by the sink, he couldn’t help but admire everything about your being. Before he met you and in the beginning days of your relationship – the hyper independent side of you would have never been doing everything that you were doing now but Lewis took great pride in the fact that you only did this for him.

The owner of your own accounting firm – one of the few forensic accountants in the city. Because of your niche, you were one of a kind and you were the best in the game. Your father and Anthony were tennis buddies, and you had a shared a few games with the man. Anthony introducing you to his son changed your lives.

“How’s the firm?” Lewis asked as he drank his water.

“Good… We finally aced the TSB contract.” You announced which caused his face to break out into a wide grin before he pulled you into his arms as he placed kisses all over your face.

“I knew you would get it! Congratulations sweetheart.”

“Thank you!” You giggled as you wrapped your arms around his neck and softly pecked his lips, the laughter never stopping as he kept coming back for more kisses. His fingers caressed your back as he held you close.

“Joining the baller’s club huh.” You rolled your eyes at his playful comments. As much you were making in the upper six figures – it was nothing compared to your wealthy lover. His generous gifts certainly helped.

“Let me actually fulfil part of my contract first. They could easily change their minds.”

“Then come to a race weekend. It’s more than just entertainment; it’s also a really good place to network with people on an international scale.”

“Look at you being supportive and shit. Am I also getting a hint of something else?” You raised an eyebrow and looked down at him inquisitively.

“I know you’ve been to a couple of races but this time I want you there as my VIP guest.” Lewis nonchalantly shrugged his shoulders as he absentmindedly drew patterns on your exposed skin.

“What race?”

“Which ever race that you can fit into your schedule. I know you’re a busy woman.”

“I’ll see what I can do for you, Mr Hamilton.” You whispered as you leaned down and captured his lips. He hummed softly into your mouth as your tongue leisurely caressed his, taking over his senses as you began to consume his every thought. Lewis could feel himself hardening against you as you pressed against him and all of his feelings that had been building up over the past few weeks that had mounted over.

“Take me out.” He suggested, mumbling onto your lips as he broke away. Your eyes darkened with lust, licking your lips – savouring his taste.

“Just like that?” You whispered.

“Just like that.” Lewis confirmed with his voice in a lowly tone as he moved to his feet and glided his hands away from your hips to your ass and groped it. Shifting your positions, your back was then pressed into the kitchen island edge as he crowded your space. Your hands slid into his sweatpants, and you pulled him out just as he asked.

Lewis sighed softly as your warm hand covered his tip, and you began to tug. His hand came to the back of your neck and pulled your lips towards his. With each stroke of your hand, you could feel him getting harder and harder. His pre-cum coated your palm, making your pulls more fluid, turning him on even more than he already was.

And you? Your essence was beginning to collect in between your thighs. You gasped into the heated kiss as he suddenly lifted your body into his arms, and you secured your legs around his waist. You moaned into his mouth as you felt his length against your warm centre.

Once in the bedroom, you began to strip at the clothing that was suffocating you. Lewis gently laid you down on the bed and pulled the shorts down the length of your legs. The he did the same, discarding the sweatpants and standing in between your legs.

Looking down at you, parting your thighs softly until he could see your cunt. Your core was dripping, your clit blooming and swollen. It never took much to get you wet like this, but it was only something that he could do to you.

“So fucking pretty.” He mumbled, more to himself than you but his comment made you smile, nonetheless.

“You always say that.” You responded as you parted your legs further as he hovered above you.

“Because it’s true. Prettiest pussy I’ve ever seen, and it’s all mine.” He said before he crashed his lips into yours, craving your taste more than he’d ever before. With his tongue parting your lips as he deepened the kiss, he pushed two fingers inside of you.

“Uuhhh.” You whimpered as your tongues collided hungrily. It was like the pit of your stomach was collapsing within itself at how good his fingers felt inside of you. Your walls were so snug and tight around his fingers.

“You’re soaking me already, baby.” He mumbled, his teeth latching onto your bottom lip and lightly tugging.

“Mmm.” You whimpered yet again and wrapped your hand around his wrist as he pushed his fingers deeper into your pussy. The both of you followed a rhythm, the pace increasing as your hips lifted off the bed as your breaths became heavier. Your braids had fallen out of their bun and using his free hand, Lewis loosened the rest and tugged at them, forcing you to meet his eyes. Chest to chest, the chain around his neck brushing against your breast as his hair tickled your cheeks as the curls created a curtain around your face. Complete tunnel vision on him as he made you feel good with his fingers.

Lewis watched as your eyes rolled to the back of your head as he curled his fingers and hooked them on your spot. The sound of your name leaving your lips was so sweet and it made his dick throb even harder. He pulled his fingers out of you, causing you to pout. He quickly changed that expression when he pushed those fingers into your mouth.

You eagerly sucked on the digits, your tongue making sure not to mis any drop – sucking on them just like you would his dick. He smirked as he watched desire drive your actions. With his fingers pushing on your gag reflex. Lewis shifted his body so that he was at eye level with your pussy. The back of your thighs was on his shoulders as his mouth watered at the sight of your lower lips. He unconsciously licked his lips as your arousal trickled out of you.

The sweetest nectar of forbidden fruit.

“Hold your legs for me, sweetheart.” Lewis instructed and you followed his command. Not wasting anymore time, he spread your use open and swiped his tongue from your asshole to your cunt and back. Soft mewls left your mouth as you squirmed beneath his hold. His hands held you down by the back of your thighs as he completely devoured you. He circled your clit with his tongue, dipping the tip in and out of your cunt -making a mess.

“Oh god!” You cried our as your legs tried to close around his head.

“Just me baby.” Lewis chuckled. “It’s me taking care of this sweet ass pussy.”

“Yeess!” You cried as your hand planted themselves in his thick curls and tugged. Urging him for more and Lewis wasted no time giving it to you. As he feasted on your clit, he dipped his finger back into your core. The combination of his tongue and his fingers had your walls tightening around his digits and and he could feel your orgasm on the rise.

“Let me have it. I need it baby.”

“Lew- shit!” You hissed, crying out in pleasure as your juices began to leak out of you.

“Give me more! C’mon!” He urged you. You body seized as your climax took hold, and he desperately lapped your juices until your body stopped trembling.

One of the many things that you loved about Lewis was that he treated sex like an art form. He always took his time learning your body, accepting every reaction that you gave hi, pushing him to stroke you, harder and faster past your limits.

“Goddamn, so fucking beautiful.” Lewis whispered as he placed a kiss on the inside of each thigh and trailed up the length of your body. He hungrily claimed your lips, kissing you with a passionate force that provoked whimpers out of you. Your essence coating his lips, making sure that you know how good you taste.

“I need you inside of me.” You whispered against his mouth as your hand found its way between your bodies and wrapped around his dick.

“Put it in for me, baby.” He mumbled as he lifted your leg and placed it over his shoulder as the other, he held down with his hand as you slowly pushed him into you. Your eyes immediately closed your pussy fit around him like a glove. Made just for him, that’s how good it felt. Nothing and no one compared to this moment.

And you loved it every time.

“Every time.” He sighed as he buried himself deeper into you. Your hand came to his chin and tugged him closer by his bear. You pecked his lips before you pushed your thumb into his mouth. The tingles that shot through you due to the suction made your pussy clench round him.

“Fuck me like you hate me.” You whispered against his mouth.

“Oh, I will. I just needed a minute to appreciate how you feel.” Your eyes slowly peopled open and locked in with his lust filled ones. Lewis crowded your space as he began to move in and out of you.

Nails dug into his skin as your mouth hung open as his every thrust rattled your body. Lewis’s brows furrowed as he enjoyed the fee of your walls rhythmically pulsating around him. Your warmth, your tightness, your wetness – all for him to experience.

No one else.

“Oh my god!” You gasped. Through your glazed eyes, you saw him smirk down at you. He began to circle his hips, driving deeper into your tunnel but keeping the same pace.

“Right there?”

“Yess – Oh fuck! Yes!” Your eyes crossed as you threw your head back. Lewis leaned down and sucked on your exposed neck as he pressed the tip of his dick against the ceiling of your cunt. The sounds you were making were even foreign to you; your toes curled above his head as the knot in the pit of your stomach clenched.

“Fuck, baby. You always feel so good.” He trapped his bottom lip with his teeth and looked where your bodies joined. The wetter and tighter you got, the more he sped up until a ring of your cream collected at the base of his dick.

“Lewis!” You cried out his name.

“I know baby, I know. Give it to me.” He mumbled as he leaned down and placed kisses along your jawline. “Come on this dick, YN.”

Your words got stuck in your throat as you arched into his chest.

“I want you to look, sweetheart.” Lewis said. “Look at how I fuck this sweet pussy, and you cream all over me.”

“Baabbyy.” The nickname came out as a whimper as you dipped your head down and looked as his dick nestled deep inside and pull out, over and over. Your cream was covering his length and catching on his trimmed pubes. Without thinking, you reached down and with your finger, collected your essence and brought your fingers to his mouth. Lewis groaned as your cum touched his tastebuds.

The look of pure hunger in his eyes was your trigger. Tingles shot up your spine and took over you. “OH FUUU-.” The words were lost in a silent scream as your orgasm erupted. Lewis moaned aloud as you felt his release flood your walls which intensified your climax. You dropped your legs to his waist and wrapped your arms around him after he was spent.

He collapsed on top of you and took deep breaths to gather yourselves even though he was pressing on your chest. Lewis then patted the side of your thigh, and you moved your limbs away from his body. You softly sighed with a pout as he pulled out of you and disappeared into the en-suite.

You climbed towards the headboard and laid down onto your stomach with your eyes closed. You felt the bed dip beside you, then the warm dampness of a cloth on the inside of your thighs. A hum left you as you enjoyed the tenderness of his touch as he cleaned you up and left chaste kisses where his fingers gripped your skin.

“Thank you, my love.” Your voice came out airy and soft. The way you sound when you are tired.

“You’re not falling asleep on me, are you?”

“Not a chance. You have much to make up for.”

Lewis chuckled. “I do, don’t I?”

“You were only gone for two weeks but why did I miss you so much this time?”

“Because before I left, we had an unfinished conversation.”

You turned around onto your back, the jiggling flesh of your breast bouncing with the movement. The sight of that had his dick standing to attention. By the little smirk on your face, you knew what he had referring to.

“You have been my unexpected surprise. Coming at a moment I had sworn no distractions.”

“Am I a distraction to you, Mr Hamilton?” You asked as you leaned forward onto your elbows, and it brought your face closer to his.

“No, you’re not sweetheart. You’re everything I didn’t expect to be blessed with and more.”

“I like that answer.” You closed the gap between you and pecked his lips.

“I like you.” He murmured as he kissed you back, holding onto your Ips for longer. Your hand came to cup his cheek.

“I like you too.” With one last peck, you moved away from the bed. You don’t know why but the sudden urge to run took hold and you swiftly moved to the closet as the beating of your heart was loud in your ears. You had known that this conversation was coming. It had been lingering over your heads for more than enough time now and yet, a part of you was still not ready to face it. You had already given so much into this relationship and what scared you the most was how … easy it was to do. Lewis pulled out parts of you that had been dormant and you hated how it made you love him even more for it.

To be confronted with his feelings too. To know that he reciprocated what you gave and then-some was overwhelming.

“You avoiding me sweetheart?” You heard him speak from behind you as you turned your attention your jewellery vanity.

“Babe…”

“No, no. You are avoiding me.”

“I’m not. I’m just trying to get my emotions in control.” You confessed as you stayed facing the dresser, sorting out your jewellery, trying to keep your fingers busy.

“Talk to me then.” His voice sounded closer than before, but you didn’t feel his warmth.

“You have no idea how badly I want this.” You whispered your admission. “And for so long, it felt like admitting it out loud was a fool’s dream.”

“Did you think I didn’t want the same thing as you?” He asked.

“It’s not that I didn’t but I was weary because I know that this is a trying time in your career and you’re so focused on reclaiming what was stolen from you and you’re such a narrow minded visionary when it comes to your goals and as much as I can feel that you want this – you are right in saying I might be a distraction.” You nervously chewed on your bottom lip as your fears spilled out. You still weren’t looking at him, but you felt his arms circling your waist and his face buried in the crook of you neck.

“It would be foolish of me to say you’re wrong. You’re right, I do want to get back to the top of my game and I’m doing everything in my power to make sure that I do. And despite saying all of that, the way I feel about you YN far surpasses that. We were meant to find each other when we did. You are here to remind me that there are things that don’t wait for the right moment. I would be a fucking idiot if I let you go and ask you to wait when I can experience what we have now and grow in love together.”

You were quiet as you let his words wash over you and settle within your heart. “You really mean that?” You asked, your voice soft but full of hope. Your bodies swayed side to side as laid kisses on your neck and up to the back of your ear.

“I do. I want this for as long as you want me, but I don’t want to do this with anyone else, and I don’t want to.” His touch melted you as he explored your curves, enticing your senses, and you could feel his hardness beginning to press against your ass. Your body felt like it was vibrating from how much it craved him.

“Lewis.” You mumbled his name as he bent your body forward until you were pressed over the vanity table. The bite of the wood against your chest did not compare to the sizzling touch of his fingers in between your thighs, spreading your wetness around. Your body just called to hi and he always knew how to answer.

“Ssshhh, I know just what you need, sweetheart.” He spoke as he parted your legs even further and slipped right back into you. You braced yourself by holding onto the vanity’s edge as he delivered long and deep strokes.

“Oh my!” You gasped as your eyes rolled to the back of your head. His thrusts rattled your body over and over until your legs were trembling beneath you. The way that he was controlling your body, you knew that there would be no-one else that would ever come close.

Your orgasm quickly rose, jumbling your thoughts and only leaving Lewis. Your hand behind and pressed against his abs.

“Move your fucking hand!” He hissed through his gritted teeth as he pushed himself deeper into you. “You told me to fuck you like I hated you and I am.” You could hear the teasing in his voice. Then he wrapped your braids around his wrist and pulled until your back was deeply arched. The new angle had you gasping for air and standing on your tiptoes as you braced yourself.

The slapping of his pelvis against your ass, your mingled heavy breathing, and the quivering of your cunt around his dick was pleasurably overwhelming.

Tell me you’re mine, YN.”

“I – I, oh GOD!” You screamed as your eyes closed with tears lining your lashes.

“Fucking tell me!” He taunted with a heavy slap on your ass cheeks.

“Yes! Yes! I’m yours!” You moaned out loud. Using your braids, he pulled you up to his chest and placed your right knee onto the vanity table. His left hand came to your jaw and other came in between your thighs and rubbed on your clit in rhythm with his thrusts.

Lewis licked his lips as he watched the pleasure completely take over your face. He held onto your jaw and the pressure forced you to open your eyes and meet his gaze.

“You promise?” His words soft and light as if his dick wasn’t hammering on your sensitive spot. You nodded your head as your eyes crossed as you clawed at the hand applying pressure on your throat. Your moans turned to soft but heavy whimpers as your walls tightly clenched around his dick, causing Lewis to hiss against your cheek.

He pounded you faster and faster until both you and the vanity were rattling. You held on tightly as your climax peaked and Lewis held onto you tightly as he coated your walls, his hoarse moans sweetly ringing in your ears. He rutted into you until he was spent.

The smell of your sex and the sound of your breathing were your only companion until you opened your eyes and the first thing you spotted was the crack on the side of the vanity mirror. You couldn’t stop the giggle that escaped.

“What?” Lewis questioned as he untangled himself from you and turned you around until you were facing him.

“We broke the vanity.” You said as you played with his chains. His eyes moved past your head to the crack. He smiled as he turned back to you until his lips met yours and pulled you into a passionate kiss.

“You won’t need this one anymore. I bought you a bigger and sturdier one for the new closet in Knightsbridge.” The lack of hesitation in his statement brought finality to what this was.

“This is it huh?” You smiled as he picked you up in his arms and headed towards the shower.

“This is it. You’re the only one for me, YN.” He smiled as you ran your hands through his now sweat damp curls. You hugged him tighter. Yeah, this was it for you too.

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[palefacestudentlove]

sanctuary - lewis hamilton

lewis hamilton x reader

summary: six rejections, one simple knock, before a labyrinth only they could navigate turned into a sanctuary so sacred. unseen and untouched by the world. but built strong and steady for their little light.

a/n: love story by indila (orchestral ver) on repeat while writing this one.

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03:55

The number on the bedside alarm clock glowed in red. A soft crackle, from the baby monitor. Lewis stirred, eyes slowly blinking open in the still dark master bedroom, save for the soft light from down the hallway peeking through the slightly opened bedroom door. The soft glow of the light faintly illuminating the soft curve of the shoulder belonged to the figure beside him. The sight swelling the beating heart in his chest. So eternally beautiful, despite the visible exhaustion painted on her face. You had fallen asleep late last night, on the sofa in the living room. And Lewis had carried you into your shared bed. 

He didn’t blame you. Motherhood demanded so much from you. Still, you had given everything for your little light: your body, your sleep, your energy. Not even once had he heard you complain about anything. Every night or early morning, you had been the first one to raise at the faintest crackle from the baby monitor, attending to your newborn son with a gentleness carved from love. But this morning, he beat you to it. 

Another soft cry crackled from the monitor. Lewis’s lips curved into a soft smile.

A bit early today huh, bud?

Carefully, Lewis peeled back the duvet, not wanting to wake you up. His feet carried him to the nursery. Slow and reverent. Legs kicking, your son’s face turned toward his father’s direction as he stepped closer to the crib. His tiny fists clenched in the air, reaching to his father, begging him to take him into his arms. Lewis scooped the baby up, cradled him close to his bare chest. Instinctual. Almost instantly, the cries softened as soon as the baby registered his father’s warmth. One that he had become so familiar with even before he was born, when your womb was still his home.

“Hey… It’s okay, I got you, bud.”

The baby let out a tiny huff. Soft and warm against Lewis’s collarbone as your shirtless husband settled in a rocking chair tucked in the corner of the nursery. As the baby boy began to calm and drowning in sleep again, Lewis let out a breath. Soft. Relief and realization sinking in as his eyes looked around the room. Soft tiny clothes folded neatly, stuffed animals laying down on the carpet.

No words could carved out the feelings that were swimming through his veins perfectly. Just a few years ago, roaring engines, champagne on podiums, and restless chase of victory were all that coloured his world, mainly. Nothing he had ever experienced back then could prepare him for this warmth that was flooding his heart and soul. Nothing could prepare him for having his heart and soul beautifully wrecked by this—his firstborn, your own little light you had brought into this world, safe in his arms and his beautiful wife sound asleep just one room away.

But the path Lewis walked to arrive here was far from smooth.

Most people assumed it must have been effortless for him, to win you over. As if you’d crumbled just at the sight of his smile, as if the sound of his name alone had been enough to unlock the door to your heart. They were all wrong. He had to earn it. And he was almost brought down to his knees.

Six times. 

Six painfully humbling and pride-crushing times.

Each time, your rejection was warm and gentle, but unwavering. Each time, you had sent him away with a strange combination in his heart. Not anger. Not bitterness. But something entirely worse but crushingly beautiful at the same time. It was frustration coated with deep admiration. By the sixth no, it was no longer just interest for him. By the sixth no, it had become crystal clear to him. The search for his forever is finally over. Every single note of noise he had known, every single charm he had learned to sharpen dulled beside the clarity your presence provided.

So on the seventh try, there was no call, no text, no flowers, no fancy stuff. Nothing.

Except a knock on the door of your parents’ house.

So you gave him a chance, one dinner. And that day, the hollow garden Lewis had kept sacred in his heart welcomed its first blossom.

But even after all of it–the seven tries, the slow and quiet weaving of something genuine, the slow mornings and unspoken nights spent together–Lewis still came dangerously close to losing you once.

You’ve always understood—clearer than most—how the world would never hand Lewis its gentlest grace. It was always loud and bright that grace was a language rarely spoken to him. You have witnessed through your own eyes and ears. How his warmth would be painted into arrogance in striking colours, and his confidence branded into defiance. The world would twist and bend everything genuine into something threatening. Every single time. And you recognized how it drained him in a slow and quiet erosion only love would notice. Even though he kept rising above it all. Because you understood how much the sport meant to him. Despite everything. 

Unlike any other drivers, it was never just racing and winning for him. For him, it was about leaving the world better than he had found it. Something that will forever outlive the numbers, the glories, and the adrenaline. And you respected that with total admiration. So when he came to you with his heart in hand, you asked for only one thing: that your love remained a veiled sanctuary, untouched and unseen. Until the sport no longer claimed him. Until the day where he walked away from the track and the engines finally fell silent. 

But it wounded him. 

Having insignificant faces but yours surrounding him in his side of the garage at every race. Not being able to hold your hand in his for the world to witness. Having you kiss him and whisper “come home safe” before almost every race, but only behind closed doors. Witnessing how you would just smile through all the stupid headlines pairing him with women that never mattered to him.

You had asked for no recognition. Calm in your request. But Lewis saw through it. He knew that didn’t mean your heart didn’t ache for it, in the quiet hours, when the world was deep asleep. You were placing his happiness above your own. You were building a safe house for his joy with your own hands, at the cost of dimming your light. You swallowed the dark side of the world to avoid him tasting it. But Lewis couldn’t stand that. He didn’t want safety if it cost you your light. That was what led him to a choice that still haunts him until this very day. 

He had tried to let you go once. Convinced it was the better choice.

“Maybe we should stop before it ruins us completely.”

And you walked out without a single tear in your eyes. Just a firm acknowledgment of what he wanted and had requested from you. If this was written in history, the ink would have you painted as someone weak. For walking out without a fight. But history rarely spends its ink in writing the untold stories that carry the heaviest truths.

You would have gone to war with zero hesitation in your bones if it meant your sanctuary remained untouched. You would have admitted your wrongs with no fear in your breath and learned how to fix it if that’s what it takes to shield what you were building with Lewis from unravelling. But what do you do when the war wasn’t declared by the world or yourself? What do you do when it was declared by the very person you would fight the world for? That was the one fight that killed even your fiercest fire, turning them into ashes. That was the one fight that put a blindfold on you, leaving you powerless, disarming you.

He had made a choice. So you honoured it. And for the first time, the sanctuary you had been building at the time appeared more like ruins, and felt less like safety.

Your departure was quiet and calm, but complete. Your stuff, removed spotlessly from Lewis’s apartment when he was away for a race. Your scent on his bedsheets and hoodies stripped clean, replaced by the floral detergent. Every single gift he had bought for you, packed meticulously in a box. There was no wait for him to come back before leaving. Not even the slightest consideration of it had crossed your mind. By the time he returned to his apartment, it was as if you had removed your entire existence from the world. From his world. Clean and untraceable.

The very first time he heard anything about you after that was after Silverstone. His first win after 945 days of a winless streak. At his home track. The one race where he had cried visibly, through his radio, on the podium, in front of the crowd, hugged by his parents. Yes. After that Silverstone.

Six days later. Quarter past nine in the evening. To be exact.

Carmen had dropped by. It was painful for her too, when she had heard about the news. But she knew Lewis had to know. So she lingered. Tried to make her presence soft and comforting. Because she knew how the news was about to wreck him that night. It carried something heavily meaningful in Lewis’s life. A name. 

“Y/N was at the race today, sweetheart. She was there.”

His blood went cold. Limbs stiffened at the sound of your name. But Carmen didn’t even flinch. She, of all people, knew best how deep your name was carved into Lewis’s heart. She knew how your name was never just a name to Lewis. It’s a promise. It’s a movie full of memories that never left his mind. It’s poetry. And most importantly, a reminder.

Carmen knew that. She knew how this was so much more than just a simple news. And she knew how there was more to this news. So with a heavy heart, she continued.

“She was there in the crowd. Left before the podium. But she was there, the entire race,” she paused before continuing.

“She sat through the whole race, in the grandstand. Alone.”

Air was sucked out from Lewis’s lungs.

Grandstand?

A public ticket?

Alone? 

Lewis swore he could feel the violent punch every single realization landed on him. Cruel. Hard. Ever since your departure, Lewis never failed to have a VIP pass saved for you. For every race. But not even once had you claimed it. And you came to Silverstone, through a public ticket? 

You had shown up. Despite everything. Still looking after him, even from a distance. All this time, Lewis had convinced himself that he had done the right thing by letting you go. He believed it was unfair to put you in the shadows. He believed that allowing you to put his happiness above yours was a mistake. He was entirely convinced the decision he made was brave.

Except it wasn’t. And he was wrong. Entirely. Because every single night, hurt knocked on the door of his heart. And every time he woke up to your side of the bed empty, longing stood bold on the corner of his room. Mocking him cruelly.

What Lewis didn’t realize back then was how utterly and intricately different you are. You are poetry. The kind that never rhymes with others, but never fails to reach the deepest unreachable side of him where hands couldn’t. Unlike others who fell in love with his flowers, you learned to love his roots. Looking past the beautiful blossom of his magnificent flowers. You took your time, learning to love and care for the parts of him no one ever cared about. Especially the parts he himself sometimes couldn’t bear to touch.

While others became helpless when autumn hit, you stepped forward. Steady and soft, you offered your hands. Willingly tending to him with a gentle strength. Untouched by all the mess, even when everything golden of him started to fall. Allowing him to put his armour down. Building him a space where he may be weak. With you, he never had to stand on a stage. With you, he never had to perform. Through your eyes, he was never seen as a headline. 

He is just Lewis.

Lewis had encountered hundreds, thousands of people in his life. Those whose life was all about how to shine in front of lenses and flashes. Those with purposeful smiles, perfectly timed laughter, and curated words. He couldn’t blame them. The world, especially the one he lived in, was built on attention and visibility. A place where everyone wanted to be seen. 

Until you came. A fresh breath after drowning.

You moved through the world with just enough weight to just exist. You were a whisper. Always present, occupying the space. But never demanding, not even once. While others’ life unfolded in pixels through curated screens, yours unfolded in private. Untouched. Your life was never available for the world to scroll through. Every single knowledge about you was a privilege that had to be earned. No one knew anything about you except for the ones with the right key. No one knew your favourite coffee, or what song was on your favourite playlist. There were no selfies for people to zoom into, no words people can dissect and twist into their liking to fit their narrative.

The world never knew. They didn’t even have the slightest knowledge about your relationship with Lewis. Or about the break up. Not even when the two of you found your way back into each other’s embrace, again. Your love for Lewis existed in a silence so complete, it became a sanctuary for him. Untouched by the cruelty the world never fails to offer.

Back then, before he forced you into building a wall so tall around you, he hated the quietness. Mistook it for something so cruel and unfair. Back then, the quietness had appeared as distance and absence in his eyes. He felt like he was committing a betrayal so cruel—to love you in private so loud, but having to walk past you in public so quietly. But your time apart had softened that into something he had learned to appreciate now. It taught him with clarity to finally understand what you had always known.

The silence you chose back then, was never the absence of love. It was a protection. All of it—the stillness, the privacy—was an armour to keep your love a sacred thing. Pure and undisturbed by the world, only accessible to you and him.

The world’s first glimpse into your shared life came quiet. Greeting the world on a Monday evening. It came to greet the world through a post from Lewis. A single candid photo of you and him from the wedding. A love so infectious dulled the visible wedding bands in the photo. Four words in the caption. And that’s all it took for the whole world to explode.

I am finally home.

A statement made clear by Lewis to the whole world. 

She is here. My sanctuary is finally here. And I am home.

07:44

The shy morning light tiptoed in, not yet daring to step in fully into the nursery. Afraid of disturbing a sight so crushingly beautiful in the silence. The only visible sound was the soft breathing of two sleeping figures. Your tiny little light tucked into the crib, lips slightly apart. The other figure, the larger one, rested on the rocking chair. Now placed closer, next to the crib. A sight that beautifully captured equal parts of devotion and exhaustion.

You leaned longer against the doorway before walking in quietly. Knelt beside your husband, careful and slow, letting your eyes roam over his face. Soaking in everything. Fatherhood had added a beautiful weight to his eyes, growing a warmth so sacred and deep with devotion. You laid your palm flat on his chest. Over the lion. Soft. Gentle. Your fingertips moved, tracing small circles first. A small hello. And then softly, scratch-scratch-scratch. 

Come back to me.

The move was familiar. Instinctual. One that you would always do whenever you want to bring him back to you. After a long day where the world demanded so much from him. One that became increasingly frequent and regular during your pregnancy. To calm him down when he was sleepless, worrying over you. And even in sleep, his body never fails to recognize the touch. Even now.

“Mmhm…” his eyes fluttered open, slow and heavy.

You smiled, nails still scratching lightly, barely grazing his skin. Slowly pulling him back to you.

“Hi,” you whispered.

His gaze was unfocused at first, until it settled heavy on you—and one of his hands lifted, softly making its way until it rested on top of yours that was scratching his bare chest. Fingers drawing soft circles on the back of your hand. His eyes traced your beautiful features. His wife, wrapped in a soft linen robe. His wife, waking him up with a gentleness so achingly beautiful. Fingers leaving soft scratches on his chest, pulling him back. Drowning him in love, again and again.

“I fell asleep in here?" he rasped, voice thick with sleep.

You chuckled softly, nodding.

Lewis pulled you up, settling you into his embrace. One hand rubbing up and down your spine. The other one secured around your waist. He nudged your nose with him, before raising one hand to brush away a strand of hair. His thumb tracing the bottom of your lips, soft and slow. Before pulling you closer to him, letting you rest your forehead against his. Lips almost touching.

“Stay. Just for a bit.”

Your love story with Lewis was a labyrinth. A place so intricate and inescapable he had willingly chosen to be immersed in. There was a time, during your time apart, when every move forward felt like ten moves away from you. Each day stretched with your absence felt like declaring a war he never wanted. But in the heart of the tangled mess, it became crystal to him. That it was you for him. Always had been and always will be. So he walked deeper, putting one foot in front of the other while tending to the garden in his heart at the same time. To welcome you back when you come home. Whenever that was. The journey was far from easy. But Lewis had faith. And fear ends where faith begins. So he kept going. 

Never to escape. Only to reach you.

When he found you, he reached for your hands. Together, you learned how to love each other, walked through every dead end and twisted turns with courage. And escaped the agonizing labyrinth. Even now, it still felt like a dream to him. Your son, safe asleep in his crib. Wrapped in the gentleness of the morning, protected by the loving gaze from both of his parents. You, safe in his arms. Embracing him with warmth through every single touch you laid on his skin. This was what Lewis almost lost. This was what he had almost walked away from, forever. But now held safe in his arms.

His sanctuary.

[scuderia-hamilton]

happy one year anniversary to the most iconic day in F1 history

[mea-clara-lux]

2004

(Referenced Lewis’s outfit for both of them)

[wolfythewitch]

I can't believe none of you told me this

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[no-144444]

carpet confessions- l.hamilton

summary: you surprise lewis on the red carpet, he surprises the world with some news

pairing: lewis hamilton x fem! reader

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Lewis had no idea you’d be there when he pulled up to the stupid livery launch thing. He had no interest in it, other than sitting there and being perfectly polite. You were supposed to be his plus one, but you’d been called overseas for work as the Indycar season started, so you couldn’t make it. 

Or so you thought. 

As things wrapped up with Daytona, the interviewer you were filling in for recovered from the flu quickly, so you rushed back to London to be there with Lewis. 

You stood on the red carpet with a gorgeous long red dress on, perfect for his new team, ready to ask some questions to the drivers. Lewis and Charles showed up in style, posing with Fred as they got out of the car. He looked up to pick a camera to look at, and all he saw was you, 20 metres down the carpet. His jaw dropped and he rushed over, forgetting about the photo and just rushing up to you. He wrapped his hands around your waist as he pressed his lips to yours, the crowd going crazy. 

“Couldn’t make it?” he pulled back, sassy as ever. 

“Things change,” you shrugged, smirking. 

“I am so glad to see you,” he smiled, taking your arm and starting to walk up the carpet. . 

“Woah mister,” you stopped. “I’m not off the clock,” you pointed out the big SkySportsF1 camera in front of the two of you, which had in fact video your entire greeting, broadcasting it to many screens. “So, Sir Lewis Hamilton, how are you feeling about tonight?” you asked, going straight into interviewer mode. 

He rolled his eyes but kept his arm around your waist and smiled. “I’m feeling good, very excited to start this new chapter. How are you doing Mrs. Hamilton?” 

Your jaw dropped as you lowered your microphone. “Lewis!” you scolded. “I thought we weren’t telling people-”

He grabbed your mic and lifted up your left hand, showing off the engagement and wedding rings there. “We got married over the break!” he cheered into the mic as again, the crowd on the carpet went wild. You just chuckled along with him, shaking your head. 

Lando came up behind you two, grabbing the mic off of Lewis and adding his own news. “Lewis cried the whole way through his vows!” he shouted into the mic with a cheeky grin as Lewis rolled his eyes, then he gave the mic back to you and ran. 

“Oh and he almost dropped the ring,” you told the camera before Lewis pulled the mic out of your hand.  “Yeah, yeah, enough. I’m going to commandeer this lovely interviewer from you, if you don’t mind Sky, and I’m going to enjoy my night with my wonderful wife,” he smiled into the camera, then waved, and whisked you down the carpet.

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[lazysoulwriter]

drunk confessions - lewis hamilton.

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It’s nearly 2 a.m. when Lewis' phone starts buzzing on his nightstand. He groggily reaches for it, squinting at the screen.

You.

He exhales a quiet chuckle before answering. "Didn’t expect to hear from you at this hour," he teases, his voice deep and raspy from sleep.

"Lewisssss," you drag out his name dramatically. "You have to come get me."

He sits up immediately. "What’s wrong? Where are you?"

"I’m drunk," you announce, as if it’s the most serious emergency in the world. "Like, really drunk. Like… I think my shoes are talking to me. And I hate them."

Lewis bites his lip, suppressing a laugh. "Alright, where are you, trouble?"

You tell him the name of the bar, and without hesitation, he throws on a hoodie and grabs his keys. Casual or not, he’s not about to leave you stranded.

-

The moment you slide into the passenger seat, you sigh dramatically. "I knew you’d come," you say, slumping against the window.

"Course I did," he replies, glancing at you with amusement. "Couldn't leave you out here having existential crises with your shoes."

You frown, suddenly serious. "They deserved it. They were being mean."

Lewis laughs, shaking his head. "Alright, let’s get you home."

"Your home," you correct. "I wanna go to your place."

He raises an eyebrow but doesn’t argue. "Alright, my place it is."

You hum in approval, then after a beat of silence, you sigh dramatically again. "Lewis."

"Hmm?"

"You’re so… handsome," you say, reaching out to poke his arm like you’re testing if he’s real. "It’s honestly kinda rude."

He smirks. "I’ll be sure to apologize for that later."

-

Getting you inside is one thing. Getting you to sit still? Another challenge entirely. You’re overly affectionate, giggling every time he touches you, and dramatically melting into him when he tries to help you stay upright.

"You need to shower," he says, leading you toward the bathroom.

"I need to kiss you," you counter, poking his chest. "But someone is being difficult."

Lewis chuckles, steadying you by the shoulders. "Shower first, yeah?"

You pout but nod. "Fine. But you have to help me."

He sighs but obliges, turning on the water and carefully helping you out of your dress while keeping his eyes respectfully averted. Not that you make it easy.

"Are you blushing, Sir Lewis Hamilton?" you tease, poking his cheek.

"Behave," he warns, but the grin never leaves his face.

He helps you into the shower, staying outside to hand you shampoo and making sure you don’t accidentally faceplant. Once you’re clean, he wraps you up in one of his hoodies, helping you sit on the bathroom counter while he gently wipes off your makeup.

"You’re so sweet," you mumble, watching him through half-lidded eyes. "Like… disgustingly sweet. It’s unfair."

He smirks. "I’ll be sure to apologize for that, too."

Then, suddenly, you grab his wrist, your eyes wide. "Lewis, listen. This is important."

He raises an eyebrow. "I’m listening."

You take a deep breath. "I want to be your girlfriend."

He blinks. "You do, huh?"

"Yes," you say impatiently. "And I don’t care that you’re so much older than me. Like, whatever. Age is fake."

That makes him laugh—a deep, genuine laugh that shakes his shoulders. "Damn, that’s good to know."

You nod seriously. "I demand to be your girlfriend. Immediately."

Lewis grins, brushing a damp strand of hair from your face. "We’ll talk about it in the morning, yeah?"

"Ugh," you groan, rolling your eyes. "Fine. But just so you know, I’m serious."

"I can tell," he murmurs, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead.

-

The first thing you register when you wake up is warmth. Strong arms wrapped around you, the scent of Lewis’ cologne lingering in the sheets.

And then—oh God.

Memories of last night flood in all at once. The drunk call. The declarations. The demand to be his girlfriend.

You squeeze your eyes shut. Maybe if I pretend to be asleep forever, he won’t bring it up.

"Morning, trouble," Lewis’ voice rumbles against your ear.

You hum, pretending to still be half-asleep. Maybe if you keep it cool, he won’t—

"So," he says, clearly amused. "You remember what you said last night?"

Damn it.

You groan, covering your face with your hands. "Unfortunately."

Lewis chuckles, gently prying your hands away. "Good. Because we’re officially dating now."

Your eyes snap open. "Wait—what?"

"You were very persuasive," he teases. "Didn’t think I had much of a choice."

You gape at him. "Lewis, you cannot let drunk me make important life decisions!"

"Why not? She was right." He smirks. "Besides, I think sober you agrees."

You open your mouth to argue, but… you don’t actually want to. Because, really, you do agree.

With a defeated sigh, you bury your face in his chest. "You are so annoying."

He grins, pressing a kiss to your hair. "Yeah, but I’m your annoying now."

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ru’s 💌: this is a test run! An idea I had brewing. I will build up around this scene as it will be a coming story in the new year. everything I had planned to post over the Christmas break, I’m hoping to post it all before the end of January. Love you all 🩷.

current title: tell me lies (could possibly change in the future)

w.c: 2.39K

warning: NSFW 18+, explicit sexual content described, cheating, morally grey characters. NOT EDITED

You were wondering how you ended up with your legs on his shoulders as he dug deeper into you. He was hitting your spot over, and over until you created a puddle beneath your flesh.

Your skin was drenched in sweat as lust drove your bodies to move in perfect tandem. He was touching all of the right spots in the most perfect of ways.

How you ended up with his hand around your neck as he whispered the dirtiest things in your ear, you’ll never truly understand but you were enjoying it.

“Baby…” You gasped as your eyes rolled to the back of your head as he sucked on your neck, his free curls brushing against your skin.

“Talk to me, sweetheart.” He lifted his head from your neck and looked down at you. The curls framing his angelic face despite the lustful wickedness glazing his eyes. You tugged at his growing goatee and pulled him down for a kiss.

“Why are you fucking me like this?” You looked into his eyes as you spoke against his lips.

“Because you wanted keep to playing games with me knowing how I feel about you. This is just the beginning of your punishment, YN.”

You gasped out loud as the memory of that fateful night took a hold of you. You had been trying to forget about the way he handled you, folded you and kissed you. It was the devil on your shoulder that led you to temptation in your darkest moments.

A moment of weakness. You told yourself.

A very bad argument with your fiancé led you into the arms of the worst possible person to find comfort in, his best friend.

The very friend who you knew had feelings for you.

He was saying all of the right words, doing the rights things. It was just a moment of weakness you self soothed.

It was never going to happen again.

The stress was wearing you thin as you pondered over how you were going to move on from this. Your fiancé, Zander was out of the country on a contract building a new resort for the company he worked for. You were missing him and Zander was missing you too but for some reason did not want you flying out to see him even for a weekend. It frustrated you to no end how much he was resisting your presence.

You were angry and you needed to vent. The only person who seemed to be in reach was Lewis. Zander’s best friend. The very friend who you knew liked you in more than a platonic way but chose to reserve his feelings.

And now that friend knew you intimately and so passionately that you were afraid of the feelings that he evoked out of you that night. You made noises that you never knew you could make, you said things that you had never said, made you do things you’d never done before.

“Yessss, suck that dick baby.“ Lewis groaned as he moved your hair out of the way. “You look perfect just like this.”

You snatched the bottle of wine in front of you and poured the rest of the beverage into your glass. You downed half of it as fast as you could, trying to blur the memories of that night away.

They had consumed you. Overwhelmed you and had you so lost that you had to call in sick for the past few days.

It wasn’t guilt that you felt. No - there was no guilt in your actions. The feeling was the heavy burden of shame. The shame of how much you enjoyed it. How much you loved the way he used you for his pleasure. The pure shame of how much you wanted to do it again.

And that made you afraid.

As you sat on your couch, the thoughts of that night took hold once more. The difference in how each man handled you had never been more stark. Zander loved treating you like you were fragile, a treasure to be cherished - as much as you liked the way he loved on you, sometimes you wanted things a little rougher. A little more degrading and Zander never wanted to do those things.

But Lewis did.

He pulled, he slapped, he spat, he choked. He did it all. And you fucking loved it. Because he knew you could handle it. He knew you could take it all and give it back.

No. NO!

You needed to stop this. Reminiscing on the memories of one night that could not happen again was not good for you. You had already wasted enough time and you could not do this anymore.

With the last sip of your wine, you stood up from your couch and began to keep your hands busy. You cleaned the kitchen and began to cook. You got so lost in the preparation that you almost didn’t hear the doorbell ring.

You whipped your head and looked at the security feed of the front door. Your breathing dropped as it dawned onto you who was standing there. You slowly washed your hands as you watched him press the intercom.

“I know you’re in there, sweetheart. I can smell your cooking.” His smooth and rich voice melted you through the speakers.

You wiped your hands and pressed on the microphone button on the security screen. “Go away, Lewis. I don’t want to talk.”

“Then you can listen to what I have to say.”

You took a deep breath as you tried to weigh in your options. You had been avoiding his calls and texts for close to three weeks now, thinking it would help but in his absence, your imposed solitude caused your heart to yearn for more than it should.

How greedy of you.

“You can’t keep avoiding me YN. We’re going to need to at least be on the same page before Zander comes back.”

He was right. You needed to be aligned in the timelines of things, you thought.

That thought led you to opening your door. His presence was immediately felt as he crowded your space. The longer he looked down at you, the more the last of your resolve melted. Before he even came knocking, you knew that when facing Lewis, you were weak.

“You’re only here to talk right? And then you’ll go?” You licked your lips as you watched his draw into a smirk.

“If talking is all that you want to do then that’s all that we’ll do, sweetheart.” The saying of his preferred nickname for you caused your stomach to clench.

You took a deep breath and moved aside to let him through. Closing the door behind you was a seal of fate. Another bad decision being made.

You just couldn’t help yourself.

The both of you ended up in the kitchen, a plate of lentil curry in front of him half eaten with his whiskey glass sitting empty on the island counter.

“Are we going to talk about what happened?” He finally spoke up. Your hip leaned into the side of the kitchen counter as you tried to figure out what to say.

“There’s no need for us to get our story straight right? It’s just going to be a one time thing.”

“YN…”

“No, Lewis. Let’s be good people. It was a moment of weakness in the heat of the moment. And as good as it was, it can’t happen again.”

“And why not?” Lewis asked as he stood up and crossed the island towards you. “You loved it as much as I did.”

“Because I am your best friend’s fiancé!” You exclaimed as you rubbed against your forehead. “That should mean something to you!”

“But it doesn’t! You think him being my friend was going to stop me when you were right there in my arms practically begging me.”

You ignored the last part of his statement. “Maybe your conscious should! You don’t do this type of stuff. I don’t do this.” You exhausted as you tired to place some distance between your bodies. However, Lewis grabbed your wrist and pulled you back into him. You gasped as you braced yourself on his chest, your fingers curling to grab onto the fabric of his sweatshirt.

“You think now, that I’ve had a taste of you that I’ll just stop and walk away?” He expressed as he raised his eyebrow as he licked his lips at the sight of your softly rising chest and parted lips.

“You had all night to do what you wanted with me and you did. We didn’t stop until the morning … that should have satisfied you.”

“But it didn’t. You left me wanting more of you. You left me craving. You left me a greedy man , YN.”

“Kill that greed. You can’t want more. Not with me.” You whispered as you felt his hands begin to travel up the length of your back and push you closer to him. A sigh left your lips as his head dipped around and kissed the nape of your neck.

“I need more of you.” He murmured as he shifted your positions so that your back was pressed against the island with his arms on either side of your body, trapping you in.

“Tell me that you don’t think about us.” He forced you to look into his eyes by angling you upwards by the tip of your chin. His eyes held the same desire that they held that fateful night. You unconsciously licked your lips as you felt the heat of his stare.

“I don’t.” You lied, shaking your head as if to get rid of the memories fogging your thoughts. As if to detect your lies, Lewis smirked.

“I do.” He admitted. “I think about the way that you felt beneath me. The way you felt so good wrapped around me. The way you said my name.”

“Lewis..” You whimpered.

“Fuck.” He groaned. “You said it just like that.” His hands squeezed your hips in response.

“We can’t.” You mumbled as your eyes closed, embracing his hold. He chuckled and the sound rang wonderfully in your ears. He knew that you were not going to put up a fight. You had come to terms with the reality that you wanted more of this, more of him.

“Why not?” He whispered into your ear as he began to place soft kisses onto your skin. “Humour me.”

“It’s going to hurt Zander if he finds out.” You gasped as he sucked harder on your skin.

“Then let’s make sure that he doesn’t find out.”

“The wedding is in two months.” You further argued.

“You won’t make it down that aisle.” He spoke with conviction.

“Why not?” You frowned as you pushed him away from your neck to meet his eyes.

Deviance was all you could see swirling within the whirls of brown. There was more that you could see. The longing that had been lying dormant until now pushing towards the surface.

“That night you met Zander, it was me that you saw first and our eyes locked and it felt like forever. Do you remember?” You nodded your head in agreement. “You captured me then and you’ve let go since. My biggest regret was letting Zander approach you and letting things get this far. I thought it was too late for me and that I wouldn’t be able to stop him.” His confession caused your heart to beat faster. Realisations dawning onto you as you confronted the feelings within that you had long buried.

“That night we shared together gave me my opening. I won’t let that opening close YN. You know that there’s something undeniable between us. That’s why you don’t fight me. That’s why you won’t walk down that aisle.”

“How can you be so sure?” You questioned. You held his gaze as he picked you up and placed you on top of the counter with his body wedged in between your legs.

Your heart was thumping in your chest as you stared down at his lips. Time seemed to have frozen around you, the only sound being heard was the humming of the fridge along with your heavy breathing.

“I’m sure because I’m in between your legs right now. Your head is leaning forward, silently begging for me to kiss you. Your body is answering the questions your mind and heart already know.”

Lewis didn’t move any further, he was waiting for you, waiting for you to make the final move.

You leaned forward. He did the same.

The distance between you disappeared and when your lips were a hair’s breadth away, you stopped.

“This stays between us until I can end things with him.”

Lewis softly smiled. “No one will ever know.” He muttered against your lips.

You then shut your eyes and pressed your mouth against his. His lips were as soft as you remembered and your moans blended together into a tune, a blissful symphony to be caged within your memories. Your heart pounded in your chest as he slid his tongue between the seam of your lips and into your mouth.

A noise left you as you exhaled, your hands went around his neck as the kiss deepened. Your tongues twisted and twirled, a dance to the sounds you expelled. Your pussy clenched, trembling with need as he thrusted his hips forward, rubbing himself against you.

Lewis cradled your face in his hands as you hungered for the taste of his tongue before meshing your lips once more.

“One rule.” You said as you pulled away.

“What’s that, sweetheart?”

“We’ll never use the master bedroom here.”

Lewis groaned as he rolled his eyes. “Where’s the fun in that?”

“We’re already crossing a massive line by doing this. The sanctity of that room is one I don’t want to cross.” He chuckled at your justification as he carried you in his arms to the guest room that he often used.

“Don’t worry, we’ll have our own master bedroom soon and I’ll fuck you on every inch of it.”

You giggled at his optimism. Your attraction was magnetic and it was explosive. The rational part of you knew that this, what was happening, would crash and burn. But the irrational part of your mind was stuck in the moment with him and you wanted it all.

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