kitt4ln4

[kitt4ln4]

|Photoshoot

| pairing : Lewis Hamilton x Photographer!reader

| warnings: smut so 18+, poorly written smut

A/N : first time writing a fic and writing smut so sorry if its not that great

The squeaks of the polished floor of the photo studio echoed throughout. Hushed voices of excitement softly travelled in the air and what stood out in the room was the clicks of the camera. The day slowly dragged on and the sun of Maranello was slowly setting, filling the room with a warm and intimate glow. Lewis sat on one of the oversize Pirelli tires, tired from sitting still and being effortlessly handsome. You were just sitting on his lap like the pretty thing you are and showing him the photos from the day as his lead photographer.

“I quite like this one doll” He muttered in your ear, his British accent smooth like butter. The photo was the one where his back was on the tire which propped up against the he was sitting on and his lean fingers hooked onto the bottom part of his helmet under the red tinted visor, his classic 44 on clear display.

“You think?” you questioned, placing your camera down next to his helmet and swinging her leg over so that she was straddling him, peeling off the velcro that held the top part of his race suit and pulling down the zipper all the down to his abdomen.

“I’d personally keep that one for myself, maybe put it in a frame but if you want that on your socials fine by me” you hummed, tracing the outlines of his muscles that strain against his Ferrari red fireproofs.

“You cheeky cheeky minx” Lewis’ lips curled into a teasing grin, his hands crawled up your Ferrari polo and ghosted over your bra.

“The red lacy ones? You were planning this all along. Getting me into this position, it's becoming all clear now”. Slowly his touch trailed down your body and to the waistband of your fitting dress trousers which hugged all the right curves of your lower body, popping the button and pulling them down and throwing them somewhere in the studio.

“Look at you doll, already soaked” His fingers dipping around the fabric of your cotton panties and swiping up your juices to taste making you give out a soft moan.

“And you taste as sweet as ever.” He shuffled out of his boxers and race suit to free his hard and angry cock, giving it a few pumps before ripping your panties off and shoving himself inside your walls. Eliciting a cry from you.

“A cheeky brat like you dont deserve prep” he snarled, gripping onto your hips as he thrusted into you to adjust you to his size.

“Come on doll. Ride me like you’d picture yourself doing to me” You slowly rose up before he gripped onto your hips to force you down, slamming into your g-spot which caused you to let out a cry which was straight pornographic. His grip on you hips tightened as the pace quickened 

“Lew- please… I’m gonna” your breath coming out in quick breathes, chest heaving.

“Come doll, I've got you safe here” he whispered in your ear. As your orgasm snapped inside you, your juices flurried out and covered his lap slightly soaking his deep red race suit. Lewis kept a keen eye on you as you slowly came down from your high. 

After a short while you open your eyes to your dress pants back on and all cleaned. Lewis was changed back into his casual clothes with a bag full of your stuff.

“Let's get back to hotel room doll, I need to take care of you properly"

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