#and lando ‘joined’ the wdc battle at like half of the season

[beabnormal24]

Lando *makes a good point about racing matter, answers honestly at the interviewer’s question, gives his opinion on a topic*

People in the comments: “yes but he got beaten by Max Verstappen who was in the 3rd/4th fastest car”

[willowsnook]

Please Don't Leave (LH44)

lewis hamilton x driver!reader

please don't leave

Mini Max

That's what they called you on the grid, even though you were only two years younger than him. Your aggressive driving style was modeled after his, and you'd looked up to him since you first joined F1. Unfortunately, your approach didn’t mesh well with that of your current teammate at Mercedes: Lewis Hamilton.

Lewis, with his clean and technical style, had built his career on precision, earning seven world championships along the way. But when you joined F1 three years ago, pushing boundaries from the start, it was clear he didn’t approve.

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After Your First Race

“Lewis, what did you think about Y/N’s driving today? Pretty aggressive but paid off with a podium,” a reporter asked, and Lewis shook his head thoughtfully.

“I think she has a lot to learn,” he replied. “That kind of driving can get dangerous quickly. Sure, it paid off today, but I don’t believe it’s worth the risk.”

You heard his response through one of your engineers. While the mature thing would have been to stay quiet, you weren’t that PR-trained yet.

“Y/N, any response to your teammate’s comments about your race this weekend?” a reporter asked.

“I think I represent what’s to come in F1. You can adapt or you can retire,” you replied, leaving without taking any more questions.

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Any chance of a friendship between you two was over after that. Lewis remained civil at team events, but it was clear he didn’t like you, and you didn’t lose sleep over it. Team briefings were a battle of wills, with him challenging your methods and you defending yourself. Your styles, personalities, and outlooks couldn’t have been more different. Even media days were painfully awkward. When asked about you, Lewis would shrug off the question, and you’d pretend not to notice.

“So, Lewis, what are some of Y/N’s hobbies?” a reporter asked during one particularly rough media day. He scratched his chin, glancing over at you.

“Uh, I’m not sure. We don’t see each other much off the track,” he finally said, and you winced as the reporter fumbled to move on.

Later, Max found you, an amused smirk on his face.

“Lovely display between you and Lewis this morning,” he teased.

“Only half a season left,” you muttered. He laughed, matching your pace as you walked the track together.

“Sometimes I wonder what would’ve happened if we’d started off on the right foot,” you admitted, glancing over at him.

Max shook his head. “It wouldn’t have happened. Your styles are too opposite, and with two giant personalities, it’s impossible.”

“I know,” you sighed. “I could’ve handled it better, though.”

“Don’t feel guilty. He didn’t do anything wrong either. He just wanted someone to mentor, and you came in ready to fight.”

“You’re too good to me,” you laughed, nudging his shoulder.

“Of course, you’re my mini-me,” he said, and you both laughed.

By Singapore, the WDC was tight between you, Oscar, and Charles, all within a 50-point margin of one another. You were starting P6 today, having to take a grid penalty for a new upgrade the team had brought, but you weren’t worried. The lights went out, and you made your moves quickly, shooting up to P4 in the first lap. Everything was feeling comfortable; Lando wasn’t far in front of you, and Liam wasn’t close enough behind to make you worry. 

Just a heads up y/n, checo just passed lawson and is coming up, your engineer said to you over the radio and you noted it in your head. A few laps later he was close behind and you started to defend, not having the pace to focus on catching Lando. This was one of your best showings of defense and turn after turn you fended him off. You prepared for the next attack but he lost control, clipping your rear tire and causing you to spin out, You hit him on a spin and his car flipped over yours and over the barrier, landing upside down. Slamming into the barrier he missed, you groaned at the impact. 

Are you ok?

“I’m ok, is checo?” You asked, pulling off your steering wheel. 

No response from him yet

Your pulse quickened, looking over at the RedBull that was smashed to pieces. Pulling yourself out of the car you stumbled to the barriers climbing over, Stewards were swarming the car and held you back when you tried to get closer. You could already hear the sound of an ambulance coming and you were starting to panic. 

“Checo!,” you yelled out over and over hoping he could hear you. Someone was struggling to hold you back but you stilled as you watched the paramedics pull his unresponsive body from the car. 

Everything from that point on felt like a nightmare that wasn’t real. Your brain shut off and somehow you were back in the garage being looked over by Toto. He was saying something but you couldn’t hear him; all you could hear were the sirens and your own voice screaming out. What if he was dead? This was all your fault. He had the pace, he should have passed you but you kept fighting. You replayed the scene over and over in your head. 

Reality came crashing down on you as your eyes met dark brown ones that were filled with worry. 

“Y/n, y/n, come back to us,” Lewis was saying softly and you collapsed into him. He had one arm supporting you and another out to stop others who had started to rush towards you. Sobs racked through your body and you heard someone yell for the room to clear out. Lewis was rubbing your back gently and you were holding on to him tightly.

Eventually he leaned down and swept you off your feet, carrying you into your drivers room. He set you down on the bed in there before going to get you a water bottle to force you to drink. Your sobs had turned to hiccups and you stared at the wall as Lewis checked his phone. 

“He’s okay y/n,” he told you. “Just a concussion and a broken arm but he’s okay.” 

You nodded, letting more tears fall down your face and he wrapped his arms around you again. 

“Let me take you back to the hotel,” he murmured and you nodded, standing up to change into something more comfy. He waited for you by the door and you left with him silently, ignoring the looks of pity you were being given on the way out. 

He walked you all the way up to your room, hesitating as you swiped the key card. 

“Will you text me if you need something?” He asked concerned and you honeslty hadn’t even considered the possiblity of being alone. 

Eyes watering you responded, “please don’t leave me.” 

He nodded and followed you into the room. He started the shower for you, insisting that it would make you feel better and you stood in there for a long time just staring into the void. Finally stepping out you slipped an oversized shirt over your head and walked out into the room where Lewis was laid back on the bed, watching tv. He had changed into just a pair of sweats with a tight fitting shirt. You watched him for a little bit, him not noticing yet. Finally walking over, you felt Lewis’ eyes on you, lingering as he saw your shirt ride up your thigh. 

“Are you okay?” He asked and you looked over at him, hovering by the bed. 

“I just can’t stop thinking about it,” you replied sighing.

“Maybe you just need a distraction,” he said, eyes darkening. Your breath quickened as you debated internally what to do next; you did need a distraction and why not find it in the teammate you weren’t even going to have next year. 

Climbing onto the bed, you closed the gap between you, moving on his lap. You brought your lips to his in a slow kiss and he shifted you off of him and onto the bed, hovering above you. 

“Let me take care of you,” he murmured, kissing down your neck. His hands found the bottom of your shirt and he lifted it up, eyes widening at the sight of nothing being underneath it. “Jesus.”

“Please Lewis,” you moaned out, urging his touch to go lower. Obeying your command he moved down to your core, his tongue darting out making you groan. He assaulted your pussy eventually entering a finger into you as you were squirming underneath his touch. Your orgasm washed over you and he pulled his fingers out and moved back up to you rmouth, stopping when seeing your teary eyes. 

“Are you sure you want this?” He asked gingerly. “I didn’t want our first time to be like this.”

Your eyes widened at his statement but you were too focused on feeling him to dwell on it. 

“I need to forget,” you begged him and he gave in, crashing his lips back down to you. He pumped himself a few times before entering you and you gasped against his lips. This wasn’t the bruising, fast paced thing that you had secretly imagined once or twice before. This was something slow, almost gentle. He was fucking you like he was scared he would break you but for some reason you weren’t complaining. 

Lewis kept his lips on you, swallowing your whimpers as he picked up the pace and brought a finger down to rub your clit. You gasped as he made contact, feeling another orgasm approaching. 

“Doing so good for me sweetheart,” he rasped into your ear and you wrapped your legs around his waist. His words sent you over the edge, and you cried out, clenching around him.

His lips moved down to your neck and he sucked on your skin as you recovered, never stopping his movement. The sensitivity caused you cry out but he covered your mouth with his palm as he started to move faster.

Chasing his orgasm, he started pounding into you, groaning into your neck. Your nails found his back and you were digging in hard enough to draw blood, just trying to stay in it.

"I'm going to cum," he growled, relentlessly driving into you. Arching your back off the bed he hit a new angle that sent both of you into a climax.

Whimpering as he slid out, you pushed off the bed and headed into the bathroom; Lewis was hot on your tail. 

“Hey hey hey,” he said pulling your arm and forcing you into his chest. Sniffling you looked up at him and he brushed a tear that had fallen from your eyes. 

“I’m sorry, “ you mumbled into his chest. “I normally don’t cry after sex I promise.” 

Lewis gave you a soft smile, and you suddenly felt embarrassed about what had happened. Flustered you stepped away, turning on the shower to clean up. Lewis stepped in behind you and you stayed facing the wall.

"Y/n," he drawled. "Talk to me please."

"I just don't know what to think," you said turning around to look at him. "I almost watched someone die today and then you, the teammate that i'm constantly fighting on and off the track, were the only person I found comfort in and then we had sex."

You let out an exasperated sigh, having finished your rambling.

"And!" You exclaimed, and Lewis' eyes widened. "What the fuck did you mean by 'I didn't want our first time to be like this'?"

"Yeah," he said sheepishly. "I may have fantasized about it once or twice."

"You are insane," you said dumbfounded.

"Oh come on," he said lightly. "Every time we'd get into it, I'd think about it later when I got home and how nice it would be to fuck you into submission eventually."

His confession caught you off guard and your jaw dropped.

"Didn't really seem that way based on your performance in there," you shot back and he scoffed.

"You were literally crying as I was fucking you," he exclaimed. "What did you want me to do?"

Grabbing the back of his neck you pulled his face closer to yours, "I wanted you to make me forget."

You crashed your lips against his and his arms circled around your waist.

"Be careful what you wish for," he said, pulling you out of the shower for round two.