#✦˚୨୧⋆ lewis hamilton

[itzznana]

dynamics of love ↷ ( lw44 x fem!reader )

resumo — algumas dinâmicas de seu relacionamento com Lewis.

1.

Ele não consegue passar muito tempo sem ter as mãos em você. Você podia até jurar que a falta de seu toque sobre ele foi um dos grandes fatores que fez com que ele começasse a odiar ainda mais o tempo passado longe e tentasse te levar ao máximo de GPs possíveis.

Mãos na cintura, quadris, bunda, por todos os lugares que ele tiver acesso. Com o tempo, tornou-se algo comum para a equipe encontrar, o normalmente reservado piloto, abraçado com você pela garagem.

Apenas um grupo de pessoas gosta deste hábito tanto quanto vocês. . . Os fãs. Eles são gratos pelas fotos desses pequenos momentos fofos que às vezes eram postadas na conta oficial da equipe.

2.

Multidões.

Era óbvio que, namorando alguém tão famoso quanto Lewis, a falta de privacidade ia se tornar algo cada vez mais comum, para a infelicidade de vocês. E nesse grande combo, multidões acabaram se tornando cada vez mais comuns na vida do casal.

Na saída de cada GP, durante suas caminhadas pela vizinhança, até mesmo em frente ao seu condomínio, em raras ocasiões.

Com o longo tempo de namoro, era esperado que você já tivesse se acostumado com isso e soubesse agir calmamente em situações como essas, mas não. A confusão tomava o lugar de qualquer pensamento racional que sua mente pudesse reunir, acompanhada do pânico.

E, em momentos assim, você era grata por seu namorado. O piloto sempre toma as rédeas da situação e imediatamente pega sua mão, preocupado em não te perder de vista e chegar o mais rápido possível em algum lugar seguro, caso percebesse que aquelas pessoas à sua volta ofereciam risco, principalmente a você.

Com um sorriso leve que só ele podia fornecer, alguns sussurros tranquilizadores e leves carícias na mão segurada eram suficientes para te livrar de qualquer pensamento negativo, deixando sua mente em um looping infinito de: “Eu te amo.”

3.

É de conhecimento geral entre os fãs os rituais pré-corridas que piloto mantém. Entre eles estão, por exemplo, escutar músicas e receber um beijo de “boa sorte” de sua namorada.

Este pequeno gesto começou logo após sua primeira aparição no paddock como WAG. Com o decorrer do tempo, sofreu leves alterações, mas nunca perdeu sua linda essência.

Mesmo quem vê de fora pode perceber quanto amor e carinho é dedicado e compartilhado durante aquele curto momento. Onde, nos minutos que antecedem a corrida, vocês compartilham um longo e amoroso beijo, você coloca a balaclava de volta a seu devido lugar e por fim planta um beijo sobre o capacete, onde a testa do piloto fica localizada.

É algo que, apesar de simples, carrega grande importância para vocês.

4.

Ao caminhar pelo shopping ao lado de Lewis e observar as vitrines, você para de repente ao se deparar com um delicado colar de diamantes em prata. Era maravilhoso, seus olhos imediatamente brilharam ao ver a bela joia que parecia clamar por sua atenção, como se fosse feito para ser seu.

Mais adiante, o campeão mundial interrompeu sua caminhada ao perceber sua falta, virando-se e notando imediatamente a namorada em frente a uma vitrine. Silenciosamente, se aproximou e pôde finalmente vislumbrar o que havia encantado você.

── É lindo, gostou? ─ O piloto perguntou, esperando por uma reação sua.

Ainda sem desviar o olhar do colar, você respondeu. ── Ele é deslumbrante… ─ uma pequena pausa se seguiu. ── E deve custar muito. ─ deu um leve balanço de ombros, tentando fingir desinteresse.

── Querida, você pode ter tudo que deseja, não importa o preço. ─ O piloto levanta seu queixo para estabelecer contato visual. ── Basta você pedir, tudo para te fazer feliz, lembra?

Você se lembrava muito bem. Não era a primeira vez que você negava seus desejos com medo de incomodar o seu namorado, que fazia questão de relembrar quantas vezes fosse necessário que ele não se importava nenhum pouco em te satisfazer.

Suspirando, sabendo que essa era uma batalha perdida, você acena enquanto murmura um pequeno “Ok”.

No final do dia, por detrás das cortinas de sua casa compartilhada, longe dos olhares curiosos do resto do mundo, o belíssimo colar de diamantes era a única coisa que ainda descansava sobre sua pele após todas as suas roupas terem sido abandonadas a muito tempo.

5.

Apesar de querer estar presente em todas as corridas do seu agora noivo, os afazeres da vida adulta impediam que sua vontade fosse concretizada.

Já acostumados, mas não mais conformados, com a distância, vocês acabaram por descobrir diversas formas de se manterem próximos mesmo quando havia continentes de distância entre vocês.

Mensagens frequentes e facetime foram apenas algumas das maneiras que você e Lewis encontraram para amenizar um pouco da saudade que se tornava cada vez mais intensa.

No entanto, recentemente, um novo método foi adicionado a esta adição.

Fotos.

No último Natal, o britânico te presenteou com uma linda polaroide, para incentivar seu mais novo hobbie. Desde então, a pequena máquina vem sendo extremamente útil, não somente para fotografias de paisagens, como era seu objetivo inicial, mas também para momentos em que você sentia que precisava de algo mais preciso que sua mente para recordar.

Encontros, viagens, seus amigos e familiares, bem como seu atraente e encantador noivo.

Agora, pequenas fotos suas eram o mais novo amuleto da sorte do piloto e ele fazia questão de carregar pelo menos uma delas em sua carteira.

O que muitos não tinham conhecimento eram as diversas utilidades que essa doce tradição carregava.

Eles não tinham a menor ideia de que, em noites de carência que só a distância proporcionava, o campeão mundial adorava ficar horas olhando as fotos sujas que sua futura esposa reservava apenas para seus olhos.

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lewis I believe in u

[suxnyfllower]

★ ─ this is pure perfection

WHAT YOU CAN’T HAVE ━ L.H

in which you’re christian horner’s daughter and fall for none other than lewis hamilton himself after months of sneaking around in each other’s beds.

warnings; mentions of christian horner, events of 2021 silverstone, monza and abu dhabi, no need to discuss or hate on anyone please! fluff, smut and angst all in one let’s go. masturbation, oral, unprotected sex, mentions of an age gap, choking, face fucking, spanking, praise, mention of nude photos, some mention of anxiety? barley though, she’s kinda long too like usual.

(not my gif)

growing up the daughter of a spice girl and f1 team principal meant there wasn’t much you couldn’t have.

blessed with a privileged life of never hearing or being told no, anything you wanted your parents would provide. any goals you wanted to achieve, you were already ten steps ahead of others your age.

and you recognised this. incredibly grateful for the life you could live due to your last name, the connections it brought, the advantages it gave you.

well into your early twenties and unlike most you weren’t studying, instead travelling the world in a redbull jacket; going country from country, the title of your dads personal assistant on your paddock credentials which meant absolutely nothing.

your father was a control freak, he needed no personal assistant. but you wanted to get into photography, and claimed him landing you a job as a photographer would be way too easy.

you wanted to work for something for once in your life.

so you followed your dad around, practicing; taking photos and getting him a coffee every sunday. you had started in 2019, by the end of 2020 on your own merit you had become one of the few photographers for redbull.

for their social media page. meaning it was now a phone in your hand not a camera, but you didn’t care. a promotion was a promotion. you would happily try work your way up the ranks until you were being paid to have an actual camera in your hand.

the only real difference between the camera and phone was now you only focused on redbull. when you could take pictures as you pleased it was whatever you deemed fit.

the fans. the tracks. the drivers.

photographing the drivers was something you didn’t do too often, having felt awkward and out of place standing with the group of photographers at the paddock entrance.

but as you grew familiar with a few faces, or more so they became aware of your hobby, every now and then you’d snap a few photos of the beloved stars of the sport.

that’s when lewis properly first grabbed your attention.

you’d always known of him, obviously. motorsport was huge in your family; lewis was huge in motorsport. huge beyond motorsport.

but he’d always been untouchable, even in the paddock every weekend you could count on one hand the amount of times you ever saw him. so when you had grown the confidence to start photographing drivers, for the first time ever you were starstruck when your lens focused in on him.

it was humbling, feeling the gravitational pull towards him like everyone else did. admiring him like you hadn’t any one else. you didn’t dwell over it though. once again this was lewis hamilton.

even as christian horner’s daughter you felt no shame in the attraction to him. despite being so close to him in distance every week there was a sense of security you’d never cross paths, your little crush wasn’t harmful. it was practically a celebrity crush. one you’d never admit too for obvious reasons.

but when covid hit in 2020 the number of people in the paddock thinned out, and suddenly lewis was picking up on a few consistent faces beyond the mercedes’ garage.

yours being one of them.

he could remember the first time he saw you, you were speaking to your dad and he couldn’t help but ask angela if he knew who you were.

he’d assumed a mechanic, maybe an intern. but really his focus wasn’t on the redbull logo you were repping so proudly, instead it was your long legs, sparkling eyes and soft smile.

“horner’s eldest,” angela had replied swiftly, causing lewis to do a double take, head twisting back over his shoulder to take one more glance at you in disbelief. to find you staring right back at him had him smirking ever so slightly, before his eyes returned back in front of him.

“never seen her before,” lewis shrugged off; unsure as to why you had taken his interest. you too were unsure, shamelessly admiring him as he walked past as you had done many times before, when he turned to look back at you, you froze. like you’d been caught in a crime.

“she’s here every week,” angela had informed; and the words had lingered in lewis’ mind for some time, storing away the knowledge that the pretty face would be one he could see again.

frozen and embarrassed was how you felt in that moment. never had your staring been caught before, and while you were sure he was quite used to meeting eyes that were already on him it still caught you off guard.

just like when he first spoke to you. you remember questioning if he had the wrong person, well actually the first assumption you had made was that you were in his way.

“shit sorry,” you had mumbled as you quickly stepped aside from were you were outside the media pen; waiting patiently for your dad so you could head back to the hotel.

your cheeks had heated the moment you looked up from your phone and laid eyes on the mercedes star, eyes widening in surprise and disbelief.

you had told yourself one day that if you ever spoke to him you’d be different to everyone else, would react normally and not care that he was the lewis hamilton. you did it with ease with every other driver.

but that had gone out the window when he was a actually standing in front of you.

“you’re not in my way,” he had laughed, furrowing his eyebrows in slight confusion, and after having a few moments to realise you in fact weren’t blocking anything and his eyes were looking down on you expectantly, you realised he wanted to speak to you.

“right; sorry.” you laughed sheepishly, the blush on your cheeks darkening, instantly feeling humiliated and stupid. “did you need something?” you had tried to recover, before realising how rude it sounded, resisting the urge to cringe.

he let out yet another chuckle, shrugging his shoulders so casually. as if this wasn’t out of the ordinary. “we’ve never met.” he explained, and while if anyone else in this paddock had said anything along those lines you wouldn’t bat an eyelash, it felt weird coming from his lips.

you had to resist the urge from pointing out the fact there was probably a lot of people here he’s never met, but settling on a simple introduction was easy. especially with the toothy smile he was flashing you.

“i’m y/n.” you had introduced, and the flirtatious grin he had given you in return as he introduced himself should’ve been enough to make you realise you were doomed.

throughout the rest of 2020 lewis found excuses to speak to you, nothing major; smiles across the paddock, nods beneath his sunglasses, a ‘how are ya?’ or ‘morning’ in passing occasionally.

well it started as occasional, then it was every weekend. small smiles became smirks, his nod of acknowledgment turned into longing glances, eye contact being held despite both of you needing to have your minds else where.

he saw you as a challenge. one of the few things he can’t have. something he shouldn’t want. but lewis loved defying the odds, he loved having to try hard for things, because while he was always pushing himself to the limit with his job; things came easier to him now.

credit to all the hard work he’s put in his whole life of course. but you had presented yourself as something he could try claim, where his name wouldn’t advantage him. instead put him ten steps behind the pace.

he wasn’t use to that. not these days.

and you felt oh so similar. everything had always fallen into your hands served on a silver spoon, but lewis? you knew you shouldn’t dare go there. you couldn’t.

your fathers distaste for all things mercedes did not exclude sir hamilton, he would have you locked in your room as if you were 12 years old and grounded if he even caught you speaking to him.

and that only made you want him even more. and why it made so much sense that the sexual tension between the pair of you was first addressed after max’s win in abu dhabi in 2020.

“are you laughing at my scooter?” lewis had spoken to you, your hand covering your mouth as you attempt to stop the bubbles of laughter from becoming audible.

“no, of course not.” you had grinned; despite being clearly amused by the unexpected image of him quite literally zooming towards you on his infamous scooter. you had your phone in hand, attempting to get signal to upload photos and videos you had captured from max’s win.

a good way to end the season, hopefully a sign of what’s to come in 2021.

“hm, why don’t i believe you,” lewis scoffed, having come to a stop. and you were delighted to see him get off the mode of transport and take a few steps towards you, meaning he was up for conversation. a rare thing between the pair of you, especially in private. “what are you doing here anyways?” he quizzed.

“trying to get signal.” you shrugged, holding your phone up to reference your words; behind the motor homes near the garbage and the gate lining the catering kitchens was not the first place you picked for there to be strong connection, but it had your phone on two bars instead of one.

you didn’t need to ask why he was here. it was quite clearly a route away from onlookers and people, a quick way back to his mercedes’ suite.

“how are you by the way? covid and all,” you realised you hadn’t asked; wanting to be polite. you two weren’t beyond small talk, in fact you don’t think there’s ever been more than small talk. time hadn’t allowed it. but for some reason talking to him had become casual.

maybe it was because of the telling looks and gazes, or the revealing grins and tempting smirks. both things you had missed last grand prix when lewis was out with covid. it had made you realise just how much attention you paid to this little unspoken game you two had going. finding yourself searching for him in the crowd automatically one too many times throughout the previous weekend.

“i’m all good.” lewis had spoke the reply he had told practically everyone this week. the questions were repetitive but he appreciated the concern. “miss me?” he smirked shamelessly, eyebrows raising in interest.

“i actually enjoyed a weeks break from your watchful eye,” you had replied with a quick tongue, the smirk tugging at the corners of your mouth wanting to match his. the first time having addressed whatever it was between the pair of you.

“makes two of us. i got to admit love - now that you mention it, you need to be more subtle when checking me out. it’s so painfully obvious.” he had told you in a soft tone, as if he was giving you some real advice. you laughed aloud at his words, nodding along as if you were actually taking on board the words falling from his lips.

you didn’t miss the use of the simple pet name, which had your heart skipping a beat but you pushed that feeling back. having weeks of preparation to do so from trying to stay composed and not get flustered when you caught him looking at you with that look in his eyes practically every day.

“oh yes, i’m the one who makes things obvious,” you laughed; raising your eyebrows to express your doubt. and you couldn’t help but admire the way his eyes creased as he smiled, the laugh he let out. did this man have a flaw?

“shouldn’t you be celebrating?” he had asked after a few moments, eyes glancing around as if the overjoyed team would be nearby, before falling back onto you.

“celebrating what?” you had asked simply, despite being fully aware of what he was referring to; max’s win of course. your answer had his lips tempted to tug up into a smirk once more, a small shake of his head as he let out a breathy chuckle.

“max’s win. with your dad.” he pointed out, emphasis on the ‘dad.’ as if he was reminding both you and himself who you were. who he was. why you should walk off right now and go celebrate with the team.

but where is the fun in doing what you should?

“not much more i can do than say well done,” you shrugged, pursing your lips as your eyes settled up at him; his eyes refusing to leave yours. and you’d be lying to say if you weren’t struggling under his gaze, but you were acting as if you weren’t. “don’t you have somewhere important to be?” you questioned back.

lewis had to stop himself from laughing again, not at your question but instead the delivery. as if you were challenging him. he liked it. enjoyed the way you spoke to him as if he was anyone. admired how like himself, you too seemed willing to risk quite a lot by interacting with him.

“i’m quite happy right here… so no.” he told you with certainty, and you weren’t certain if you saw his eyes flicker down to your lips or not. what you were certain was he had taken a casual step towards you. “if that’s okay with you of course,” he asked; cockiness oozing from his tone as if he knew your answer.

you were ready to give back a witty reply, but had to stop yourself from speaking as his hand moved to brush a few strands of your hair back, causing you to take a deep breath. it now being your eyes who flickered to his lips. that were suddenly looking incredibly inviting.

“fine by me.” you had told him in reply quietly, eyes returning to his; looking at him in question. the pair of you wondering the same thing, who’d crack first? would either of you take the first step? make such a risky yet tempting move.

but lewis loved danger, so it wasn’t a shock that it had been him. his lips connecting with yours in an eager kiss, one you had no issues with reciprocating.

while lewis was an adrenaline junkie; obviously, the feeling of sneaking into lewis’ drivers room was unmatched and unfamiliar for you. your heart was practically beating out of your chest with nerves and excitement as he snuck you through the mercedes’ suite.

the prospect of anyone seeing you in your redbull polo here was somewhat terrifying, mainly because your hand was being grasped by lewis’ large one as he tugged you along. you could read the headline now.

all was worth it however the moment you were inside, team colours being tossed aside alongside any loyalty for the next hour or two.

you remember leaving the mercedes’ suite that day under the impression that that was the only time you and lewis would have slept together. what had been brewing all year finally bubbled over, and to say you were satisfied was an understatement.

“been thinking about this for fucking months darling,”

“need you to get on your knees for me love,”

“knew you’d be a good girl for me,”

his words stayed with you the entire winter break, and you’d be lying if you said he wasn’t who consumed your thoughts whenever you touched yourself.

lewis almost felt the same, only just ten times worse.

he’d gone through every distraction possible in attempt to get his mind off of you. models, ex flings, one night stands. you name it; he tried it.

he thought one time with you would be enough to tame the want he had built for you over the year but instead it had just multiplied.

and the fact he simply couldn’t reach you killed him. instead stuck waiting over the dreadful winter until he could see you again. he was mad at himself, frustrated you had so much power over him from one time together.

but he was well past trying to deny his desire for you.

he had hoped you would be at pre-season testing, and the disappointment he felt when he didn’t spot you anywhere near the redbull garage almost worried him.

chasing someone was out of character for him. not to mention he was chasing you of all people, someone he should keep at an arms distance. but he just wanted one more night with you, needed your nails on his back once more. needed to hear you moan his name again.

so when he had seen you around the paddock on the thursday in bahrain at the start of the 2021 season, he had no hesitance in clearing his schedule for that night.

“are you crazy?” you whisper yelled when you opened your hotel door to see none other than lewis himself.

he looked awfully casual, grey sweats, a hoodie; hands stuffed in his pockets. you couldn’t help but admire the unfamiliar sight. not to mention the child like grin on his face.

“what do you mean?” he spoke innocently, the volume of his voice terrifying you as you quickly tugged him inside, shutting the door behind the pair of you, a chuckle leaving his lips.

“someone could’ve seen you!” you exclaimed, even reaching up onto your tippy toes to check the peep hole of the door, relieved to see no one on the hotel floor.

he had laughed again at your worrying as he watched you in amusement, all the while you began to realise he was actually here. how on earth did he get your room number? were mercedes’ even staying in this hotel?

“i was careful.” lewis had a lame attempt to calm your nerves, watching as you turned around to face him. it felt so naturally comfortable between the pair of you, something you had also noticed.

“how’d you know i was here?” you asked skeptically, eyes narrowing up at him; before a smirk threatened to tug on your features. “are you stalking me hamilton?” you accused playfully as your arms crossed over your chest.

“i want your phone number.” he avoided both of your questions as if it was nothing, as if it was a reasonable explanation for his somewhat extreme actions of seeking out your hotel room.

“you couldn’t have asked me at the track?” you furrowed your eyebrows, trying to ignore the butterflies that erupted in your stomach from the fact that he wanted your number. that maybe he had been thinking about that night in abu dhabi as much as you have been.

“nope.” lewis replied simply. “can’t make a move on you at the track.” he reminded you, amusement crossing your features as you let out a laugh at his boldness.

“so that’s why you’re here,” you hummed knowingly, your smile inviting him to close the distance between the pair of you, walking towards you until you were backing up and against the wall, your chin lifted so you could keep your full focus on him. “been thinking about me? planning this?” you asked, confidence washing over you and it showed with the suggestive tone you were speaking in, your finger tracing up his chest momentarily.

lewis had to take a breath as you called him out, enjoying every moment of it though as he watched you drag your nail across his hoodie. “something like that.” he answered, his hand moving to rest against the wall near your head; trapping you in place as if you’d try walk away.

“i have to leave in half an hour. dinner with the family.” you told him in a whisper, because with how close he was there was no need to speak any louder.

“you can cancel.” lewis murmured, his thumb grazing over your cheek as he took ahold of your jaw lightly; in an attempt to persuade you. but he had a feeling it wouldn’t take much to get you to comply.

“haven’t seen them for a month,” you countered, raising your eyebrow in question. you had spent the summer in america with a friend, so your mum had flew in for the first race to see you.

“you’ll see ‘em tomorrow,” lewis replied, lacking urgency or empathy; speaking as if he could stand here and come up with solutions and reasons as to why you should stay here with him for hours.

“maybe i want to see them tonight.” you didn’t miss a beat, a playful smile dancing on your lips as your hands moved under his hoodie, feeling his toned abdomen shamelessly, touching what you could of him.

“you know what i want?” lewis asked you, appreciating the feeling of your hands on him, your soft touch feeling better than what he remembers. what he has thought about all winter.

you hummed in response, urging him to tell you. “want to hear the pretty sounds you make without trying to keep quiet.” he started.

you had parted your lips to reply on cue, but he kept going. “want to see you on your knees again. want you to sit on my face till you’re screaming ━ want to fuck you again till your crying.” he spoke thoughtfully, his tongue grazing over his bottom lip. “want you on top of me again so bad. haven’t stopped fucking thinking about it,” he grumbled; no shame to his confession.

your breath had quite literally been taken away, squeezing your thighs together at his words; looking up at him as if you’d do anything he’d ask. because you probably would.

“makes two of us,” you had told him, before putting the pair of you out of your misery and crashing your lips into his.

that night was a lot different to your first time together, as desperate and eager but without the worries of being caught. able to take your time with each other, not needing to test the waters because lewis so clearly remembered just what you liked last time cause he had thought about it so damn much.

you didn’t go to dinner with your parents that night; obviously. and it set the tone for the year. every weekend one way of another you ended up wrapped in the bed sheets with lewis, hook ups becoming more regular as time went on.

started with just thursday nights, turned into thursday’s and sundays. then some weekends you’d be seeing him three times throughout the four days.

which didn’t sound like much, but with such challenging circumstances and how busy lewis was; it was remarkable how much time you managed to spend together.

what was a convenient hook up quickly became something the pair of you needed.

you would’ve worried about your dad growing suspicious, considering how you were M.I.A so often now in comparison to previous years. but luckily for you he was too caught up in the fact max had an actual shot at the championship to take notice of you sneaking off early or showing up late.

the downside of this was the fact max was obviously battling out for the championship with lewis. which put you in a tricky spot as the year went on, as the pair of them remained close in points.

the fear that it would ruin whatever it was you had with lewis entered your mind, worried he’d need to distance himself from you. or that things could become awkward due to the rising tension between those close to the pair of you.

however it only achieved the opposite, while you would think silverstone would halt the developing relationship between you and lewis; you were quite certain that the night after his win there was the best sex you’d ever had in your life.

“was worried you were gonna bail on me princess,” lewis breathed against your neck, lips peppering kisses against the skin as his chest was pressed against your back, your palms holding onto the door in front of you, having barley got in the room before lewis was all over you.

the guilt you felt while heading to his hotel room was no longer there. you had almost turned back, feeling like it was a betrayal to your father, to the team, to be here of all places after a bitter loss. but the moment lewis’ hands and lips were on you there was not one doubt in your mind about being here.

“‘course not,” you whispered in reply, a moan falling from your lips as he pressed his hips into your ass; his lips on your skin feeling too good to worry about the hickeys he was so clearly leaving.

it was comforting to hear, knowing even when things got tense and somewhat complicated, which most definitely happened today, you’d still show up on his doorstep. and he’d still let you in.

“gonna fuck you whatever way i want,” he grunted as his hands found the hem of your redbull polo, scrunching it up and pushing it up your waist. “cause i won. and you’re all mine to use as i please, right baby?” he spoke out in question, a sense of pride and possessiveness overcoming him as he, like many times before, pulled your redbull shirt over your head and discarded it to the floor.

it riled him up more than he’d like to admit, you being here; moaning his name and so eager for him even after the events of today. that you would still allow him of all people to be the one ripping the redbull uniform from your body when everyone else in the same shirt was most certainly cursing him out in other ways right now.

“all yours.” you practically whined, head falling back from the mere anticipation of him having his way with you tonight. “only yours.”

things had been different since silverstone. while it was still just sex between the pair of you, there was a sense of passion involved now. not to mention the unspoken loyalty.

alongside this it turned into spending a few hours in each other’s bed, to spending the night. then spending the night turned into having round two in the morning. but still ━ just sex. just more often.

and tensions momentarily settled for a little as well, easing your nerves when sneaking around with the appointed enemy.

but then, things boiled over again. monza.

you’d seen countless of crashes and collisions over the years, and while they always made your stomach drop ━ nothing compared to the feeling of seeing max’s tire quite literally run over the top of lewis.

it was a shock to the system, how sick you felt afterwards. even after seeing him get out of the car, you couldn’t shake the fear lingering inside you at the prospect of him being hurt in the slightest.

the team was worried about max. about the loss of points.

and you were stood there, in the redbull garage; only thinking about lewis. shaky hands, chest was tight; you felt like you were going to throw up.

having to resist the urge to go see him for yourself was incredibly hard, while all reports was that he was fine. you had the need to hear it and see it for yourself. for him to tell you he was okay.

then as the race finished up, the worry that he wouldn’t want to see you settled in as well. an emotional mess you were that day, confused by how much it had rattled you.

“hey, how are you?” the words fell from your lips quickly the moment lewis opened his hotel door. a tradition, you being here sunday evenings or nights after a race, no matter the result or outcome.

“i’m good now,” he sheepishly chuckled, wasting no time in grabbing ahold of your waist ━ moving you inside and straight into his chest, lips kissing yours without another thought.

after what you could call a shit day at work, there was nothing lewis wanted more than your kisses and comfort. he couldn’t be more grateful for the distraction you so easily provided him, he got lost in you so easily.

you hummed out in surprise at the sudden kiss, hands moving to cup his cheeks lightly. your mind still racing as it had been since the crash, but not one to ever deny his touch - you couldn’t pull away.

“you’re sure your fine?” you managed to speak into the kiss, some words coming out mumbled as he eagerly made out with you, hands having a tight grip on your waist.

“mhm,” he dismissed, hands travelling to your ass where he gave a tight squeeze, drawing out a moan of appreciation from you. it was hard to think straight with his hands all over you, so like usual for a few moments you were consumed in him.

but it seemed your worry for him was topping all today, because after a couple more minutes of making out, you felt the need to check in again.

“you’d tell me if you were hurt yeah?” you couldn’t stop the question as he started kissing down your neck, before he slowly pulled away; eyebrows furrowing in confusion as he looked down at you.

“yeah,” he nodded quietly, eyes studying you for a moment. “are you okay?” he asked with a raised brow, reversing the roles as his hand came up to cup your cheek gently; the pair of you catching your breath.

it was your turn to look confused. “yeah?” you answered, however it sounded more like a question; why would he need to check if you were okay? you weren’t the one who had a car on top of them earlier today.

“you seem stressed.” he pointed out, tone hinting that he didn’t believe you; his hand caressing your cheek lightly, watching as you pursed your lips, unsure on how to reply considering he was right.

you’d been stressed all day. shame to know it was so obvious.

“yeah, well i was worried about you,” you shrugged; voice timid and almost ashamed. saying it out loud had you worried you were overstepping, but the soft and reassuring smile lewis sent you was quick to shut down those fears.

“i’m fine love,” he spoke in reassurance, eyes pouring into yours as he tried to reassure you this time. “might wake up sore tomorrow. but i’m fine. i promise.” he added with a light hearted laugh, and you couldn’t help but lean your cheek into his hold lightly. which he happily embraced.

he wasn’t scared by you showing you cared, instead he felt joyed to know you cared. something he didn’t know he needed reassurance about but the small smile was refusing to leave his lips, admiring you shamelessly as you stressed over him.

“i know, sorry, i just…” you trailed off, biting down on your bottom lip; ready to ramble about how stressed you had been, stopping yourself however after realising the last thing he probably needed was you recounting todays events.

“y/n.” lewis spoke softly, gaining your full attention as his free hand came up to join his other in cupping both your cheeks, forcing your eyes up and on him. “i’m okay.” he smiled, and he didn’t miss the breath of relief that had left your lips as you nodded, although he wasn’t fully sold. “how about we just watch a movie or something tonight?” he suggested, catching you off guard.

how was it he knew what you needed when you yourself didn’t know?

you nodded however, fond of the idea as much as it scared you. “yeah…” you spoke out in thought. “that’d be good,” you couldn’t help the slight smile; which caused his soft one to turn into a grin.

“come on then,” he mumbled, pressing a short kiss to your forehead before dragging you to the couch.

after monza the pair of you were closer than ever, more than friends with benefits; and it would be hard for you to deny the feelings you had quite clearly grown.

but it was an unspoken rule that feelings would never be mentioned; there was no room for them between the pair of you, despite you and him both feeling the same way.

you had become a priority of his every week, no matter the circumstance he found time for you; no matter how busy or difficult it was. waking up with you in his arms afterwards was a highlight, almost better than being inside you the night before.

he found himself looking at the photos of you on his phone more and more every time there was one or two weeks off, and while usually he’d admire the explicit ones - you on your knees in front of him, or on top of him; his favourite had become the one of you dressed in only his mercedes’ polo, his mercedes’ cap loosely placed on your head as you flipped him off, slightly tangled hair and hickeys peaking through on your skin.

he remembered taking the photo clearly, a false reality he got to live in for a few moments of you repping his name and number proudly.

“that’s a sight i could get used to.” lewis smirked from where he sat on his bed leant on the headboard - chest bare and torso covered by the sheets, having gotten back into bed after grabbing a drink while you went to the bathroom.

you had picked up the mercedes’ polo, the one you had taken off of him when you first got here, off the floor and put it on while giggling to yourself before going to the bathroom. finding yourself more than amusing.

“enjoy it while it lasts sir, it ain’t happening again.” you teased with a grin ━ playfully posing in the shirt that fell down to your mid thigh, covering a few of the marks he had left there with both his mouth and fingertips.

“what do you mean? you’re my biggest fan.” he scoffed, shamelessly admiring you in his shirt, the smile on his face wide and showing no signs of leaving. you looked perfect, sex hair and tired eyes included. it was the first time lewis was actually scared of his own feelings, because he was ready to risk anything for you in the moment.

“more of a valtteri girl.” you smirked, watching as a louder laugh left his lips while you swiftly sauntered over to a few of his belongings on a lounge chair in the bedroom, grabbing his hat and placing it on top of your head, turning back to face lewis expectantly.

“well that’s got 44 on it.” lewis pointed out in a matter of fact tone, having grabbed ahold of his phone in the meantime, not hesitating to snap photos of you in your current outfit.

you laughed, raising your middle finger to him quickly; not that it stopped him, causing you to giggle further as you approached him, getting on the bed and crawling towards him, hand grabbing his phone and pushing it down.

“those cannot go anywhere,” you pointed out the obvious; an attempt to sound threatening but the fact you were beaming down at him did little to intimidate.

“i don’t know, these are too good to not share.” he joked, tossing his phone aside as his hands found your waist, pulling you on-top of him as your lips met in a sweet kiss, the sounds of both your laughter and lips moving against each other intertwining.

everything was perfect. almost. when the pair of you were alone it was perfect. like teenagers in love, you cringed at how happy he made you. how you could be so dependant on someone who wasn’t even yours, you didn’t know what to label him. but it didn’t matter, as long as you had him.

but good things never last. especially when they were destined to fail.

abu dhabi. it all came crumbling down, and you had never felt such conflicting emotions. people you had grown up with, admired and loved for years ━ seeing them so happy and their hard work pay off was incredible.

but your heart broke for lewis, not that you could show it. you wanted nothing more than to ditch the celebrations and embrace him, than to be there for him. to just offer your support.

that wasn’t an option, not in person at least. you had texted him of course; a few hours after the race. and you weren’t phased when he didn’t reply that night. it was clear your usual sunday tradition would be missed. you knew that the moment the chequered flag came out.

but then a couple days later, still no response. the amount of times you checked your phone was embarrassing, growing desperate to see his name pop up on your phone.

you convinced yourself it was fine when it became clear he wasn’t active on his phone at all, according to those around you and his lack of activity on social media; you were not the only one he was ghosting.

so you could relax for a bit, stop yourself from fearing the worst and overthinking that he would now want nothing to do with you.

but then he started posting on instagram again, all the while your message remained ignored. scared to text again and come across desperate yet you were holding onto hope that your message had in fact been lost in the sea of supportive texts he was sure to have to got over the winter.

so you caved, texting him again ━ casually asking him how he was and that you missed him, all in a friendly tone. and while you were hurt the first time you got ignored, when this message got no response it felt as if your heart had been ripped out of your chest.

you couldn’t blame him in some ways, you understood why he’d want space from you considering your last name and the team you so publicly represent.

but to not be worth a reply? it felt as if you had just been dumped. and while you usually are ecstatic for the season to begin, the start of the 2022 season couldn’t come around quicker.

you were dreading it, nerves and anxiety disturbing your sleep the days leading up to the first day in bahrain. was he going to ignore you in person? was it ridiculous that a part of you was still hopeful this had all been a miscommunication and things would go back to the way they were?

unfortunately, it was ridiculous. but you did not want to accept the fact that a year of something so good could vanish so simply and quickly.

“get a new number over the summer?” your words came out harsher than intended, having approached lewis to where he stood outside the media centre. quite the risky place to converse with him, but it was a thursday. it was early in the morning too. and the moment you saw him all sense of judgement was lost.

you couldn’t stop yourself from heading towards him, after being starved of him for so long and left in the dark you were overwhelmed with emotions. anger and fear seeming to top the list, finally here in bahrain all plans of yours were out the window.

“i’m sorry.” lewis sighed out, eyes darting around him to ensure no one you two should worry about was lurking, his eyes falling onto you. that was not the answer you were expecting, you were kind of hoping for a half-assed excuse at the least, something you could convince yourself to believe.

“if you needed space you could’ve told me.” you huffed, arms crossing over your chest, thinking on your feet with what to say. you had prepared quite a few lines but that wasn’t one of them.

“i didn’t know how to.” he shrugged, eyes only resting on yours for a few moments. your eyes had narrowed, you were hating how honest he was being. couldn’t he just deny it all? you’d much rather hear that he didn’t mean to block you out the past few months that hear him confirm he did want space. “this. whatever it was. can’t happen again.”

it felt as if the floor below you gave way when he spoke those words, your cold and annoyed facial expression being replaced with a confused and hurt one. “what?” was all that you could say, in hopes you hadn’t heard him right.

“we have to stop. it’s not… we can’t this year,” lewis sighed; biting down on the inside of his cheek. he had spent months building the courage to say this, and he was ready to back out the moment a frown graced your features. but it was for the better. he knew that.

you stared at him for a few moments, desperate for any signs of a joke or hesitance, but he kept his poker face on. which wasn’t hard considering the sunglasses framing his eyes.

“i’m confused,” you spoke with a dry laugh, a fake one; shaking your head as you tried to push back the creeping feeling of heartbreak, swallowing the lump in your throat that was threatening to form.

lewis’ eyes darted around once more, taking a deep breath to give himself the courage to do what he was about to.

he in no way wanted to break your heart, to break his own in the process. but he felt as if he had no options, he’d only be delaying the inevitable if he spent another year like last. the pair of you would never work.

he wanted nothing more than to fall into your arms at the end of last year, he craved your comfort and reassuring words. it killed him that the best way to deal with the unfair events of abu dhabi would’ve been you.

you who was celebrating in the redbull garage. and he didn’t blame you. he couldn’t. but he also couldn’t face you, he had put a wall up and unfortunately you had ended up on the opposite side. and he was convinced cutting ties with you was needed for him to focus this year.

abu dhabi had made him realise the pair of you were just simply not meant to be.

“look the sex was good; great even. but we’re kidding ourselves if we think it can be more. all we’ll be doing is eventually getting one of us in trouble.” his words hit you like a ton of bricks, the scoff of disbelief you let out not being missed by his ears, watching as you quickly shook your head at his words.

“it was more.” you were quick to correct, refusing to believe he thought it wasn’t. your eyes looking at him, practically pleading for him to go back on his words.

“it was fun,” lewis compromised, and his blunt tone almost hurt more than his actual words, shocked in how to reply, feeling as if you were talking to someone completely different than the guy you had quite easily fallen for, unsure how he could so easily label you as nothing but fun. “but it needs to stop. i cant be distracted this year.”

“then i’ll keep my distance saturday’s and sundays,” you were quick to reply; desperation laced in your words no matter how hard you tried to hide it. you refused to believe this was what he wanted.

“y/n.” lewis huffed, pinching the bridge of his nose. he knew you would make it difficult, when this was already one of the hardest things he had to do ━ but he had hoped you would’ve just listened and left without protest. he knew better though. “this was never going to workout. your dad. your age. my job. don’t tell me you thought otherwise?” he asked in a sigh, and the sympathy he held had your sadness quite quickly turning into anger.

“my age?” you laughed, shaking your head. “none of this was an issue last year lewis so stop making excuses and don’t talk to me like you know better than i do.” you snapped, ignoring the tears that were welling in your eyes.

“i’m not making excuses y/n, this is how it is.” he was quick to snap back, voice hushed as he did so; and you didn’t stop yet another dry laugh from leaving your lips.

“you couldn’t have fucking told me this a few months ago?” you deflected, annoyance and anger clear in your tone, maybe if you focused on the fact you’d spent the past few months worried about him and hopeful you could be angry instead of devastated, although the voice crack was doing little to disguise your sadness.

“i owed it to you to do it in person.” lewis spoke in reply, voice lacking any emotion. despite the fact his heart was breaking every moment this conversation went on. your teary eyes, the pain in your voice. he hated himself in this very moment.

“oh wow, how considerate of you.” you scoffed; shaking your head as you slowly came to the realisation it was in fact over, for reasons you couldn’t understand nor accept, and that’s when the first tear fell. you were quick to wipe it but he still saw.

“i’m sorr━” he had begun to apologise, sincerely too but you were quick to raise your hand to get him to stop speaking, head turned away from him as if that would hide the tears and hurt on your face.

“don’t.” you cut him off, wiping the second tear as soon as it fell, clearing your throat to avoid your voice cracking once more. “good luck this year.” was all you said before walking off, this was bad. crying in front of him and in the middle of the paddock? worse.

you had spent the whole week crying and it felt pathetic but unavoidable. all the while he seemed totally unfazed. but you could see through his bullshit.

he hadn’t given you a valid reason to end things, him telling you it was because of practically every excuse he could think of only annoying you. your age, his job, your last name, you’re a distraction? it was the easy way out.

which is why your sadness quite quickly became annoyance and the need to prove him wrong, and feel regret.

petty? maybe. but you weren’t letting him run away that easily, he didn’t get to quit on you the moment things got tough. not like that anyways.

so you traded your uniform in for skirts and sundresses, your flats had turned into small heels which got taller as the weekends went on; and you had also suddenly taken an interest in a couple of mechanics.

lewis knew what you were doing the moment he saw you the following week in saudi arabia, walking just a little too close to a colleague of yours, he could pick up on you flirting from a mile away.

he was expecting something, a slap in the face, glares, complete avoidance. not this though.

the next week in australia it was already unbearable. every day your dress or skirt got shorter, you got friendlier with the man you had picked out for the week, and not to mention your inviting eyes that seemed to catch his at the worst moments.

your small smirks and innocent bats of your lashes had him stuck with nothing but memories and his own hand, cursing himself as he tried to keep his focus. tried to refrain from searching for you every few moments.

whatever you were doing was working, and you both knew it. it only encouraged you further, desperate to make him crack. to make him eat his words.

and he wanted to. it was hard enough to say what he did. following through with it was the last thing he wanted, you seducing him was not making it any easier.

and that brought you to now, in imola.

he had resisted the temptation of you both thursday and friday, avoiding you like there was no tomorrow as he roamed the paddock. and it frustrated you how he managed to do so.

but it was now saturday, and this morning you had almost got him hook line and sinker.

he was entering the paddock, off an already frustrating start to the weekend from the previous nights qualifying ━ he should’ve known things could only get worse.

you were sat outside a hospitality suite, phone in hand; dressed in a lilac sundress, the black blazer you had matched with it hanging over the seat you were sat on.

it didn’t take much for your eyes to find him, noticing him immediately. and you couldn’t help but smirk when he caught your eyes, the eye contact pushing you into action. so innocently leaning down to your bag on the floor, the flimsy strap falling down your arm, all the while a great view of cleavage was on display.

an action only lewis would know was intentional, and he had to stop himself from grunting as he watched you. his jaw ticking as he snapped his head away from you, unsure what he’d do if he let his eyes linger any longer.

resisting you was proving to be even more difficult than he had assumed, and he already knew it was going to be hard. but it had been a month and he was going crazy.

the final straw was after the sprint, already in a bad mood despite trying to hide it, having to do interviews and not give away too much emotion, the last thing he needed was to lock eyes with you from where you stood outside the media pen.

no matter where he looked or what he did, his eyes kept falling on you. and every time you were staring right back at him, with that look in your eyes.

shamelessly checking him out, arms strategically crossed across your chest - biting down on your bottom lip. he couldn’t take it anymore, not when everything else around him was going to shit.

you had hoped from the way he had been looking at you that your months work would finally cause a breakthrough. and it did, he was first to leave the press pen and he did a beeline straight to you, in no way worried about those around the pair of you.

his large hand grabbing ahold of your wrist and dragging you down the side towards the back of the motor homes.

“what the fuck lewis,” you spoke out as you tried to keep up with his pace, desperately looking around to see if anyone was near. “someone could see,” you practically hissed.

“you wanted this.” was all he said, quite happily calling you out for pretending to be shocked as he lead you towards his drivers room, the back entrance of the motor home proving handy.

it felt awfully similar to your first time together, causing your stomach to drop as you rushed through the mercedes’ building, the pair of you both lucky no one saw.

“you need to stop.” he grumbled the moment he had locked the door behind him, turning to face you. you were flattening your dress out, pushing your hair out of your face after having to rush behind him.

“i don’t know what you’re talking about.” you lied, and despite not being used to him speaking to you in an annoyed tone, you didn’t let it bother you, holding your ground.

“yes you do. don’t play with me right now y/n, i swear to god.” he breathed, finally able to express the built up frustrations since bahrain, his hands running through his hair.

“look i get you’ve had a tough━” you started to speak, fake sympathy oozing off every word as you stared up at him. but he was quick to cut you off.

“don’t.” he interrupted as he held a finger up to you. “don’t even try it. you need to stop. stop the looks and the smirks. stop trying to make me jealous, stop with these fucking dresses and skirts. i know what you’re trying to do and it’s not going to work,” he ranted out, approaching you as he did so.

it should’ve intimidated you, but you kept your head held high and his rambling only had you smirking, happily allowing him to come closer.

“i think it is,” you hummed simply, and you could practically see the steam come from his ears as he stared down at you, having no shame in confirming what you both already knew. that you had been doing it all on purpose.

“it needs to stop.” he repeated, almost reminding himself not you of what he wanted. because the way you were looking at him right now, not to mention your seduction over the past few races, it had him more than eager to forget everything he said and kiss you.

“you’re cruel.” you hummed out, poking his chest as you stared up at him, opting for ignoring his words. he had gotten everything off his chest that he wanted, why couldn’t you do the same?

he let out a breathless laugh at your words, as if you hadn’t been the one cruelly teasing him all these weeks.

“how so?” he hummed in fake interest, raising his eyebrows as he looked down at you in expectance. oh how much he wanted to touch you. even just graze his fingers over your soft lips.

“leaving me, to my own fingers and mediocre men all because…” you spoke slowly, finger poking his chest again in between words. “you’re a coward.” you spoke clearly.

if anyone else were to call him a coward he would’ve been quick to defend himself, but because it was you he let it slide, shaking his head however. attempting to distract himself from the image in his head now of you pleasing yourself. and the image of you with other men.

“you’re afraid. and don’t even have the balls to give me a real reason to end things,” you practically spat, eyes almost glaring at him.

“i gave you plenty of reasons.” lewis replied smartly, venomous in tone and matching yours; arguing with you seemed best for now, because the only other option was taking you against the wall.

“yeah, and they were all full of shit and you know it. you took the easy way out.” you called him out, and at this point if you wanted to create distance between the pair of you it was too late, your back against the wall. a position you find yourself in too often with him.

he had no response for your words; because you were right. “you can go now. i’ve said what i needed to.” lewis practically dismissed you, yet didn’t make any moves to step away. probably because he was in two minds.

you shook your head with a chuckle, questioning why you hadn’t expected this. you call him out and he tells you to leave. of course.

“you’re a coward.” you repeated with a scoff, before pushing past him ━ heading towards the door to leave, going to unlock it before you were suddenly pulled back.

you hadn’t heard the approaching footsteps but lewis most certainly had, his quick reaction time thankfully allowing him to pull you away from the door.

“lewis?” a voice called out, causing your eyes to widen as lewis’ hand covered your mouth quickly. only then did you realise the position you were in, having been pulled back into him, his chest was flush against your back, arm wrapped around your waist.

“what do you need?” lewis huffed out, holding you tight in his grip to stop you from making any noise. his breath got stuck in his throat when you not so subtlety pushed your hips back against him.

“debrief in ten yeah?” the voice on the other side of the door reminded, and you started to try break free from half of his grasp; specifically the hand over your mouth. you could keep yourself quiet.

but after your little stunt of rolling your hips he was in no mood to comply, keeping you in place; and keeping his hand over your mouth. which proved helpful when he then pushed his hips against your ass as a petty way of payback, a muffled sound escaping your lips, ending your efforts to remove his hand.

“no.” lewis was quick to reject. “don’t think i can talk about the car anymore today. fill me in tomorrow morning.” lewis spoke, acting out of character. but he had decided he had a more pressing issue than the team; that was you.

why continue to suffer and starve himself of the one thing that could actually somewhat lighten his mood?

“but━”

“i’m not coming.” lewis huffed, voice showing he was in no mood to try be convinced, and you let out a breath of relief when whoever was on the other side of the door complied and walked off, meaning you could quickly wiggle out of his grasp.

“you did not need━” you started to lecture him as you turned around to face him, it being clear you were flustered from the contact due to the heat on your cheeks. but lewis seemed to be on a roll with interrupting people, shutting you up as he kissed you; hands finding your hips as he backed you up, your back hitting the wall with a thud.

you had gasped into his mouth but kissed him back hungrily, if the kiss was not so rough and passionate you would’ve melted into it, having missed the feeling of this more than you could explain. his hands on you, lips on yours; you were practically craving it.

lewis’ large hands were roaming your sides, pawing at you and whatever he could touch due to being starved of you for long, his own fault of course. he lost focus on what he needed to do the moment your body was against his, and now that he had you in his arms again he was questioning how he’d gone so long with out.

“thought you wanted me to stop?” you breathed out, lips managing to escape his for a few moments; giving both of you a moment to come to terms with what was about to happen. you needed some sort of confirmation he wanted this, because you weren’t sure you could handle him rejecting you again.

“you can still leave if you want to.” he offered, his eyes struggling to stay on yours, instead admiring your pink lips that he wanted, no needed, back on his; the squeeze he gave your waist being enough to tell you he wanted you to stay.

so you said nothing more, rejoining your lips with his as your arms wrapped around his neck in an attempt to bring him closer, not that he could get much closer.

his hands found your thighs and you didn’t miss a beat as he hoisted you up, your legs wrapping around his waist as he held you against the wall, lips travelling down your jaw and towards your neck ━ seeking out the spots he knew you were most sensitive, knowing your body like the back of his palm.

“lewis,” you murmured out in appreciation, head falling back as goosebumps formed on your skin from his touch, feeling him only hum against your skin in reply.

you were growing needy for his touch, and it had him smug. considering he’d been the one teased ruthlessly the past month, he was more than happy to get you worked up now. when you began to squirm in his arms and attempt to squeeze your legs around him he knew you were growing desperate, which never took long when the pair of you were together.

you thought you’d have to say something to stop lewis from marking your neck and chest but he read you perfectly, swiftly moving you to the couch, placing you down not so gently before crouching down between your legs, hands holding onto your knees and spreading your legs apart; exposing your white lacy panties.

lewis held no shame as his eyes raked over you in the compromising position, it was taking a lot of self control to not tear the dress of off you and fuck you over the couch right now. but he could be patient.

“what did you say about your fingers love?” lewis asked you in fake sincerity, and you had to stop the whine that threatened to escape your throat, you knew where this was going.

“you wanna hear about the other men too?” you sassed back, looking down at him; having to bite your bottom lip. you needed him, badly. you knew that before he kissed you. but now, him having your leg spreads and just looking up at you, you were practically desperate.

his eyes had visibly darkened at the second mention of you and other guys. he didn’t believe you for a second, but he’d allow you to play that game ━ you’d be eating your words in a moment and you both knew it.

“only about how they can’t make you feel good like i can,” lewis replied through gritted teeth, failing to come across unfazed before he gave your knee a small tap. “want you to show me how you got yourself off without me pretty girl,” he told you, not caring about the disappointment that crossed your face.

“lewis,” you didn’t stop your whine this time, hopeful your pout would help sway him, wanting nothing more than him to touch you. your legs were attempting to push back together but be kept them spread.

“not touching you until you do.” he told you in warning, raising an eyebrow as a sigh left your lips. your cheeks were red, struggling to handle him and his words, especially after months apart.

you conceded however, knowing he would stay true to his word. so with a shaky breath you traced a finger down your body, reaching the hem of your dress and moving under it, pushing it up your body before finally reaching your clothed cunt.

a whimper escaped your lips when your finger brushed over your clit, your eyes settling on the ceiling above you as you teased yourself lightly, trying to mimic the way he did. you’ve been trying all winter but nothing would compare.

“eyes on me.” he told you, hand moving to your thigh where he gave a squeeze as you reluctantly looked at him, arousal topping your shame. the sooner he touched you the better.

he was staring at you intently as you slid the lace aside, biting down on your bottom lip harshly to suppress your moans as you started playing with your clit. lewis’ smirk grew when he saw wet you were, your panties practically soaked.

“all for me?” he asked you in fake curiosity, deciding to help you out; not in the way you wanted him to though, his large hands crawling up your thighs to grab ahold of your underwear and get them out of your way, tugging them down your legs.

your body reacted more to the feeling of his fingertips on your inner thighs than it did to your own on your clit, another whimper escaping your lips as you nodded in response.

“yeah.” you confirmed in a hushed tone, a shaky breath following you as you tried to keep still. “please lewis,” you sighed out in frustration; hips bucking up, hoping maybe he would be as impatient as you and not bother with whatever he had planned.

he simply chuckled, sending a shiver up your spine as you watched him shake his hand ━ instead only squeezing your thigh again, doing nothing to satisfy you.

“forgot how needy you get,” lewis commented; it was an innocent lie, he could never forget how easy he could have you begging and pleading for him, considering he always struggled when you gave him pleading eyes and asked him so nicely to touch you. he never lasted long in making you suffer.

a small moan slipped from your lips as you began to speed your fingers up, realising your efforts were to no success; your other hand moving to cover your mouth.

lewis had no issues in staying silent as he watched you, giving you his full attention. his grip had tightened around your legs, the sounds you were making had him working harder to stop himself from touching more of you.

“they don’t compare to yours,” you spoke in a whisper as you slid a finger inside yourself, not able to suppress the gasp. it failed to please you as you wished however, because you could only think about him. how good he could be making you feel. “please lew, need you to touch me,” you whined, hearing him grunt in response.

you hated how you were so desperate for him, how the plan was to get him worked up; which did work, but yet somehow you were the one here begging.

“oh fuck,” you moaned in surprise when his hand suddenly grabbed yours and tugged it away, replacing your fingers with his own, and you had to cover your mouth again ━ afraid you were already being too loud.

“always gotta get what you want hm?” lewis spoke out in frustration as his 2 fingers quite quickly slid inside you with ease, his thumb settling on your clit naturally. frustrated you could persuade him so easily.

“i only want you,” you spoke in defence with a huff; your free hand gripping the cushion of the couch beside you, your head falling back at the increased pace and pleasure from his touch, jaw struggling to shut.

lewis spread your legs further, settling between them as he kneeled on the floor; determined to get you off like usual. he enjoyed pleasing you, he was painfully hard already from doing so. he’d rather watch you cum 5 times than cum himself.

“gotta keep quiet for me love.” lewis grumbled at you when your muffled moans started growing in volume, causing you to shake slightly beneath him. however he only then started curling his fingers, not making it any easier for you.

he didn’t let up, his fingers moving expertly inside you; practically on autopilot when it came to fingering you, body knowing yours better than anything. he pressed a few kisses to your inner thighs, kissing over the forming bruises from his tight grip.

“m’ gonna cum,” you whimpered as you looked down at him, clenching around his fingers as your back arched off the couch ever so slightly; surprised you weren’t drawing blood from your bottom lip.

“go on baby,” his whisper was the final straw; cumming all over his fingers ━ eyes rolling back as you did so. god how he missed that sight.

he let you ride out your high, smirking to himself every time a slightly louder gasp or moan slipped past your lips, before his fingers slid out. he didn’t hesitate to lick them clean, causing a tired smile to form on your lips, mind going crazy over the image of him.

“someone definitely heard me,” you huffed, attempting to tug the strap of your sundress back up your shoulder, but his hand stopped you as he stood up to his feet, taking a seat next to you and tugging you onto his lap quickly.

“good.” lewis had smirked, earning an eye roll from you, happily getting settled on his lap as your hands rested on his toned chest, taking the opportunity to admire him up close for the first time in a while.

“don’t tell me they won’t question hearing a girl back here.” you asked playfully with fake scepticism, raising an eyebrow as he quickly chuckled and shook his head; his hands moving up in defence.

“don’t worry, you’re the only one i’ve had back here.” he matched your playful tone, causing you to let out a fake sigh of relief, not able to mask the wide smile on your face. it was scary how quick you could fall back into old habits with him, how quickly you could forget of the few months of pain.

“don’t you know how to make a girl feel special,” you hummed, fingers moving to fiddle with the collar of his mercedes polo, giggling at your own words, which had him letting out a small chuckle.

he too was aware at how quickly, even after months of tension, you could cheer him up. after all this time ━ you were still the one to lighten his mood.

“so you’ve said,” he spoke in playful agreement before his hand moved to the back of your neck; bringing your head forwards to engage your lips is another kiss, his other hand moving to rest on your hip.

you gripped his shirt in your hands; the kiss slightly softer than the one before, yet still as eager as the pair of you attempted to make up for lost time. his hand trailed to the small of your back, pushing you closer towards him as you hummed against his lips.

“you drive me fucking crazy,” you just made out lewis’ words as your lips moved in sync, letting out a small moan in reply as his hand travelled to your ass where he gave the flesh a small squeeze.

your hips moved against his lightly, feeling his hard on with ease; wanting to be as close to him as possible; your arms around his neck once more. you couldn’t help but repeat the action, dragging your hips against his again tantalising slow.

“fuck i need you,” lewis broke the kiss, speaking breathlessly as a small grin played on your lips at his inability to take things slow. good to know you aren’t the only needy one.

you didn’t say anything as your hands reached down, playing with his belt momentarily; taking way too long to free his cock, instead moving to push his t shirt up after undoing the belt buckle.

he let out a sigh in frustration, but helped you in getting his shirt off regardless. you spent a few moments admiring the tattoos that painted his skin, hands trailing down his abdomen slowly and towards his belt once more.

you once again were incredibly slow in undoing the zipper to his pants. “y/n,” lewis huffed, tone threatening; which had you glancing up at him through innocent eyes, stilling your movements.

“yes?” you hummed, your hand ‘slipping’ to palm him through his jeans for a moment, watching as he struggled to stay silent from your sudden action.

“hurry the fuck up,” he told you, his hard on almost painful at this point and begging to be freed. you giggled at his words, but didn’t take them on board. doing the exact opposite as you returned to your slow pace.

he wasn’t laughing however, his large hand moving to grasp your neck and force your head back up and towards him, causing your lips to part as a gasp escaped them.

“do i need to remind you what happens when you try be a tease?” lewis asked you in question, his hands applying the perfect amount of pressure to the side of your throat, causing you to squirm in his lap.

“depends,” you replied; voice not holding the strength you would’ve hoped due to the slightly blocked airway, but lewis could see you were challenging him, raising his eyebrow as if he was daring you to go on.

but in your opinion he was practically begging you to, with his hand around your throat and him looking at you with such an intense stare; how could you possibly resist pissing him off?

“i think you’re━” you had began to speak, but having lost sight of his other hand you were interrupted by the harsh slap it laid on your ass suddenly, causing you to moan as your body tried to jolt forward, lewis holding you in place.

“go on,” lewis smirked; causing your eyes to narrow in a small glare, parting your lips to finish your sentence but lewis had read you perfectly again, a sharper slap on the same spot causing you to moan instead of speak, his smug smirk growing.

“you’re being a hypocrite,” you spoke out quickly, and as you realised he was getting the upper hand again you rolled your hips once more. “you should have some patience considering you just made me finger myself in front of you,”

“i lost my patience when you almost flashed yourself to me this morning.” lewis had replied through gritted teeth, and you couldn’t help but light up at the mention, a move you were somewhat proud of. “now hurry up or i’ll fuck your pretty mouth instead.”

little did he know that sounded quite tempting. so when he finally released his grip on you, your hands went back to their slow pace as you looked up at him with a knowing smile.

“don’t fuck you for a few months and you turn into a brat.” lewis snapped, his hands finding your hips and moving you off his lap in a moment of seconds; and you were quick to recover as you moved on your knees between his legs on the ground.

“you love it.” you spoke simply in defence with a shrug, watching as he freed himself and used his own hand to jack himself off a couple of times, almost drooling at the sight.

“stick your tongue out.” he muttered, ignoring your words because he couldn’t deny them. for once you listened, watching as he leant forward and tangled a hand in your hair, tilting your face up and towards him, tapping the tip of his dick on your tongue a couple of times, giving you a taste of the pre-cum you so desperately wanted to lick up. but you knew better.

a sense of dread came over you that he may make you suffer once more, so you quickly moved a hand to push at the straps of your dress, allowing them to slide down your arms; your boobs pouring out of the dress.

lewis groaned at the sight alone, causing butterflies to erupt in your stomach, he had a photo of you in quite the similar position from months ago, which he had been relying on a bit too heavily the past few weeks; but nothing compared to the real thing.

“you’re gonna be the death of me,” he spoke out in frustration, and if it wasn’t for the tip of his dîck still tapping against your tongue you’d be grinning. no matter the circumstance he’d always find a way to flatter you.

he finally put the pair of you out of your misery, guiding your head down his length as his head fell back, and the moan he let out sounded like music to your ears.

you were certain to keep your eyes up and on him, practically hypnotised by the sight of him from this angle as you swirled your tongue around him, feeling his grip loosen on your hair slightly you were more than happy to start bobbing your head.

so eager to please him, wanting nothing more than to make him feel good; repay the favour of course, hand holding onto his thigh to support yourself as you sucked him off.

“mouth was made for me darling,” lewis praised through a deep breath, and he was beginning to question how long he was going to last, feeling as if he could cum in your mouth right now if he really wanted to.

his words only encouraged you, taking more of him in as his tip hit the back of your throat; ignoring the fact you gagged around him, saliva building at the corners of your mouth but you paid it no mind.

“fuck ━ just like that,” he practically whispered, almost forgetting he needed to stay quiet as he pushed your head down a little further, causing you to gag once more. “gonna fuck your face now, you want that baby?” he asked as his grip tightened in your hair once more, eyes looking down at you.

the pet names were coming naturally to him, and it still wasn’t failing to make your heart flutter as you managed to somewhat nod, even with his cock down your throat, causing a pleased smile to form on his lips.

“there’s my good girl,” he spoke, accent thick as ever and you couldn’t help but moan around him from the praise; causing his smile to grow, before he began to guide your head up and down.

you let him do as he pleased, his pace gradually increasing as the head of his dick started to hit the back of your throat repetitively. you were loving every minute of it though despite your watering eyes, the muffled grunts and suppressed moans leaving the mercedes driver above you making it worth it.

your grip had tightened on his leg, definitely leaving indents in his skin from your nails but he couldn’t care less, not when your throat was taking him so well.

“fuck, not gonna last like this ━ need to fuck you,” lewis couldn’t take it anymore, pulling you off his dick without a second thought. while that felt incredible he couldn’t shake the need to be inside you, and considering you could feel your wetness on your thighs, you wouldn’t waste anytime now.

“you’re so hot,” you couldn’t help but breathlessly admit as you climbed back into his lap, his small chuckle from your words causing you to nudge his chest slightly, his hands finding your waist as he guided you above him. “oh fuck.” you whined as he slowly lowered you down, your head falling back.

he let you set the pace, well aware it had been a while and you would need time to readjust to his size, your small hands gripping on tightly to his large shoulders as the pain slowly twisted into pleasure.

“always take me so well,” his words had your head lifting so you could put your attention back on him, biting down harshly on your bottom lip as you slowly began to move up and down, whimpering slightly. you had no idea how you were meant to stay quiet.

he picked up on this however, kissing you to shut you up, and it worked; the passionate kiss not being sacrificed as you began to ride him, rocking your hips perfectly as you moaned into each other’s mouths.

your hands tangled in his hair, while his were moving every few moments ━ still getting lost in the mere feeling of touching you as you fucked your self on his dick.

“oh my god,” you spoke through a whimper as you broke the kiss to catch your breath, still bouncing up and down with your lips hovering over his, eyes pouring into his brown ones.

you were taking your time however, nothing too fast pace. it wasn’t slow, but it was more than just fucking and it was obvious. you didn’t want to label it making love, but it was definitely the closest thing to it.

he knew it too, the passion undeniable and he felt every centimetre of your skin that he could, taking in every movement of your body and admiring the way your face contorted with pleasure.

“i missed you,” you whispered as you rode him, his hand having moved to cup your cheek as he let out a small grunt. you couldn’t stop your confession, not when you were this close to him. lost in him.

“m’ not going anywhere,” he mumbled; his soft caress of your cheek still being noticed despite your whole body focusing on the way he was hitting your g-spot every time you sunk back down onto him. “i’m yours,” he admitted, his breath fanning your face.

you couldn’t help the small smile forming on your lips, before bringing him in for yet another kiss ━ it was so painfully obvious the pair of you couldn’t get enough of each other.

you began to struggle when his free hand snaked between the pair of you, finding your clit and causing your movements to become irregular, moaning into his mouth once more as he started to thrust up into you as well.

“lewis,” you whined as you struggled to kiss back, your second orgasm approaching fast; his thrusts only seeming to go deeper inside of you, which had your eyes rolling back, clenching around him.

you moved your head to the crook of his neck before you came, moaning against his skin which helped drain out the sound, your nails scratching at his back lightly.

he came inside of you at almost the exact same moment; not doing as well as you to mask his groans, his head falling back as he twitched inside you.

both your heavy breaths filled the room, a comfortable silence settling between the pair of you. your fingers were delicately tracing his back however, and his fingers had come up to run through your hair lightly, your head resting on his shoulder.

“haven’t fallen asleep on me have you?” his low voice broke the silence had you letting out a small laugh, shaking your head as you finally looked up at him.

“no,” you defended ━ although your heavy eyelids exposed that it was a possibility if you had stayed where you were much longer.

he was smiling down at you, fingers still playing with your hair aimlessly, admiring every feature of your face. your swollen lips, flushed cheeks; not to mention the purple marks appearing on your neck.

“i’m sorry,” you spoke suddenly, pursing your lips; it being your turn to cup his cheek lightly, more so wanting to touch him as your small fingers grazed his cheek.

his eyebrows had furrowed in confusion, smile faltering for a moment. “you have nothing to be sorry about,” he shook his head, confusion still present on his face as he ran his fingers through your hair.

“i haven’t exactly made your life any easier the past month,” you mumbled sheepishly; well aware he had been struggling. you had moments where you almost caved and wanted to offer him sympathy instead of your little revenge scheme.

he let out a hum of disapproval at your words, shaking his head quickly as his hand untangled from your hair, moving to grasp your chin lightly, making you look up at him.

“i’m the one who made both our lives a living hell the past month,” lewis corrected in certainty, a flash of regret crossing his features. the image of you crying in front of him was one he’d never forget nor forgive himself for. “i’m not making that mistake again.” he promised.

your eyes had softened at his words, shaking your head, although it was exactly what you wanted to hear, you didn’t like the amount of guilt you were hearing in his tone. “lewis…” you trailed off, but he was quick to shake his head.

“i was a coward. and was taking the easy way out,” he cut you off, letting out a sigh before he fell silent for a few moments. he looked as if he was thinking and you were going to rush him. “i tend to be like that when it comes to love,” his voice was hushed, and your eyes widened ever so slightly at his choice of words.

“love?” you repeated, in confirmation ━ wanting to make sure you heard right. and while the words felt so dangerous when coming out of his mouth, hearing it from yours only had him grinning, full of confidence as he nodded, watching as your face lit up.

nothing more needed to be said, your smiles mirroring each other’s like love sick fools as your lips met again in a soft kiss, no room for lust as you let your bodies do the talking, enjoying the few moments you could where everything was perfect, the worries of what this meant for the future far from both your minds.

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a/n: okay so the somewhat fluffy smut was new for me but i think i liked it? felt a bit repetitive tho. also hoped the flashback layout worked ahHh let me know and tysm for all the support <333 also half of if it is unedited rn so don’t mind that ty lol

[maximiliangf]

୨୧ ﹒𝐅𝟏 𝐃𝐑𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒 𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐈𝐑 𝐖𝐈𝐅𝐄 | 𝐋𝐇𝟒𝟒, 𝐌𝐕𝟏, 𝐂𝐋𝟏𝟔, 𝐋𝐍𝟒

⟢﹐pairings: lewis hamilton x fem!driver!reader, max verstappen x fem!driver!reader, charles leclerc x fem!driver!reader, lando norris x fem!driver!reader.

⟢﹐warnings: pet names, jealousy, swearing.

⟢﹐author's note: i actually love this very much? i'll prob include more drivers later but lmk if you enjoy reading this! i'm working on a lando one-shot next and im kinda loving how its turning out too<3 but enjoy and please request texting ideas with any drivers🫶🏼💓

⟢﹐Lewis Hamilton and Max Verstappen

⟢﹐Charles Leclerc and Lando Norris

[world0fmadness]

HONEY AND ROSCOE

lewis hamilton x wife! reader x ( platonic! ) oc daughter

♡ a look into the relationship between winnie and roscoe!

୨୧ just a little expansion adding onto the relationship between winnie and roscoe in honey hamilton! some of this is based on stories my mother told me about me and my childhood dog! you guys deserve this fluff after that filth i posted last night lolol <3

♡ related smau available here, related hc available here and here | view my formula 1 masterlist here

reading music recommendations: hope by daughter - my light heaven by ben babbit

♡ when you were pregnant with winnie, roscoe was so protective of you…

୨୧ whenever someone other than lewis came near you, he’d let out a gruff bark as if he was telling them “ keep your distance ”

♡ you and lewis thought it was SO sweet <3

୨୧ whenever you were sitting down in bed or on the couch, roscoe was right next to you, resting his head on your bump, raising his head everytime winnie would kick as lewis would talk them both

“ feel that roscoe? that’s your baby sister in there! you’re gonna look after her when she comes, aren’t you? ” ( roscoe let out a huff, as if agreeing )

♡ when you guys first brought winnie home from the hospital, roscoe was all over her, sniffing her as you held her down to him whilst lewis held him by the collar, making sure he didn’t hurt her

୨୧ they were inseparable since day one, roscoe would sleep at the foot of her crib like a guard dog, making sure she was safe

♡ there was a short period when winnie was a baby where she just could not stop crying…

୨୧ you and lewis were obviously freaking out, wondering if she was sick or something was seriously wrong

♡ as you’re sitting on the couch, lewis moving to another room to call a doctor and ask what you should do, roscoe approaches winnie as she’s held on your lap

୨୧ as soon as roscoe is in her field of view, the crying stops, as if a flip had been switched!

♡ she starts giggling so loud as he sniffs her slipper covered feet, chubby little hands reaching out to pet his face

୨୧ you immediately call out for lewis, telling him not to call the doctor for now…

♡ he’s confused but as soon as he walks into the living room and sees what’s happening, a huge smile breaks out across his face

“ oh… were you just wanting to see roscoe, honey? ” ( he comes over and sits next to you on the couch, calling roscoe up so he’d be closer to winnie )

୨୧ she doesn’t cry for the rest of the day, always having her eyes on roscoe who stays by her side, nuzzling her every once and a while

♡ when she’s a toddler, she definitely lays on his back, juice cup in hand, watching cartoons, roscoe not minding one bit, sleeping peacefully as she idly pets his head

୨୧ whenever roscoe does something deserving of a treat, lewis always calls winnie over to be the one to give to to him just because he knows how much she loves giving roscoe treats

♡ when winnie is old enough to have her own bed instead of a crib, she refuses to sleep in it without roscoe up there with her <3

୨୧ he sleeps at the bottom stretched out by her feet, head hanging off the edge and snoring the loudest you think is possible for a dog

♡ roscoe ONLY plays fetch with winnie now, he treats you and lewis like chopped liver…

୨୧ if you try to throw him a ball, he’ll watch it fly through the sky and hit the ground but won’t even think about going to fetch it

♡ but when winnie has the ball? he’s running for it before she’s even had the chance to throw it!

୨୧ you guys let her hold roscoe’s leash on walks when she’s old enough, you and lewis on either side of her just in case you need to step in for whatever reason

♡ but it’s like roscoe knows he has to be soft with her, he walks even slower than usual and occasionally stops to look back at her as if checking she’s still okay…

[keerysfreckles]

powerless — MV1

pairing: max verstappen x horner!fem!reader

summary: in which y/n horner gets into a terrible crash during the 2025 bahrain grand prix

warnings: use of y/n and she/her pronouns, cursing, kissing, not proofread, rushed writing

a/n: first f1 fic im scared 😖😖

masterlist !

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it was one thing to be an f1 driver for redbull racing. it was a completely other thing to be the daughter of the manager of said f1 team.

to say y/n horner was born into her current position is an understatement. her father, cristian horner, was more than determined to get his eldest daughter into f1 racing. he signed her up as soon as possible for karting when she just turned 8. she excelled through f3 and f2, and now rightfully had an f1 seat alongside max verstappen.

y/n and max got along probably the best out of the entire grid. their interviews together were full of non-stop laugher and red faces, and the duo worked well on the race track. when needed, one would let the other pass to help the team, and vice versa.

today was no different as y/n and max knew their plan for the upcoming race. it was the second to last race of the 2025 season, and redbull racing needed to get a 1-2 podium in order to safely secure the second position in the constructor's championship.

before every race, y/n rushes to give her father a hug. christian kisses the top of her head and wishes her luck moments before she gets into her car. the bright red number 97 was a high contrast against the navy blue paint.

every driver took their starting positon from their quali results. max had gotten pole positon, with lewis hamilton in second, y/n's redbull was in third.

"it's lights out and away we go! we are racing in bahrain," one of the commentators spoke into his headset, his voice blaring over all the speakers.

all 20 cars sped off towards the first corner, without anyone getting into any crashes.

the roaring of engines and both commentator's voices filled the bustling area. fans cheering, and managers and crew members celebrating, at any victories for one's team.

33 laps into the race, and only two drivers have gotten out. george russell after his tires locked up during lap 14, as well as sergio perez after he had an engine failure right after lap 28.

max, lewis and y/n were still the top three drivers of the race, with max leading, only thousands of seconds ahead of lewis.

the three were coming up to a tight turn, making all three cars go tire to tire. max was lucky to get away from the outside. y/n on the other hand wasn't as fortunate.

lewis tried turning his car, trying to make y/n go behind him once again, but he turned gis wheel too hard too fast, crashing his car into the the right side of y/n.

"what the hell is he doing?" cristian wonders out loud, watching one of the many screens in front of him.

y/n loses control of her car, immediately turning into the gravel. her car only spins more before colliding harshly with the wall. her front tires are barely hanging onto her car, the front wing is damaged and the sides of her car are severly smashed in.

"y/n are you okay?" her advisor spoke into his microphone, watching as no movement comes from y/n's car.

christian only worries more as he watches her advisor get no response once again.

"shit, is y/n alright?" max's voice us filled with concern, noticing y/n's car wasn't anywhere on the track behind him.

"safety car is coming around," max's fear only eased slightly at his advisors words.

a red flag is waved at the starting point of the race, causing all cars to slow down immediately. the safety car is quick to go towards y/n, with other crew members running over as well.

once all the drivers were off the track, none of them could tear their eyes away from the screens displaying y/n's car.

max chewed on the edges of his fingernails. he was insanely worried about his teammate and best friend, and he was now regretting never telling her any of his conflicting feelings, because it looks as if she might not make it out of this one.

he kept watching the men in bright orange vests try to get y/n out of the car. he couldn't see if y/n was moving at all, but he could only pray more once he noticed dark smoke coming out of the back of her car.

out of the corner of his eye he saw christian speaking rapidly to everyone around him, worrying for his daughter.

christian stops however, once realizing his other driver is walking – no, running – in the direction of the crash.

"max! what the fuck are you doing?" he yells towards the driver, but max just keeps running.

he doesn't stop, even though his knees are burning and his ankles could barely hold his body up once the smoke turned into fire.

he didn't care at the protests from the crew members, and now two or three firefighters. he was going to get y/n out of that car.

y/n on the other hand, was finally gaining consciousness. her head hit the wall extremely hard, and now she felt nothing but dizzyness, as her eyes blurred and limbs burned.

she turned her head side to side, seeing all the crew members surrounding her smoking car. she signals to them that she's okay, for the most part. she tries helping them, wanting to get out of the hot car as soon as possible.

"i can't get out!" her voice is mumbled in her helmet.

she lifts her arms, but her legs are stuck, crushed in the plastic, rubber and metal.

y/n starts to panic, everything suddenly becomes so loud, and too bright. but one thing catches her eye in the chaos. a dark blue suit.

"max!" she yells, not caring if he truly heard her or not. her breath starts catching in her throat as sudden tears flood her vision.

y/n stops trying to get out of the car as she sits back down in her seat, for three seconds as she takes her helmet off. she throws it somehwere in front of her, and takes off her neck support, and balaclava.

max skids to a stop beside her, and is more than determined to get her out of the car. thankfully the fire has stopped, and now the only problem was how stuck y/n really was.

"max," y/n cries again, her words getting stuck in her throat. she simply grabs onto his arms, silently begging for help.

max tries his hardest to pull y/n out of the car. she assist as best as she can while trying to push with her legs. she moves a little, making other crew members grab her arms, and grab underneath her shoulders.

it's as if a weight is taken off christian horner's shoulders as he watches y/n finally get out of the car. he lets out a breath he didn't know he was holding, still watching the screen.

max doesn't let y/n go even when both of her feet are on the ground. she can't let go of her teammate either, her nails digging into max's racing suit, but he couldn't care about that.

her legs felt as if they would fall off, and she can't help but fall into max. himself and another crew member lead y/n towards the safety car. the girl leans her head against max's shoulder, breathing in his familiar scent.

max starts to leave in the direction he came, wanting to give y/n some space once she was in the safety car. however his decision changed when he felt a hand grip his wrist.

"stay with me, please," y/n looks up at max, and he knows he can't say no to her, especially not when she was just getting out of a small panic attack.

max adjusts hinself so he's sat next to y/n, and his hand never leaves hers. she rests her head on his shoulder again, and closes her eyes, trying to forget about the immense pain in both of her legs.

once again, christian horner lets out a huge sigh of relief, seeing his daughter walk out of the safety car and slowly make her way towards him. christian holds y/n close to his chest, for as long as possible until two medic workers come by, asking to check on y/n's conditions.

—

y/n sighs once she's layed down onto the small medical bed. she halfway pays attention while one of the workers checked how her legs were, as well as her head. luckily she didn't get a concussion. the only problem was the multiple large bruises already starting to form on her legs. the worker told her it may take a few days until she feels comfortable walking without any assistance.

just as y/n's eyes start to close, she hears the door open. she turns her head, and just becomes confused once she sees max step into the room.

"max?" she tries sitting up, but groans after realizing how much her legs really hurt.

max helps her sit up, and sits on the bed next to her. he laughs slightly as she immediately rests her head on his shoulder for the third time today.

"wait don't you have to be racing right now?" y/n sits up now, facing max with furrowed eyebrows.

"you'd seriously want me to race after seeing what you went through?" max chuckles.

y/n nods, "well, yes! you absolutely love racing. i don't want to be the reason you can't win today's race."

"i can't possibly race while you're in here hurting," max places his hand lightly over y/n's thigh and lightly runs his thumb up and down.

"yeah, but you never quit races," y/n tries again.

max shakes his head, "you're more important than a race y/n."

y/n can't help but feel her heart flutter at his words. she hates the flush feeling rising to her cheeks.

max leans forward and brings his hand to y/n's face, running his fingers lightly over her skin to brush away the few strands of hair that fell in front of her face.

"thank you," y/n's voice fills the silence, "thank you for getting me out of the car. i don't think i could thank you enough honestly."

max kisses y/n's forehead, "i would save you over and over again if it means i get to be next to you afterwards."

y/n smiles at his words, after grabbing his hand that's still on her thigh. she can't help the tears starting to blur her vision again, but max is quick to wipe them away with his thumb after they land on her red cheeks.

even after he wiped her tears, max kept his hand on her cheek. the air in the room suddenly shifted. y/n ran her fingers over max's, only stopping when max moved her face to face his.

before y/n can get any words out, max closes the gap between the two, pushing his lips against her own.

she was surprised at first, but kissed back. his lips felt soft against hers, and it started to deepend slightly before the girl pulled away.

y/n placed her hand against max's chest, "wait, you're not just kissing me because i'm all emotional, and i basically could've died today right?"

max chuckles at y/n's playful words, "no y/n, i'm not just kissing you because i'm youre savior."

"are you sure? bec–"

"stil liefde," shut up love max interrupts before kissing y/n again, and more passionate than before.

[suxnyfllower]

★ ─ ahhh the ending is so good!!!

compromised | lh44

I got totally carried away with this… I started this after the car launch and it got out of hand so that is why this is 10k words of nothing but smut and pining

summary: after george finds the communications director and lewis in a compromising position, they try to be more careful as the season drags on. too bad lewis’ yacht isn’t as private as they thought.

notes: fingering, p in v, cursing, risky public sex, caught in the act, mostly smut tbh

Despite my best effort, I couldn’t tear my eyes from the man on the other side of the slick car. How silly to be ogling over a man that had just whispered shameless promises into my ear with everyone around. I was supposed to be unphased, but here I am turning red on the other side of the camera as the man stands illuminated beneath lights. When his eyes briefly meet mine as he shoots a glance my way, a slight smirk tugs at the corner of his lips. His earrings catch the light, and the stud in his nose glints. It feels stifling in the room as they shoot the car launch, and the heat only rises up my neck the longer I stare at Lewis in his black team shirt that clings to his chest. Tattoos peek out from the team shirt, and my fingers itch to trace the ink like muscle memory. His words from earlier replay over and over in my head.

I can’t wait to catch you after this, and make you break underneath me until you forget we’re at the office. 

I’m finding myself increasingly desperate for the car launch to be over, and when the show finally ends, I take a deep breath. It’s a relief when Lewis finally leaves the set, and I feel like I can clear my  thoughts. George’s press officer and communications manager sneak up to my side, calling my name as Lewis’ words still ping around in my brain. When one of them snaps their fingers in front of my face, I finally come to, offering them a smile. 

“Sorry,” I shake my head. “It’s been such a long day with the launch.”

“We’ve always got coffee on if you want some,” one of them smiles before confirming our meeting later in the day. 

Either they don’t notice my red cheeks or they don’t comment on them, and the pair walk away. I heave a sigh, fingers pressing to my eyelids, before weaving through the hallways back to my office. A part of me wants to find Lewis just to tease him back, but the logical part of my brain warns against finding the driver. Logic wins, and I shut the door behind me softly, sighing loudly once the latch clicks. I check the thermostat in my office, fanning my face as heat still radiates from the scrutiny of his stare. After a few minutes of quiet, I settle at my desk with papers sprawled in front of me and both monitors glaring at me with work. Thoughts of Lewis and his lewd language drift away as I’m sucked back into work, the rhythmic tapping of my keyboard becoming ambient noise in the office. 

I barely register the click of my office door, but my eyes meet Lewis as he waltzes in, smile on his face and coffee cup in hand. 

“It’s a good-looking car,” I comment before he even shuts the door to my office.

The smirk on his face tells me he’s here to talk about something else, “It’s a sexy car, yeah?”

His gaze holds mine as he approaches my desk with a mischievous smile. I try to keep the conversation going despite my distracted thoughts. He sets the coffee cup down on my desk, and I thank him before taking a sip. 

“I can’t believe we’re already back and getting ready for testing,” I shuffle some papers on my desk to look busy. “I miss being on break with you.”

He leans against the corner of my desk before bringing his hand up to my face. His fingers brush a lock of hair away from my cheek, and I mentally scold myself as I lean into his touch mindlessly. 

“I wish we had another week in Colorado,” he whispers, thumb dragging across my cheek. “Just us. No cares about anyone else. I can’t wait to whisk you away again over summer break. Our little secret.”

When his thumb moves to my lips, the rough pad brushing against my skin lightly, my breath hitches. His eyes are intent on my features as his thumb rests on the inside of my bottom lip. My mouth closes around his digit gently, and he groans as he drags it down my lip to rest the wet digit on my chin. 

“You know what I miss most about our little getaway?” his voice is quiet as he hovers over me, eyes cast down to mine. 

I hum in response, missing the feel of his fingers against my mouth. With his proximity and the memory of his words before the show, all my defenses and logic fall away. I become a submissive mess beneath his gaze and gentle touches. 

“Fucking wherever and whenever we wanted,” his voice rasps but his facial features give nothing away. “You’re thinking about it, aren’t you?”

My eyes meet his with his hand still cupping my cheek. He smiles softly as his voice drops, “Which time are you thinking about?”

“The piano,” I whisper, eyes never leaving his intent gaze, “and the hot tub.”

“Good choices,” he grins, fingers pushing hair back away from my face. 

HIs fingers linger across my skin, and my muscles quiver as I sit as still as possible, waiting for him to decide to make his move. HIs thumb brushes across my lips again before fingertips graze underneath my jaw. The rough pads of his fingers grace across my throat, and a surprised gasp breaks past my lips.

My fingers fidget in my lap as I whine, “Lewis.”

“I’m thinking about the patio,” he speaks lowly, fingers tracing my collarbone which disappears beneath my matching Mercedes team shirt, “with the fire place.”

Memories flash at his words, recalling the innumerable times Lewis had me falling apart over the winter break. He leans down, his lips replacing his fingers as they brush mine. I breathe deeply at the contact, pressing my lips to his and relishing in the moment of intimacy. My fingers make their way to the back of his neck, tugging gently at his braids as he dominates the kiss.

“I have a meeting soon,” I gasp for air against him. “George and his communications team will be here.”

“How soon is soon?” he mutters, fingers grasping at my breast beneath my shirt, crumpling the team logo on my chest. 

“In 15 minutes,” I breathe as my head tips back, his fingers making their way down my shirt and toward my pants. “You should leave in 10.”

“I’ll have to be quick then,” he grins, fingers working at the button on my black slacks. 

“Lewis,” his name leaves my lips as more of a plea than the intended warning. 

“I couldn’t focus during the car launch with you biting your lip and moving behind the camera,” he grunts, fingers making quick work of my pants. “Trying my best to pay attention.”

“It’s your fault,” I breathe as I lift my hips for him to tug at my waistband. “You’re the one that was talking about how you couldn’t wait to fuck me.”

He chuckles against my neck, “I think I said I couldn’t wait to have you breaking beneath me, love. You make it sound so vulgar. Such dirty words from such a pretty mouth.”

I whimper at his words, hips searching for contact as his hand ghosts my inner thigh. Words fail me as my head swims, trying to find sense in the feeling of Lewis all around me. His hands work at my thighs, fingers tracing across the revealed skin as his thumb skims my covered core. Lewis chuckles darkly as his thumb stills.

“Already so desperate for me,” he grins, crouching in front of me to stare where his thumb was hovering. “So eager to break underneath me.”

“Lewis, please,” I gasp as his thumb presses more firmly against me. “I have to leave soon.”

“Please what?” he whispers. “Use your words for me, love.”

My fingers grasp desperately at the arm of my office chair, “Touch me. Anything you’ll give me.”

He laughs again at my vulnerable state, with words flying and any sense of formality out the window. His fingers finally obey as they push my underwear to the side. Cold air rushes toward my core, and I groan as his warm digits finally press into the place that is throbbing for him. My fingers clutch his wrist. He makes quick work of me, actually heeding my warning about time, and his tattooed forearm flexes as his fingers slide through my slick folds. 

He chuckles as my fingers desperately grasp at the office chair while my lungs gasp for air, “You walk around like you own the place--all high and mighty--but you’re really just waiting for someone to put you in your place.”

“It’s why I have you.”

Despite the signals misfiring from my brain to my mouth from the pleasure Lewis bestows upon me, a layer of sarcasm still manages to operate correctly. I breathe the words before I even realize they’re falling past my lips, and my eyes find his lustful gaze. 

“That’s it, huh?” he grins. “You challenge me because at the end of the day, you know what I’ll do to you.”

His fingers continue their torturous movements, gliding from a slow caress to slipping into me with gentle pumps. I look down to watch his tattooed fingers disappear within me, and I nod my head wildly to agree with him. 

“And what do I do to you, love?” he grins, lips close to my ear as his breath fans across my neck. “I want to hear you say it.”

“You fuck me until I only remember your name,” I groan, eyes shutting as the pleasure mounts from his languid pumps. 

His lips spread deeper into a smirk, “Listening to me for once. I like you like this.”

“I thought you liked me defiant,” I whimper as his thumb presses into my clit again. 

His movements slow to a torturous pace, “Sometimes, love. It’s cute when you’re defiant because I know how easy you are to break.”

“Lewis, please,” I gasp, fingernails sinking into his wrist as a plea for him to continue his ministrations. “Please don’t stop.”

“I thought you had a meeting soon,” his tone is teasing as his fingers stop entirely, pressing against my walls in slow movements instead of their deep strokes. 

“Please, I’ll do anything,” I gasp as I clench his hand. “Fuck, Lewis please. Please make me cum.”

“Such an act,” he mutters with a wicked smile. “Imagine George and his team knew you were like this. Their bossy executive begging for my fingers. Someone so in control and powerful falling apart under my touch—begging for me to make her cum.”

I go to answer, but Lewis suddenly resumes his lewd actions. My head falls back against my office chair as he stretches me beyond my limit. His other hand works quick circles into my clit, and my skin feels like it’s on fire as I rapidly approach the edge. Desperate moans fall past my lips, and his name grows in volume as it leaves my tongue. My legs start to spasm beneath me, and he chuckles as I beg him to push me over the edge. 

“Go ahead, love,” he says against my jaw, lips brushing my heated skin. “Wish they could hear you.”

His lips crush mine to absorb the obscene moans coming from my lips, and stars burst behind my eyelids as I gasp for air into the crushing kiss. Warmth erupts from the base of my spine and spreads to my toes and scalp. My brain chants his name repeatedly, and my lips move clumsily against his as my eyes screw shut. His one hand continues to rub slowing circles on my clit while his other clutches my jaw. His digits are still wet with my arousal as they press into my cheek. Desperate pleas begin to fall from my parted lips as he breaks away for air, and his thumb continues its slow torment on my overstimulated core. The air is humid with sex, and I can hear his fingers slipping between my soaked folds. 

“Lewis,” I whine quietly, struggling to come back to my senses with his fingers against me and lips pressed against my neck.

“One more minute,” he whispers as his nose brushes down my throat. 

As I try to respond to him, with fingers toying at his pulled-back braids, a knock on my office door resounds. Before I even have time to process what is happening, the door handle clicks. George peers into my office, and he sees the mortified look on my face before shouting a quick apology and shutting the door. Luckily, Lewis’ hand against my sex is hidden beneath my desk, but the other driver has definitely seen my hands in his idol’s hair with his lips against my neck. He even heard his name falling from my lips in gasps of air. He may not have seen everything, but it was clear what had been happening. Lewis is ripping his hand away from me by the time the door shuts, and his eyes are wide despite the quiet chuckle that comes from his lips.

“I could fucking kill you,” I mutter. “How the fuck am I supposed to explain this?”

“Be honest,” he whispers with a grin, pressing one last kiss to my jaw to elicit a moan in spite of my anger. “Tell him how you’re so powerful until I’m in the room and you’re crumbling and begging for me.”

“Fuck you,” I spit at him. “I’m serious, Lewis.”

“There’s no denying it to him, but I’ll talk to him first,” he kisses my cheek sweetly. “I’ll catch him in the hall. Best button your pants to get ready for your meeting.”

I tuck my hair behind my ears as he begins walking away from my desk, wiping his fingers on the pocket of his pants. I watch his frame as he approaches the door.

“Lewis?” I ask, and he spins around with raised brows. “Thank you for the coffee. Even though you’ve made my life infinitely harder now, I appreciate you.”

“Life definitely just got interesting,” he grins mischievously. “Good luck in your meeting, love. I’ll be here when you’re done.”

As the door shuts behind him, I hear him greet George, and blood rushes to my face as my heart pounds. I take a moment in my office to gather my thoughts and make sure I look presentable. I smooth out my hair and my team shirt that Lewis crushed beneath his rough palms. I flick on the oil diffuser next to my monitors. Lord knows I could use some lavender to calm me down and mask the sex in the air. With another deep breath, I open my office door to see George and Lewis at the end of the hallway. The tattooed driver claps George on the back as he walks away, turning to me with a smile that George catches. The young driver makes his way toward me, mouth open with an apology ready. I hold a hand up to stop him, waving him into my office before he can begin.

“I’m sorry, George,” I start. “That was wildly unprofessional of us, and I’m sure uncomfortable for you. You have to understand that I take my job very seriously, and I value my role within this team.”

George just looks at me incredulously, “I never doubted it. Please, don’t worry about me. Lewis filled me in a bit. Your secret is safe with me.”

My toughened demeanor softens a bit at his understanding, “I truly appreciate that, George. I prefer how things are right now.”

“My mum and my girlfriend would approve,” he grins. “They both have massive crushes on him.”

“There’s no way you just told me that,” I laugh at his comment, finding his youthful energy refreshing. 

He laughs along with me, “After what I’ve just witnessed? I think anything I say will get a pass for a couple weeks.”

“With me, yes. Your team and the media? That’s a different story.”

Ever since George caught us in my office at HQ, Lewis and I have been extra careful in our meetings. I made team spaces strictly off limits after George made a cheeky remark at the W-13 shakedown when I held a meeting with Lewis about media availability. He walked through the garage with a sly grin on his face, and I stood in the corner with a slight blush on my cheeks. Lewis tried to stifle laughter at his teammate’s comments while I stood turning bright red in the garage, and the rest of the team didn’t even bat an eye.  

Despite the disappointing race for Lewis in Monaco, he still wanted to celebrate with the team for George’s performance and the team’s improvements. He invites me just like the rest of the communications department, but he adds a sly wink to his comments that only I catch. The entire time he is working his way through the hospitality suite, inviting team member after team member, I struggle to pay attention to anything other than the way his black fireproofs cling to his chest and his earrings glint in the light. I say a mental thank you when the tattooed driver exits the suite back toward his motorhome to change.  

The yacht is full of out of uniform team members. It looks like the Mercedes garage minus the team logo. I step on to the boat with Toto and Susie, chatting with the Scot about events back in the UK as her husband helps us from the dock to the swaying vessel. She compliments the sundress I am wearing opposite to her white jumpsuit, and Toto makes a comment about the warm weather Monaco is experiencing. Just as I am about to answer my boss and friend, Lewis appears around the deck with a wide smile.

“You’ve made it,” he grins, hugging all three of us quickly. 

He makes sure to keep his hands from lingering on me as he pulls away, something he was finding difficult with the sundress on my body, “I’m so glad you came. I wasn’t sure you’d make time for it.”

Toto chuckles at Lewis’ comment directed at me, and I respond with a smile and sarcasm, “I’ve always got time for you, Sir Hamilton.”

The married pair next to us laughs wildly as the driver looks at me, the look in his eyes not going unnoticed, “I’ll have to remember that.”

Lewis guides the three of us back toward the large deck on his yacht, and when the Wolffs sit on one of the plush seats, Lewis offers to get them a drink. He asks if I’ll help him to leave the two a private moment, and I nod as Susie thanks us. Lewis’ arm brushes mine as he guides us toward the bar. His hands instinctively settle at the small of my back when a partygoer bumps into me, and his large hands steady me. They don’t leave my side until I lean against the wood finish of the bar. 

“I like your dress,” he says nonchalantly after ordering, eyes focused ahead where more people are entering the yacht. 

He knows exactly what he is doing as a smirk plays at the end of his lips. I glance at him from the corner of my eye, taking in his creme pants and sheer shirt. Jewelry adorns his body, and my eyes catch the rings on his fingers as they slide across the bar top.

“Still protesting the FIA?” I grin as the bartender slides the wine and champagne to us. 

“Somewhat,” his smirk is full-fledged now. “I remember someone saying they like these rings, so I wear them when I get the chance now.”

My cheeks light up with red as I look more closely at the rings on his delicately tattooed hands. The silver rings glint in the light of fledgling sunset, pressed against the cool champagne flutes. It’s like I can feel the imprint those hands left on the sides of my throat the longer I stare at his fingers, and memories of the cool metal against my skin surface. He chuckles quietly at my ogling, an arm wrapping around my waist suddenly as he pulls me away from an already buzzed partygoer as he comes barreling toward the bar. The champagne tips over the top of the flute lightly, dripping down my knuckles in a short ravine. I bring my hand to my lips, locking eyes with him briefly as I lick the sweet alcohol from my skin before thanking him for pulling me out of the way. 

“Does this count as a team space?” he asks quietly, glancing around before his eyes return back to mine. 

His gaze is hard as his arm around my waist loosens, and I make a mental note about how I’ve made him react.

“Inherently, no,” I start, holding back a frown as his arm drops from my waist as we head back toward our waiting friends. “With everyone here, yes.”

“How about in a few hours when everyone is drunk and the sun has set entirely?” his voice is gruff. “I’m sure you remember some of the more private places on the yacht.”

Images flash of previous times on his boat--laying out on the back deck covered by a beach towel, the couch on the interior when it started raining, the hot tub. He grins as he looks at my glazed over gaze, and he nudges me gently across the threshold to the deck with his knee.

“Good girl,” he comments quietly, and my fingers tighten around the champagne flutes in my hands. “You do remember.”

My mouth opens to answer, but with his praise pinging around in my head, my tongue fails me. I close my parted lips, nodding gently at him before continuing across the umber deck. Behind him, his eyes watch my every movement across the deck as we approach our friends, and his jaw hardens as my dress blows in the sea breeze, revealing more and more of my thighs as I walk. 

“We were just talking about the two of you!” Susie smiles broadly as we appear, taking a glass for her and Toto out of my hands. “We were thinking of another brief vacation over the summer break like a few years ago. Remember the villas in Italy?”

Lewis has to hold back a grin when my shoulders visibly tense. That trip is what started whatever this entanglement is between the two of us, and our friends have no idea that what they planned as an innocent retreat had done the exact opposite of its intentions. His hands brush mine as he grabs both glasses--one for him and one for me--and he directs me to sit on the plush bench with a nod.

“I loved the villas,” I try to recover a sense of composure, but I’m painfully aware of his eyes on me. “They were so peaceful and quiet.”

“And massive,” Lewis comments, sitting next to me so that I’m caged in between him and Susie. “I swear I could hardly hear you on the other side of the villa.”

I swallow thickly as flashes from that trip start in my head, and I nervously smooth out the material of my dress to occupy my hands. Lewis watches my fingers press down on the fabric over my thighs.

“I’m sorry again about sticking you two in there together,” Susie starts after taking a sip of her wine. “I still swear the booking said three bedrooms, not two.”

“No way was I making you both fight over who got the bed and who got the couch,” Toto laughs, arm wrapped around his wife. “I think sharing the villa brought you both a little closer, though. I like to take credit for that, at least.”

“I think we learned about each other on that trip,” Lewis smirks, one of his hands resting on my lower back and hidden from the couple next to us. “I learned she’s not as bossy as she seems, and she’s actually willing to listen to someone else for once.”

My jaw nearly drops as Lewis reveals the information from that fated trip, and my brain freezes as flashes of our lust-filled trip clog my reason. That was when Lewis learned about my desire for approval, and when praise fell from his mouth, I practically fell to my knees. The bill sent to Lewis for the broken items from the villa was a testament to our newfound relationship. 

“I learned that all you have to do is stroke his ego, and he’ll do whatever I ask,” I fire back, smirking when his fingertips press into my back with more force. “Sure, we were already friends we had been working together so long, but there had been some hiccups along the way. Italy really worked out the kinks in that relationship.”

It’s his turn for his jaw to harden as he bites down on his back molars, grinding his teeth to draw attention to something other than my words. I try not to laugh as the couple next to us touch hands and smile, believing they had helped forge the strengthened friendship of Lewis and me. They had brought us together in Italy, but there was much more to that trip than they know about. It’s still hard to believe they couldn’t hear us from their balcony.

“That was one of my favorite trips,” he smiles as he takes another sip of champagne from his glass. “I think my most recent trip to Colorado is my favorite, though.”

My stomach drops, knowing the teasing is far from over at the mention of Colorado. 

“The pictures looked stunning!” Susie smiles at Lewis. “I’m sure it was much needed to clear your head.”

“You met up with him for a bit, right?” Toto looks at me, a certain look in his eye that causes dread to pool in my stomach. 

I nod my head, “I was headed out to Utah for some retreat after the season. I made a pit stop in Colorado to check in with Lewis.”

His voice suddenly softens as his eyes hold a sincere look to them, “I was grateful she stopped by. Obviously, I wasn’t in the best place following the end of the season, and she made sure to treat me as she would any other time. Plus, it was nice to catch up outside of the paddock.”

I notice Susie elbow her husband gently at Lewis’ confession, and I can’t help but feel my heart quicken in my chest. I turn to him with a genuine smile, but a coyness plays in my gaze and in my words.

“It was nice to catch up, yeah?” I turn to the Wolffs, laying a hand on Lewis’ forearm as I speak. “We skied a bit, and I got to see the mysterious cabin we hear about all the time. My favorite part about it was this outdoor patio and fireplace. He surprised me, honestly. I was worried about him after the season, but he was more concerned with my wellbeing following the grueling season than his.”

It’s Toto’s turn to elbow his wife at my words, and Susie beams at us, “We haven’t even seen the infamous cabin. I swear you’re the only person who has.”

Lewis leans forward to glare at his boss and his wife, “She was already on the way out. Next time you find yourselves on the west coast, give me a call and you’ll get the tour.”

The pair next to us laugh, and I find myself trying not to lean into Lewis’ side. Eventually, the pair head off to greet more guests on Lewis’ yacht, and the driver extends a hand out to help me up from my spot on the plush bench. A brisk breeze blows through the deck, sending my hair and dress billowing around me. Lewis watches with baited breath, biting back a smile as the sun dips closer to the horizon. His hand lingers in mine, pulling away once I’ve smoothed out the material around my hips.

“I should go greet all of my guests,” he states matter-of-factly, eyes locked on mine.

“Don’t let me hold you up,” I smile gently, reaching for his empty champagne flute. 

He pulls it back from my reach, “I’ll get us another glass. They’ve waited this long for me to greet them. What’s a little longer?”

I can’t help but stare as he walks away from the bar, jewelry and sheer shirt sparkling beneath the last rays of orange sun and yacht lights. My eyes linger on his delicately tattooed fingers curled around the glass in his hand. I mingle with other team members, drinking a few more glasses of the sweet alcohol, but my thoughts never stray too far from the British owner of the yacht. As the night continues, I find myself growing tired of the constant commotion in the Monaco harbor. My forearms press against the smooth railing, and I lean my weight into the structure keeping me from the Mediterranean below. My eyes follow gentle waves lapping against the side of the yacht.

“I think he’s got a soft spot for you.”

I turn to look at Susie who stands next to me, holding out a glass of water which I graciously accept.

“Who?” I ask her, sipping from the glass in my hand.

She leans into the railing with a laugh, “Don’t be daft. Lewis, you knob.”

I smile gently, shaking my head as I look back to the sea, “We’re just similar, Susie. I think we understand each other more than we’d like to admit.”

“Please,” she scoffs as I turn back to her. “I see how you both look at each other. I’m not sure what’s going on there, but it’s something. I’ve caught both of you with that look ever since Bahrain.”

I laugh at her, trying to hide the nerves suddenly settling in my stomach, “What look?”

“I’m not sure what the look is exactly, but you both do it. Your eyes sometimes follow each other when you think other people aren’t paying attention, or you’ll both share a look that is quick but telling. It’s obvious you’re dying to get each other alone,” her elbow prods me gently with her words. “Don’t try to tell me I’m being delusional, either. I did enough of that with Toto to know.”

I try to find an excuse--some reason as to dispel her observations or shift her conclusions--but nothing comes to me. I stare at her, slack-jawed and glossy-eyed, with an empty champagne flute in one hand and a glass of water in the other. My voice shakes with her revelation, both in fear of being caught by others and fear of my emotions being caught by Lewis.

“Is it obvious?”

Susie places a hand on my forearm gently, shaking her head with a soft smile, “No, but you know you could have told me, yeah? I don’t tell Toto everything.”

I nod my head, “I know, and I’m sorry. It’s just complicated in ways you wouldn’t believe.”

“I’m sure it is, considering your roles and responsibilities--what’s proper and what isn’t,” she nods. “But I’m here to talk about it if you want. I’m here as a friend, not as a team principal.”

I turn to her, holding one of her hands in mine, “Thank you, Susie.”

She nods, squeezing my hand back, “Of course. This is clearly weighing on you.”

I take a deep breath, looking around to make sure no one is too close before beginning, “It actually started in the villas on the trip we were talking about earlier. It was an accident, but we both were a little tipsy and we had been arguing all day. Tensions came to a head, and we ended up sleeping together.”

Her jaw drops, “Oh my god, you so fucked on the balcony, didn’t you?”

I nod my head with a cringe, and she answers back in a hushed whisper, “I swore to Toto I heard you guys out there, and it sounded a little friendly we’ll say, but he told me to just go back to bed!”

“I told him we had to stop--it was just a vacation thing and everything would be normal back at the track,” I begin again. “It worked for a bit, but then we were celebrating the 2017 championship, and it happened again. I guess it’s been happening ever since then.

It’s easy, yeah? We’re always working and traveling. We trust each other. He knows what I like, and I know what he likes. It just makes our time on the road a little easier and less lonely. Plus, it’s fun to sneak around sometimes.”

She grins wildly, “I’m just dying to know. How is it?”

“Life changing,” I grin at her, and she squeals like a schoolgirl. “Like jaw dropping, earth shattering, voice gone.”

“I’m assuming you’re still seeing each other sometimes,” her eyebrows raise. “Is that what Colorado was about?”

I nod gently, biting back a smile as her jaw drops, “So, I actually went with him out of concern following the season. I didn’t want him to be alone up there, and I knew Toto would give me the okay to work remotely for a bit. It essentially turned into a sex fest.”

She laughs at my comment, clutching her chest as she laughs, “I should’ve known you were getting it somewhere. You were way too laid back over the break every time I talked to you.”

“It was nice to spend that time with him, though,” I say. “Time to just be whatever it is that we are instead of sneaking into his driver’s room or my office at HQ.”

“You’re joking,” she starts. “His driver’s room and the motorhome? Your office? You’ve not been caught yet?”

I cringe at her words, “Okay, so, reminder that this is as my friend, not as my boss’ wife and partner in crime.”

She nods, “I’m scared, but I’m listening.”

I take a deep breath, rushing through my words as if she won’t be as upset if they come out quicker, “George may or may not have caught us in my office after the car launch.”

“Oh my god,” she breathes out, fingers pressed to her forehead. “I can’t believe how risky you’ve gotten.”

“It’s his fault!” my voice raises in volume, drawing the attention of some people which causes me to grow quiet again. “It’s like he completely clouds my judgment. I can’t get enough.”

“Well, based on what I’ve seen tonight, I’d say the same for him,” she starts. “He can’t take his eyes off you with that dress. Did you wear it on purpose?”

“What do you mean?” I ask her. “I wanted to dress up some for the yacht, and I thought this dress gave a Mediterranean feel.”

“It does, but it also makes your ass look good and gives him easy access,” she says with a shrug. “Have you not heard what they say about sundresses?”

 I shake my head as my friend responds, “All you need to know is that he hasn’t looked away from you all night. If I had to guess, he wants to fuck you on his yacht if he hasn’t already.”

My cheeks burn red, “Are you serious?”

“Absolutely!” she elbows me. “I think you should go find him, and you’ll see I’m right.”

“So, you want me to find Lewis to see if he’ll fuck me on his yacht?”

“Oh, I already know he will, I just want to see if I’m right about the sundress. It’s a hypothesis I’m testing with Toto,” Susie grins as she nudges me toward the bar.

“Susie!”

Hey eyebrows quirks, “After everything you just told me, I think I’m allowed to tell you that.”

She pushes me again toward the bar, turning away and making her way back to her husband as I step across the deck into the plush interior of Lewis’ yacht. He leans against the counter of the bar, ring-adorned fingers around a glass of water, as he speaks to some guests I don’t recognize. When he sees me approaching, dress blowing in the breeze making its way off the ocean, he smiles widely, introducing me to the people he was talking to. I stand by his side as he finishes his conversation, offering responses and head nods where appropriate. I try to hang on to the conversation, barely catching questions about my work as I become acutely aware of the driver next to me.

“She’s the best in the business,” Lewis smiles, answering on my behalf. “She keeps my ass in line and on time. We’re lucky to have her on the team.”

The guests laugh at his comment, with one of them in a designer dress shirt speaking up, “I’m sure she keeps you busy then with all your media.”

He grins broadly, “And other things. I do pretty much whatever she asks.”

I bite down hard on the inside of my cheek at his words, and my arms rests on the bartop to keep my knees from giving out. It’s a smooth transition that doesn’t draw any attention from the guests, but Lewis notices immediately.

“It’s a good working relationship,” I nod my head. “We both understand what makes each other tick, so we know our boundaries pretty well. I oversee the communications of the team, but I pay special attention to Lewis’ schedule.”

“We’ve pretty much grown up in the team together,” he smiles, but there is a gleam in his eyes. “I’ve learned a lot about her since we first started working together.”

The guests ask the driver more questions, but I lose all focus on them when his hand brushes the back of my thigh, dipping beneath the fabric of my dress and hidden from the view of the guests in front of me. His cool rings ghost across my skin, and I breathe in sharply as the metal sends goosebumps across my skin. One of the guests notices, and she looks at me with concern in her eyes.

“Are you alright?” her voice is gentle and gaze soft.

Mentally, I want to turn around and kick Lewis in the shins for being this risky, but all I can manage is a weak nod of my head as I focus on his fingertips on my skin. 

“Just feeling a bit seasick,” I muster. “The champagne isn’t settling great, either.”

Lewis bids a goodbye to the guests, promising to take me for some fresh air. I say goodbye to them as we pass, and Lewis is sure not to let his hands linger as we walk past them. My brain is hazy as we make our way back toward the deck, and goosebumps continue erupting on my skin from his touch and the sea breeze. I’m grateful for the darkening sky to help hide my red cheeks, and I take a deep breath of the cool air before turning to face him. 

Words fail me when he comes into view, and I stare at his features beneath the glittering lights of Monaco. Warm light from the interior of the yacht illuminates his skin in an amber glow, and his jewelry glints as he shifts in front of me. His tattoos peek out from beneath his sheer shirt, and my fingers itch to trace along the familiar ink. He has a braid tucked behind each ear, and he runs a hand across his beard as he watches me with a hard gaze.

“Can this not be a team space anymore?” I whisper, barely loud enough for him to hear over the partygoers that remain.

He smirks as he leans in a bit closer, my eyes never leaving his face, “That’s your decision, love. You’re calling the shots.”

I look around at the remaining guests, seeing Susie and Toto across on deck on the other side of the yacht. He has his arm around her as they lean into the railing, laughing about something as we pass other boats. 

“I told Susie about this,” I whisper, voice quiet as he looks at me. “Tonight. She asked me about it.”

I anticipate a reaction from him, but he just looks at me with his stoic expression, voice steady with a rasp working its way through his words, “What did she ask?”

“She said she thinks you have a soft spot for me,” my voice grows even quieter as he takes another step closer to me, blocking me from the rest of the partygoers. “She said she’s seen the look we give each other.”

“And what are these looks that Susie sees?” his voice falls deeper, eyes boring into mine. 

“Ones that scream we want to get each other alone,” I mumble, breathing deeply as his chest brushes against mine. 

“And what else did you tell Susie about us, love, hm?” he asks with a dark look in his eye. “Did you tell her how willing you are for me? All I have to do is call you my pretty girl and you’ll go weak in the knees?”

My eyes flutter shut at his words, and I bite my cheek to keep from doing anything that will draw the attention of the other guests, “I told her about the balcony in Italy, and I told her why I went to Colorado. I told her about the office when George came in.”

Lewis smirks, taking another glance around the remaining guests, “Why don’t you be good, and head up toward the upper deck, yeah? When we’re done, you can tell her all about how I ruined you on my yacht with half the team on it.”

“Lewis,” I breathe deeply, eyes meeting his as my thighs press together beneath my dress. 

He catches my movement, and his fingers suddenly rest on the small of my back. They sink into the light fabric blowing in the breeze, and I shiver when I can feel his body heat radiating through the thin fabric. 

“I’ll tell everyone you were feeling ill,” he reassures me, fingers lightly pushing against the small of my back to nudge me forward. “I’m just being a good friend and taking care of you.”

His voice changes a bit at the word friend, and my feet follow the momentum of his push as I take hesitant steps across the deck. Guests blur by me as I focus on the pathway toward the upper deck, and I don’t stop when Lewis does to tell some of his engineers that I’m not feeling well. I continue my trek up the steps and through the interior, emerging on to the upper deck in silence. Partygoers below laugh and cheer, and glasses clink as they consume more alcohol. I turn around when I hear footsteps, and my worries ease as Lewis appears with a gentle smile. He stands on the other side of the deck for a moment, eyes raking across my figure as his smile grows.

“God, you look stunning tonight,” he whispers, eyes coming back up to my face. 

“Susie said it’s the dress,” I mumble, taking a step toward him. “Apparently sundresses are the thing to wear around you.”

He nods approvingly as I stop in front of the plush bench, “She was right. I haven’t been able to look away from you all night, but it’s not just the dress.”

He takes a step toward me, hands finally grasping my hips roughly as he spins us around. He guides me toward the entrance of the upper deck, pressing my back gently against the tinted glass, and his knee slides in between my legs as I whimper. Goosebumps rise on my skin as the sea breeze blows across us, and his broad back blocks some of the chilled wind. My hands rest around his neck, fingers tracing across the collar of his shirt and the pendant of his necklace that dips beneath the sheer fabric. My fingers linger at the top of the compass tattoo on his chest.

“I’ve been thinking about you all weekend,” I whisper, looking back up to his eyes. “I’ve been waiting for this.”

His knee wedges itself deeper between my legs, and I gasp as his thigh rests against my core. He smirks as he leans in toward my jaw, lips brushing across my skin leaving barely-there kisses. My hands grasp at his shoulders, and I roll my hips gently against his thigh as he presses it more forcefully against me. 

“I can tell,” he whispers quietly, lips pressing against my collarbone as he flexes his thigh beneath me. “You look so pretty trying to get off on my thigh.”

“Lewis, please,” I whimper, hands crumpling the expensive fabric around his shoulders. 

His lips come crashing into mine, tongues clashing as I continue to roll my hips against him. Lewis grips my hips with a bruising force, guiding me against him. I moan into the kiss as my core presses against his muscled thigh, and he pulls away with a heaving breath.

“You act like I don’t do this to you with everyone around,” he breathes into my ear. “Like you don’t want them to know what I can do to you.”

I tip my head back into the glass, “They can’t see me like this. They can’t know.”

“Why?” he grunts against my neck, his leg splitting me open so my back is the only thing pressed against the tinted glass. “Don’t want them to know you’re not so bossy after all?”

I nod my head with desperate whimpers, fingers clawing at his shoulders, “Can’t let them know I’m this weak.”

“Weak?” he scoffs. “No, not weak. You’re strong, love. You take whatever I give you and do whatever I ask. You’re bossy, yes, but not weak.”

I moan his name again, louder than before, and he chuckles quietly as he curses, “Fuck, you love when I tell you how amazing you are.”

I nod my head, feeling all of my logic and reason fall overboard as I swivel my hips against his thigh, “It’s my favorite thing.”

“You look pretty like this,” he murmurs, lips dragging up my neck as his hands dip beneath my sundress. “Playing this little game with everyone below us.”

I whine when his warm hands brush across my thighs and tug at the waistband of my underwear, pulling the fabric down my legs and stuffing it into one of his pockets. His thigh meets my core again, and this time my jaw falls open as the fabric of his creme pants meets my throbbing clit. He chuckles at my reaction, smirking as the crowd erupts in cheers below us as they react to something happening on the main deck.

“Don’t get shy on me now,” he whispers, leaving kisses beneath my jaw. “You have to tell me what you want, love. You know how it works.”

“Lewis, please,” I whisper quietly, squeezing my eyes shut in an attempt to concentrate. “I just want you in me. Don’t care how.”

He chuckles quietly, one of his hands resting at the base of my throat and fingers curling around the sides of my neck gently, “I need more than that, love.”

Words die on the tip of my tongue when his rings slide across the skin of my neck, and his lips meet mine as I whine. The cool metal contrasts to his warm skin, and when he pulls away leaving me breathless, my hands clutch his shoulders desperately as they bunch the sheer fabric across his back. My hips desperately search for a faster rhythm against him, but he stops moving his leg and his hands grip my hips tightly to still my mindless movements. 

“Want your cock in me,” I whisper, fingers sinking into the defined muscle at the base of neck and shoulders. 

He grins as he leans in to meet my lips, “See, that wasn’t hard.”

My hands immediately fly to his pants, fingers tugging at the button and zipper. He kisses me dumb as my fingers fumble with his zipper and my brain focuses on his tongue pressed to mine. His hands settle over mine, stilling their fumbling as he pulls his lips away from me and his chest rises and falls rapidly. I barely have any time to gasp for air as he guides me toward the plush bench in the middle of the small deck, one hand firm on my hips as the other places my hand on the back of the bench. I follow his direction, putting my other hand on the bench as my fingers curl around the smooth edge and my palms sink into the plush fabric. My heart beats in my chest wildly as I hear the guests below, but my concerns quickly fade when I feel him press against my ass. A stifled moan falls from my lips when I feel him, and he shushes me as his knee slips between mine to push my legs wider. I oblige immediately, gasping when he lifts my sundress up and his hands slide across my hips.

“So pretty like this,” he whispers, hands caressing my bare skin as they travel from my hips to the back of my thighs. “Spread out for me and waiting for me to do something.”

His fingers creep back up my skin, spreading goosebumps in the wake of their trail and settle on my clit. I moan as he circles the bundle of nerves with two fingers slowly, cool rings occasionally brushing my skin in the heat of it all. I push my hips back into him in a desperate attempt to get him to fuck me already, and he grunts quietly. 

“You’re so good for me,” he whispers, hands pulling my hips closer to him as I grind against his cock. “You’ll have to be quiet so they don’t know, love. I’m not going easy.”

“Just fuck me,” I whine in response, desperation filling my voice as my hips still mindlessly search for contact against him.

I hear the rustling of clothing, fingers digging into the plush bench as I wait, and as I whip my head around, about to hiss something for him to hurry up, words die on my tongue as my jaw falls open. His tip is hot as he pushes into me, the stretch of him rendering me speechless as he slowly enters me.  I don’t miss the smirk on his face as he looks at my dumbfounded expression. My fingers clutch on to the top of the bench so tightly my knuckles turn white, and he stills inside of me when he’s met with resistance.

“Relax, love,” he whispers, hands gently moving my hair to one shoulder as he leaves a chaste kiss against my exposed shoulder. “I’ve got you.”

I push my hips back against him, desperate to feel all of him, and he lets a groan fall from his lips as he bottoms out. He immediately hits a deep spot inside of me that sends white stars bursting across my vision and my knees buckling. His large hands hold my hips with a tight grip as he sheathes in and out of me with an agonizingly slow pace, and his forearms flex as he steadies me on my wobbly feet. With each snap of his hips, I feel like I’m going to topple over as my fingers desperately claw at the curve of the bench. His name leaves my lips in breathless whispers and choked moans. One of his hands slides in between my legs, rubbing slow circles on the sensitive nerves, and I clench around him with a stifled moan.

“You feel so good,” he groans. “You always take me so well.”

My brain turns to liquid between his praise and the mounting pleasure from his increasing pace. His name falls from my lips, and it sounds so desperate that I would be blushing in any other scenario. Instead, I push myself back farther against him as I chase a not-far-off high. As I lean back into him, listening to the obscene sounds of our skin slapping, one of my hands slips off the bench and I start to tumble forward. He never slows down his blistering pace as my hand searches for the bench again for stability. His hand from my hip comes up to my neck, fingers pressing into the sides of my throat as my hand desperately claws at the fabric. His rings press into the skin, leaving red indents as my mouth falls open--too overwhelmed for sound. My whole body trembles with the force of his thrusts, and between the pleasure he gifts me, I’m clenching around him as I hurtle toward the edge.

“Good girl,” he mutters as I steady myself despite my shaking arms. “You can hang on a little bit longer.”

I try to answer him with a vehement no I can’t, but I just shake my head wildly as words fail to form from the mounting pleasure and the toe-curling way his rings press into my throat. No more than a few seconds later, and the sensation explodes across every nerve ending in my body. My mouth is wide open with shameless pleas of his name and gasping for air, and one of my hands drops from the bench to wrap tightly around his wrist still rubbing circles into my clit. My short nails sink into the supple skin on the inside of his wrist, and his fingers tighten ever so slightly around my throat as a high-pitched whine leaks out past my lips. His hips slow before they still within me as I clench around him, and he leaves gentle kisses on my shoulder and the back of my neck as my chest heaves. His fingers fall away from my dripping center and my throat, opting instead to hook one arm around my waist and place his other hand at my hip to give my wobbling arms a break. They still clutch the bench, but some of the burn eases as he takes most of my weight off my arms. 

“Lewis,” my voice is breathless, “you need to-”

“In a second,” he coos, lips still ghosting across skin revealed by the sundress. “When you’re ready, love. I can feel you throbbing still.”

I just nod my head, vision returning to normal and chest still heaving for air. I still absentmindedly clench around him, and he groans into my shoulder as I do. He’s warm within me, heavy and pulsating against my walls as we both hold still as possible. I’m the first to move as I lean more weight onto my burning forearms against the bench. His breath hitches at the slight movement.

“You can move now,” I whisper. 

“Love, I-”

“I can take it, Lewis,” my voice is still ragged as I regain my breath. “It’s not too much.”

His lips leave another gentle kiss on my shoulder as he whispers near my ear, “You’re too good to me. What did I ever do to deserve you?”

Aftershocks of my orgasm are still rippling through me as he resumes his bruising pace, and I’m left speechless as he fucks my already sensitive cunt. The wet sounds are obscene, and I struggle to keep shameless whines and pleas from falling from my lips. When I hear footsteps on the steps, closer than anyone all night, I panic as one of my hands flies from the bench to hit Lewis behind me to get his attention. He’s so focused on chasing his high he misses my flailing hand, and I hear George’s distinct accent grow closer. My hand finally collides with Lewis’ arm, getting his attention as his hips stutter against me. He’s close to finishing in the way his chest heaves and his hips lose their steady rhythm, and when he hears the echo of George’s voice, he decides to double down and push himself over the edge.

“I’ll be right down!” his voice is strained as he answers the calls for his name.

I clench around him hard as he cums, hips moving quickly to get him through his orgasm before someone catches us. Through Lewis’ heavy breaths and his bruising grip on my hips, I miss the footsteps as they finish climbing the steps, and I catch a shuffle of Georgre’s footsteps at the top of the staircase. I nearly scream in horror, and my hand on Lewis’ arm smacks him hard before I point to the steps. There was another person coming--a second set of footsteps. 

“George, man, come on!” Lewis calls, stopping his thrusts but leaving his cock nestled between my legs. 

“Lewis-” I try to get his attention, but when he moves ever so slightly, I’m left speechless as he scrapes against my sensitive walls. 

“Lewis, we were just wanting a team picture with-”

Part of my brain wants to scream and the other part wants to launch itself into the ocean. Toto briefly appears at the top of the steps, eyes wide and face red as he ducks back into the staircase. George is standing right behind him. I am bent at the waist, hands clutching the bench and legs parted for Lewis. My ass is covered by my sundress, and Lewis’ cock still pulsing in me is hidden between my legs. Lewis stands with his hands on my hips, and the entire scene is something out of a nightmare or a horror movie.

“Toto, I told you not to go up there!” 

Susie’s voice rings from the bottom of the staircase, and I’m frozen as Lewis pulls out from me. He tugs the rest of my dress down for me, smoothing the fabric as he pulls me up from my frozen spot on the bench. When his eyes meet mine, it feels like my heart is in my throat and my mind races. 

“Let me take care of this,” he whispers. 

“Just bring them up,” I whisper despite the unease in my voice. “They already saw us having sex, Lewis. I need to face them, too.”

“Are you sure, love?” his eyes are gentle, and he waits for me to nod before calling the three back up.

Toto looks mortified as Susie smirks, and George looks guilty as this is the second time he has caught us. Lewis grabs one of my hands with his, interlacing our fingers in an act that sends shockwaves around us. He stands firm as he speaks, explaining enough of the situation to Toto without revealing every detail. I apologize repeatedly, and the entire time Susie smirks from behind her husband. My face is beet red. Once the initial shock has settled in, we decide to go down to keep the rest of the team from wondering what was taking so long for the picture. As we work our way down the steps, Lewis still holding my hand as he guides me down the dark steps, he grins as he speaks to our boss.

“I was thinking about that vacation over summer break,” he starts. “I think we’ll take you up on it. Definitely will need two villas this time.”

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[verdenz]

verdeee(not sure if thats how u like to be called 🥲), I LOVE YOUR POSTSand i just saw rq are open so i would like to ask for some drivers blurbs/reactions when their gf dont say ily back

NOT SAYING "I LOVE YOU" BACK

FEATURING:⠀⠀Lando Norris, Lewis Hamilton.

AUTHOR'S NOTES: ⠀⠀You didn't specify who you wanted, so I wrote whoever came to mind first. 😭 If you prefer, you can send another request.

୨୧⠀⠀⠀LANDO NORRIS

It was a rainy day, and a rare occasion when your boyfriend wasn’t in another country, training, or taking part in some marketing campaign for the team.

Although you did want to spend time with him, you were distracted on your phone while Lando was doing his own things. You barely noticed when he lay down on your lap, begging for attention.

“I love you.” Your eyes stayed glued to the screen, your hand refusing to put down the device while he kept waiting for your reply. And when it didn’t come, your boyfriend frowned and tugged on the sleeve of your hoodie. “Did you hear me?”

You simply responded with an automatic “uh-huh,” earning an offended sigh from Norris. A smile appeared on your lips, your gaze finally meeting his. “Did you say something?”

“No, it’s too late now. My emotions are already crumbling and falling apart.” He crossed his arms but made no move to lift his head from your lap. "I think you're the one who's going to sleep on the couch this time."

୨୧⠀⠀⠀LEWIS HAMILTON

Lewis was brushing your hair while you watched TV, your eyes glued to the movie you stubbornly agreed to watch, claiming you wouldn’t like it. Your brain didn’t process what was happening around you, much less your boyfriend setting the brush aside and kissing your cheek. “I love you.”

When he didn’t get a response, he pinched your cheek, waiting for you to look at him. “I said I love you.”

“That’s nice, babe.” You mumbled, resting your head on his shoulder, not really hearing what he said.

“That’s all I get? I’m confessing my undying love, and that’s all you say?” Your eyes left the screen for a minute, your arms wrapped around him, and soon you were back to focusing on the movie.

“As if you didn’t already know I love you… I love you too, Lewis.” You retorted, and he laughed.

[suxnyfllower]

★ ─ karma is a god ig...loved ever second of this fic btw

You shouldn’t let her go

Pairing: Lewis Hamilton!girlfriend reader x Max Verstappen!ex-girlfriend reader

Warnings: stupid Max, pregnancy

Summary: Max left his fiancée after years of relationship because he felt he couldn't stand being tied to someone anymore so after almost two years she shows up in the paddock with Lewis and he realizes he shouldn't have let her go.

When he decided that our relationship should end I thought he was joking.

For days and weeks I couldn't believe that this was real, but my mind was made up as soon as I saw pictures of him on the internet with women in parties.

It was then that I realized that our engagement was over.

I don't think I have ever suffered so much in my life, I never thought that I would be isolated for months.

I suffered so much that I started to stop eating, in the beginning I ate very little but as the days went by I decreased until I almost stopped completely but luckily my mother saved me from being at the bottom of the pit.

The first months were difficult, I had been used to our own routine for years and having to leave it suddenly was extremely difficult, in fact I was torn out of that routine.

I had to leave where I had lived for years since the apartment was his, I had to learn to take care of my place by myself since now there was no one else for me to share my tasks with.

But 5 months later I met someone, someone who made me have those feelings again, the feelings that I thought after Max I would never have again.

I already knew who he was and he also knew who I was but the fact that he was Max's enemy but leads meant that we never really talked.

Lewis and I had been dating for almost 9 months when he ask me to be his girlfriend and I remember being extremely happy that he was taking our relationship as seriously as I was.

And since that day we have been together and today would be the first time I could be in a formula one paddock since Max and I broke up.

Today was the Dutch GP and Lewis and I were on our way to the paddock, him and I had agreed early on in the relationship that we would only go public when we were comfortable letting the world know about us. I know how well this world works, if you don't do something people judge you and if you do something they judge you anyways.

And I knew what the fans would say that I was a hustler who only dates drivers and that since I got dumped by one I went after another.

But they don't know the half of it because the part where I suffered they don't care because one of the most coveted pilots became single so they can go after him and try their luck and some of them really do.

Most of them are like that, they go from city to city in nightclubs chasing silly girls who are willing to have their one minute of fame for being able to say that they fuck a formula 1 driver, but in the end this is nothing because in years of relationship he can forget you in one day so how long does it take for them to forget a simple fuck?

When we arrived in the paddock I could already feel my nervousness and so could Lewis, he knew I was afraid to come but not because I was here again or even because I had to see him.

But because of the fact that I would be judged for dating a driver who doesn't get along well with my ex for clear reasons.

But I'm already expecting that his fans don't like me.

"Are you okay?" He asks looking at me but I don't answer and just stare at nothing. "Hey, baby."

"Yeah?" I asked looking at him.

"Are you sure you want to do this?" Again he asks and I don't answer. "I'm not sure we picked the right GP to do this."

"In this situation there is no right GP. But I think we picked the worst one." I say and he laughs. "Look they are going to hate me anyway with us showing up together today or in the next race so let's just get over with."

"That's the way to talk." He says cheerfully and we get out of the car.

When we got out of the car and were getting in it seemed like the world had stopped around the two of us, the flashes and noises of the cameras, the movement was so big that even some of the drivers that were scattered around looked and were surprised at what they were seeing.

Halfway there I felt Lewis taking my hand and intertwining our fingers and confirming what people were thinking.

We walked to the Mercedes garage and before we entered I could see him standing in front of the Red Bull garage with some people from the team talking to him but Max was more focused on me than on them.

When we got inside I went to say hello to the people from the team, some faces were already known but most I didn't know who they were.

"We have an unexpected visitor." I hear a voice behind me and I recognized it right away by the accent.

"Hi Toto, how are you?"

"Fine and you?"

"I'm great taking all the attention."

"It's almost as if Beyoncé is walking into the paddock."

"I felt like her." He laughs.

"I'm going to go change and be right back okay?" Lewis says and I nodded and he gave me a kiss before heading to his room.

"I'm going to get some coffee, will you let him know for me?" Toto agrees and I leave to get a cup of coffee.

Which I shouldn't have done if I knew Max would find me and come after me.

"Hi."

"Hi Max."

"Good to see you, you look great."

"Thanks."

"And how are you?"

"Fine."

"I haven't heard from you anymore."

"You wouldn't have had to know, you made it very clear that you didn't want me in your life anymore the last time we saw each other."

"And that was the biggest mistake of my life.”

"That’s your problem now." I said walking past him but he held my arm. "Can you let go of me?"

"Are you really with him or was that whole scene just to make me jealous?"

"Pay close attention because I'm only going to tell you once, you broke up with me and it was you who broke my heart. You don't know what the hell my life was like after you dumped me, so don't come to me wanting to know about my life because I don't owe you anything.”

"I'm sorry I was an asshole and I deserve that you are angry with me but seriously you are dating him? You didn't even like him."

"YOU didn't even like him Max I've never even spoken to him to draw those conclusions. And you are rivals on the track but off the track you have no connection."

"So you're dating a guy who hates me? After everything we've been through?"

"And after everything we've been through you dumped me like that for no reason at all so it looks like we're even." He looks at me with anger and sadness at the same time. "And for your information yes I am dating him and it's been a long time, it's not something recent that happened just so I could make you jealous. So leave me alone."

I turned to leave and after a few steps I stopped and looked at him.

"Actually I do owe you something.” He looked at me. "I owe you a thank you for breaking my heart years ago because then I could meet a guy who really loves me and who sees a future with me unlike you who only saw me as a trophy that you dragged everywhere."

Having said that I actually left and went to get a coffee which would actually be a tea since I was avoiding drinking too much coffee.

After buying the tea and a donut that I couldn't resist when I saw it I went back to the Mercedes garage seeing a super worried Lewis.

"Oh my God, where were you? I was worried when I came back and didn't see you here."

"I asked Toto to tell you I was going to get something to drink."

"He had to go to a meeting and must have forgotten."

"I'm fine, don't worry."

"You look a little pale, is something wrong?" He asks, running his hand over my face and I know why I was pale but I wouldn’t tell him right before the race.

"I had a forced conversation with Max on the way over."

"What did he do? Did he hurt you?"

"He didn't hurt me he just wanted to know if we were really together or I was just using you to make him jealous. But I'm not." I hasten to say."

"I know don't worry about it, don't worry about him okay? He's not worth your time."

Lewis put his arms around my waist bringing me close to him and I held his face and kissed him until we were interrupted by the crew calling Lewis to get in the car because the race was about to start, he kissed me once more and went to the car.

I didn't remember how torturous and agonizing it was to have someone you love racing at over 300km/h, every time it seemed like someone was going to crash and I was scared to death that something was going to happen to Lewis but I knew that he was an excellent driver and had total control of what he was doing.

That was until he started to lose positions and that made me and the team worried because the car was the best of the weekend.

Max was first now and I could almost hear his laughter in my head and it really pissed me off.

"Y/n come here." I heard Toto calling me and Bono handing me a microphone.

"Why are you giving this to me?" I picked up the headset in confusion.

"He's nervous for some reason and we can't calm him down so try talking to him."

"Lewis can hear me." I ask after I put the headset on.

"Honey? What are you doing there?"

"You need to concentrate, what's going on?"

"I keep thinking about you and him, and it's distracting me. I'm afraid that after you talked today you might want to get back together with him.”

"Don't think about it, I love you and I'm never getting back with Max, understand? I couldn't even."

"Why couldn't you?"

"Because me and our baby love you and we are here rooting for you too."

"Our baby?" he asks without understanding.

"I'm pregnant babe."

"Are you serious?"

"Yes, I am."

"Are we having a baby?"

"Yes we are." I could hear him laughing with happiness. "So go get him."

Right then he sped up and sped up as if his life depended on it and on the last lap he passed Max and the whole garage celebrated, when he crossed the finish line we all went in front of the podium where I went running with the team and stood right in front, he jumped out of the car and celebrated and then came running towards me and kissed me, he pulled me through the fence hugging me even tighter. He bent down and kissed my belly making me laugh through my tears and the look on Max's face that came second didn't go unnoticed, I don't know if it was me but their eyes seemed to shine with the tears but at the moment I didn't care because my happiness was there with me celebrating his victory.

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Yourusername After feeling lonely and unhappy for years I finally found someone who makes me feel like the most special woman in the world. I can't thank you enough for making me shine again and for making me a better person.

And now that our family is growing, I can only thank you for always being there for us, I love you so much.

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　　　　　　　　　𐙚 ⋆୨୧˚ THE SUN TO MY MOON ⋆ ˚ ꩜ ｡

𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ☾. after a messy break-up, y/n goes mia for three months and her fans start to worry about her. but then one day, she makes her comeback, happier than she ever was, as she releases a new romantic song dedicated to her new mysterious lover, 'the sun' which sends her fans into frenzy as they try to figure out who her muse is.

💌 lewis hamilton x fem! singer! reader (social media au)

# author's note : this has nothing to do with the latest news on njr btw as it's been in the works long before the official news about his split with his ex. but with that being said, i do not condone any of his actions. anyways, i loved making this & i hope you'll have fun reading it !

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lalalalisa_m 🩷

sooyaaa_ 🤍

roses_are_rosie love u xx

dualipa so pretty <3

conangray the queen is back !!

oliviarodrigo omg y/n new music !! 🥹

dior gorgeous !!

chanelofficial stunning !!

wkorea 🫶🫶🫶

adidasoriginals our favourite girl ☺️

troyesivan 😚

annehathaway 😘

calvinklein our ambassador everyone !!

user04 AAAHHH Y/N IS HOME THIS IS NOT A DRILL I REPEAT Y/N IS HOME !!!!

user10 omg girl we missed you so much 😭

user90 it girl vibes 🤍🎀

user45 MARRY ME Y/N

user57 WE LOVE YOU Y/N

user89 MOTHER IS BACK

user32 i love ur fit y/n !!

user81 y/n i know i can treat you better 😞

user38 Y/N NEW MUSIC SOON LFG !!!

user12 I HOPE THE NEW SONG IS A DISS TRACK JUST LIKE 'SOLO'

-> user54 solo isn't a diss track though ?? 😭😭

-> user12 i mean ok it's not like a rap diss track but she's still making fun of her prev ex and their break-up in it yk so it is kinda a diss track

-> user66 SO TRUE OP I NEED A SEQUEL TO SOLO

user11 where did you get that dress ??

user55 😍

user40 OUR PRINCESS !!! 🥹🥹

user29 Y/N NEW MUSIC OMG IT'S GOING TO BE HER REPUTATION ERA

user39 are we getting a sequel to USED TO BE YOUR GIRL NOW I'M USED TO BEING THE GOAT

-> user49 YOU'RE SITTING ON UR FEELINGS I'M SITTING ON MY THRONE

user77 y/n come back both in ig & the music industry ? best day of my life !!!

user22 we're going to get all the tea from this new song lmao

user19 Y/N THANK YOU FOR COMING BACK TODAY BEST BIRTHDAY GIFT EVER !!!

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blackpinkofficial y/n's 'you & me' is out now !

#Y/N #BLACKPINK #YOUANDME #OUTNOW #YG

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lalalalisa_m go y/n !!!!!

sooyaaa_ 🥰🥰🥰

roses_are_rosie we're always so proud of u 🩷

sabrinacarpenter 🌙🎀

mileycyrus ❤️

barbie our moon princess barbie !!

nail_unistella 🫶🫶

adidasoriginals i love you & me dancing in the moonlight 🤭

prada wow !! 🤍

nasa red moon only for y/n ❤️🌙

spotify been on repeat all. day. long 🗣️

carmenmmundt i love this song so much 😘

-> yourinstagram aww thank you carmen 🤍🎀

-> user11 ariana what are you doing here 🤨

-> user30 HOLD UPPP Y/N AND CARMEN KNOW EACH OTHER ???

-> user46 what in the multiverse of madness...

mercesdesamgf1 ☺️❤️

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user25 AHHH I LOVE THIS SONG Y/N IT'S SO CATCHY

user34 SOTY SOTY SOTY

user69 if y/n has millions of fans, i am one of them. if y/n has ten fans, i am one of them. if y/n has only one fan, i am that fan. if y/n has no fans, that means i am no longer on earth. if the world against y/n, i am against the world.

user77 am i the only one confused with the song & its lyrics lol

-> user81 no you're not alone bestie 😭

-> user90 the way we all thought it was going to be y/n's reputation era.. 🤡

-> user77 we're all just part of a circus

user16 Y/N ATE AND LEFT NO CRUMBS

user48 gosh y/n you look so good in that red dress 😍

user52 THE DANCE PERFORMANCE WAS SO BEAUTIFUL I NEARLY CRIED

user33 what's carmen & the mercedes account doing in the comments and why did lewis like this post.. something is very sus and i intend to find out what it is 🧐🕵️‍♀️

-> user26 op sherlock holmes mode activated

-> user33 i am already digging through gossip accounts and articles

-> user24 maybe we're getting merc x y/n collab ? like a sponsor or something ?

-> user33 perhaps.. but something feels slightly off 🤔

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plus44world 🌙

mission44 🤩

roscoelovescoco roscoe's love's the's moon's !

user63 WHAT THE HECK LEWIS

user99 LEWIS SOFT LAUNCH ??? HELLO ???

user43 SIR LEWIS CARL DAVIDSON HAMILTON MBE HonFREng WHAT IS THIS

-> user45 HELP NOT THE GOVERNMENT NAME 💀

-> user01 THE NAME IS TAKING ME OUTTTTT

user65 the drawings in the second slide is so cute though 🥹

user11 DROP HER @ MAN C'MON WE WANNA KNOW WHO SHE IS

user23 did my eyes glitch or did i just see " liked by yourinstagram " for a hot second

-> user49 YOU'RE NOT ALONE @/user23 I THOUGHT I SAW HER NAME BUT WHEN I REFRESHED THE PAGE, THE LIKE WAS GONE

-> user29 I SWORE I SAW HER @ TOO BUT I THOUGHT I WAS BEING TOO DELULU

-> user26 y/n really thought we wouldn't catch her 😭

user34 NOOOO LEWIS IS TAKEN 😭

user75 icb this man is soft launching on us...

user33 this is extremely suspicious considering the interactions we've gotten in the past days .. and the fact that it's related to the moon and y/n released a song about dancing in the moonlight just a few days ago.. 🧐

-> user28 MY THOUGHTS EXACTLY !!!

-> user42 chill guys i don't think they're together.. they live in completely different worlds y'know

-> user06 mhm yeah that's true 😞 although it would've been so nice to see a singer and a driver together.. imagine the power they'd hold !

user44 i've connected the dots

-> user63 you didn't connect shit

-> user44 I'VE CONNECTED THEM

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f1gossip lewis was caught leaving the paddock with a girl after the qualis today ! one of our followers who attended the qualis today provided these pictures. they could not get a clear view of the girl's face but they suspect that she's his girlfriend as they were holding hands and were also hugging each other. who do you think this mysterious girl is and could she be the one he posted on his account a few days back ?

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user04 i did not expect tea on lewis today but i love it

user06 it's been a while since we've had a lewis dating rumour.. i hope she's his gf 🥹

user08 why does she look kinda familiar...

user10 she must be that girl he posted on his account

user28 ugh must be another girl just using him and his popularity for clout

user36 who cares ? she's probably just some girl who wants to mooch money & fame off of him

user40 why is it that every time a driver is seen with a girl or gets a new girlfriend, people automatically assume that the girl just wants fame and is just using the drivers for clout 💀

-> user56 fr like they've forgotten that a little thing called love exists..

user12 is it just me or does she look like that girl who was with lewis & george today

-> user14 yes she does

-> user16 who ?

-> user18 @/user16 they mean y/n y/l/n, a member of blackpink ! she was invited to the mercedes garage today !

-> user14 oh the pretty girl wearing that white top ?

-> user16 haha yeah that one

-> user14 honestly, if she & lewis aren't together then i'll gladly take her

-> user16 ure so real for this

user20 that's defo y/n

user22 must be y/n.. the height & hair matches and the fit looks pretty similar to what she wore today

user26 probably y/n.. lewis and her were talking like as if they've known each other for a long time and she already seems pretty close with the mercedes team, george and carmen too

user24 i hope it's y/n her & lewis would be such a hot couple

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yourinstagram looking forward to making great memories with you all ! 🤍

user47 OMGMGMGM Y/N MERCEDES AMBASSADOR !!!

user49 WE GOT OUR Y/N X MERCEDES COLLAB LFG

user99 YESSSS Y/N MERC AMBASSADOR CONFIRMED I LOVE THIS

user97 my favourite celeb & my favourite f1 team 🥰

user95 before any hate comments come in — y/n genuinely loves f1 and is not using it for clout !!!

user93 istg if anyone hates on y/n i will turn into ur biggest nightmare

user51 y/n serving face as always 🫶

user53 icb mercedes got the prettiest woman in the world to be their ambassador.. they really won in life

user55 y/n's paddock fits are always so good !!

user57 LEWIS WITH THE BRAZILIAN FLAG !! oh he loves brazil so much ☹️

user59 MANIFESTING LEWIS & GEORGE PODIUM TODAY

user61 lewis looks so happy 🥹🥹 he's home <3

user63 george = gorgeous

user65 george looks so good in those shades 😩

user67 our favourite mercedes trio !!!!

user69 i'm still trying to figure out who lewis was with last night lol

-> user71 LMAO SAMEEEE

-> user73 placing my bets on y/n tbh

-> user75 y/n seems like the most plausible option 🤔

-> user77 hope it's y/n her chemistry with lh is amazing

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-> yourinstagram i love you too baby

lewishamilton my pretty girl 🖤

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lewishamilton when did you take that second picture ?

-> yourinstagram when you & george left for the briefing session yesterday ;)

-> lewishamilton you really can't go a minute without kissing me, can you ?

-> yourinstagram shh you don't have to expose me like this in public

-> lewishamilton oh i think it's definitely necessary for me to expose you like this in public bc your reactions are always so adorable

-> yourinstagram you're so mean you're lucky i love you 😕

-> lewishamilton yeah, i am pretty lucky, aren't i ? i won the heart of the girl of my dreams & won at my favourite track as an added bonus

-> yourinstagram the girl of your dreams, mhm ? 🫣🫣🫣

-> lewishamilton only you baby

-> yourinstagram i feel so special 🥰🥰🥰

-> landonorris and i feel sick after reading all these get a room !!! 🙄🙄

-> yourinstagram go back to your nap, lan

-> oscarpiastri well, i personally think that you & lewis are the best couple on the paddock, y/n

-> yourinstagram this is why oscar is my favourite child

-> landonorris hey that's not fair ! favouritism shouldn't be a thing amongst your children !!

-> lewishamilton lando, don't argue with my girlfriend

-> landonorris ok sorry dad 😞

georgerussell63 why are you wearing a mclaren cap ? 🤨

-> yourinstagram that's not a mclaren cap it's a normal orange cap 😭

-> georgerussell63 i can literally see 'mclaren' written on the side, y/n

-> yourinstagram ok fine i stole it from lando's bag since the sun was bothering me i'm still loyal to merc i promise

-> landonorris you did WHAT

-> yourinstagram oops i've said too much..

-> landonorris y/n get back here !!

-> yourinstagram 🏃‍♀️

carmenmmundt my gorgeous girlfriend 🤍

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lalalalisa_m please treat our sister well, @/lewishamilton !

-> roses_are_rosie or else we're going to partner up with red bull or ferrari and make your team cry

-> lewishamilton haha, don't worry girls i'll treat her properly like the queen she is

-> sooyaaa_ good ☺️

alexandrasaintmleux y/n vous êtes si belle 🩷

charles_leclerc don't forget about my signed album 🤭

-> yourinstagram it's on the way ! 🫡

oscarpiastri my parents, everyone !

-> yourinstagram my son 🥹

-> lewishamilton we love you son

-> landonorris wow i feel so loved 🧍

roscoelovescoco i's love's you's mum's

-> yourinstagram aww i love you too my baby coco 🥹

mercedesamgf1 y'all wish you had y/n, huh ? 😏

-> scuderiaferrari yeah

-> redbullracing yeah

-> mclaren yeah

-> astonmartinf1 yeah

maxverstappen1 congratulations to lewis for the win & to both of you for officially making your relationship public!

-> yourinstagram aww thanks maxieeee :( <3

user01 HELP NOT THE OTHER F1 TEAMS BEING JEALOUS OF LEWIS & MERCEDES

user87 SO IT WAS YOU !!!

user85 LEWIS IS THE SUN TO HER MOON YOU GUYS 😭

user83 so y/n wrote you & me for lewis.. couple goals fr

user81 i don't know if i want to be y/n or lewis here

user79 YESSSS THE IT COUPLE !!! FINALLY !!!

user77 that third picture of lewis is so cute his smile 🥹🥹🥹

user75 I LOVE YOU AND ME DANCING IN THE MOONLIGHT

user73 I KNEW ITTTTTTTT

user11 YOOOOO OMG Y/N & LEWIS ??? WHATTTTTT

user21 THEY LOOK SO GOOD TOGETHER IT'S INSANEEEE

user23 her exes never really got a romantic song or even a post dedicated to them.. lewis really is her special person

user25 NOOOO Y/N IS NOT SINGLE ANYMOREEEEE my parasocial relationship with her is gone now 😭😭 (in all seriousness though, congrats lewis you bagged the woman of the century)

user27 i hope they'll last forever 🤞

user29 the best thing to happen this year

user28 THE WAY Y/N AND LEWIS ADOPTED THE MCLAREN TWINS OMG 😭😭

user26 y/n & lewis being referred to as mum & dad and oscar & lando being their children.. i love this silly formula 1 family so much

user24 they're my roman empire !!

user44 @/user63 SEE I TOLD YOU I CONNECTED THE DOTS

-> user63 ... i hate to admit this but i was wrong 👩🏻‍🦯

user20 THAT OUTFIT IS SO FIRE

user18 MOTHER IS MOTHERING !!!!

user22 no bc y/n looks so genuinely happy with him.. as someone who's followed her since her trainee & rookie days, i'm so proud and happy for her :( she deserves only the best <3

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love your work so far!!! for a request how about text au for the four drivers (and any others if youd like) where they are trying to hit on the reader but she's just not having it in like a kinda funny way

୨୧ ﹒𝐅𝟏 𝐃𝐑𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒 𝐅𝐋𝐈𝐑𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐘𝐎𝐔'𝐑𝐄 𝐌𝐀𝐃 | 𝐋𝐇𝟒𝟒, 𝐌𝐕𝟏, 𝐂𝐋𝟏𝟔, 𝐋𝐍𝟒

⟢﹐pairings: lewis hamilton x fem!reader, max verstappen x fem!reader, charles leclerc x fem!reader, lando norris x fem!reader.

⟢﹐warnings: pet names, swearing, sexual themes/suggestions?

⟢﹐author's note: aaaa they're all so cute😭 i wanted to do more drivers but im busy watching the race rn.. please request more texts ideas 🫶🏼

⟢﹐Lewis Hamilton and Max Verstappen

⟢﹐Charles Leclerc and Lando Norris

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guys i am UNWELL WIFE DOES IT AGAIN AND I AM (S)CREAMING.

Hiii can I pls request 🌱 childhood home/room with Charles Leclerc or lewis and female reader? Loads of fluff and maybe nsfw?

For Charles like praising but if you write Lewis maybe an age gap, praising, pocessive? Soft but dominant for both and talking the reader through it with an extensive aftercare? Like all giggling and cuddling etc would loveee that

౨ৎ it’s called charm baby !

°. — pairings ( Lewis Hamilton x female! Reader )

°. — summary ( your boyfriend knows how to make you feel better, after dinner with him meeting your family doesn’t go well )

°. — details ( g; fluff & smut. w; smut, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it!!!!), cursing, hair pulling, I think that’s all?. wc; 2.7k )

﹕─┈ prompt ~ childhood room

˖ ་ 💭 roro’s notes ( I COULD NOT STOP GIGGLING AS I READ THIS NONNIE YOU ARE A GENIUS !!!! This was my first Lewis fic, and I just loved writing for him so thank you for sending in the request, I really hope you enjoy this !!! I’m still kinda new to writing smut so I hope you guys like it <333 )

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“Well that went better than i expected” Lewis mused after he heard the sound of you closing the door behind you. His eyes were immediately drawn to your walls, taking in every detail with a fond smile. He always wondered what your childhood room looked like; he'd seen a few pictures of you in the room, but it was different from actually being there. He didn't get a chance of getting a good look earlier when the two of you had brought your shared luggage up, your youngest brother who was only a few years younger than you, whisking him away before he could really take everything in. 

You could hear the slight of sarcasm in his tone making you feel even worse on how your parents ⸺ no how your father treated him at dinner. The two of you decided to finally come visit your parents now that Lewis is on break. You were a little hesitant on coming, knowing how your father could be, but Lewis was convincing. Your mother was as sweet as always, asking questions about his career and giving his family good wishes, your two brothers were eager to talk about his career as well, your niece was absolutely smitten with him, and your father . . . completely uninterested. You knew he wasn't happy with you and Lewis's age-gap with how much he voiced his opinion about it, but still you thought he'd at least try . . . for you. 

“I’m really sorry lew, we shouldn't have come” you frowned as your eyes followed your boyfriend of a year around your room. He was taking in every detail, everything in your room made sense to him, everything was so you. Lewis looked away from your collection of posters over your desk and moved to sit on the edge of your bed facing you, a smile on his lips. “Don't say that baby, i know you really wanted to see your family, and I've had a great time.” 

“Give me a few more days and I'll get your dad to like me” Lewis promised as he leaned back on his hands, a small giggle leaving his lips as he saw the clearly old stuffed bear perfectly sitting on your bed. You feel your heart warm at his words, he was always so selfless, willing to go through anything just so he could see a smile on your pretty face. You swiftly lock your door and walk over to your boyfriend, the corner of your lips twitching up into a smirk when you watch how his eyes immediately drop to your swaying hips. 

“You are quite charming” You whispered as you placed your hands on your boyfriend's shoulders, feeling the smooth silk of his shirt as you climbed up onto his lap, the two of you keeping eye contact as he looked up at you. Lewis smirked as he heard your coquettish tone that he loved so much. The dress he bought you in Brazil riding up your thighs at the new position and he was eager to move his hands to caress your bare thighs, chills decorating your skin at his touch. 

“Oh, am i?” he teasingly asks you even though he was well aware how charming he is with how much you reminded him, a cocky smile on his lips. Lewis watched as you playfully rolled your eyes as you moved your hands to his nape, your breath hitching when you felt him slide his hands under your dress and up your thighs. You playfully chided him with a click of your tongue and a small shake of your head “Cockiness doesn't look good on you Lewis.” 

That's a lie. It looked really good on him . . . 

“Fuck but you do” lewis quickly breathed out as he looked up at you, swiftly moving one of his hands out from under your dress and tangling it in your hair at your nape and pulling you down into a wet kiss he’s wanted to do all day. A small sound of surprise leaves your lip that he's quick to swallow, his lips eagerly moving against yours. You move one of your hands to cup his cheek, the soft caress of your thumb on his jaw was completely different from the passionate kiss the two you were sharing. 

You absentmindedly grinded against your boyfriend's lap, a mix of a moan and a whine leaving your lips at the feeling of the friction against his bulging length and the feeling of his grip tightening on your hair. The two of you were both so desperate for each other's touch, having to be good and keep your hands to yourself all day in front of your family. God it was torture, especially seeing how good he looked. The lingering touches he left on your waist as he walked past you, or the soft touches on your thighs under the table. He knew what he was doing . . . 

You reluctantly pull away from your boyfriend's addictive lips, panting against his lips as you're slow to open your eyes. You lock eyes with lewis darkened ones, your thighs clenching around him when he untangles his fingers out of your hair and uses his thumb to wipe the spit off your tingling lips. “Please” your tone is desperate and whiny. You didn't have to say anything else; he knew what you wanted, and your eyes were begging him to fuck you.

You knew you were playing with fire, but your room was far enough from your parents, and you were too needy to really care. Lewis groaned as he felt you grind your hips impatiently against him, a smirk forming on his lips. He could feel you throbbing even with three layers of clothing between the two of you. Lewis chuckled and rested his hand on your collarbone, his thumb teasingly tracing the column of your throat, knowing that you were just itching to have him wrap his hand around it. His hand under your dress gripped your thigh “You think you can be quite hmm? Be my good girl?” 

“I promise lewis, i'll be your good girl” you promised as you nodded quickly, starting to get impatient as you felt his hand slowly move up and down your thigh, the cold chill of his rings against your warm skin sending a shiver down your spine. You couldn't wait anymore, and he could see that. The look in your eyes, the impatient rolling of your hips, 

“I know baby, you're always my good girl aren't you” Lewis whispered as slowly trailed his hand up the inside of your thigh. You let out a small huff of frustration, just wanting to feel his fingers calm that ache between your thighs. But you were quick to close your mouth and bite your lip at the stern look lewis gave you, he had no problem with you being needy, but he crossed the line at you being bratty. But he’ll take pity on his pretty girl, he moves his hand right to where you were needing him the most. A gasp leaving your lips at his touch while a small chuckle leaves him at how damp your panties were, his pointer finger teasingly rubbing your clit through your panties. 

“Mhm yes lew” you whimpered and leaned down to lay your head on his shoulder, softly biting his silk shirt to keep your moans at bay as he dips his fingers into your panties, covering his fingers in your slick and smoothly slipping two fingers inside your throbbing hole. You wrap your arms around Lewis muscular shoulders, a whine leaving your lips at the sudden stretch. 

Lewis smiles cheekily and looks down at you, your lips parted as sweet and quiet moans left your lips as he continued his slow movement, massaging your tight walls. Leaning down to whisper in your ear, his beard tickling your face, but you were too lost in pleasure to say anything about it “Awe darling, you're just sucking my fingers up, so tight.” 

“Feels so good” You moaned out, tilting your head to start kissing and sucking your boyfriend's godly neck, desperately needing to occupy your mouth so you wouldn't be moaning out praises and curses at the pleasure your boyfriend was giving you. Lewis let out a quiet grunt at the feeling of your lips on his burning skin, sucking and nibbling. And the way you gently rutted against his fingers and the choked-out moan you let out when he curled his fingers up, made him want to lay you across the bed and fuck you until you couldn't take it anymore. 

“Lew i need more ⸺ please fuckkk i need more” you begged, letting out a sharp gasp when he starts rubbing your clit with his thumb, his hand covered in your slick. Lewis smirks and locks eyes with you, your eyes glazed over. His poor baby was already fucked out and he hasn't even taken his cock out. Lewis kisses your forehead and slowly pulls his fingers out of your sopping hole and softly patting your clit as he whispers.

 “Only because you asked so prettily.” 

“Fuck darling, you take me so fucking well” Lewis got out between his grunts, his thumbs dipped into the dimples of your back as he holds tightly onto your waist as he thrusts into you from behind. His eyebrows furrowed and his lips parted as his gaze was fixed on where your bodies connected ⸺ loving how good your pussy swallows him in. He slides his hands down to hold your ass, his fingers sinking into your skin and spreading it open slightly to watch as his dick covered in your slick disappears in your needy cunt. 

A soft chuckle leaves his lips when he notices your trembling thighs “Feels good, huh?” 

“Feels so good” you mewled in pleasure, your arms were stretched under the coolness of your pillows, and the soft fabric of your duvet against your cheek and naked body felt so good against your burning skin. Your face was smushed against your soft pillow, hoping that it would help muffle your uncontrollable moans that only got more frequent the harder his thrusts got. 

Lewis pulls up your hips and adjusts the pillow under your hips, the new angle causing him to pound into you deeper. A loud moan leaving your lips at how deep he was stretching you ⸺ you felt so full. The sound of your skin meeting creates a lewd noise that makes you feel like you were in a trance, being lulled by the rhythmic sound. You pull your pillow closer to you, whines and moans leaving your parted lips as your body jerks forward from the hard thrusts “It's too much!” 

Lewis leans down as he continues fucking into your aching cunt, one of his hands softly rubbing up your back before tangling his hands into your hair and making a makeshift ponytail and pulling you up against his chest. Your back arched and one of your trembling hands moved behind you and dug your fingers into the skin of Lewis thigh so you wouldn't fall, a delicious hiss leaving his lips at the sting he welcomed. “You can take it baby ⸺ we both know you can” he whispered huskily in your ear, trailing off into a taunting coo, both of you thinking back on the countless times of you fucking yourself on his cock. 

“You gonna cum for me love?” Lewis moaned, feeling the way you clenched around him, the feeling bringing him closer to his own peak. “Yes lew!” you whined as you tilted your head back against him. Lewis kept his eyes on you taking in the beauty of your side profile as he continued to fuck you. Your eyebrows were furrowed, and your eyes were glazed over with pleasure, your mouth parted as quiet moans slipped past your lips. 

“I’m gonna cum  ⸺ fuckk” you cried out, but it came out muffled from lewis hand quickly covering your mouth, your head tipping forward as you felt that rope inside you snap, letting you fall into your own desire. Everything went silent for a second and you swore you lost vision as you came undone. And like a chain reaction, Lewis spilled himself deep inside of you, not being able to hold back once he felt you cum around him. Quiet grunts leaving his lips as he tilted his head back in pleasure. 

Your trembling body fell forward on your bed, a whimper leaving your lips at the feeling of him slipping out of you while a hiss left his. You snuggled your face into your unruly sheets as you tried to catch your breath and calm down from the intense orgasm your boyfriend led you to. Lewis’s sweaty chest heaved as he panted and also tried to catch his breath, his eyes closing for a few seconds. 

He looks down at your tired body and places his hands on the bed at the sides of your body, softly kissing your back a few times a smile on his lips at the sight of your sweaty body. You let out a quiet groan as you rolled over in bed, your glazed over eyes looking up at your smiling boyfriend. Lewis leaned down, placing his hands by your head so he wouldn't crush you with his body weight. 

“You did so good f’me” lewis praised you as he placed gentle and soft kisses all over your face. You smiled and shut your eyes at the soft feeling of his lips, one of his hands moving to gently caress your side. His head falling into the crook of your neck to softly kiss. You hum in satisfaction at his soft and sweet touches and whisper “up for a bath?” 

Lewis placed a few more kisses on your shoulder and collarbone before sitting up on his knees between your spread legs. You smile and sit up as well, placing your hand on his abdomen before placing a soft and meaningful kiss over his heart. Lewis looked down at you with such love, taking your hand on his chest into his and placing a kiss on it before whispering “Always with you darling.”

Lewis helps you out of your bed and into your bathroom that was connected to your room, his hands flipping the switch while you were already moving to the shelf in your bathroom, grabbing a few candles and setting them on the edge around your big white bathtub. You would be lying if you said you didn't miss your bathtub the most about your childhood room. 

Lewis rests his hands on your waist as you lean down to turn on the water, hot water soon pouring out and filling the bath. You giggle when you come up, your back coming flush against his chest. Lewis was quick to place a few kisses on your shoulder and whisper in your ear how beautiful you looked. You turn around and playfully scold him with a grin on your face “You're such a flirt.” 

“I prefer to say I'm just charming” Lewis smirked, using your words against you. You bit your lip and nod your head, touché. You let Lewis get into the bath first, and then you. Your body nestling between his legs and his arms wrapped around your waist as you leaned back against his chest. The two of you enjoyed a few minutes of peaceful silence as you relaxed in the warm bath, your muscles relaxing from the cardio. 

“I love you” you broke the silence as you tilted your head to look back at him. He could see the reflection of the candle burning in your eyes, and your lips were so red from all the bruising kisses the two of you shared. He brought his water-soaked hand and cups your cheek, bringing you closer and resting his forehead on the side of your head. Yes, the dinner didn't go the way the both of you wanted, but he wouldn't have changed anything because it brought the two of you here . . . in that soft moment filled with nothing but love and vanilla candles. 

“And i love you “

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