redwinelewis

[redwinelewis]

HAVE I KNOWN YOU 20 SECONDS (OR 20 YEARS?) | LH44

type one shot (no part 2 requests please!)

pairing lewis hamilton x wife!reader

summary seeing lewis stepping out of shower brings back fond memories from your childhood

warnings 18+. smut. childhood best friends to lovers. penis in vagina sex. clothes female naked male. no mention of formula 1 or racing. oral (f receiving). author was high on caffeine and hot chocolate so this might suck idk. english is not my first language

author's note me dropping a fic that's not part of the poll imposted the other day 🕺🏽

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the bedroom is dim except for the soft orange light from the bedside drawer. quiet except for the soft humming of the air-conditioner and the sound of shower running in the bathroom.

you are lying in bed with a copy of ‘normal people’ that you paused in one hand, while the other is playing with the hem of a vintage sade shirt that you stole from lewis. the collar is stretched from too many washes. the black and white print of the singer is starting to peel. no bra, just cotton panties underneath. bare legs hiding under the thick duvet. mid-calf socks on with stitch from lilo and stitch pattern on. there's a half-drunk cup of coffee on the bedside table that you brought from the kitchen after dinner, something that has become a routine of yours.

eyes glue to the words on the book, you were caught speechless by yet another scene when you heard the water shuts off, followed by the slow steps of wet feet on marble tiles.

the faint steam sneaks into the bedroom’s atmosphere as the bathroom door opens from inside, carrying with it the scent of lewis’ shower gel. clean, warm, with a faint of expensive citrus that you could always pick out from a room away.

you look up at the same time as lewis steps out. a white towel hanging dangerously low around his hips, clinging to the sharp cut of his v-line. another smaller one is in his hand that he uses to dry his damp curls that cling to the back of his neck.

you swallow, did not mean to stare but your eyes caught on the drop of water sliding from his hairline, rolling slowly down his neck, over the curve of his collarbone, past the dark ink of lion tattoo on his chest and disappeared into the towel’s edge.

lewis is already halfway across the room before his gaze flicks up and stops, catching your eyes.

the stillness in the room changes.

his hand pause mid-motion. “…you’re staring,” he murmurs, voice rough from the shower.

you don't answer, heat spreading to your cheeks. lips press into a thin line before teeth catching the bottom into a bite.

his own curves just a little. barely there. your reaction tells him everything he needs to know.

“you alright, sweetie?” he asks in that tone, british accent thickens, pushing you slightly. it’s obvious. all you need was a little encouragement.

you swallow, voice quiet as you answer with fingers gripping the book a little tighter than you intended. “nothing.”

“not nothing.” he smiles faintly, pulling a cocky smirk with all the rights that he has in this world, still rubbing his hair. the movement making the muscles along his torso shift under skin.

fuck.

your body squirms under the duvet, eyes darting away for a second, but inevitably fall back to him. your throat bobs again with another gulp

“you….” you breath out slowly. “you look…”

lewis’ brows rise faintly. “i look…?”

you almost roll your eyes at how he���s making you say it out loud. because of course he would.

“you look good.”

that makes him laugh quietly. not loud enough to break the moment, but low enough that it seems to sink into your chest.

“you’ve seen me like this before, sweetie.”

“i know. it just reminds me….”

“of?”

your lips twitch into a small smile first.

“when we were kids. and i used to sneak you into my house after we played in the rain. let you shower first so your dad wouldn’t yell at you.”

that earns another laugh from lewis. an actual audible one that makes your belly flutters with butterflies. he looks down, eyes locked at a specific spot in the room, as if he was reminiscing those moments you mentioned all over again.

you were both ten, maybe twelve, and you’ve been out for hours in the empty playground. as it has always been. just two kids who did not fit in. soaked. shivering to the bones but laughing so hard your ribs hurt. you would sneak him into your kitchen, throw a towel into his hands and tell him to be quick before your mum came in.

“i still remember how you laughed when i jumped onto the puddles—”

“and i did the same to you afterwards.” he cuts in softly, grinning. you do too.

“mhmm. and now i’m just… watching you drip water on the carpet instead.”

lewis chuckles again, crossing the room in steps that are not too slow but just enough that you could hear each soft thud of his feet against the floor, filled with hidden determination.

“difference is…. back then i wasn’t trying to make you look.”

your breath catches.

the mattress dips under his weight. his knees sink into the sheets followed by his palms as he crawls up to you with deliberate slowness.

you stay where you were. pulse quickening, letting him take the book from your already weak grip and places it aside. not that the book was anymore interesting that lewis in this moment.

halfway to you the towel around his hips loosening with each shift of his body, slipping an inch lower. he doesn't stop, doesn't adjust it. he doesn't seem to notice. or maybe he just doesn't care.

“still thinking about something?”

a nod. you didn't try to lie. not to him. not when he could already see the truth in the way your pupils were blown wide, breath stuttering at each of his movements.

“you gonna tell me?”

your eyes drop. not to avoid his gaze, but because the motion of his body had loosened the towel at his hips, the fabric sloping just slightly lower. “you…. you're not being fair.”

“me?” his tone is as if you were accusing him of doing something illegal. as if you lying here wearing a cute little purple panties with bow and his shirt twice your size with nothing underneath wasn't driving him insane as well.

“you can't just walk around like that and expect me to not—”

halfway into his crawl over you, the towel slips.

you almost stopped breathing.

lewis is bare. every inch of him on display, bathing under the golden light of the nightstand. damp skin, defined muscle, the steady rise and fall of his chest. unapologetically naked, utterly yours.

it is almost unintentional, the way the towel unfurls and pools against the sheets as his body lowers, heat and weight pressing you deeper into the mattress.

“expect you to what, darlin?” he is close enough now that you could see the tiny droplets still caught in the fine strands of his hair.

your lips part, but no words come out. only the smallest sound that resembles a whimper.

“say it.” he urges, mouth curving against your jaw.

you swallow hard, fingers twitching against the sheets before you reach up, grazing his ribs. his muscles tense subtly under your touch.

“expect me not to want you.”

he makes a soft, approving noise, lips ghosting over yours without closing the distance.

“well do you?”

you voice cracks as you nod with quiet honesty. “always.”

he doesn't waste any more time. he kisses you. slow. deep. the kind of kiss that feels like it could last forever, that doesn’t push, just deepens gradually until you’re leaning into it, chasing more. the kind that drew everything out of your lungs until all that you were breathing was him.

the dampness of his hair tickles your temple, the scent of show gel wrapping around you like second skin. his hand slides down your neck, over your shoulder, skimming the edge of the shirt before slipping underneath. his palm is hot against your stomach.

you shiver, goosebumps awaken at his touch.

“cold?” his lips brushed the question into yours.

you shake your head. “no.”

“liar.” his mouth moves to your jaw, your throat, teeth grazing lightly, biting a mark that makes you hiss, arching your back for more, before his tongue smoothes over the spot. “i can feel it.”

his fingers roam higher, brushing the underside of your breast. a soft gasp escaping before you could swallow it down.

“lewis.…”

“yeah, love?” his voice is all warmth and mischief.

“d-don’t tease.”

“who’s teasing?” he answers like he had rehearsed it before. his hand cups you fully now, thumb rolling over your nipple through the fabric, his eyes drinking in every flicker of reaction, the tiniest whimper that you make.

“i’m just making sure you’re warm.” he answers, making no effort to hide the cheeky tone in his reply.

you manage a breathless laugh, but it melts into a moan when he ducks his head and takes your nipple into his mouth through the shirt, sucking and swirling his tongue over the nub lightly until the cotton is damp and clinging.

his free hand slides down, over your hip, along your thigh, fingers curling into the hem of your shirt before tugging it up, exposing more of you to the air. he shifts, settling between your legs, hands sliding up to hook in your underwear. “can i?”

you nod, breath catching.

he peels them down slowly, dragging the elastic over your socks with a faint grin. “these stay on,” he murmurs, almost to himself.

when they’re gone, his gaze drops and you feel it burns, the way his eyes linger to meet yours again. he bends, pressing a kiss to your knee, then the inside of your thigh, then higher and higher and your body jerks up slightly at his warm breath and scruffy beard making contact with your pussy.

the first stroke of his tongue makes your hips jolt. he doesn’t rush. he works you open with unhurried, deliberate movements, the wet heat of his mouth alternating between slow flicks and gentle pressure. his hands keep your thighs apart, thumbs stroking absent patterns into your skin.

“god, you taste so fucking good, baby.” he says against you, before sealing his mouth over your clit and sucking just enough to make your toes curl and fingers gripping the grey sheets.

your fingers tangle in his damp curls, tugging when he finds the perfect rhythm, and he groans like he likes it, the vibration making your stomach tighten. he keeps going until your legs start to tremble, until your breaths are shallow and uneven and—

he pulls back, lips shiny with the evidence of your arousal, smirking.

“fuck— lewis, please—”

“i know, i know. i want to feel you come around me though.”

you barely have time to register the words before he moves, wrapping your legs around his hips. the head of his thick cock pressing against your thigh. he kisses you again, deeper this time as he shifts to sliding his cock up and down at your slit.

“look at me,” he says, voice a quiet command.

you do, and he pushes in slowly, inch by inch, watching your face to commit to how you look when you fall apart. the stretch has you gasping even after all these years together, nails digging lightly into his shoulders, but he keeps it steady, giving you time to adjust to his size.

once he’s fully inside, he exhales like he’s been holding his breath.

“perfect. so good to me,” he murmurs.

the first thrust is slow and deep, dragging against every sensitive spot. the second makes you whimper, and the sound pulls a low groan from him. he sets an unhurried rhythm, rolling his hips to hit you just right, kissing you between each movement.

it builds like a tide. gentle at first, then stronger and stronger and stronger until you’re clinging to him, gasping and moaning. the sound of skin against skin filling up the room. his words blur against your ear.

“so beautiful.”

“you feel incredible.”

“taking me so well.”

“mine.”

when you come, his name spills from your lips as your whole body shakes under him and he keeps fucking you through it, chasing his own release until he buries himself deep, groaning into your neck as he spills inside you.

for a long moment, neither of you moves. you just breathe together, his forehead against yours, his heartbeat pounding under your palm.

eventually, he eases out carefully, lying down beside you and pulling you against his chest. he tugs the hem of his shirt down over your hips again, like what just happened was entirely innocent.

his fingers trace lazy shapes along your spine. “still cold?”

you chuckle against his skin. “not even a little.”

“good.” he kisses the top of your head, voice thick with contentment. “that’s my job.”

and he holds you there, his warmth seeping into you until you couldn’t be cold even if you tried.

[redwinelewis]

SPORTS CAR | LH44

type one shot (no part 2 requests pls)

pairing lewis hamilton x southeast asian!reader

summary you and lewis take a ride in his sports car, one way or another

warnings 18+. set during singapore gp (it hasn't happened yet but idgaf). reader is southeast asian. smut. car sex. sub!lewis bcs the world needs it (also #i tried). unprotected sex (use condoms, kids). masturbation. eye contact. idk man just listen to that one tate mcrae song like that's the whole warning lol. english is not my first language.

author's note unedited. i got tired and my phone battery was about to die just as they are about to bone so i'm sorry if this feels messy (bcs it is 😭😭)

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lewis knew you could come today. just like every other time when he called, nevermind the nasty words thrown before he walked out of your apartment months ago. doesn't matter what the status of your relationship was with him.

"i'm sorry" "let me make it up to you"

and attached below would be a plane ticket to melbourne. he was static the moment he saw you in front of his hotel suite, as if unable to believe that you were really here after the names you threw at each other. he was not sure what to do. afraid to talk, to touch you.

but you stepped inside like you owned the place. touch his face as if you were able to recognize how fragile he was after the race. then dropped to your knees on your own like he was a celestial being to worship. like you instantly knew what he needed was the heaven that is your mouth to take him deep, to make him forget about all the things that went wrong during the race.

you let him grab your hair. pull you up to bite your lip, desperate to draw blood darker than the ferrari he drove. he spanked your ass red like he was punishing himself for every car he couldn't overtake, for every time a strategy went wrong. and he'd fucked you stupid every time.

don't get it twisted. you and lewis loved each other, as every couple do. you loved him sincerely, not for the seven times champion of the world that he is, but for who he is beneath that glamourous persona. you loved him for lewis who doesn't like the smell of onions. who would ignore his nutritioner's advice and hide a sweet treat in his house every once in a while. who likes to tangle up his cold feet to yours every night under the cover. he bared himself to you more than he ever did with anyone else. but it was never a proper relationship. blame it on distance, blame it on commitment. maybe his name. perhaps you couldn't keep up with his fame. but lewis let the frustration of his work got to him even after he promised you that it wouldn't.

you love him, but you were not about to babysit his emotions. just like every othe ticking bomb, when the time's up, it exploded.

the first time he ghosted you and sent a break up text the next day, you weren't phased.

you've always known.

maybe some part of you expected this to happen. being with him was already a dream. perhaps when he walked out of your door without any word, it was time for you to wake up.

but he came back. and you still let him crawl back to bed with you. whispered apologies about things that he will most definitely do again. fucked you slow like you're still his.

because you are.

and the cycle continues.

singapore isn't any different.

the heat of the country doesn't compare to the one in this vintage ferrari, even after putting the air-conditioner to the highest setting and lowering the windows just enough to let the cold night air inside. lewis is next to you, one hand controlling the steering steadily with ease, the other on his lap with his eyes on the road. he has changed into a more comfortable clothes post-race, ditching his race suit to a plain white shirt that hugged every curve of his muscles deliciously alongside a cap paired with a luxurious dior jeans. he gave his jacket to you in the garage before the light went out, in which you tied around your hips before getting inside his car.

the vehicle is silent save it for the low hum of his playlist playing the weeknd on the radio. it's almost two in the morning, and the roads are quiet with almost no other car in sight except for a black mpv behind, driven by lewis' bodyguard.

when the car stops at red light, the british man finally speaks.

"i didn't think you'd come." he says, his voice a low but audible mumble without looking at you.

"i would always come." you avoid his eyes as well as you reply calmly, save it for the storm currently brewing in your heart.

"you didn't have to."

"i want to." your reply is quicker this time

"why?"

"because you need me."

pause.

you answered fast but confident. you did not stutter. like it was a no brainer to you. you catch how his grip on the steering wheel tightens slightly. his jaw flexes like he's restraining himself from speaking.

he doesn't like that you're right, doesn't like how you immediately read his text when he asked you to come to the grand prix here. without hesitation, no thinking about it twice.

"i keep treating you like you were replaceable." the way he said it was as if he was afraid of admitting the truth but knew that it had to come out eventually.

"no. if that were the case, you would have cheated. it's the expectations that got to you. the weight to perform, and i understand." pause. "it's the radio silence i don't like. that you don't trust me enough to share your world with me. you never talked, you just fucked me and disappeared. and you came back when you feel that things are about to crumble again."

the light finally changes to green, signalling him to drive again but he doesn't, letting the car mingle in the middle of the empty road.

when he finally turns to look at you, you see through the corner of your eyes that his are dark and intense with hidden emotions that he never showed before. and then finally he utters the million dollar question, quiet, like the answer will wreck him. "then why do you let me come back?"

you meet his eyes and answer like you've been waiting your whole life for this moment.

"because i love you." the words just slip out like they're instinct, and you have to bite your lower lip to keep yourself together. "because i know that under all the bravado and insecurities, you're actually a good man who cares. and i know you love me too. i'm just waiting for the time where you finally trust me."

lewis looks away. he exhales, and it's a strangled and choked up sound that seems like it was ripped out of his throat as the car moves again.

you could see the muscles in his jaw working, clenching and unclenching. his veins popping like they're trying to escape his skin. he's a known man of control. of composure. and right now he's trying to keep everything down. his thoughts, his feelings. fighting the guilt and shame that's overwhelming him with a force that never seemed to break.

for a moment, you want to reach for him. touch his skin. caress his face. comfort him. the same way you've always did when he walks into your space in vulnerability. when he feels like the sky is coming down on him. like he's the force that keeps this world together.

but you're exhausted too. of loving him so blindly to the point where you don't care if your feelings and your body are being discarded easily like they meant nothing to him after you gave him everything.

so you stay quiet. resting your hand on the handbrake, fingers wrapped around the cylinder, thumb absentmindedly brushing back and forth across the tip.

lewis almost choked on his breath when he saw.

he doesn't know if you did it on purpose to taunt him or not. the gesture makes him remember all the ways you touched him before. familiar and practiced. undoubted and confident. every touch seems to be made for him. that thumb of yours that's lazily brushing over the head of the handbrake was on his skin just a couple of weeks ago. your lips near his ears, whispering sweet nothings to distract him from the disasterous race in baku.

and then the shame and guilt flood back, like they always do. how dare he, being this greedy for you, while knowing damn well that he has done nothing to deserve it. to deserve you. your touch, your attention, your love.

but does lewis care?

no.

and so he speaks. "do you trust me?"

you jerk back to reality after your mind wandered somewhere else. your hand stops moving on the handbrake, now back to your lap, completely unaware of the effect that your previous action had on him.

you stare at lewis, taking in his sudden question. he's keeping his eyes on the road, but you could sense that something has shifted in the last couple of seconds.

"depends on what for." you say warily.

"i'm about to do something reckless."

an alarm bell starts blaring inside your head as soon as the answer leaves his mouth. reckless? the word "reckless" with lewis hamilton doesn't mix well. because lewis hamilton is not a man of chaos. or randomness or doing anything in a spur of the moment. he plans his outfits a week prior, arranges his instagram feed to match, schedules his errands for the whole month.

the difference tonight is having you next to him and you make him behaves the way he never thought he would.

you shift slight in your seat, asking carefully. "what do you mean?"

lewis doesn't answer. instead, he changes his gear, moves to a different lane and turns left without warning. both the speed of the car and your heartbeat accelerate, and you almost scream, grabbing your seatbelt and his thigh simultaneously to steady yourself in your seat.

"lewis!"

he pays no mind. flooring the pedal, his gaze switches back and forth between the back mirror and the road, trying to lose his bodyguards behind.

the car takes a several unexpected and random turns. and when lewis is sure that the sight of the mpv is gone, he slows down and parks his ferrari in an alley dark and quiet enough.

"you're fucking insane." you say, taking a harsh tone but without any malice. just a fact.

lewis doesn't comment, because you're right.

and you're the cause.

"where are we? what is this?" you demand.

lewis turns off the engine before glancing at you, unbuckling his seatbelt without looking away.

"you know what this is."

oh.

you shiver. swallowing. you recognize the dark look in his eyes. the way eay his pupils are blown in an undoubted lust. the low register of his voice is familiar, making you almost clench your thighs together.

"tell me to stop and i will. i'll send you home. i'll leave you alone. we can break up for good if you want to. i swear." his hand is still on the steering wheel. knuckles pale, restraining himself from acting until he hears your explicit consent.

you bite the inside of your cheek. he's giving your the window. and you should have taken it. you should have left. save yourself from more disappointment and hurt. break up with him for real.

but instead you scoff in bitterness.

"you're giving me a choice. how noble." how easy for him to just "end this". to leave, to run like he always did, but permanently this time. leaving you in an endless agony.

"i've hurt you enough. treated you like you were just a body not the woman i'm in love with. please. if you don't want to go, then use me instead."

your lips parted in disbelief at his request. it is unlike him to be like this, to ask of this. the great lewis hamilton is used to have things under control, commanding an entire room with his presence alone.

but now he wants to flip the script. instead of taking you for himself, he wants to be at your mercy. to feel the things that he made you feel previously. because after what he put you through, he knows that he deserves it.

"i'm going to ruin you." you say like it's a promise.

it is.

"please." and he wants it.

you seal it with a kiss.

it's not sweet, it's not soft. it's hard and messy. a revenge of those nights where he made you feel like you were just a piece of meat.

"you fucking love this, don't you?" you say, and lewis confirms it with a moan.

he does. he loves the way you grab his chin, claiming his mouth like he never tasted any other woman in his life. loves the way you bite his lip, sucking on his tongue like you want to destroy him. the groan that left your own mouth is music to his ears.

love the way you claw at his clothes, grinding your legs together because you still couldn't get enough of him.

"backseat." you say and he nods hungrily. both of you scramble to the backseat.

"touch yourself."

lewis pauses, still trying to catch his breath. "wh-what?"

despite the darkness, you see his eyes widen. but you didn't stutter. he wants you to wreck him, and you will.

"i want you to touch yourself while you're looking at me."

his cock twitches at the order. he's so used to being in charge, on and off the track, having and taking control over everything. he realizes that this is s what he asked for. but the idea of submission is still so foreign but not unwelcome.

his expensive dior jeans are barely off, just enough to free his hard cock, already leaks with pre-cum, demanding attention. his fingers wrapped around it, giving a few light stroke. a moan manages to leave his gritted teeth. he looks like he doesn't know where to start at first, but his gaze is locked at you, determined.

you swallow, desire spreading throughout your body as you watch how he's trying to put on a little show for you. your eyes roam over his body. the hardness of his cock, the goosebumps on his exposed skin. how his shoulders and arms tremble and ragged breath going in and out of his lips.

"you're hard already." you say, an almost casual statement that betrays the heat on your skin. "you're that desperate for me?"

he manages to let out a small breathless laugh, tilting his head back in a way that reveals his throat while keeping eye contact with you.

"o-only for you, sweetie— fuck...." he gasps, voice low and heavy with desire.

his jaw clenches as his hand starts to move, up and down on his hard length at a much more demanding pace. his eyes never leave you, watching as you drink in the way he's falling apart for your entertainment.

you bite your lip, your own pussy throbbing, calling his dick home. you're getting desperate yourself, wanting to undress him. running your nails across his broad body, biting into his flesh. you want to feel and touch every inch of him, on your own accord.

you force yourself to wait. it's not everyday you get to see lewis like this. it's not everyday he would let himself being controlled like this. the view is intoxicating, as if you are witnessing the secrets that he keeps behind closed doors. what he looks like when he's desperate for a release, when you weren't there to take care of him.

lewis is about to come. you can tell. you recognize his tells. the whine that fall from his quivering mouth. the way his breathing getting more ragged. his muscles tensing.

you crawl to him, capturing his lips in a heated kiss. his hand pauses as he moans, exhaling deeply into your mouth. his sounds then turn into a series of whimpers as your hand takes its turn on his cock, stroking him as you did with the handbrake earlier. pumping him in that perfect pace that has him ready to fall apart any minute now.

but not yet. you stop. lewis doesn't even get to react as you already bunch up your skirt, pushing your soaked panties to the side before you straddle his hips. breaking the kiss, you hold on to his shoulders as he does on your hips as if his life depends on it.

you don't sink down. not yet. just positioning your entrance above his cock, rolling your hips to tease his tip in a circle that drives him mad the longer he's not inside you.

your hands go up to remove the band that tied his braids together, grabbing a handful of them before pulling his head back, exposing his throat further. other hand gripping on his white calvin klein shirt, not giving a fuck if it's wrinkled or ruined.

"look at me." you almost growl. "beg."

you want him to feel what you feel. when he makes you beg and cry for his joy. you want him to get a taste of it.

every string of curses and hisses that are drawn from his tongue feels like a confession of his wrongdoings. a way to redeem himself and show how much of himself he's willing to give. he never had to do this, yet here he is. because he wants to. for you.

"please. oh god, please. i love you. i fucking love you. let me be inside you. please, sweetie."

he looks desperate. he sounds helpless. his fingers digging into you like he's afraid you'll take away the relief he's about to get.

and the love confession, the nickname, the praises... how many times have you heard them before? uttered whenever he's at his peak only to never be heard again in any other occasion.

still, you let yourself be a fool once more for him.

"fuck, sweetie." lewis moans as you sink down on his length, sharing a seat on his lap. he throws his head back, eyes shut tight like heaven is your pussy that he just enters. "f-fuck.... it's so tight."

you whimper, biting a purple mark into his skin as you let yourself adjust to his size. every single time, it feels like you're being split open on him. no matter how many times you've done it, that stretch that follows as you take him in feels so good that it almost hurts.

"you feel that? what it feels like to be good to me?" you purr, gripping his chin, forcing his eyes to meet yours as you move your hips, ruining his sanity.

what follows after are a song of pleasure and lust, your moans mixed with his whimpers and the music of your skin slapping against his. you didn't even know that he could sound like that. you have almost forgotten the way his jaw would gone slack, rendered speechless by the way your roll your hips like a goddess taking her needs from a mortal.

the windows are fogged up from the heat in the car. none of you care about what's happening outside. the thoughts of lewis' bodyguards or somebody else passing by failed to cross as both of you are getting lost in the heaven you two created in this vehicle.

you and lewis are all over each other. his tattooed hands on your back, his lips kissing whatever spot on your skin he could reach. your own fingers tightening on his braids as you feel it. that knot in your belly getting tighter and tighter. he can feel it too, knowing your little tells all too well.

"come for me. come for me, please. let me feel you, sweetie."

that does it for you. his pleads, how his voice cracked slightly as he begs for you to fall apart.

you scream in silent as you come, your hips slowing down but lewis doesnt. he takes over, fucking you through your orgasm to reach his own before spilling his seed inside you.

"back to my suite?" he murmurs, thick lips finding the sweet spots on your neck.

"i'm not done with you." you say, trying to sound threatening but your exhaustion is apparent. you feel lewis chuckling in the junction of your neck.

"sweetie, i could go again like three, four times. can you?"

[redwinelewis]

HAVE I KNOWN YOU 20 SECONDS (OR 20 YEARS?) | LH44

type one shot (no part 2 requests please!)

pairing lewis hamilton x wife!reader

summary seeing lewis stepping out of shower brings back fond memories from your childhood

warnings 18+. smut. childhood best friends to lovers. penis in vagina sex. clothes female naked male. no mention of formula 1 or racing. oral (f receiving). author was high on caffeine and hot chocolate so this might suck idk. english is not my first language

author's note me dropping a fic that's not part of the poll imposted the other day 🕺🏽

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the bedroom is dim except for the soft orange light from the bedside drawer. quiet except for the soft humming of the air-conditioner and the sound of shower running in the bathroom.

you are lying in bed with a copy of ‘normal people’ that you paused in one hand, while the other is playing with the hem of a vintage sade shirt that you stole from lewis. the collar is stretched from too many washes. the black and white print of the singer is starting to peel. no bra, just cotton panties underneath. bare legs hiding under the thick duvet. mid-calf socks on with stitch from lilo and stitch pattern on. there's a half-drunk cup of coffee on the bedside table that you brought from the kitchen after dinner, something that has become a routine of yours.

eyes glue to the words on the book, you were caught speechless by yet another scene when you heard the water shuts off, followed by the slow steps of wet feet on marble tiles.

the faint steam sneaks into the bedroom’s atmosphere as the bathroom door opens from inside, carrying with it the scent of lewis’ shower gel. clean, warm, with a faint of expensive citrus that you could always pick out from a room away.

you look up at the same time as lewis steps out. a white towel hanging dangerously low around his hips, clinging to the sharp cut of his v-line. another smaller one is in his hand that he uses to dry his damp curls that cling to the back of his neck.

you swallow, did not mean to stare but your eyes caught on the drop of water sliding from his hairline, rolling slowly down his neck, over the curve of his collarbone, past the dark ink of lion tattoo on his chest and disappeared into the towel’s edge.

lewis is already halfway across the room before his gaze flicks up and stops, catching your eyes.

the stillness in the room changes.

his hand pause mid-motion. “…you’re staring,” he murmurs, voice rough from the shower.

you don't answer, heat spreading to your cheeks. lips press into a thin line before teeth catching the bottom into a bite.

his own curves just a little. barely there. your reaction tells him everything he needs to know.

“you alright, sweetie?” he asks in that tone, british accent thickens, pushing you slightly. it’s obvious. all you need was a little encouragement.

you swallow, voice quiet as you answer with fingers gripping the book a little tighter than you intended. “nothing.”

“not nothing.” he smiles faintly, pulling a cocky smirk with all the rights that he has in this world, still rubbing his hair. the movement making the muscles along his torso shift under skin.

fuck.

your body squirms under the duvet, eyes darting away for a second, but inevitably fall back to him. your throat bobs again with another gulp

“you….” you breath out slowly. “you look…”

lewis’ brows rise faintly. “i look…?”

you almost roll your eyes at how he’s making you say it out loud. because of course he would.

“you look good.”

that makes him laugh quietly. not loud enough to break the moment, but low enough that it seems to sink into your chest.

“you’ve seen me like this before, sweetie.”

“i know. it just reminds me….”

“of?”

your lips twitch into a small smile first.

“when we were kids. and i used to sneak you into my house after we played in the rain. let you shower first so your dad wouldn’t yell at you.”

that earns another laugh from lewis. an actual audible one that makes your belly flutters with butterflies. he looks down, eyes locked at a specific spot in the room, as if he was reminiscing those moments you mentioned all over again.

you were both ten, maybe twelve, and you’ve been out for hours in the empty playground. as it has always been. just two kids who did not fit in. soaked. shivering to the bones but laughing so hard your ribs hurt. you would sneak him into your kitchen, throw a towel into his hands and tell him to be quick before your mum came in.

“i still remember how you laughed when i jumped onto the puddles—”

“and i did the same to you afterwards.” he cuts in softly, grinning. you do too.

“mhmm. and now i’m just… watching you drip water on the carpet instead.”

lewis chuckles again, crossing the room in steps that are not too slow but just enough that you could hear each soft thud of his feet against the floor, filled with hidden determination.

“difference is…. back then i wasn’t trying to make you look.”

your breath catches.

the mattress dips under his weight. his knees sink into the sheets followed by his palms as he crawls up to you with deliberate slowness.

you stay where you were. pulse quickening, letting him take the book from your already weak grip and places it aside. not that the book was anymore interesting that lewis in this moment.

halfway to you the towel around his hips loosening with each shift of his body, slipping an inch lower. he doesn't stop, doesn't adjust it. he doesn't seem to notice. or maybe he just doesn't care.

“still thinking about something?”

a nod. you didn't try to lie. not to him. not when he could already see the truth in the way your pupils were blown wide, breath stuttering at each of his movements.

“you gonna tell me?”

your eyes drop. not to avoid his gaze, but because the motion of his body had loosened the towel at his hips, the fabric sloping just slightly lower. “you…. you're not being fair.”

“me?” his tone is as if you were accusing him of doing something illegal. as if you lying here wearing a cute little purple panties with bow and his shirt twice your size with nothing underneath wasn't driving him insane as well.

“you can't just walk around like that and expect me to not—”

halfway into his crawl over you, the towel slips.

you almost stopped breathing.

lewis is bare. every inch of him on display, bathing under the golden light of the nightstand. damp skin, defined muscle, the steady rise and fall of his chest. unapologetically naked, utterly yours.

it is almost unintentional, the way the towel unfurls and pools against the sheets as his body lowers, heat and weight pressing you deeper into the mattress.

“expect you to what, darlin?” he is close enough now that you could see the tiny droplets still caught in the fine strands of his hair.

your lips part, but no words come out. only the smallest sound that resembles a whimper.

“say it.” he urges, mouth curving against your jaw.

you swallow hard, fingers twitching against the sheets before you reach up, grazing his ribs. his muscles tense subtly under your touch.

“expect me not to want you.”

he makes a soft, approving noise, lips ghosting over yours without closing the distance.

“well do you?”

you voice cracks as you nod with quiet honesty. “always.”

he doesn't waste any more time. he kisses you. slow. deep. the kind of kiss that feels like it could last forever, that doesn’t push, just deepens gradually until you’re leaning into it, chasing more. the kind that drew everything out of your lungs until all that you were breathing was him.

the dampness of his hair tickles your temple, the scent of show gel wrapping around you like second skin. his hand slides down your neck, over your shoulder, skimming the edge of the shirt before slipping underneath. his palm is hot against your stomach.

you shiver, goosebumps awaken at his touch.

“cold?” his lips brushed the question into yours.

you shake your head. “no.”

“liar.” his mouth moves to your jaw, your throat, teeth grazing lightly, biting a mark that makes you hiss, arching your back for more, before his tongue smoothes over the spot. “i can feel it.”

his fingers roam higher, brushing the underside of your breast. a soft gasp escaping before you could swallow it down.

“lewis.…”

“yeah, love?” his voice is all warmth and mischief.

“d-don’t tease.”

“who’s teasing?” he answers like he had rehearsed it before. his hand cups you fully now, thumb rolling over your nipple through the fabric, his eyes drinking in every flicker of reaction, the tiniest whimper that you make.

“i’m just making sure you’re warm.” he answers, making no effort to hide the cheeky tone in his reply.

you manage a breathless laugh, but it melts into a moan when he ducks his head and takes your nipple into his mouth through the shirt, sucking and swirling his tongue over the nub lightly until the cotton is damp and clinging.

his free hand slides down, over your hip, along your thigh, fingers curling into the hem of your shirt before tugging it up, exposing more of you to the air. he shifts, settling between your legs, hands sliding up to hook in your underwear. “can i?”

you nod, breath catching.

he peels them down slowly, dragging the elastic over your socks with a faint grin. “these stay on,” he murmurs, almost to himself.

when they’re gone, his gaze drops and you feel it burns, the way his eyes linger to meet yours again. he bends, pressing a kiss to your knee, then the inside of your thigh, then higher and higher and your body jerks up slightly at his warm breath and scruffy beard making contact with your pussy.

the first stroke of his tongue makes your hips jolt. he doesn’t rush. he works you open with unhurried, deliberate movements, the wet heat of his mouth alternating between slow flicks and gentle pressure. his hands keep your thighs apart, thumbs stroking absent patterns into your skin.

“god, you taste so fucking good, baby.” he says against you, before sealing his mouth over your clit and sucking just enough to make your toes curl and fingers gripping the grey sheets.

your fingers tangle in his damp curls, tugging when he finds the perfect rhythm, and he groans like he likes it, the vibration making your stomach tighten. he keeps going until your legs start to tremble, until your breaths are shallow and uneven and—

he pulls back, lips shiny with the evidence of your arousal, smirking.

“fuck— lewis, please—”

“i know, i know. i want to feel you come around me though.”

you barely have time to register the words before he moves, wrapping your legs around his hips. the head of his thick cock pressing against your thigh. he kisses you again, deeper this time as he shifts to sliding his cock up and down at your slit.

“look at me,” he says, voice a quiet command.

you do, and he pushes in slowly, inch by inch, watching your face to commit to how you look when you fall apart. the stretch has you gasping even after all these years together, nails digging lightly into his shoulders, but he keeps it steady, giving you time to adjust to his size.

once he’s fully inside, he exhales like he’s been holding his breath.

“perfect. so good to me,” he murmurs.

the first thrust is slow and deep, dragging against every sensitive spot. the second makes you whimper, and the sound pulls a low groan from him. he sets an unhurried rhythm, rolling his hips to hit you just right, kissing you between each movement.

it builds like a tide. gentle at first, then stronger and stronger and stronger until you’re clinging to him, gasping and moaning. the sound of skin against skin filling up the room. his words blur against your ear.

“so beautiful.”

“you feel incredible.”

“taking me so well.”

“mine.”

when you come, his name spills from your lips as your whole body shakes under him and he keeps fucking you through it, chasing his own release until he buries himself deep, groaning into your neck as he spills inside you.

for a long moment, neither of you moves. you just breathe together, his forehead against yours, his heartbeat pounding under your palm.

eventually, he eases out carefully, lying down beside you and pulling you against his chest. he tugs the hem of his shirt down over your hips again, like what just happened was entirely innocent.

his fingers trace lazy shapes along your spine. “still cold?”

you chuckle against his skin. “not even a little.”

“good.” he kisses the top of your head, voice thick with contentment. “that’s my job.”

and he holds you there, his warmth seeping into you until you couldn’t be cold even if you tried.

[redwinelewis]

SPORTS CAR | LH44

type one shot (no part 2 requests pls)

pairing lewis hamilton x southeast asian!reader

summary you and lewis take a ride in his sports car, one way or another

warnings 18+. set during singapore gp (it hasn't happened yet but idgaf). reader is southeast asian. smut. car sex. sub!lewis bcs the world needs it (also #i tried). unprotected sex (use condoms, kids). masturbation. eye contact. idk man just listen to that one tate mcrae song like that's the whole warning lol. english is not my first language.

author's note unedited. i got tired and my phone battery was about to die just as they are about to bone so i'm sorry if this feels messy (bcs it is 😭😭)

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lewis knew you could come today. just like every other time when he called, nevermind the nasty words thrown before he walked out of your apartment months ago. doesn't matter what the status of your relationship was with him.

"i'm sorry" "let me make it up to you"

and attached below would be a plane ticket to melbourne. he was static the moment he saw you in front of his hotel suite, as if unable to believe that you were really here after the names you threw at each other. he was not sure what to do. afraid to talk, to touch you.

but you stepped inside like you owned the place. touch his face as if you were able to recognize how fragile he was after the race. then dropped to your knees on your own like he was a celestial being to worship. like you instantly knew what he needed was the heaven that is your mouth to take him deep, to make him forget about all the things that went wrong during the race.

you let him grab your hair. pull you up to bite your lip, desperate to draw blood darker than the ferrari he drove. he spanked your ass red like he was punishing himself for every car he couldn't overtake, for every time a strategy went wrong. and he'd fucked you stupid every time.

don't get it twisted. you and lewis loved each other, as every couple do. you loved him sincerely, not for the seven times champion of the world that he is, but for who he is beneath that glamourous persona. you loved him for lewis who doesn't like the smell of onions. who would ignore his nutritioner's advice and hide a sweet treat in his house every once in a while. who likes to tangle up his cold feet to yours every night under the cover. he bared himself to you more than he ever did with anyone else. but it was never a proper relationship. blame it on distance, blame it on commitment. maybe his name. perhaps you couldn't keep up with his fame. but lewis let the frustration of his work got to him even after he promised you that it wouldn't.

you love him, but you were not about to babysit his emotions. just like every othe ticking bomb, when the time's up, it exploded.

the first time he ghosted you and sent a break up text the next day, you weren't phased.

you've always known.

maybe some part of you expected this to happen. being with him was already a dream. perhaps when he walked out of your door without any word, it was time for you to wake up.

but he came back. and you still let him crawl back to bed with you. whispered apologies about things that he will most definitely do again. fucked you slow like you're still his.

because you are.

and the cycle continues.

singapore isn't any different.

the heat of the country doesn't compare to the one in this vintage ferrari, even after putting the air-conditioner to the highest setting and lowering the windows just enough to let the cold night air inside. lewis is next to you, one hand controlling the steering steadily with ease, the other on his lap with his eyes on the road. he has changed into a more comfortable clothes post-race, ditching his race suit to a plain white shirt that hugged every curve of his muscles deliciously alongside a cap paired with a luxurious dior jeans. he gave his jacket to you in the garage before the light went out, in which you tied around your hips before getting inside his car.

the vehicle is silent save it for the low hum of his playlist playing the weeknd on the radio. it's almost two in the morning, and the roads are quiet with almost no other car in sight except for a black mpv behind, driven by lewis' bodyguard.

when the car stops at red light, the british man finally speaks.

"i didn't think you'd come." he says, his voice a low but audible mumble without looking at you.

"i would always come." you avoid his eyes as well as you reply calmly, save it for the storm currently brewing in your heart.

"you didn't have to."

"i want to." your reply is quicker this time

"why?"

"because you need me."

pause.

you answered fast but confident. you did not stutter. like it was a no brainer to you. you catch how his grip on the steering wheel tightens slightly. his jaw flexes like he's restraining himself from speaking.

he doesn't like that you're right, doesn't like how you immediately read his text when he asked you to come to the grand prix here. without hesitation, no thinking about it twice.

"i keep treating you like you were replaceable." the way he said it was as if he was afraid of admitting the truth but knew that it had to come out eventually.

"no. if that were the case, you would have cheated. it's the expectations that got to you. the weight to perform, and i understand." pause. "it's the radio silence i don't like. that you don't trust me enough to share your world with me. you never talked, you just fucked me and disappeared. and you came back when you feel that things are about to crumble again."

the light finally changes to green, signalling him to drive again but he doesn't, letting the car mingle in the middle of the empty road.

when he finally turns to look at you, you see through the corner of your eyes that his are dark and intense with hidden emotions that he never showed before. and then finally he utters the million dollar question, quiet, like the answer will wreck him. "then why do you let me come back?"

you meet his eyes and answer like you've been waiting your whole life for this moment.

"because i love you." the words just slip out like they're instinct, and you have to bite your lower lip to keep yourself together. "because i know that under all the bravado and insecurities, you're actually a good man who cares. and i know you love me too. i'm just waiting for the time where you finally trust me."

lewis looks away. he exhales, and it's a strangled and choked up sound that seems like it was ripped out of his throat as the car moves again.

you could see the muscles in his jaw working, clenching and unclenching. his veins popping like they're trying to escape his skin. he's a known man of control. of composure. and right now he's trying to keep everything down. his thoughts, his feelings. fighting the guilt and shame that's overwhelming him with a force that never seemed to break.

for a moment, you want to reach for him. touch his skin. caress his face. comfort him. the same way you've always did when he walks into your space in vulnerability. when he feels like the sky is coming down on him. like he's the force that keeps this world together.

but you're exhausted too. of loving him so blindly to the point where you don't care if your feelings and your body are being discarded easily like they meant nothing to him after you gave him everything.

so you stay quiet. resting your hand on the handbrake, fingers wrapped around the cylinder, thumb absentmindedly brushing back and forth across the tip.

lewis almost choked on his breath when he saw.

he doesn't know if you did it on purpose to taunt him or not. the gesture makes him remember all the ways you touched him before. familiar and practiced. undoubted and confident. every touch seems to be made for him. that thumb of yours that's lazily brushing over the head of the handbrake was on his skin just a couple of weeks ago. your lips near his ears, whispering sweet nothings to distract him from the disasterous race in baku.

and then the shame and guilt flood back, like they always do. how dare he, being this greedy for you, while knowing damn well that he has done nothing to deserve it. to deserve you. your touch, your attention, your love.

but does lewis care?

no.

and so he speaks. "do you trust me?"

you jerk back to reality after your mind wandered somewhere else. your hand stops moving on the handbrake, now back to your lap, completely unaware of the effect that your previous action had on him.

you stare at lewis, taking in his sudden question. he's keeping his eyes on the road, but you could sense that something has shifted in the last couple of seconds.

"depends on what for." you say warily.

"i'm about to do something reckless."

an alarm bell starts blaring inside your head as soon as the answer leaves his mouth. reckless? the word "reckless" with lewis hamilton doesn't mix well. because lewis hamilton is not a man of chaos. or randomness or doing anything in a spur of the moment. he plans his outfits a week prior, arranges his instagram feed to match, schedules his errands for the whole month.

the difference tonight is having you next to him and you make him behaves the way he never thought he would.

you shift slight in your seat, asking carefully. "what do you mean?"

lewis doesn't answer. instead, he changes his gear, moves to a different lane and turns left without warning. both the speed of the car and your heartbeat accelerate, and you almost scream, grabbing your seatbelt and his thigh simultaneously to steady yourself in your seat.

"lewis!"

he pays no mind. flooring the pedal, his gaze switches back and forth between the back mirror and the road, trying to lose his bodyguards behind.

the car takes a several unexpected and random turns. and when lewis is sure that the sight of the mpv is gone, he slows down and parks his ferrari in an alley dark and quiet enough.

"you're fucking insane." you say, taking a harsh tone but without any malice. just a fact.

lewis doesn't comment, because you're right.

and you're the cause.

"where are we? what is this?" you demand.

lewis turns off the engine before glancing at you, unbuckling his seatbelt without looking away.

"you know what this is."

oh.

you shiver. swallowing. you recognize the dark look in his eyes. the way eay his pupils are blown in an undoubted lust. the low register of his voice is familiar, making you almost clench your thighs together.

"tell me to stop and i will. i'll send you home. i'll leave you alone. we can break up for good if you want to. i swear." his hand is still on the steering wheel. knuckles pale, restraining himself from acting until he hears your explicit consent.

you bite the inside of your cheek. he's giving your the window. and you should have taken it. you should have left. save yourself from more disappointment and hurt. break up with him for real.

but instead you scoff in bitterness.

"you're giving me a choice. how noble." how easy for him to just "end this". to leave, to run like he always did, but permanently this time. leaving you in an endless agony.

"i've hurt you enough. treated you like you were just a body not the woman i'm in love with. please. if you don't want to go, then use me instead."

your lips parted in disbelief at his request. it is unlike him to be like this, to ask of this. the great lewis hamilton is used to have things under control, commanding an entire room with his presence alone.

but now he wants to flip the script. instead of taking you for himself, he wants to be at your mercy. to feel the things that he made you feel previously. because after what he put you through, he knows that he deserves it.

"i'm going to ruin you." you say like it's a promise.

it is.

"please." and he wants it.

you seal it with a kiss.

it's not sweet, it's not soft. it's hard and messy. a revenge of those nights where he made you feel like you were just a piece of meat.

"you fucking love this, don't you?" you say, and lewis confirms it with a moan.

he does. he loves the way you grab his chin, claiming his mouth like he never tasted any other woman in his life. loves the way you bite his lip, sucking on his tongue like you want to destroy him. the groan that left your own mouth is music to his ears.

love the way you claw at his clothes, grinding your legs together because you still couldn't get enough of him.

"backseat." you say and he nods hungrily. both of you scramble to the backseat.

"touch yourself."

lewis pauses, still trying to catch his breath. "wh-what?"

despite the darkness, you see his eyes widen. but you didn't stutter. he wants you to wreck him, and you will.

"i want you to touch yourself while you're looking at me."

his cock twitches at the order. he's so used to being in charge, on and off the track, having and taking control over everything. he realizes that this is s what he asked for. but the idea of submission is still so foreign but not unwelcome.

his expensive dior jeans are barely off, just enough to free his hard cock, already leaks with pre-cum, demanding attention. his fingers wrapped around it, giving a few light stroke. a moan manages to leave his gritted teeth. he looks like he doesn't know where to start at first, but his gaze is locked at you, determined.

you swallow, desire spreading throughout your body as you watch how he's trying to put on a little show for you. your eyes roam over his body. the hardness of his cock, the goosebumps on his exposed skin. how his shoulders and arms tremble and ragged breath going in and out of his lips.

"you're hard already." you say, an almost casual statement that betrays the heat on your skin. "you're that desperate for me?"

he manages to let out a small breathless laugh, tilting his head back in a way that reveals his throat while keeping eye contact with you.

"o-only for you, sweetie— fuck...." he gasps, voice low and heavy with desire.

his jaw clenches as his hand starts to move, up and down on his hard length at a much more demanding pace. his eyes never leave you, watching as you drink in the way he's falling apart for your entertainment.

you bite your lip, your own pussy throbbing, calling his dick home. you're getting desperate yourself, wanting to undress him. running your nails across his broad body, biting into his flesh. you want to feel and touch every inch of him, on your own accord.

you force yourself to wait. it's not everyday you get to see lewis like this. it's not everyday he would let himself being controlled like this. the view is intoxicating, as if you are witnessing the secrets that he keeps behind closed doors. what he looks like when he's desperate for a release, when you weren't there to take care of him.

lewis is about to come. you can tell. you recognize his tells. the whine that fall from his quivering mouth. the way his breathing getting more ragged. his muscles tensing.

you crawl to him, capturing his lips in a heated kiss. his hand pauses as he moans, exhaling deeply into your mouth. his sounds then turn into a series of whimpers as your hand takes its turn on his cock, stroking him as you did with the handbrake earlier. pumping him in that perfect pace that has him ready to fall apart any minute now.

but not yet. you stop. lewis doesn't even get to react as you already bunch up your skirt, pushing your soaked panties to the side before you straddle his hips. breaking the kiss, you hold on to his shoulders as he does on your hips as if his life depends on it.

you don't sink down. not yet. just positioning your entrance above his cock, rolling your hips to tease his tip in a circle that drives him mad the longer he's not inside you.

your hands go up to remove the band that tied his braids together, grabbing a handful of them before pulling his head back, exposing his throat further. other hand gripping on his white calvin klein shirt, not giving a fuck if it's wrinkled or ruined.

"look at me." you almost growl. "beg."

you want him to feel what you feel. when he makes you beg and cry for his joy. you want him to get a taste of it.

every string of curses and hisses that are drawn from his tongue feels like a confession of his wrongdoings. a way to redeem himself and show how much of himself he's willing to give. he never had to do this, yet here he is. because he wants to. for you.

"please. oh god, please. i love you. i fucking love you. let me be inside you. please, sweetie."

he looks desperate. he sounds helpless. his fingers digging into you like he's afraid you'll take away the relief he's about to get.

and the love confession, the nickname, the praises... how many times have you heard them before? uttered whenever he's at his peak only to never be heard again in any other occasion.

still, you let yourself be a fool once more for him.

"fuck, sweetie." lewis moans as you sink down on his length, sharing a seat on his lap. he throws his head back, eyes shut tight like heaven is your pussy that he just enters. "f-fuck.... it's so tight."

you whimper, biting a purple mark into his skin as you let yourself adjust to his size. every single time, it feels like you're being split open on him. no matter how many times you've done it, that stretch that follows as you take him in feels so good that it almost hurts.

"you feel that? what it feels like to be good to me?" you purr, gripping his chin, forcing his eyes to meet yours as you move your hips, ruining his sanity.

what follows after are a song of pleasure and lust, your moans mixed with his whimpers and the music of your skin slapping against his. you didn't even know that he could sound like that. you have almost forgotten the way his jaw would gone slack, rendered speechless by the way your roll your hips like a goddess taking her needs from a mortal.

the windows are fogged up from the heat in the car. none of you care about what's happening outside. the thoughts of lewis' bodyguards or somebody else passing by failed to cross as both of you are getting lost in the heaven you two created in this vehicle.

you and lewis are all over each other. his tattooed hands on your back, his lips kissing whatever spot on your skin he could reach. your own fingers tightening on his braids as you feel it. that knot in your belly getting tighter and tighter. he can feel it too, knowing your little tells all too well.

"come for me. come for me, please. let me feel you, sweetie."

that does it for you. his pleads, how his voice cracked slightly as he begs for you to fall apart.

you scream in silent as you come, your hips slowing down but lewis doesnt. he takes over, fucking you through your orgasm to reach his own before spilling his seed inside you.

"back to my suite?" he murmurs, thick lips finding the sweet spots on your neck.

"i'm not done with you." you say, trying to sound threatening but your exhaustion is apparent. you feel lewis chuckling in the junction of your neck.

"sweetie, i could go again like three, four times. can you?"

[redwinelewis]

these r some of ur fics that i still have bc it was in someones tags

https://www.tumblr.com/nichmeddar/766163105981054976/lewis-hamilton?source=share

https://www.tumblr.com/nichmeddar/766602445074956288/lewis-hamilton?source=share

https://www.tumblr.com/nichmeddar/767293771427856384/lewis-hamilton?source=share

��️ in case any of u would like to reread my old stuff

[redwinelewis]

dude redwinelew suspension felt like the burning of the library of alexandria! im so happy ur backkk🫶🫶

i might not be as active as i once was but this app never never be able to get rid of me 🕺🏽

[redwinelewis]

the way i'm stressing out over this fic

[redwinelewis]

PRETTY BOY GON' LEARN YOUR LESSON | LH44

type one shot (no part 2 requests please)

pairing lewis hamilton x female reader

summary max has his eyes on you, and lewis reminds everyone who you belong to

warnings innacurate 2022 season, jealous lewis, possessive lewis, max being an asshole, physical violence (punching), short smut at the end (18+, bondage, slight choking, breeding), english is not my first language

author's note this was so random lol 😭😭 i hope someone will like this idk

gif credit | masterlist

2021 was certainly a year to forget.

reckless turns of steerings. millions of dollars wasted on avoidable crashes. unpleasant eyerolls at some of the journalists who were just trying to do their job. regrettable words said during the heat of a moment.

every season, every season, just the same old bullshit. but not this. because the championship fight that went down was unlike anything that modern formula 1 had ever seen.

it took fans a while to move on from the crash in silverstone. the drama outside the track was enough to make hollywood glance this way. and the rookies whispered among themselves, wondering if it has always been this intense every year.

of course not.

lewis hamilton wanted to start 2022 with a new book. brand new chapters. a clean slate. this is not the first time that the championship trophy slipped out of his hands, and he will make sure it will be the last time.

but max verstappen felt as if he just conquered the world.

the reign of the silver arrows had ended. the lion didn't have to cower down at the sight of a goat anymore because the realm was finally his.

but max didn't want to stop there.

he craved more.

his controversial win won't be enough to match seven of lewis’. his hundred pole positions, thousand of race points. even with the retirement rumours and radio silence on social media, max knew that lewis could turn a whole room quiet with his presence. no words needed to be said, no finger lifted. people see him and stilled. made way for him. fans froze like they just saw a god.

max thirsted for a tiny bit of that power.

lewis was not the type of person that is easily threatened. who cares about one lost championship when he had seven? when he had more pole positions alone than all of red bull drivers combined?

but then he saw the way max looked at you, his jaw tensed.

max didn't even try to hide it. lewis saw that smirk miles away from red bull’s hospitality as you and him entered the paddock in bahrain. corner of max’s mouth twitching into a smirk, eyeing you from up and down and fuck, lewis swore he saw max biting his goddamn lip.

lewis’ hand on you tightened. you felt it, thinking he was just nervous being in the public again after what went down in abu dhabi.

you were oblivious.

chatting with alexandra besides you during a dinner that sebastian hosted, with the grid, team principals and their partners all invited, completely clueless on the way max was staring at you from across the table like he wanted to ruin you. like he wanted to steal another pretty little thing that belonged to lewis.

max acted casual once in a while. looking around, making conversation with daniel next to him, complementing the food. but lewis saw right through everything. right through his lame attempt to cover his intention.

lewis kept still, despite his blood began to simmer with hot rage. silently he wrapped his arm around your chair, leaning over. politely cutting into your conversation with alexandra, offering a charming smile as his hand rested on your smooth thigh. his fingers curled on your flesh. a gesture that max understood instantly.

“keep your eyes off my girl."

max chuckled silently.

he pretended like he didn't see.

it was alright. lewis was not the confrontational kind of man. he won't make a scene here during a peaceful dinner. he respected sebastian too much to do that.

lewis can take provocations on and off track. mind games from the team next to his garage. always looking for that moment where his patience would crack. and lewis wasn't a saint. there was only so much that he could take. especially when someone like max chose to cross the line.

he won't tolerate anything when it comes to you.

lewis already knew that mercedes had lost trust in him, the sight of the 2022 championship trophies was getting blurry. so he abandones every rational thoughts and droves his car right into max's

max got out of the car, threw his helmet onto the ground so hard, the audience nearby could hear it. when he lunges himself to lewis, the brit already had his own helmet off calmly. his mask dropped, braids fell down to his shoulders.

“what the fuck is your problem?!” max demanded, pushing lewis’s chest.

lewis didn't stumble.

“stay the fuck away from my girlfriend." lewis warned. one sharp finger out, pointed at the dutch man. the first and last warning.

max had the audacity to grin.

“your girl, huh.” he smirked. a smirk that made a hundred cameras snap in their direction. it was a great headline. and max knew it. he was a man of attention himself. he knew it’s a free-for-all moment.

"how long is that going to last? until she decides to leave because she realizes that she deserves better? can you still make her happy? fuck her like an actual champion should?"

lewis punched him.

his fist connected to max's face and the sound was so loud, the whole circuit stood up. the commentators gasped. you jumped out of your seat, palm covering your mouth in surprise.

max’s head tilted sideway. his nose bled. both their microphones were still working, and the whole circuit heard them.

“that's for eye-fucking my girlfriend, you piece of shit.”

the whole world went still.

lewis didn't need the mic. he made sure the words left his lips loud enough for the whole circuit to hear him. to expose max verstappen for fhe provocative son of a bitch that he really is. the brit wanted everybody in the attending and the rest of the world to remember his warning. that the former world champion can and have tolerated a lot of unfairness directed at him in this sport all these years. but he drew a line when it comes to you.

journalists and member of the media flashed their cameras at the two rivals like they had just found a gold mine. people in the stands were quiet, phones out and pointed at the two of them.

the mercedes garage was stunned to silence. toto already swallowed two pills of painkiller, feeling a headache threatening to arrive. engineers and mechanics in the garage were flabbergasted. nobody had ever seen the great lewis hamilton like this. they started whispering among themselves. some glanced your way. carmen went to check on you but all you can focus on was the screen, heart racing faster than the cars that were still on track. the marshalls retrieved car number 44.

lewis stood with his back straight and his shoulders squared. his fists were trembling at his side, bloody and as red as his car. he left, ignoring max's words, the name-calling, the challenge to do more than just a punch.

lewis received a race ban after that stunt, but he fucked you like he already won the championship that night.

wrists bound to the headboard, legs pressed against your chest as his cock drilled home into your pussy.

tears of pleasure dripped down from your eyes to the pillowsheet. you whispered words of assurance. you told him that he's the only man for you. that you wouldn't bat an eye at max verstappen even if he were the last man alive.

lewis needed to hear more.

"do you think he can fuck you like this?" lewis rasped.

you shook your head. your vision were getting blurry with tears and pleasure. "no."

inked hand around your throat, you gasped. he doesn't put any pressure, just simply holding you. but it was a reminder of how your body squirmed to the gesture. that he knew it better than anyone.

"say it." he groaned. his body shined with sweat. the band that tied his braids together was gone and they fell like a curtain around his face.

"i'm yours." you whimpered and lewis groaned when he felt you clenching around him as you said it.

"again."

"i'm yours."

"you're mine."

each and every word was like a possessive reminder, a vow made in an intimate whisper. the rest of the world simply disappeared, leaving only the two of you in this bubble of heat and desire.

his voice was a low growl in your ear with another reminder. every thrust, every move, he made sure you remember that he was the only man who made you feel like this.

lewis made you come four times that night and it didn't stop there. because he wanted you to talk to max verstappen with a purple mark on your neck the next day and see the look on his face. with his cum still dripped down your thigh.

max verstappen can have all the championships that he wants, but lewis hamilton was first to crossed the checkered flag to your heart. this is a fight he will never win.

[redwinelewis]

also thank you for 100 followers ♥️♥️

[redwinelewis]

i might tone down the amount of smaus i will post from now on bcs i already lost motivation to write them. instead i will focus on more one shots 🥰🥰 idk bro we'll see

[redwinelewis]

PRETTY BOY GON' LEARN YOUR LESSON | LH44

type one shot (no part 2 requests please)

pairing lewis hamilton x female reader

summary max has his eyes on you, and lewis reminds everyone who you belong to

warnings innacurate 2022 season, jealous lewis, possessive lewis, max being an asshole, physical violence (punching), short smut at the end (18+, bondage, slight choking, breeding), english is not my first language

author's note this was so random lol 😭😭 i hope someone will like this idk

gif credit | masterlist

2021 was certainly a year to forget.

reckless turns of steerings. millions of dollars wasted on avoidable crashes. unpleasant eyerolls at some of the journalists who were just trying to do their job. regrettable words said during the heat of a moment.

every year, every season, just the same old bullshit. but not this. because the championship fight that went down was unlike anything that modern formula 1 had ever seen.

it took fans a while to move on from the crash in silverstone. the drama outside the track was enough to make hollywood glance this way. and the rookies whispered among themselves, wondering if it has always been this intense every year.

of course not.

lewis hamilton wanted to start 2022 with a new book. brand new chapters. a clean slate. this is not the first time that the championship trophy slipped out of his hands, and he will make sure it will be the last time.

but max verstappen felt as if he just conquered the world.

the reign of the silver arrows had ended. the lion didn't have to cower down at the sight of a goat anymore because the realm was finally his.

but max didn't want to stop there.

he craved more.

his controversial win won't be enough to match seven of lewis’. his hundred pole positions, thousand of race points. even with the retirement rumours and radio silence on social media, max knew that lewis could turn a whole room quiet with his presence. no words needed to be said, no finger lifted. people see him and stilled. made way for him. fans froze like they just saw a god.

max thirsted for a tiny bit of that power.

lewis was not the type of person that is easily threatened. who cares about one lost championship when he had seven? when he had more pole positions alone than all of red bull drivers combined?

but then he saw the way max looked at you, his jaw tensed.

max didn't even try to hide it. lewis saw that smirk miles away from red bull’s hospitality as you and him entered the paddock in bahrain. corner of max’s mouth twitching into a smirk, eyeing you from up and down and fuck, lewis swore he saw max biting his goddamn lip.

lewis’ hand on you tightened. you felt it, thinking he was just nervous being in the public again after what went down in abu dhabi.

you were oblivious.

chatting with alexandra besides you during a dinner that sebastian hosted, with the grid, team principals and their partners all invited, completely clueless on the way max was staring at you from across the table like he wanted to ruin you. like he wanted to steal another pretty little thing that belonged to lewis.

max acted casual once in a while. looking around, making conversation with daniel next to him, complementing the food. but lewis saw right through everything. right through his lame attempt to cover his intention.

lewis kept still, despite his blood began to simmer with hot rage. silently he wrapped his arm around your chair, leaning over. politely cutting into your conversation with alexandra, offering a charming smile as his hand rested on your smooth thigh. his fingers curled on your flesh. a gesture that max understood instantly.

“keep your eyes off my girl."

max chuckled silently.

he pretended like he didn't see.

it was alright. lewis was not the confrontational kind of man. he won't make a scene here during a peaceful dinner. he respected sebastian too much to do that.

lewis can take provocations on and off track. mind games from the team next to his garage. always looking for that moment where his patience would crack. and lewis wasn't a saint. there was only so much that he could take. especially when someone like max chose to cross the line.

he won't tolerate anything when it comes to you.

lewis already knew that mercedes had lost trust in him, the sight of the 2022 championship trophies was getting blurry. so he abandones every rational thoughts and droves his car right into max's

max got out of the car, threw his helmet onto the ground so hard, the audience nearby could hear it. when he lunges himself to lewis, the brit already had his own helmet off calmly. his mask dropped, braids fell down to his shoulders.

“what the fuck is your problem?!” max demanded, pushing lewis’s chest.

lewis didn't stumble.

“stay the fuck away from my girlfriend." lewis warned. one sharp finger out, pointed at the dutch man. the first and last warning.

max had the audacity to grin.

“your girl, huh.” he smirked. a smirk that made a hundred cameras snap in their direction. it was a great headline. and max knew it. he was a man of attention himself. he knew it’s a free-for-all moment.

"how long is that going to last? until she decides to leave because she realizes that she deserves better? can you still make her happy? fuck her like an actual champion should?"

lewis punched him.

his fist connected to max's face and the sound was so loud, the whole circuit stood up. the commentators gasped. you jumped out of your seat, palm covering your mouth in surprise.

max’s head tilted sideway. his nose bled. both their microphones were still working, and the whole circuit heard them.

“that's for eye-fucking my girlfriend, you piece of shit.”

the whole world went still.

lewis didn't need the mic. he made sure the words left his lips loud enough for the whole circuit to hear him. to expose max verstappen for fhe provocative son of a bitch that he really is. the brit wanted everybody in the attending and the rest of the world to remember his warning. that the former world champion can and have tolerated a lot of unfairness directed at him in this sport all these years. but he drew a line when it comes to you.

journalists and member of the media flashed their cameras at the two rivals like they had just found a gold mine. people in the stands were quiet, phones out and pointed at the two of them.

the mercedes garage was stunned to silence. toto already swallowed two pills of painkiller, feeling a headache threatening to arrive. engineers and mechanics in the garage were flabbergasted. nobody had ever seen the great lewis hamilton like this. they started whispering among themselves. some glanced your way. carmen went to check on you but all you can focus on was the screen, heart racing faster than the cars that were still on track. the marshalls retrieved car number 44.

lewis stood with his back straight and his shoulders squared. his fists were trembling at his side, bloody and as red as his car. he left, ignoring max's words, the name-calling, the challenge to do more than just a punch.

lewis received a race ban after that stunt, but he fucked you like he already won the championship that night.

wrists bound to the headboard, legs pressed against your chest as his cock drilled home into your pussy.

tears of pleasure dripped down from your eyes to the pillowsheet. you whispered words of assurance. you told him that he's the only man for you. that you wouldn't bat an eye at max verstappen even if he were the last man alive.

lewis needed to hear more.

"do you think he can fuck you like this?" lewis rasped.

you shook your head. your vision were getting blurry with tears and pleasure. "no."

inked hand around your throat, you gasped. he doesn't put any pressure, just simply holding you. but it was a reminder of how your body squirmed to the gesture. that he knew it better than anyone.

"say it." he groaned. his body shined with sweat. the band that tied his braids together was gone and they fell like a curtain around his face.

"i'm yours." you whimpered and lewis groaned when he felt you clenching around him as you said it.

"again."

"i'm yours."

"you're mine."

each and every word was like a possessive reminder, a vow made in an intimate whisper. the rest of the world simply disappeared, leaving only the two of you in this bubble of heat and desire.

his voice was a low growl in your ear with another reminder. every thrust, every move, he made sure you remember that he was the only man who made you feel like this.

lewis made you come four times that night and it didn't stop there. because he wanted you to talk to max verstappen with a purple mark on your neck the next day and see the look on his face. with his cum still dripped down your thigh.

max verstappen can have all the championships that he wants, but lewis hamilton was first to crossed the checkered flag to your heart. this is a fight he will never win.

[redwinelewis]

the red wine suit? he did this for me!

[redwinelewis]

requests are still open ♥️

[redwinelewis]

LIKE A MERCEDES | LH44

type social media au

pairing lewis hamilton x chinese!reader

face claim lexie liu

song like a mercedes by lexie liu

summary in which lewis' singer girlfriend is part of the f1 the movie soundtrack

warnings none i think idk

author's note super short one bcs i've been wanting to write a smau with this song and lewis ❤️

english is not my first language. all pictures taken from instagram, pinterest and twitter. credit to owners.

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f1 Here's the lineup for F1: The Movie soundtrack with a special track from two more mysterious acts 🏎️ Available June 27.

#F1 #F1TheAlbum

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user TATE????

user user ln4 x t8 agenda continues to spread we love to see it

user DOJA?? ROSÉ???? TATE???????

user who are these people

user the way i only recognize like 2 of these singers

user MADISON BEER OMFG

user wait mysterious acts?

user LEWIS LIKED

user user everyday i manifest for an xnda comeback

user i wonder if lewis produces the soundtrack as well

user user dear god pls

yourinstagram

📍 Rio de Janeiro, Brazil

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yourinstagram do me, you don’t have to do me properly

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user RARE LEWIS SIGHTING ON Y/N'S POST

user okay freaky

user HIS BACK 🫦

yourinstagram user behave

user y/n feed your children we're starving for a new album

user i love how she brags about her bf

user user i mean it's sir lewis hamilton. i would do the same.

user user real

user third pic is so bf lewis coded

user THE DRESS OMFG

user sir lewis can u fight

flavy.barla that dress 😍😍

lewishamilton

📍 Rio de Janeiro, Brazil

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lewishamilton 與你一路飛馳緊握著方向盤

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user ok what is up with the caption

user user a vacation in brazil and he wrote the caption in mandarin he's so random 😭😭

user user i mean his gf is chinese right

user can someone tell me what the caption means the translate button isn't working

user user "Feeling like going on a joyride with you through the night" something like that

user user .... is this a lyric?

yourinstagram not fair!!!! that's my favourite part!!!!

yourinstagram yourinstagram and i told you not to post the fourth pic lew!!!!

lewishamilton yourinstagram You used my favourite part as well. And I love that photo

user yourinstagram lewishamilton HELLO WHAT'S GOING ON??????

user yourinstagram lewishamilton are yall teasing us a new single with those captions? 🤨

yourinstagram user no (yes)

user yourinstagram AHSKSHSHSJSKSH WHAT

yourinstagram

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yourinstagram but you already know what i'm about to say 👀 LIKE A MERCEDES, my new single from F1: The Movie soundtrack featuring the one and only xnda is out now 🏎️

i have always admired lewis, on and off track. he is as passionate about music as he is about racing and making this song with him has been such an amazing experience. i hope you all love this song as much as we had fun making it ❤️

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user OH I FUCKING KNEW IT

user FEATURING LEWIS??????

user XNDA IS BACKKKKKK

user is this a dream can somebody pinch me rn

user a new xnda song in the year of our lord 2025

user user "thank you y/n" we all say in unison

user this is everything to me btw

user this song is gonna be the only good thing from that fuck ass film

georgerussell63 Hell yeah! Let's go! 🙌🏻🔥

yourinstagram georgerussell63 thank you george! ❤️

alexandrasaintmleux song of the year ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

yourinstagram alexandrasaintmleux i love you ❤️❤️

tatemcrae a bop

lewishamilton and xnda

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lewishamilton Say less

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user KMS POSTPONED

user whoremilton is back

user user we cheer

user i'm still processing the lyrics

user user this feels like "pipe" all over again

user his gf is so lucky 💔

user user thank you

yourinstagram user 🤨🤨

user user my bad queen 🙏🏽

yourinstagram you're so fucking amazing

lewishamilton yourinstagram Right back at ya darling

user lewishamilton DARLING 💗🩷🌷🌸♥️❣️❤️💘💖💝💞💟

user lewishamilton oh to be called darling by lewis hamilton

user this is already the best song from that movie

redwinelewis producing the film about the sport he conquered AND creates a song for its soundtrack.... sir lewis hamilton everybody ✨

[redwinelewis]

https://www.tumblr.com/redwinelewis/786884193307279360/she-chose-me-lh44?source=share

WE NEED THE NEXT CHAPTER PLEASE

i'm afraid there won't be a next chapter, love. i don't write part twos or series anymore. sorry ♥️

[redwinelewis]

SHE CHOSE ME | LH44

type social media au

pairing carlos sainz x indian!reader, lewis hamilton x indian!reader

face claim simone ashley

summary in which you broke up with carlos and date none other than the man who stole his ferrari seat.

warnings female infidelity, toxic/hate comments idk i will add more soon

author's note this was requested on my old blog but i never get to fullfil it until now. i hope u see this anon 🙏🏽 also sorry for disappearing. i lost motivation to post.

english is not my first language. all pictures taken from instagram, pinterest and twitter. credit to owners.

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TWITTER!

INSTAGRAM!

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📍 Bali, Indonesia

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yourinstagram 🌀📘💙💠🌊

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user1 y/n pls tell us that popbase was lying 💔💔💔💔💔💔

user2 SHE'S FREE FROM THE VROOM VROOM GUY WE CHEER

user3 being single looks good on you 🥹

user4 use me as "we miss carlosy/n" button

user5 i refuse to believe that my parents are no longer together

user6 carlos needed you and you abandoned him

user7 user6 girl what

user8 i've always had a bad feeling about her ever since they started dating and my guts were right

user9 reminder that you people have no right to be upset about someone else's relationship and that you need to think before commenting because some of these comments are borderline racist

user10 geez louise 55 fans are insane

TWITTER!

INSTAGRAM!

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f1gossipofficial Lewis Hamilton and his latest rumoured wag Y/N L/N leaving a restaurant after having dinner together in New York.

She had just broken up with Williams' Carlos Sainz Jr after 5 years of being together.

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user1 wait hold on i kinda see the vision

user2 user1 RIGHT THEY LOOK SO GOOD TOGETHER I MEAN CMON

user3 this is ai btw. i say as they dragged me back to the psych ward

user4 i pretend i do not see ❤️

user5 guys they're just friends y/n and carlos are still together trust (i'm going crazy)

user6 how does lewis keep bagging these baddies bro i mean even carlos' EX???? 😭😭

user7 user6 bold of u to assume that y/n didn't willingly date lewis for his money

user8 user7 oh here we go again with the gold digger allegation

user9 carlos can't handle allat 🙏🏽

user10 user9 a baddie should be with a baddie

f1gossipofficial

f1gossipofficial Y/N L/N at the Lewis Hamilton's Ferrari garage for the 2025 Monaco Grand Prix.

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user1 and the saga continues

user2 lol she probably found out that williams sucks she broke up with him.

user3 user2 ah yes let's just assume what happened even though it's none of our business shall we

user3 user2 girl you're literally on a gossip page ofc ppl are gonna assume things

user4 she has to keep the dating ferrari driver streak going on somehow

user5 she should be banned from going to f1 races

user6 user5 yall 55 fans should check yourselves into a psysh ward

user7 SHE LOOKS SO GOOD

user8 those who keep talking shit about y/n should really find some hobby cause damn

yourinstagram

📍 Monte-Carlo

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yourinstagram weekend well spent in monaco 🏎️❤️

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user1 chat.... it's official i fear

user2 she's free from a vroom vroom guy only to date another vroom vroom guy

user3 user2 HELP 😭

user2 user3 well when it's sir lewis hamilton, nobody can resist ✨

user4 SHE WORE LEWIS' JACKET OH MY GOD

user5 user4 AND HIS CAP!!!!

user6 being a ferrari wag always look good on you ❤️

user7 i can't believe you would do this to carlos

user8 user7 user girl what

user9 finding another man so soon?

user10 user9 user god forbid a woman moves on

user9 user10 she cheated on carlos

user10 user9 and? good for her 🙏🏽

user11 my god these comments ain't it

lewishamilton

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lewishamilton mine.

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user1 wOAH

user2 THE CAPTION!!!!!!

user3 LEWIS OH MY GOD

user4 IM SCREAMISJDGSJSK

user5 I JUST OPENED THIS APP SIR

user6 yeah the girl is definitely y/n

user7 i wasn't expecting him to post something about this 😭😭

user8 he said "she chose me" ✨

user9 user8 i respect her for that cause why settle for mr four race wins when you can get sir seven times world champion

user8 user9 she saw the opportunity and took it

user10 we love a possessive lewis 🔥🔥