#if i knew he was in hamilton ever that was really in one ear out the other i guess lol. pic of george salazar cropping up in vids like hey

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secret tattoo (vol. 4) - complete

lewis hamilton

tags: smut/pwp, tattoos, rivals au, driver!reader, (former) lewis fangirl!reader, age gap (20s/30s), missionary position, lovers/friends/rivals, pull-out method, 2k words

max edition // charles edition // lando edition // toto edition

you made a face when you saw lewis cross the paddock at the start of the 2025 season. dressed in his new ferrari gear. you didn't want to admit that he looked good in red.

maybe it was because he dressed like the red flag he was. he was all smiles and waves as the press wanted the first look at the new ferrari driver. when he spoke, he sounded confident, but when he caught a glimpse of you. his expression shifted, but quickly he was smiles once more for the camera.

but you tried not to feel jealous after all, you learned long ago. to never meet your heroes.

you and lewis were friendly when you were a rookie. he took a liking to you. he once fondly said that you brought a new life into the sport and he couldn't wait to see what you could accomplish. under his praise you felt warmed like a plant in the sun. there was magnetic energy to him that drew you in.

when you were successful, he cheered you on. slaps on the back and handshakes. bright smiles and cheers over (non-alcoholic) drinks. there was a companionship. he was also the first person you spoke to after your boyfriend back home couldn't take the distance and left. you trusted lewis.

and then he took your ferrari seat. you sat dumbfounded, the only words you could hear were, ferrari isn't a place for a woman. and that lewis would be a better fit for the team. while you still had a seat on the grid with williams. a dream was shattered, and by someone you trusted.

"i'm going to beat you and i'm going to beat that stupid fucking team." you snapped at lewis, "fuck you, fuck ferrari. i hope this season is your worst." before you stomped off, your ears burned and eventually you cried in your car.

thus started one of the more intense rivalries in the last couple of years. it overshadowed anyone else. you and lewis, friends turned enemies. butted heads over every little thing.

photos of you two arguing in the paddock. him pointing to the screen while you wagged your finger at him. you both locked in a heated debate until your team principals came to break it up.

when you lost momentum at the canadian grand prix, lewis simply smiled at you and said, "keep up, or get out." and you wondered, for a brief moment, if it was possible to get away with murder in canada.

you replied, looking him dead in the eyes as you replied, "i hope you never hear your national anthem at the podium ever again."

he smiled, it wasn't a press smile. it was the reassuring smile that he gave you when you two were closer. he said, "with the way things are going. they might be playing it when i get the championship."

rivalries turned up the heat, and heat led to passion. and after a night during the summer break in monaco. you ended up in lewis' apartment. months of bitterness came to a head. and while it wasn't a shock to either one of you.

it was a shock when he got you out of your jeans and saw ink on your skin. it wasn't a shock to see a driver's number on a driver's skin. but to see his number on your skin was something else. a small inked '44' on your thigh. somewhere that he knew many didn't see.

"what is-"

"i meant to get it covered up." you crossed your arms under him. you diverted your gaze and felt hot embarrassment. you sighed, "i was a fan of yours, lewis... before we were friends... before we were this."

he placed his hand over the tattoo and said, "i guess i am really on your mind all the time." he leaned in, "i guess even my rivals think about me every day."

you shifted, "hamilton. either you fuck me or call me a cab." you still felt embarrassed.

lewis smiled and leaned in, "i know it's a lot less permanent. but i still have that key chain of your rookie year helmet on my bag."

you made a face, "you said you got rid of it." you reached out and splayed your hands across his toned chest. across the dark ink of tattoos.

he leaned in further and your hands dropped to the bed. he looked at you and said, "you think about me. i think about you. i guess we're terrible rivals." he took you by the hips, "i carry a piece of you with me. you have me tattooed on your skin." he leaned in further to capture your lips against his.

you moaned a little. there was a joke to be a made that rivals toed the line between enemies and lovers. and tonight, under the soft light of your bedroom. you were lovers. the skins of rivals were shed at the front door. when he sank his cock into you, your nails dug into his strong shoulders.

"we're terrible rivals." you said when the kiss was broken. you laid under him, you moved a little as you accommodated his size. it wasn't like you were having much sex. not while racing was on the brain. the month off in july allowed from the rivalry to explode into something new. like a fuse and a spark.

lewis chuckled, "i guess we are. but, you do look hot when you're angry. i feel like this has driven you." he held onto your hips and started to rock against you. after all the time. all these moments between you two.

you moaned at the feeling. the heat between you two. there was something so magnetic about him. still. even after everything. it was hard to stay made when he treated you with such tenderness. the sex wasn't rough the way rivals fucking should be. it wasn't tender either the way virgins would be. rather it was like the explosive fuse fizzled out and you were trying to work through your problems with sex. to let the bed frame nudge against the wall.

to feel one another in a way both of you hoped for. the layers to your relationship were dense and confusing. they were barely defined and melted together at the edges. rivals, friends, lovers, sex partners, racers. close like blood yet were out for it.

neither of you cared. there was little room to care. lewis' soft lips on your neck. your arms wrapped around him as he held onto you middle to move you up and down his cock. the moans were loud, but not loud enough to file a noise complaint. they died down when the two of you kissed deeply.

fuck ferrari. still. you felt more angry at the team than lewis. the sport was a do or die, and to be on a legacy team like that was an honor for anyone. even a legend like lewis. your nails scraped across his shoulders as the two of you moved against one another.

"shit. ah." you moaned as you arched your back a little when the pleasure started to grow in your core. you could feel the heavy pulse of pleasure in your body as the two of you continued to fuck.

"we're terrible rivals. fuck being rivals." he said as he held you closer. like you were going to slip away once more. you moaned in response and clutched onto him. a silent promise that you were going anywhere.

"we are. fuck, i still have to cover up that tattoo." you moaned.

he looked at you and shook his head a little, "no need. no need. keep it. it's a good number on you. lucky forty-four." it fed his ego, plus he wanted to see the tattoo next time you two got intimate. he knew there was going to be a next time. he said, "i didn't know you did tattoos." you had nothing else on your body.

you replied, "it was a three am decision after drinking. it was when we became friends. i was going to get my number... but then i accidentally said yours. and my stupid friends didn't say anything." you clung to him tighter.

"good choice." he said, "but if you wanted my number so badly." he whispered in your ear, "i could've given you something else with it. i know a pretty girl like you likes pretty necklaces." and you shuddered.

you two both had a vast collection of jewellery. you had worn his bracelets and he still had a pair of your earrings. fuck, you two made horrible rivals.

the two of you continued your steady pace. it wasn't rough nor was it soft. but it was steady and the consistency made the pleasure grow in your gut. it felt hot. erotic in a way that left the hammering in your chest feel present.

the kisses continued, the lust wrapped through you. the feverish heat left both of you panting for more. you needed him. he needed you. you pushed each other to new limits. even a legacy racer like lewis was pushed because of your ability to stand toe to toe with him.

you didn't just make racing fun again. you made life fun away. so any way he'd have you, he'd take. and you were the same. challenged and needed. that was what you were to each other. and it all came together in between the sheets.

you panted heavily as you looked up at him. your expression was full of bliss as you felt the shudder of pleasure in your core. you said between gulps of air, "i'm close."

you two continued. the thrusts were heavy and full of want. the pleasure between you two was heavily felt and it didn't take much longer before you held onto him tightly and came around his cock. your toes curled and your legs kicked out a little at either side of his waist.

he continued to move. his pace quickened as he felt himself close to climax. he gazed down at you. you looked beautiful under him. perfect like a sunrise that he wanted to soak in every morning. he hoped that you'd be in his life for a long while.

now you found mutual understanding. found a connection stronger than rivals. something deeper, that touched the soul. he pulled out and stroked his cock a few times until he came all over your stomach.

he tensed up for a moment as he decorated your stomach with his cum. he could feel his heartbeat in his throat as he slowed his fist around his cock to a stop. he panted heavily and swore under his breath. you both stayed there for a moment before you slowly leaned over to grab tissues to clean up.

he helped you clean and then watched you walk to the waste bin near your desk to dispose all the tissues. you walked back to the bed with shaky legs and ended up back in bed with him.

"there she is." he said as he pulled you next to him. like lovers.

you both laid curled up in one another, lewis' arms were around you and his fingers brushed against the tattoo. he hadn't forgotten about that. it was quiet in the bedroom. clothes everywhere and the lights low. the lingering feeling of sex and the fallout after climax.

"we need to talk." he said as he traced imaginary patterns across your back. he looked down at you while you looked up towards him, "this.. this can't keep going on like this. we'll kill each other before anything else. he swallowed, "i'm hoping that we can go back to how it was."

you cupped his face and rubbed your thumb across his cheek. you stared at him for a moment. you wanted it to go back to the way it was. you hoped there was mutual ground to be found.

as much as you wanted the seat in ferrari, as much as it angered you. you yearned for his company, and not just in the bedroom. he was a better ally than an rival. you leaned up to kiss him on the lips as you said, "we can try... but you have a lot to make up for." <3

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sources of good men wanted clips

^ a reel from the choreographer, good men wanted at 1:45

^ new york stage and film video with clips at 2:14 (dancing) and 8:18 (curtain call)

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Ooooh can you please do reader is Lewis daughter and she’s a big daddy’s girl and she has everyone wrapped around her finger, including the stoic Toto?

AHH! I had so much fun writing this. I love the idea of Lewis being a girl dad. I hope y'all enjoy reading this and send me some requests!

-XoXo

Daddy's little love

“Who is your favourite Disney Princess, Baby?” asked Anthony, Lewis’ dad, to his 4-year-old granddaughter. Cassie, who was busy getting her beautiful, long, curly hair done by her grandmother Linda, turned to Anthony with the biggest grin on her face.

“Tiana,” she proudly stated. “TIANA? Why’s that, hm?” he asked her, now sporting the same huge grin as the girl in the living room. “Because she is the prettiest of them all. And her prince is better than the other ones. OH, and their friends are so cool, because Ray is a firefly and his wife is a star. And their other friend, the crocodile, Louis, can play the trumpet. Oh, and Mama Odie makes the best gumbo in the whole wide world,” she answered, running towards Anthony.

The older Hamilton immediately picked her up, sitting little Cassie in front of him on the kitchen counter. “Ohh, is that so, young lady?” he jokingly asked her. “UHU,” she answered with a duh-tone. “Really?” “Uhu.” “Really.” Now the game between Cassie and her Poppy started.

Linda, who knew that this little game of theirs could go on for hours, called towards the young girl. “Cassie, honey, we still need to do your hair.” “But I don’t wanna, Loveyyyyy,” whined the 4-year-old. “Nuhu, don’t even look at me with those puppy eyes of yours,” she told her. However, Cassie tried to find a way out of the situation. “But why can’t Daddy do it for me?” she whined again. “You know why, Baby. Daddy can’t make those braids that you like,” Anthony answered, sensing the beginning of a little tantrum.

Both Anthony and Linda knew that Cassie hated getting her hair done. If the young Hamilton could, she would always have it open. However, with the hot weather and her playing the whole time with her cousins in the garden, everyone knew it was better to braid it back.

Before anyone could say anything else, a figure appeared in the doorway. “What’s that I’m hearing about Daddy?” asked Lewis, who was finally back home after the Mexican GP. He looked tired but happy. “DADDY!” squealed the young girl, immediately running towards her father with outstretched arms. Lewis, who knew his daughter better than himself, picked her up in his arms and held her close, releasing a sigh of relief now that he finally had his baby back in his arms. Her laughter was like music to his ears, and he couldn’t help but smile as she giggled like crazy while he kissed her cheeks repeatedly.

After a moment, he stopped and greeted her with the biggest smile ever. “Hello, my little love,” he said, his voice filled with warmth and affection. He could feel the stress of the race melting away as he held her.

Remembering the conversation he walked into, he carefully petted her hair and told her, “Go on, love. Let Lovey finish your hair, then we can go outside swimming.” Cassie pouted, her lower lip jutting out adorably. “But Daddy—” she began, her eyes wide with pleading. “Nuh-uh, Honey. Don’t even try it with me,” Lewis said, his tone gentle but firm. Cassie released the biggest sigh on earth before stomping towards her grandmother, her tiny feet making exaggerated thuds on the floor.

Thankfully, her older cousin Willow was also now in the living room, so the two cousins could play a game while Linda finished the two Dutch braids. Willow, always the patient one, smiled and pulled out a board game, setting it up on the coffee table. “Come on, Cassie, let’s play while Grandma finishes your hair,” she said, her voice soothing.

Lewis, who was watching the whole situation with an amused smile, turned towards his father and hugged him. “It’s good to have you back, boy,” Anthony whispered in his ear, his voice thick with emotion. “It’s good to be back, Dad,” Lewis answered while releasing the hug. He felt a wave of gratitude for his family, who always supported him no matter what.

After a moment, Lewis’s face turned serious, and he looked at his dad. “Hey, can we talk for a minute?” he asked. Anthony, sensing the gravity of the situation, turned his full attention to his son. With an encouraging nod, Lewis began.

“Dad, you know how important the Brazil Grand Prix is for me, right? This year, I was thinking of taking Cassie with me. This race isn’t just significant for me, but also for Mercedes. Plus, it’s my last year with the team,” he explained, his voice tinged with emotion.

Anthony took a deep breath, gathering his thoughts before responding. “Lewis, I understand how crucial this race is for you, but why do you feel the need to take Cassie with you?” he asked, his brow furrowed in concern.

“Well, Dad, it’s going to be such a meaningful race for me, and I want my favorite person there with me. Besides, the team and the other drivers are always asking about her. And Gloria, you know, Cassie’s babysitter, will also be there. She can watch over her while I’m racing,” Lewis replied, his eyes pleading for understanding.

Anthony paused for a moment, considering his son’s words. “Okay, I think that’s a really sweet idea. And we both know how much Cassie loves traveling with her daddy,” he said with a warm smile.

“Thanks, Dad. I guess I just needed to hear from someone that my idea isn’t completely insane,” Lewis said, relief washing over his face.

“No, don’t worry about it. Now go tell the little princess the good news,” Anthony encouraged, giving his son a reassuring pat on the back.

After an uneventful flight and a good nights rest, the little trio entered the paddock the next morning. Cassie clutched her father’s hand tightly as they walked into the bustling paddock. The young girl, with her curly hair bouncing in the warm breeze, wore a bright purple cap that read "Daddy's little Champion". It was a sea of activity, with mechanics, engineers, and media personnel buzzing around. This was Cassie’s first time attending a race outside of Silverstone, and her wide eyes took in every detail with a mix of awe and excitement.

Lewis,, was a seasoned pro in this environment, but today he felt a bit different. He was not just a world-class driver; he was an overprotective dad. He kept a close eye on Cassie, making sure she stayed close and safe amidst the chaos. The media quickly noticed the duo, and cameras started flashing, capturing the tender moments between father and daughter.

Lewis’s smile was tight as he waved politely to the cameras, but inside, he was less than thrilled about the attention. He had always been protective of Cassie, and the thought of her being in the spotlight made him uneasy. He bent down to her level, his voice gentle but firm. “Stay close to me, okay, Cassie? There’s a lot going on here.”

Cassie nodded, her curly hair bouncing with the movement. “Okay, Daddy.”

Beside them, Gloria, the babysitter, walked with a calm demeanor. At around 50 years old, she had a reassuring presence that both Lewis and Cassie appreciated. Gloria had been with the family for a while and knew how to keep Cassie entertained and safe. She smiled at Cassie, holding out a small toy car. “Look, Cassie, it’s just like Daddy’s car!”

Cassie’s face lit up as she took the toy, momentarily distracted from the overwhelming environment. Lewis gave Gloria a grateful nod. “Thanks, Gloria. I don’t know what we’d do without you.”

Gloria chuckled softly. “Just doing my job, Lewis. You focus on the race; I’ll keep an eye on our little racer here.”

As they made their way through the paddock, more media attention followed. Lewis did his best to shield Cassie from the cameras, but it was clear that their presence was a big deal. He sighed inwardly, wishing for a bit more privacy for his daughter. But seeing Cassie’s excitement and knowing Gloria was there to help made it all worthwhile.

“Alright, Cassie,” Lewis said, lifting her up so she could see over the crowd. “Let’s go find a good spot to watch the race. It’s going to be an exciting day.”

Cassie giggled, her nervousness melting away as she felt the familiar comfort of her father’s arms. With Gloria by their side, they were ready to face the day, media attention and all.

As they walked to the Garage, Cassie's wide eyes took in the sight of the famous cars, the hustle of the crew and the vibrant colours of the team uniforms. Other drivers like Lando, Charles, George and Daniel, couldn't help but stop and admire the adorable little girl.

"Hey there, little champ!" Lando said, waving at her. "Are you going to cheer for your dad today?"

Cassie giggled and nodded. "He's the fastes!" she declared proudly, causing the drivers to melt at her sweetness. They all exchanged smiles, and for a moment, the competitive spirit of Formula 1 seemed to fade into the background, replaced by the warmth of Cassie's innocent joy.

As Lewis, Cassie and Gloria approached the Mercedes garage, Lewis introduced Cassie to his team principal. Toto, the usually angry Austrian, was particularly taken with her. "Well, if it isn't the youngest member of our team!" he said, picking her up and placing her on his lap. "How would you like to be the team principal for the day?"

Cassie's eyes widened in amazement. "Really? I can be in charge?" she squealed, bouncing slightly in excitement. Lewis, who was busy talking to Bono, turned towards his daughter and reminded her again : "Cassie, inside voice, ok?" "Sorry Daddy" she apologised cutely, warming Lewis heart at the sight of her.

Toto brought her attention back to their conversation. “Absolutely! You can help make all the important decisions,” Toto replied, grinning. He handed her a small headset, and Cassie put it on, feeling like a true boss.

“Okay, Cassie,” Toto continued, “let’s make sure the drivers are ready. We need to keep an eye on them!”

Cassie nodded seriously, trying her best to mimic the serious expressions of the adults around her. As she sat on Toto’s lap, she observed the team preparing for the race, her little fingers tapping away on the radio as if she were giving commands.

“Driver 44, are you ready?” she said into the headset, mimicking what she had heard the engineers say. The team chuckled at her adorable seriousness, and Lewis turned to give her a thumbs-up from across the garage.

As the pre-race festivities continued, Cassie found herself surrounded by the other drivers, who were all charmed by her presence. Daniel knelt down in front of her. “So, what’s your strategy for today?” he asked playfully.

“I think Daddy should go really fast and win!” she replied, her face lighting up with confidence. The drivers laughed, and Daniel gave her a mock salute. “A solid plan, Commander Cassie!”

Soon, it was time for the drivers to head to the grid. Toto carefully lifted Cassie off his lap and placed her back on the ground. “Are you ready to watch your dad race?” he asked her.

“Yay! Go, Daddy!” she cheered, waving her arms enthusiastically. Lewis leaned down to give her a kiss on the forehead before heading out to the grid. "I love you, my little love" he called back to her. "I love you more" she yelled. Turning towards his daughter, he said : "Impossible" before continuing his way. Their interaction gained laugher throughout the garage.

As the race began, Cassie was glued to the edge of her seat in the team hospitality area, her small hands gripping the railing as she watched the cars zoom past. With each lap, her excitement grew. “Go, Daddy! You can do it!” she shouted, her voice ringing out amidst the cheers of the crowd.

The race unfolded with thrilling intensity. Lewis battled fiercely against his competitors, maneuvering through tight corners and executing perfect overtakes. Cassie’s eyes were wide with awe as she watched her father, the adrenaline coursing through her tiny body with each lap.

During a particularly tense moment, where Lewis found himself in a tight spot battling for position, Cassie gasped and clutched the railing. “Come on, Daddy! You got this!” she yelled, her voice carrying over the noise of the engines.

Her encouragement seemed to resonate, as Lewis managed to pull off an incredible move, taking the lead. The crowd erupted in cheers, and Cassie jumped up and down, her laughter mingling with the roars of the fans.

“Look, Cassie! Your daddy’s in front!” Gloria said, smiling at her enthusiasm. She was having the time of her life, completely unaware of the high stakes of the race, so focused on her father’s performance.

As the race neared its conclusion, the tension was palpable. Lewis was vying for the victory, and Cassie could feel the excitement in the air. She leaned over the railing, her heart racing as the final laps approached. “You can do it, Daddy! Just go faster!” she shouted, her little fists clenched in determination.

When Lewis crossed the finish line, victorious once again, the roar of the crowd was deafening. Cassie squealed with delight, jumping up and down in sheer joy. “He did it! He won!” she exclaimed, clapping her hands together.

After the race, Lewis hurried to the team area, where Cassie was waiting, her face glowing with pride. He scooped her up in his arms, spinning her around. “Did you see that, Cassie? We did it!” he exclaimed, his heart swelling with happiness.

“You were the best, Daddy! I knew you could win!” she said, her eyes shining with admiration.

As the celebrations continued, Cassie found herself the center of attention. The drivers gathered around her, congratulating Lewis and showering her with affection. “You’re an amazing little team principal, Cassie,” Charles said, ruffling her hair.

Cassie beamed, soaking in all the praise. “I told him to go fast!” she said proudly, and the drivers laughed, each one charmed by her innocence and enthusiasm.

As the sun began to set over Brazil, casting a warm glow over the paddock, Lewis took Cassie aside. “You know, today was special not just because we won, but because I got to share it with you,” he said softly.

“I had the best day, Daddy! Can we come to every race together?” she asked, her eyes wide with hope.

“Of course, sweet pea. Every race, if you want. You’ll always be my lucky charm,” Lewis replied, giving her a warm hug.

The day ended with fireworks illuminating the sky, and Cassie watched in awe, her heart full. She had stepped into a world of speed and excitement, and in doing so, had forged an unforgettable bond with her father. As they headed back to their hotel, Cassie rested her head on Lewis’s shoulder, dreaming of race tracks and fast cars, knowing that this was just the beginning of their adventures tog

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I do, I do, I do | Spencer Reid x Reader

In which spencer proposes to you.

Absolutely tooth rotting fluff

Contents: Head over heels spence, pet names (honey, angel, darling...)

Warning: none!

a/n: title is a reference to "helpless" from Hamilton & there's a scene inspired by "the tortured poets department" (can u tell I love music?). This is my favorite fic I have ever written.

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You and Spencer have been dating for 5 years now and, since last year, the team had begun asking the two of you - especially Reid - when were you guys going to “tie the knot”. You and Spencer had talked about it, both agreeing that you both did want to get married, but we’re not in a rush.

Now, you’re at Spencer's house getting ready for one of Rossi's famous dinners. When you look through the mirror, you see Spencer leaning against the door, watching you getting ready while he cuffs the sleeves of his black button-up shirt.

“You’re looking divine angel”

“Thank you honey” You say, turning to him “By the way, this is your last chance to kiss me, unless you also want to wear some red lipstick to Rossi’s”

He giggles, giving you a quick peck on the lips before leaving the bathroom to let you finish getting ready.

Later that night, you, Spencer and the rest of the team are all sitting at the dining table, talking and laughing. This is one of those few, but extremely special moments in which you guys forget all the horrors that happen at work and just are happy together.

You’re in an extremely exciting talk with Garcia about the latest fashion news, a topic that both of you really loved when you feel Spencer playing with your hands, something he usually did, so you did not pay much attention to it. But, at a point you felt him place the small ring he sometimes wore on your finger, specifically your left ring finger, the one you put wedding rings on. When you looked down at it, your heart almost stopped.

He leaned closer to whisper in your ear “It looks perfect on you” and then took it off, continuing to talk to Morgan about… Something. If you were to be honest, after that, you spaced out for a couple seconds, your heartbeat seemed so loud that it replaced all the other sounds around you.

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2 months later, you’re remembering this moment as you get ready for a very suspicious dinner date with Spencer. Since what happened on Rossi's get together, you knew he was thinking about it and started your detective work to try and figure out when it might happen.

You had asked - no, begged Morgan and Penelope for any kind of clue. It's not that you wanted to know exactly when and where, you just needed a clue to know how to prepare yourself. After a while, you just gave up and decided to let it happen.

You became suspicious when Spencer asked Hotch for you both to have a day off, something you both rarely requested. He also bought you a Vivienne Westwood dress you had been eying for years now.

“Spencer Reid, you did not. Oh my god you're crazy” You said as you opened the box

“Did you like it?”

“Are you kidding? I love it, thank you so much” You say, leaning in to embrace him in a tight hug

“Maybe I can take you to dinner this Saturday, and you can wear it” He says between giggles because of how wide your smile was, oh how he loved pampering you.

“Sounds perfect honey”

Now, finally the day you had been so excited for. Could Spencer just have felt like giving you the dress? Yes, but for some reason you felt there was more to it. Maybe the way he spent the whole day trying to hide how nervous he is, the way he’s letting you take your sweet time getting ready, saying things like “don’t rush honey” or the mysterious call he received from Morgan earlier that day but you were sure something was going to happen.

You finish getting ready and get into the car with him, he’s showering you with compliments the whole way. When he stops the car something is off, this is not a restaurant, in the dark you can’t really make out where you are but it seems familiar.

He gets out of the car, going around and opening the door for you, helping you get out. He walks you to the entrance of the place and opens the door that you now have recognized to be the library you two loved and also the place we’re he finally asked you out on a date after years of secretly-not-so-secretly being in love with you. Only now, there was a small round table there, with lit candles and a table set for two.

The shock made you not realize that Spencer had now let go of your hand, as you look to your side, you're met with your boyfriend down on one knee and a small velvet box in his hand.

“Honey, I have loved you since I first laid eyes on you. You’ve been my best friend, the best thing that ever happened to me, you make all the crazy stuff we go through easier, because we’re goin through it together. There’s no one I would rather live life with than you, so will you marry me?”

“Spencer..” That’s the only thing you manage to say, shocked and feeling a kind of happiness you never experienced before. “Of course I will. Oh my god I love you so much” You say, pulling on his arm so he stands up and you kiss him deeply. Feeling an amount of love you never thought was possible.

Once you pull away, he places the delicate ring on your hand and kisses you again. And all you can think is how you can’t wait to spend the rest of your life with him.

[bonbonly]

producer lewis who makes a sex tape with you and sends the tape to jenson. lewis attaches a note that says something like "can't wait to hear your thoughts about this xx" because he's a cocky little shit. after jenson watches the tape, he calls lewis saying he has some thoughts and they should meet up to discuss them. lewis and jenson then surprise you, the star of the tape, with dinner and a show.

hehehehehe finally got on my laptop!

bon's thoughts (18+)

film critic!jenson's at his desk. he's writing a new article about your film that had just come out a few days ago. he's going easy on you for now, you hadn't done anything to anger him nor had you showed up at his office grumbling about something he had written. he chews his pen, glancing from his computer to the window where he sees one of his female colleagues chatting away about what she did for vacation. she was cute, he gives that to her, but he never has the energy to go and ask for her number. not when you were visiting him. not when you would go two steps further to push him to the edge before going down on his cock. he chuckles at the past memories, closing his laptop to head out for a small lunch break when the door swings open. it's the cute colleague and she tucks a strand of her hair behind her ear, handing him a small package.

"it's for you, jenson!" she chirps, setting the box down and sliding it over across his desk, "it's from producer hamilton. said you should check this out!"

jenson raises an eyebrow, nodding his head and thanking her. he opens the box, it's small and could almost pass as a ring box which could be hamilton's attempt as a cruel joke and there jenson sees a flashdrive. ah, flashdrives. jenson's starting to get a good idea of what this could be about and he stands up, closing the blinds to his office. he peers through to see the cute girl heading to the break room and jenson frowns. he tosses the flashdrive into the air a couple times, debating what he should use his lunch time for and ultimately decides that if hamilton was going out of his way to contact him after years, it had to be pretty important. he sits back down at his desk, fingers drumming against the wood and a slip of paper catches his eye. he pulls it out, admiring how firm it felt and read its contents:

any thoughts? i'm sure you'll hate missing out on this - l.h.

his eyes flicker to the flashdrive once more, hands already on its way to open his laptop and plug it in. clicking on the file explorer, he drags the mouse over the flashdrive's name on the side of the screen. there's only one video. the thumbnail makes his eyes wide, a small surprised laugh slipping past his lips. it's you on your knees, tongue out with cum dripping down your face. oh he has to see this.

an actual full sex tape. jenson's not really shocked that you'd eventually have made one, everyone in hollywood knows your reputation. he still can't get behind the fact that you actually agreed to be in one, though. unless hamilton tricked you, but even that was unlikely. you were smart, very smart. you wouldn't ever put yourself in this position unless you knew what would happen. 45 minutes long. jenson can't even explain what's happening in front of him. he feels like he's actually there, watching lewis throw you onto the bed and spit on your cunt. he can see the tattoos on his hand, his fingers massaging your sensitive pearl as you're tied to the bed, bucking your hips and whining, begging to cum.

"such a fucking whore, god," lewis groans, and he sets the camera up on the nightstand. his hands roam over your body, squeezing every piece of fat he can find. his mouth's on your tits, biting on your nipples as you yelp out loud, tears streaming down your face, "if you weren't so talented, i would've kept you as my personal slut, fuck."

jenson can't see lewis's face but he knows the man must be grinning ear to ear as he sees you fighting against the restraints, wanting to touch him. he slots himself between your legs, pulling his throbbing dick from his boxers and stroking himself. he spits on your cunt for the second time, letting his cock slide along your folds. you're whimpering, pleading with him to be fucked.

"and why should I?" lewis mocks, "you've been fucked by almost everybody here, what difference does it make if i don't?"

your voice, despite being muffled, is clear to jenson's ears, "you're the best, lewis, you always stretch me out so good, no one else can."

jenson rolls his eyes, knowing damn well that you had to be lying. he bites his knuckles, palming himself as he continues to watch. lewis laughs, finally sinking his cock inside you and you're already arching your back, crying in joy as he sets a steady pace. his thrusts are slow but deep, each one making your tits bounce so deliciously that jenson wishes it was him, not lewis, fucking you. he pauses the video, shutting his laptop down since he's seen quite enough and smiles to himself, it's a really shitty thing to do but he can't stop himself anymore.

"what a wonderful film," you exclaim, your arm linked with jenson. you glance between the man next to you and lewis, "you never told me how you guys know each other."

lewis smirks, "everyone knows each other here, sweetheart. don't act dumb."

jenson snickers, "i have to say lewis, you made me jealous there. best fuck she's ever had, really? i'm sure i could prove her wrong," and you frown, eyes snapping to lewis about why jenson knows about the tape but before you can ask, the two men are redirecting you down the street to a restaurant for dinner. once inside, you're tapping your foot impatiently, glaring at lewis.

"ok, i'm going to be really nice here and ask-"

"oh, look at the appetizers aren't they delicious?" jenson asks, bringing your hand to his lips as he kisses each finger, shoving the menu to your face to distract you. lewis shifts his chair closer to you, letting his arm wrap around your waist as his hand comes up to grope at your tits. you're biting your lip, squeezing your thighs together as you keep glancing between the two of them.

"what are you both doing?" you whisper, leaning into jenson as his lips travel up to your neck, "papparazi could see, anyone could see!"

"anyone could see the sex tape," lewis points out, his thumb brushing over your pert nipples through the thin fabric of your dress. you hold back a whine, brows furrowing,

"yeah i know, im well aware of that, but i couldn't give a shit about it right now... we should just eat dinner and get out of here, take this back to my hotel room," you scoff, gasping as jenson bites down onto your neck before sucking gently. your eyes gaze up at the ceiling, slowly travelling down when you meet a cold, hard gaze from a set of big brown eyes.

it's carlos sainz, his jaw going taut as he sees what's happening across the restaurant. his hand is just about ready to shatter the glass of wine he's holding up to his lips. he's with some associates, not interested in what they were talking about because his eyes were on you. watching what you're doing... especially with hamilton fondling your tits so openly in public. you gulp, feeling jenson smile against your cheek as he gives you a quick kiss.

"im hungry, what about you?" he asks.

[just-some-random-blogger]

You'll Remember You Belong To Me

Loving and leaving Daemon were the two best things you ever did in your life. He disagrees with the latter, however, and is convinced you'll come back.

Mafia!Daemon Targaryen x Estranged!Reader | 1k+ | cw: fem!reader, modern au, toxic!Daemon, mom!reader, exes trope, manipulation, typos, etc.

A/N: HI everyone. it's been so long since I've written anything ): I JUST CANT WRITE HUHUH but inspiration struck me so im running with it!! this is inspired by You'll Be Back from Hamilton so I suggest you give it a listen! Also it's kinda fucked up so read dis with care!!!!

Tagging: @pinksirensong @aralezinspace @sloanexx @delicious-xx @deniixlovezelda @targaryenmoony @risefallrise @slavyanskiyahui @thebullship @sa3losa

"Papa!" a hushed but excited voice calls.

Daemon grins and gets down on one knee. The little boy with burning white hair runs towards his papa's open arms and jumps into them.

Daemon embraces and kisses his son. He then throws him over his shoulder as he stands, making him giggle. The man asks as he head over to the open door, "where's mummy?"

"Cooking with Vivi."

"Oh," Daemon walks inside and takes his shoes off, "do you and Visenya help mummy cook?"

The boy cheers, way too loudly to his father's taste, "YES!"

Daemon immediately hushes the boy and sets him down. The boy is red in the face and giggling. Daemon gives him a lopsided smile and brushes his bangs out of his face, "remember what I told you, lovie? About keepin' a low profile."

The boy nods, "it's our secret mission," he raises a finger to his lips, "a surprise for mummy!"

Daemon chuckles, "very good, Baelon."

Baelon grins from ear to ear.

"Now, before we surprise mummy, tell me where you put the phone I gave you."

"I hid it underneath my toy box! Mummy never looks there."

Daemon pinches his son's cheeks, "good boy."

Baelon giggles under his breath.

"Remember not to let your mother catch you when I call again, okay?"

He nods.

"Right," Daemon stands, "you can go tell mummy daddy's home now."

With that, Baelon runs off and practically busts a lung screaming, "PAPA'S HERE!"

Daemon follows the child, and hears a high pitched squeal from the kitchen. Soon enough, his beloved Visenya is running towards him, "PAAAPPPAAAAAAAAAA!!!!"

Daemon scoops up the little girl in his arms and covers her face with kisses, "ah, my baby girl."

He twirls the girl around and after a 360, he is met with a deathly glare. Daemon smirks, "hello, baby girl."

"I am not your baby girl," you snap as you march towards him. You mutter under a groan, "and you're not supposed to be here."

Visenya tightens her arms around her father's neck. At a point, her blonde hair looks like it was Daemon's. He blows a raspberry onto her neck, his eyes on you the entire time, "my place is where my family is."

It takes everything in you not to explode, but you don't; you'd never do that in front of your kids.

Daemon knew that well.

That didn't stop you speaking your mind though, "this is from the man that uprooted our life in King's Landing because of a business plan gone wrong."

That makes Daemon tick. He puts down Visenya, much to her displeasure. The girl claws at Daemon's jeans, wanting to be in the arms of her father again but is ultimately ignored. "You knew what you were getting into when you married me."

"That's why I know better than to let the man I once loved conceal, lie, and cheat on me."

Your words really sink into him when you pick up Visenya when she burst into tears. Of course, she wanted nothing to do with you and so desperately clawed out to him, but the image was really sobering.

At least for a moment.

"Give her to me," Daemon says.

You glare at him and mouth threats laced with curse words.

Baelon runs up to him with a toy bus, "papa, can we play?"

Daemon looks down at his son and smiles. He crouches down, "of course, darling," he looks up at you, "we'll play with Vivi."

Visenya immediately wrangles out of your arms and you have no choice but to set her down.

As much as you wanted to grind his guts, you knew your children loved their dad. They so obviously missed him dearly.

Daemon sprawls belly-down on the floor without hesitation. Visenya and Baelon fall into their usual play mode and you take a deep breath before heading back to the kitchen to finish cooking.

By the time you were finished and calling for them and their joke-of-a-father to come to the table for lunch, you find yourself alone by the dining table waiting for seemingly nothing.

You were about to go get your kids, that is until Daemon walked over.

Your face immediately morphs into distaste. It makes Daemon chuckle, "that bad?"

"Where are my babies?"

"Our babies are napping," he says, pulling a chair back. He sits down and tilts his head, "I'm here though."

You make a disgusted face.

Daemon laughs. He missed your face very much.

You cross your arms, "what did you do to them?"

"You're accusing me of doing something to my children?" he chuckles in disbelief as places a hand on his chest.

"They never need to take naps."

Daemon shrugs, "you don't play with them hard enough."

He realizes his mistake when your face contorts.

"I didn't hurt them," he waves his hands, "I just made them chase each other around until they burned out."

"Good then," you point to the door, "leave."

He narrows his eyes in offence, "I promised I'd be here when they woke up."

You throw your head back in laughter, though you found no amusement in his words, "that wouldn't be the first time you lied."

"I've never lied to Baelon or Visenya."

"You think you deserve a consolation for that?" you snap, turning around to lean on the sink. You wash your hands even though you've just washed them, "I told you I would leave. I told you I would leave you if you kept up your bullshit."

Daemon stands and walks towards you.

You don't look back but you knew he was closing in. You didn't need to look; you could feel him. You knew exactly what he would do because you knew him like the back of your hand.

This was why before he could do anything, you turned away and flicked water into his face.

Daemon stills in his spot, taken off-guard.

You decide to finish cleaning up before you eat.

He wipes his face, "and I told you you'll be back."

You scoff as you tidy the counter, "am I the one crawling back?"

"Is that what you want?" Daemon raises a brow as he walks over.

You still in your spot when he drops to his knees.

"I'll crawl and beg," he whispers as if it was something solemn.

You watch him inch closer and before you have the brain to move, you let out a gasp when he grabs your thigh.

It didn't help that his palms were warm and your skin was cool from wearing shorts and damp from washing dishes. It didn't help that you hadn't been touched for so long and that your skin grew goosebumps.

It didn't help that he had it all figured out.

He kissed your thigh once and the next moment, he had you pressed against the counter, nose to nose, forehead to forehead, nearly lips to lips.

Daemon traps you between his arms, hands gripping the counter on both your sides.

You could smell him so clearly now. It did something to your stomach. Your hands wanted to instinctively reach out to him, but you thanked the gods you knew better than that.

"I'll atone for my sins whichever way you want," he murmurs, "just let me see my kids."

You press your hands on his chest, ready to pull him away, "I know better than to believe you."

Daemon waits for you to push him back. When you don't, he doesn't hide his smile. He grins and takes your hands, kissing them.

Your breath is pulled out of your lungs.

He shakes his head, "you don't have to believe me. You just have to watch me."

It wasn't right, but the feeling of his lips on your skin was too familiar to resist. Daemon kisses your hands, up to your wrists, up to your shoulders, then your lips were trapped between his teeth and you were pulling him in.

The only reason you stopped was because Visenya walked in on you, scratching her eye, asking if she could have help getting a plate of food.

You watch as Daemon smiles at her. You watch as your daughter giggles as her papa gives her a plate and kisses her cheek before telling her he's going to go wake her brother up.

You watch as he carries Baleon and sits him down next to him. You watch him dote on them and it nearly makes you forgive and forget all he's done.

Daemon knows better than to think you'd do anything of the sort.

And even though you sit across from him holding a look of spite, he gives smirks back and prepares you a plate.

[starkwlkr]

the perfect dad | lewis hamilton

warnings: child loss, depression, online hate (if these topics are sensitive to you, please don’t read, your health is much more important!!)

The day Y/n and Lewis met, it felt magical, those were her exact words. It was 2008, a year after his F1 debut. Y/n, at the time, didn’t know anything about the sport other than the cars go really fast and there’s a world champion every year. She worked as a presenter alongside Natalie Pinkham. It took one interview for Lewis Hamilton to fall in love with Y/n L/n. After their interview, Lewis asked her out and from then on, they were named the paddock’s it couple.

Their relationship was made public after Lewis won his first championship and kissed Y/n on live tv. It became a regular occurrence for them. After every race win, Lewis would be interviewed by his girlfriend and interrupt her for a kiss.

The year was 2011 and after three years of dating, Lewis had proposed to Y/n and of course she said yes. The wedding was small with only close family and friends attending. Their perfect family was slowly forming and that’s all they could ever hope for.

Five months after the wedding, Y/n and Lewis found out the incredible news. They were going to be parents to a little boy or girl. Lewis immediately started buying baby related items and asked his father and brother for help on the nursery even if Y/n had no visible bump yet.

“We’re going to be parents!” Lewis kissed Y/n’s lips as he held the pregnancy test in his hands.

“The baby is going to be so loved.” Y/n smiled.

Everything was going perfectly fine. Y/n and Lewis went to all the checkups, Y/n read any books in order to prepare while Lewis dealt with baby proofing their entire house. They were more than ready for Baby Hamilton.

When the day finally came, Y/n was scared. She held onto Lewis’ hand tightly as the doctors and nurses motivated her to push. Her body ached and sweat began to form on her face.

“You can do this, love, you’re the strongest woman I know. Think about our little baby. They’ll be here soon.” Lewis whispered in her ear then gave her a kiss.

“Lew, I’m tired.” Y/n replied, breathing heavily.

“I know and I’m so sorry I can’t take your pain away. You can do this, Y/n, just a few more pushes.” Lewis said.

It felt like forever, but Baby Hamilton had finally arrived, the only problem was that neither Y/n or Lewis heard any baby cries. Y/n looked over at Lewis, who was just as confused as his wife.

“Where’s our baby, Lewis? I can’t hear them.” Y/n started to sit up, but the nurses told her calm down and sit back down. “No, I want my baby. Where are you taking them?”

Lewis instantly knew what had happened. Baby Hamilton didn’t even take their first breath. Lewis took his wife into his arms and let her cry as the doctors took their baby away.

“Our baby. . .” Y/n sobbed as Lewis held her. His heart had broken into millions of pieces. Why did it have to happen to him and Y/n?

For six months, Y/n stayed in her and Lewis’ room. She became a stranger. She skipped out races making the media believe that her and Lewis had divorced. Everytime a friend or family member reached out to her, she would push them away. Lewis tried his hardest to talk to her, but she would either kick him out of their room or leave the house then return an hour later.

It was supposed to be Baby Hamilton’s seventh month when Lewis finally got Y/n out of the house. Y/n had apologized to her husband for pushing him away when they were both grieving the loss of their baby.

“Baby Hamilton is with us always.” Lewis showed Y/n a tattoo that he had recently gotten last weekend. It was Baby Hamilton’s birth date along with a tiny heart. The tattoo was on his wrist so whenever he missed his child, which was often, he looked down at the ink and remember them.

“I love you, Lewis.”

After their talk, Y/n and Lewis got changed and dressed to go out to a restaurant to eat. It wasn’t one of those fancy ones that Lewis took Y/n whenever it was an birthday or anniversary or just because he felt like it. It was a small restaurant that sold vegan food that both Lewis and Y/n loved so much.

“Taste this,” Y/n held up her sandwich for Lewis to taste. He took one bite and stole the sandwich from Y/n’s hands. “Hey! You ordered the wrap!”

“But this one tastes good too! I’ll order you another one, love.” Lewis got up and walked to the counter to order another sandwich. While he was gone, Y/n could hear camera clicks and saw flashing lights from the corner of her eye. Paparazzi had found them. Of course every celebrity hated paparazzi, but Y/n absolutely despised them.

She felt uncomfortable as her body had obviously changed from the pregnancy and from her not taking good care of it after. She tried to ignore it, but soon some paparazzi had yelled out her name. It was impossible to ignore now.

“Y/n! You look different! Tell Lewis to order you more food, you look skinny!”

That was all it took for her to start crying.

When Lewis returned, he saw the paparazzi outside. “Let’s go home, come on.” He said and took off his hoodie. He gave the hoodie to Y/n and as she put it on, he asked a waiter for boxes to take their food home. “Ignore them, we’ll be home soon.”

As they left the restaurant, the paparazzi got more pictures of Y/n hiding her face from the camera. It was clear that she had lost tons of weight after the pregnancy. As Lewis opened the car door for her, a man called out for Y/n once again.

“Mate, fuck off.” Lewis said and walked to his side of the car. On their way home, Y/n ranted to Lewis about how the paparazzi makes her feel and him being the best husband, he listened to every word she had to say.

When they arrived home, Y/n walked into the house, Lewis slowly followed her. He was picturing them coming home from lunch of dinner with Baby Hamilton in a stroller. That was his version of a great day.

“It’s too quiet here, Lew. I don’t like it.” Y/n sighed.

“I know, I’m sorry.” Lewis grabbed her hand and together they walked to their shared bedroom. Baby Hamilton’s nursery was right across from their bedroom. It remained untouched ever since Lewis and his father finished painting the walls and installing the furniture.

“We are going to get through this, Lewis Hamilton. I know we are.” Y/n faced her husband.

A new year came and so did new changes. Y/n still remained with returned back to work with Sky Sports F1 and Lewis was still with Mercerdes. After every race, Lewis would look down at his wrist and see the date that belonged to Baby Hamilton.

“Well Lewis, it’s been a hectic week for you, where to start, but firstly I want to ask about something the fans noticed you’ve been doing at every race and that is you kiss your wrist before getting into your car. Is there any meaning behind that?” A lady from ESPN asked him during the Monza Grand Prix.

“There is a meaning and it’s something only my wife and I know about. It’s something to represent that my child, who is now looking down at me, is always with me. It’s to represent that no matter what, I’m always going to be their dad.” Lewis proudly stated.

Y/n watched from a tv inside the Mercedes hospitality as her husband was being interviewed. The couple had talked about announcing Baby Hamilton before since during the pregnancy, no one other than close friends and family knew. Lewis wanted to make sure Y/n was okay with announcing it before anything else.

After Lewis was done with his interview, the tv changed to another interview happening live. Y/n knew it would be a while before Lewis returned so she went onto twitter to distract her mind, which was the wrong move.

Her name was trending after the paparazzi photos of her and Lewis were finally posted. Mean twitter users were pointing out how skinny and tired she looked.

formula1facts this is hamilton’s wife?😂

paddockinsider someone give her a burger

lolurnotmichaelschumacher Lewis finds her attractive?? get this man glasses or something

Her mentions were all about her body. Every single one of them were how she had changed. Without thinking, she went to her settings and pressed the ‘delete account’ option.

Y/n and Lewis continued with their lives, occasionally having breakdowns when they remembered how their child was taken from them too soon. But that didn’t mean Y/n and Lewis stopped calling themselves parents. They were still a mom and a dad, their child was just waiting for them in the sky.

One day, Lewis had the bright idea to bring up a solution to the quietness in their house. A dog. The couple was laying in bed in a hotel since the Singapore Grand Prix was just a few days away.

“A dog? Are you sure we’re ready to have a dog? We travel like crazy and who would take care of them when you and I can’t?” Y/n asked.

“Dad could or we could just bring them on the road with us. Everyone loves dogs.” Lewis said.

“Something tells me you already have one in mind. Did you adopt a dog and didn’t tell me?” Y/n chuckled.

“Not really. But I can ask around.”

Lewis did just that. Eventually he did find the perfect dog for him and his wife. After the 2013 season ended, Lewis took a well needed vacation with Y/n where he would surprise her with their dog. When Y/n met the dog, she was in love.

“What their name?” Y/n asked as she scratched the dog’s belly.

“Roscoe.”

Roscoe became a family member. He wasn’t ‘just a dog’. He traveled with Lewis and Y/n, ate with them, slept on their bed. He was their second child. A few months after adopting Roscoe, Coco came into their lives. Both Y/n and Lewis treated the dogs as if they were their own kids because in a way, they were.

Often Lewis would show Roscoe and Coco the ultrasound pictures of Baby Hamilton and would tell them how excited he was to be a dad. Y/n would smile so much as how Lewis talked to their dogs. It didn’t matter if they were a dog or an actual baby, Lewis Hamilton was the perfect dad.

[daisybianca]

pairing: lewis hamilton x femalereader

summary: lewis gives you secretly his number. you're hesitant to call him at first, but when you do, things get a little much more interesting.

warnings: sexual activities, cursing words

(a/n): this is the last part! here's part one and part two.

YOU CHUCKLED AS Lewis excused himself to bring some more wine for the two of you.

You got more comfortable on the couch and fixed the silk material of your clothing.

When he came back, he filled your glass and then his.

"What do you do for a living?" He asked before taking his seat next to you once again.

"I'm a journalist." You answered, taking a small sip from the delicious liquid. "A sports journalist."

Lewis' eyes narrowed. "Formula one?"

"Nope," you said. "Basketball."

You noticed that he rolled his eyes. "Pity."

"What? You wanted me interviewing you, sir Lewis Hamilton?"

You caught a glimpse of something in his eyes as he smiled, bitting his lips before talking. "Maybe," he said, drinking from his wine and looking vacantly somewhere behind you. "That'd be very... very torturing." He said, his voice almost barely above a whisper.

"What was that?!" You laughed, your hands flying in the air. "What was that?!" You repeated again.

"Nothing." He said, smiling widely.

You studied his look. "Are you flirting with me?"

"Trying to." He answered, and you noticed that his hands were rested on the couch, just behind the area of your neck and head. "Does it work?" He looked up at you as he took another sip.

You bit your lips and felt that you were inevitably blushing. Looking at your nervous hands, circling the glass, you noticed his lap and the tattoos on the flesh of it.

It was very... very rideable.

"Maybe," you said, then a thought kicked in. "You promised you'd tell me why I was the chosen one at the race. I'm all ears."

Lewis cleared his throat. "You really want me to tell you?"

"If it doesn't involve some kind of a bet, yes, please,"

"A bet?" His nose wrinkled in something that looked like disguist. "Fuck, I'm not that kind of man."

"Tell me, Lewis." Your mind was in a haze, your thoughts blurred by his pretty eyes, so your hand found the soft flesh of his upper arm.

His eyes detected your hand for a brief moment and then smiled.

Lewis discreetly moved his white shirt lower on his body. Maybe to fix it in order not to look wrinkled or... to hide something, maybe?

"I just..." he started. "I saw you. You didn't even look at me at first."

"Yeah, because I was trying to find my best friend who was hooking up with a McLaren mechanic." You explained, and Lewis expression changed into pure curiosity.

"Okay, I presume I don't need to know more about that," he chuckled. "I just--I just genuinely thought to myself for a brief moment that you were the most beautiful woman I'd ever seen."

Your knees weakened, and thank God, you were seated.

"I love it when you're blushing." He grinned and wouldn't take his eyes off your hot face. "It just makes the color of your eyes stand out more."

Silence.

You tried to change the topic. "You never signed my hat, by the way." You said.

"Do you want me to bring a pen? I can sign your hand if you want."

You smiled. "Yeah, whatever."

Lewis left and came back with a pen and a white shirt in his hands. He passed the shirt to you, but you didn't take it at first.

"What's that?" You wondered.

"A pumpkin." He said sarcastically and looked down at you. "What does it look like, love?"

"Oh, no, no." You shook your head negatively. "You're not gifting me one of your shirts."

He laughed and tossed the white material to you. "Why not? It's officially been worn by me."

"And?"

Lewis thought for a brief moment. "You can wear it at home and think about me." His eyes lit up.

"I--I can't accept it, I'm sorry." You tried to give it back to him but he grabbed your wrist.

"Put it on."

"What?" Your eyes narrowed.

He looked you with that intense, dark gaze. "Put it on." He repeated, comanding.

"Why?"

He smiled. "So I can sign it."

You knew where this was going, but you wanted to tease him a little.

"You can sign it unworn as well, you know."

"Yeah, but the shiet wouldn't be stretched enough, and the signature would come out bad-looking." Lewis insisted and passed the shirt to you.

You finally grabbed it. "Fine."

Shoving your hair to one side, you carefully pushed the material around your head and then let it wrap around your curves, covering the pink dress underneath.

You immediately got knocked out by a faniliar cologne. Gosh, this aroma would hunt you forever.

"Looks perfect on you." Lewis said and opened a black marker.

You noticed him biting his lip.

He.

Bit.

His.

Fucking.

Lip.

"Where do you want me to sign it exactly?" He asked, looking at you.

"I don't know." You replied, scanning the shirt for any empty space. "Maybe somewhere free of stamps and letters."

"Hmm..." He looked at your shirt, leaning forward. His eyes were practically on your tits.

"Here," you suggested, signaling to a spot on your chest, near your heart.

Lewis shallowed and looked up to face you. "Are you sure?"

"About what?"

His voice was soft. "Having my hands on you."

You smiled.

That man was literally perfection itself. "No problem. Go on."

He breathed in and then out. Then, his left hand found the area of your shoulder and grabbed it gently for resistance.

You stopped looking at him and knew he had started making the signature when a sharp thing touched your covered flesh.

"Is this okay?" Lewis' voice sounded a few seconds later. "Does it hurt?"

"Jesus, Lewis, it's just a damn marker!" You laughed, but he didn't seem to enjoy your comment.

He was done with the signature, you could tell. He was now writing something on your shirt. Even if you did want to read it, you couldn't. It was upsides down, and Lewis was also covering it up with his free hand as if it were a test and you were about to cheat.

His expressionless beautiful features didn't betray much of his thoughts.

You breathed and hoped that the brave side in you would kick in soon.

"What are you thinking of?" You blurted out before even fully considering what you were about to mouth.

Lewis clicked the marker shut and looked at you. "Nothing."

"Something must have been in your mind whole you were signing the shirt." You explained. "Tell me." You insisted with puppy eyes. "Please?"

He shallowed. Hard. "You want me to tell you the naked truth?"

"What are you scared of?" You eyes narrowed, and you grabbed your phone, opening the camera and reading what was now written on your freshly owned shirt.

His signature.

A heart and...

"With much love, Lewis."

Lewis' lips formed a thin line, and he scratched his almost nonexistent beard. "I'm scared of what might happen after this."

You chuckled, pushing the white clothing off you with a slow movement. "Just tell me, Lewis."

A fee moment of silence passed with Lewis studying you and you fixing your messy hair and dress.

"Honestly, I--" he started.

"Just tell me already!"

"You want me to tell you?" His voice rised dangerously.

"Yes!"

"No, you don't."

"Yes, I do!"

"No, you fucking don't, love." He insisted.

"I'm telling you I d--"

Your words were interrupted by his lips crushing hard with yours. Your tongues fought in a messy but also loud battle, and before you knew it, you were on top of him on the couch, your hands around his neck. His his left one was rested on your back, caressing the flesh there before cupping your eyes and giving it a squeeze, while the other was bringing you closer by touching your cheek.

"Lewis, I--" You breathed, trying to create some space between your bodies and faces.

He wouldn't let you go.

"I was thinking about how much I'd like to fuck you in that shirt."

His kiss had left you breathless, but his statement had left you something that wasn't currently in an official dictionary. Something that had just been added to your own vocabulary.

Wetful.

Gosh, is that even a word?

His lap was a great seat, you thought.

Lewis must have sensed your nervousness. "Sorry, I shouldn't have said th--"

"Lewis, grab me the shirt." You commanded, and his dark brown eyes found yours.

He did as he was told.

"Put it on me."

He smirked and did as he was told once again.

You were soaked underneath your underwear, you could tell. He could probably feel it on his lap too.

"Wanna know what I am thinking now?" You asked, breathless as his lips touched your neck and kept teasing and teasing.

He knew when to kiss you, where to kiss you, when to touch you, where to touch you...

This man could make any woman happy.

"Tell me."

"Fuck me in this shirt." You fixed the clothing to cover the area of your thighs. It was large enough to become a dress.

His big hands found your waist and rested there. Then his one hand found your ass and he squeezed it as if he was the owner of it.

"Done." Lewis said.

"Okay, but it won't be pretty." You stopped him just when he started kissing you again. "It might end up having white spots on it after you're done with me."

His fingers touched your lips, and you took the chance to playfully dig your teeth gently on one of them.

"Oh, love... I can give you a hundred of those, and they'd still wouldn't be enough with all those things I'm thinking about doing with you." Lewis smirked, and you took his two fingers in your mouth, savoring the taste of it as if it were a colorful lollipop. "Besides, I assure you that I don't want it to be pretty. I want it to be rough."

His lips collapsed with yours, and you teased, leaning away one last time. "Okay, but do me a favor."

"Anything for you, baby."

You smiled softly. "Keep calling me your love."

[gelly-fsh]

James being such a musical lover makes so much sense to me, but also mixed up with History/mythology obsessed Regulus. Like imagine James pleading Regulus to listen to Hamilton, Hadestown, Six etc. because 'they are based on History and Myths you like Reggie! They are so good!' And Regulus being so salty and unbothered of James' pleading like "they are not even that accurate I don't want to make myself go through that". Naturally James gets all mopey about it but doesn't press it, it was not a big deal after all.

Until one day, while they both are studying together, and James start silently jamming a song from the new musical he was hearing, he really thought Regulus would love it and he told him as so, but Reg looked as disinterested as ever, but when he got to his favorite part, something (or more specifically someone) caught his attention.

'I see portrayals of betrayal and a brother's final stand' Regulus sang under his breath, probably doing it unconsciously as he would never be caught singing on purpose, and that was enough for James to immediately loose his shit.

'OMG YOU LISTENED TO EPIC!' James screamed out loud, uncaring if they were supposed to be quiet in the library, he already got shushed so much by Ms. Pince that he couldn't care anymore.

Regulus looked like a deer in the headlights, totally mortified at having been caught for a second before huffing a little under his breath and giving James one of his cute scowls.

'I quite like the Odyssey, a problem?' Regulus asked, quietly daring James to refute him

'Of course it's not a problem, but you should have told me earlier! You even know the lyrics'

Regulus murmured something unintelligible then, looking down at his lap with his ears deep red.

'What is it Reg?' James murmured, trying to find the other boy's eyes

'I wanted to surprise you, okay?' Regulus spat out, totally mortified 'I was almost done with Six and that one was the last one of the list'

'Why would you do that Reg? I already accepted that musicals were not your thing so it was no problem' James replied softly. Even if he loved musicals, it never posed a problem at all to him that Regulus never took his recommendations.

'I wanted you to know and feel that I take your interests seriously, especially when you want to share them with me. Sorry that I was an ass about it before' Regulus muttered softly to him.

It was quite strange really, because Regulus words healed a part of him that he didn't even know needed soothing, and that's when James Potter knew Regulus Black was the perfect person for him.

"I love you so much, you know?" James murmured softly, eyes filled with adoration.

Regulus smiled timidly when he heard him, trying to hide his rosy cheeks with his hair, letting out a soft "I love you too" that James could have easily missed had he not paid attention.

"You need to tell me your favorite Saga though! I am partial to the Thunder Saga honestly, so many good songs" James rambled excitedly, unaware of Regulus fond gaze.

"I really liked the Underworld Saga, I found it quite devastating" Regulus replied

"Of course you would love that" James teased

Regulus could only smile at him, letting James ramble about all of the Musicals he wanted, and for the first time, he joined him.

[royallyprincesslilly]

Title: Can't Take My Eyes Off Of You {One-Shot}**

Title: Can’t Take My Eyes Off of You {One Shot} **

Lewis Hamilton x GF Reader

Warning: Cursing, 18+ Mature Content, Fluff, NSFW, Smut

Words: 4.7

Synopsis: You are Lewis' date to the opening night of his LH44 Charity Gala. It is a night of performances and interviews, and you are in awe of your man. You find yourself mesmerized by him the entire night.

Note: This was inspired by the above picture and further sparked by a song, Lauryn Hill's version of “Can’t Take My Eyes Off of You”. It fit so well. I won't lie the above picture even had me stop and state for a few minutes. Lol.

As always, thank you for reading. I hope you enjoy this.

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***NOT Edited/Proofread***

***Pic Not My Own, Found on Pinterest***

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You had the perfect view from where you stood. You were across the ballroom surrounded by at least a dozen people all talking to you about something of importance to them, how wonderful the evening was going, how amazing you looked, or how spectacular the man of the hour was. Your man.

Tonight was the first-ever charity gala event for LH44 charity, and it was also the first official outing for you and Lewis as a couple. You'd tried to talk him out of it but he deemed tonight fitting to be your official announcement because it was also the charity's official opening night. Tonight would be an endeavor of love with performances, speeches, and spoken word all done by the youth from underserved communities in hopes of spreading diversity and improving representation where it counts. Lewis thought there would be no better night than tonight, a labor of love from both ends.

The more you thought about how he'd proposed the idea, your heart fluttered. You loved this man more and more every day and you knew soon you would be an absolute goner.

"Did you know he is the most charitable athlete?"

A gorgeous woman in rose gold whispered to her friends who nodded looking equally as impressed as those around her who'd heard. It was true. Once he was ranked in the top 5 of generous athletes but now he'd surpassed even that. Your heart expanded with the pride you felt. He served the praise and admiration he got.

The clamor of voices begging for a moment of his time and attention got louder and drew your attention. There he was standing in front of rows of reporters who were holding out mics and cameras to catch every word he said.

The man always held everyone captivated when he was around. Always. You watched him talk with his hands fastened behind his back and you nearly went weak in the knees. The orange he wore only brightened his face and the perfect lighting made him look ethereal--angelic even. You gawked at him marveling at his gorgeousness. Sometimes you couldn't believe there existed a man as pretty as he was. It was unfair really.

The butterflies in your gut took flight again for the umpteenth time tonight. It seemed only seconds passed between moments he took your breath away. Heaven help you, you could possibly already be a goner.

Just then, Lewis' eyes trailed around the room as he spoke and landed right on you. You released a soft gasp as you pressed your palm to your stomach. A slow smile spread his lips before he winked at you and that was it. From this moment forward this man would have an unfair hold and advantage over you.

You tried to tear your eyes away but couldn't so like a stalker you stood there staring at him. You didn't know how long you remained that way but the next thing you knew he was standing before you. He leaned closer and brushed his lips against the shell of your ear.

"Mmm," he moaned, "Rose, Gardenia, vanilla, and brown sugar. Your scent has been following me all night, kitten. I've craved it," he whispered.

He'd craved your scent? You nearly scoffed. It was hovering on embarrassing how much you craved his. Lewis took your hand, laced his fingers with yours then smiled.

"Are you all right, kitten?"

You nodded, unable to think straight much less get words out. He smiled again then led you through the crowds toward the tables. Everyone you passed you both nodded your head and smiled. Once at the table, Lewis pulled out your chair and allowed you to sit before pushing it in. He then joined you, sidling a little closer than the predetermined location the chair had been.

You smelled his cologne, and it infiltrated your senses having an almost mind-numbing effect. Your thighs parted slightly just as your breathing picked up. In only half a second you felt like you'd run a 1000-meter sprint with the best of track and field.

"I can't get over how enthralling you look tonight. I thought we'd look like 2 Sesame Street characters in this orange, but you make me look good."

You snorted.

"Damn right I do. Orange just might be your new color, love," you flirted as you softly caressed his cheek.

Lewis's smile was adorable as he took in the compliment. When he turned to kiss your palm your belly flipped yet again making you take a sharp intake of breath.

"Are you all right?"

Swallowing back down your heart that had leaped into your throat, you nodded.

"I'm super proud of you is all."

Lewis leaned closer making a direct line for your lips, but a sweet tiny voice called for him.

"Mr. Hamilton?"

To his other side stood an adorable girl about 7 or 8 with a timid smile on her face. Lewis gave your hand an apologetic squeeze before he turned to her with the brightest smile.

"Well hello there pretty girl."

A small crowd gathered around to watch the interaction and every face looked even more enamored with him than before. You watched the girl give him a bouquet of flowers, yellow sunflowers surrounded by multi-colored wildflowers, and a photo album that was filled with pictures she'd drawn and painted, all of him.

Her mother let Lewis know that the girl was a huge fan of his and never missed a race no matter what and how inspiring he'd been to her. She went on to thank him for his charity work because he was the reason the girl, Azbeka, was able to study at a prestigious school.

Your eyes stung with unshed tears at how stinking cute all of this was. Lewis asked the girl if he could hug her then melted when she threw her arms around him. Collectively, the crowd let out an "aww" which made you melt. As you felt your ovaries painfully beg for the essence of him, you grabbed your glass of champagne and chugged it down hoping to douse the sudden onslaught of feels that made you crave a tiny replica of him to cradle in your arms.

There will be none of that, Y/N, you said to yourself in your head, determined not to let your body work against you. Not tonight. If you fell prey tonight of all nights you knew you'd end up the mother of Lewis Hamilton’s firstborn. Crossing your legs you held on tightly to what remained of your wits.

As the night progressed you listened to the heartfelt stories of those in attendance, watched musical performances, and even heard speeches from those who had been greatly benefited by Lewis' charity. The smile on Lewis' face never slipped. With every performance and every personalized account, he looked happier and happier, and the more he smiled the brighter he glowed.

You were so enraptured by him that no one else managed to get much of your attention. Several people joked about the way you stared at him which made you hide behind your hands from embarrassment. Every time someone brought it up, Lewis' large hand found its way to grip your thigh where the split of your dress fell open. Every time he did that your belly flipped.

Halfway through the night when you felt him squeeze you again, you knew that he knew his effect from the glint in his eyes. Lewis licked his lips then slyly bit his bottom lip.

"You're awfully quiet, kitten. Are you sure you're all right?"

You leaned to his ear then whispered, "You're just too good to be true. I can't take my eyes off of you. It feels like heaven when we touch. I can't wait to hold you. This thing that we found and that's finally ours--I just thank god I'm alive because I can't take my eyes off of you."

When your eyes met his you saw the thin veil of water welling in them, then he clenched his jaw right before his Adam's apple bobbed.

"Ehm."

He lifted your hand to his lips then peppered kisses across your knuckles. Across the way, someone called his name then beckoned him over. He raised a finger in the air indicating for the party to give him a moment then he leaned to you.

"I love you so much."

Your heart once again launched itself into your throat. You'd imagined when those words would come out of his mouth for the first time. You wondered if it would be when you were entangled in each other's arms, doing mundane things like cooking together or working out, or even when you were around friends and family. You hadn't imagined it would be when you were surrounded by hundreds of people with eyes and cameras on you for one of the most important nights for his foundation.

You pouted and fought the tears that wanted freedom. Lewis stared deeply into your eyes overcome with emotions that were plain to see on his face. As you were about to speak his name was called again. He cleared his throat then dabbed the corner of his eye.

"I have to go."

You nodded and watched him walk away. Every few steps he looked back at you as if he thought you'd slip out on him now that the words had been said. Did he think you didn't feel the same? The thought was almost unbelievable. He was Lewis Hamilton. Everyone loved him. Everyone. There was no shortage of people who tried to get in with him and get under him.

As he did yet another interview you watched as his eyes found yours every couple of sentences. Even from where you sat, you could see the love in his eyes, and you couldn't believe it. He loved you. He really loved you. This wasn't just sex, or companionship. This wasn't him trying to work you out of his system or no strings attached. It was something more, much more.

The longer you sat with his love confession the giddier you became. You wanted him to know how you felt too. However, at every opportunity he was called or whisked away by a cute kid or an eager interviewer making it impossible for you to tell him.

When the crowd of women that were around you broke apart you saw him laughing with a few of his friends that had come out to support him. That was when you slinked across the ballroom with your eyes on the prize--him. When you were right behind him you motioned for his friends to not tell him. Then you wrapped your arm around his midsection resting your palm on his abs. You resisted the urge to feel him up then grazed your lips against his ear. Lewis's body tensed but then relaxed after a few moments as if his body knew it was you.

"I love you,” you whispered.

Your voice came out breathy and low, it was easy to miss but when he spun around to look at you, you knew he'd heard you. He didn't speak, there was no need for words. He just stared into your eyes as if searching them for a lie, but you knew he wouldn't find one. You meant these words. You felt them with every fiber of your being.

Slowly Lewis smiled and then began to chuckle until it turned into an adorable giggle. Then the two of you stood there giggling together as if you were 3-year-olds who'd just shared the silliest secret.

After that, the rest of the event went by in a blur. You were officially on cloud 15, fuck 9. You felt like you'd drank all the champagne in the place. By the time you left and made it back to Lewis' your hand was tightly clasped within his making you giddy with feelings. There was something about when he held your hand that made you feel safe and taken care of.

When his lips found yours in the bathroom as you stepped into the path of one of the many shower heads, you moaned. Lewis wrapped his arms around you holding you against his body. The kiss was passionate and so damn sensual that you quickly got lost not caring that your hair was full-on wet. When he pressed your back to the expensive stone wall, he wasted no time lifting you against him.

"Do you know how many pictures there are of me just staring at you?"

Lewis snorted.

"Are there a lot?"

"Too many. It's so embarrassing."

Lewis peppered kisses down your neck as he rocked his hips rubbing himself against your already wet center.

"Can't believe you have room to feel anything besides this right now. I must not be doing my job right," he said as he took your nipple between his teeth.

You threw your head back and groaned out.

"Oh, Lewis."

Before he claimed your lips, "That's what I thought," fell from his.

The time for talking was done. His lips claimed you with expertise like they'd been crafted for this particular purpose. Raking your fingers down his back you scraped his flesh making him moan against your lips which of course reverberated right between your legs.

"Mmm!"

When Lewis cupped your breasts he rolled your nipple between his thumb and forefinger using the slickness of the water to aid his glide.

"So fuckin' perfect," he mumbled.

Your eyes met and the fire you felt within was what you saw in his orbs. You couldn't wait anymore.

"Fuck me, Lewis."

He grinned then licked your nipple before he sucked in the peak. "You are definitely nowhere near needy enough for me to fuck you."

You tried to reach down between your bodies to fist his need, but he beat you by pressing the smooth hard mass right against your mound igniting a flame right in your clit.

"Fuck!”

"Good girls say please."

"Please," you panted as he circled his hips.

"How bad do you want my dick, kitten?"

You bit down on the spot where his neck and shoulder met making him grunt. His body jerked and for the briefest of moments, you felt the tip of his erection dip between your folds.

"Ha, yes!”

The pleasure was short-lived because Lewis pulled free then lowered you in the same breath. In seconds, you were face to face with the stone wall as Lewis pressed his hard cock against the swells of your ass sending your cheek pressing into the cool surface.

"Your ass is a thing of beauty."

To push him over the edge you wined your lower half then popped your hips sending each ass cheek shaking.

"Mm."

A heavy hand fell onto your ass spanking you once, twice then a third time. Lewis then gripped your hips as he rocked forward nudging his hard cock between your ass cheeks. It was a sight you had to see, so you glanced over your shoulder and watched him buck back and forth. Each thrust forward gave you a peek-a-book look at the swollen tip of his length and the mushroom tip held you captivated.

"Mm, you look so good between my ass baby."

In response, Lewis pushed down on his shaft allowing it to drop down onto your bottom with a heavy and wet-sounding "thwack".

"Whose ass was that?"

You smiled. "Yours baby. It's all yours."

With a sinister grin, he dropped down then spread your cheeks before burying his face between your legs.

"Oh fuck baby!”

His intention wasn't to tease you or to prepare you for him but to drive you absolutely bat shit crazy. As his tongue laved at your folds he sloppily slurped your flesh using the water that cascaded down your body to aid in producing the nastiest sounds that even a porno would be jealous of.

Your fingers scraped at the wall desperately trying to find something to hold on to as he ravished your pleasure trove. However, there was nothing to hold onto, nothing to keep you from exploding so that was what you did. Exploded.

You came all over his mouth shaking as the wetness gushing out of you competed with the spray from the showerheads. Lewis moaned and slurped up every drop then stood looking like the Cheshire cat who had time for a drink. He was soaked and from the way he licked his lips, he looked like he was ready for more.

When he pressed himself against you again he cupped your breasts.

"You taste like champagne and mangos. Fuck I can't wait to bury myself so deep inside of you that you can't breathe or think."

Holy shit you thought envisioning just that. Just when you were about to take matters into your own hands you smelled his body wash just before Lewis began giving you a very special bath. He used the excuse of getting you clean as a front to feel you up and tease every single part of your body. By the time he was directing you under the showerhead, you were more than ready to return the favor.

While wrapped in a cocoon of his scent you slowly rubbed his body making sure to get every nook, slope, and sliver of skin. The milky suds clung to him and as they evaporated slid down the toned muscles that he'd worked so hard for. When you whirled around to do his back, your inner thoughts slipped out.

"For fuck's sake you're beautiful."

Lewis chuckled then pulled your arms around him so you were pressed against his back.

"Me?"

You trapped his ear lobe between your teeth then nibbled down making him moan. Slowly your hands dipped down his abs until you found the treasure at the end of the pleasure trail. Taking your time, you fisted him then stroked along his length, up and down, up and down.

When he dropped his head back a long groan echoed in the shower. "Fuuuck, Y/N!”

"Mmm, you like that? Like the way my hand holds you just right? Like how I know just what you need?"

Your hand sped thanks to those milky suds that had made their way down his body. In a matter of seconds, he was moaning, grunting, and mumbling your name until suddenly he spun you into the water.

As it cascaded down your bodies washing the soap from your flesh, Lewis' lips found yours, and his fingers found your clit.

"Mmm."

From his actions, you could tell he wasn't trying to tease you. He was trying to make you cum, and you knew you were but seconds from doing just that.

Your breathing became ragged and uneven, and your hips bucked against his fingers needing more than he was giving. That was when Lewis pinched your clit and your body shot upward. If it weren't for Lewis' hand holding the back of your neck keeping your face in front of his you would have physically shot through the ceiling and roof and then into the night sky.

"Aaah!"

"Holy fuck, you're so fucking beautiful when you cum, kitten. That's it!"

The next thing you knew you were in his arms then on your back across the softest sheets ever. You moaned and writhed as you rode the wave of your orgasm, indulging in the way your skin tingled. It all felt so unreal. This man took you over the edge unlike any other before. In your aroused haze you stared at him and tailed his wet body pressing him to memory. You didn't want to forget not even an inch of him. You wanted to be in the middle of a meeting when a sudden flash of this moment attacks you turning you into a smirking mess until you had to excuse yourself to video him to knock one out.

Your eyes locked on his engorged length and your teeth sunk into your bottom lip. He was perfect. Long, thick, and completely intimidating. If you were faint of heart you would have flustered and looked away worrying how you'd ever take him. Luckily you weren't faint of heart. You knew how to take him now. You were a pro.

"See something you like?"

You grinned. "Nope. I see something I love on someone I love."

Those words were all it took for baby girl Lewis to appear. He smirked until he smiled then giggled. How adorable. As he laid on top of you, his knee nudged your thighs apart making room for himself to rest between them.

"Mmm."

A squeal left you as he nipped at your nipple, raking his teeth over the pebbled bud. You wrapped your arms around his neck and held him right there. Lewis took the hint and intensified the pain he delivered with your pleasure.

"Fuck," you panted out wrapping your legs around his waist.

It may not have been what he intended but the strength of your thighs never lied and with it you sent him plunging deeply into your heat.

"Aah,” the two of you exclaimed in unison.

As the pleasure he felt intensified so did his bite around your nipple. Just when you were about to shout out from the pain Lewis pulled his hips back and slammed into you for the second time. Any pain you felt evaporated and morphed into indescribable pleasure. Clenching around him, you came as you bucked against him using his body to heighten your climax. His cock within nudged that hidden bundle of nerves you clenched tighter and tighter around him. The friction against your clit from your writhing brought you closer and closer to another galaxy.

"Uuuugh shit!"

A second orgasm washed over you and Lewis quickly pulled from your body and flung himself onto his back.

"For the love of....fuck!"

He lay there gripping the base of his cock as his head angled back. He looked as if he were being tortured but deliciously rather than unscrupulously. You smiled, then flung a leg over him before sinking down, down, down until every inch of him was snugly fit between your tight walls.

"Mmm," Lewis released watching where your bodies were joined.

"Are you trying to kill me, kitten?"

You rocked your hips making your body roll like a wave coming into the coast on the evening tides. Lewis' eyes roamed over your body quickly falling under its spell. You knew what he liked and often used that knowledge to make him do the thing he hated...cum quick.

Sensing your intention, Lewis groaned and gripped your hips stopping them. You smirked.

"I see my kitten wants to play."

You watched him lick his lips in the sinful way he always did and just like that you lost your train of thought. You sat there atop him just staring at him and again you were mesmerized by his beauty. All movement ceased and the only desire you had was to just watch him. Underneath you, Lewis nudged his hips up giving you a reminder you didn't need that you were completely filled and in the middle of something.

"This dick won't ride itself, kitten."

You snorted then groaned. This was getting ridiculous now.

"This is getting ridiculous now."

He smiled. "What? Can't keep your eyes off ya' man?"

"Shut up it's not funny."

Lewis sat up, clipped your chin between his pointer and thumb, and looked deeply into your eyes. With a luscious peck, he claimed your lips making you moan.

"It's cute. I love when you stare at me. I love when I look across a room and see you looking at me or searching the room for me. I do the same thing it's just you only notice it sometimes the other times you're doing your own thing and I am just awestruck because I got the baddest one. I am as obsessed with you as you are with me. Sometimes I think a little more so."

He brought his lips to your jaw then down to your neck. A moan escaped you as you got lost in his lips on your skin.

"Mmm, Lewis."

"Yes, kitten."

"I love you."

He brought his face back to yours and stared into your eyes.

"I love you too kitten. Promise you'll stay."

You crushed your lips to his then rocked against him making him moan against your lips. With every flick of your hips your body was rewarded with a new wave of pleasure and with each wave of pleasure you used it to make him say your name.

"Fuck, Y/N," he whispered as he dropped his head back bracing himself on his elbows.

In this position, you decided to give him the show he so deserved. You rocked and rolled your hips against him in circles then swirls then a chaotic pattern that kept him on his toes. Within minutes he was groaning and biting down on his lips as he watched every move you made.

When you began bouncing on him his eyes locked on where your bodies joined. You knew you were beyond waterfall wet but you didn't care, you didn't give one fuck that the room was filled with the sound of your wetness squelching from every movement you made. You didn't care that you moaned wildly and panted his name every time he met you halfway sending himself deeper than you thought possible. You didn't give one fuck that you knew tomorrow you'd be sore from the pounding you were giving yourself. All that you cared about was this moment with him and the depth of your feelings for one another finally coming together in the most primal and basic way. The levels of your love for one another were the purest of all.

"God you're gonna make me cum," Lewis declared.

You grabbed his face ensuring he kept his eyes on yours as you raced to meet him at the point of no return. When he flicked his hips upward that was it, the entire solar system exploded and all you saw was the stardust left behind.

"Lewis!”

"Y/N!"

Names spoken in unison led to colliding bodies. With you on top of him, Lewis wrapped his arms around you enveloping you in his warmth and scent branding you in this intimate way. While you loved making love with him you also loved this part just as much. His post-coital cuddles were world class.

"I am so far gone for you and you don't even realize it. You don’t realize how in awe I am of you. You know I like control and always have tight control over myself and emotions but I am always in over my head when it comes to controlling just what it is that you do to me. I am a complete simp for you Y/N. Complete. I can barely hide it and it’s become the joke of the paddock whenever you come around or you're brought up. You're not alone in this. You have me, all of me and I'll never take my eyes off of you."

You lifted your head and gazed into the deep wells of amber that were his eyes and melted. You wanted to say so much more to that but what else was there to say? Lewis' thumb flicked away a lone tear then he pulled you back to his chest so you could hear the source and force of his love for you. And that was what lulled you to sleep. The sound of his love racing for you.

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[samoankpoper21]

Hello! I was wondering if you can do a part 2 of the duke gojo fic if you haven't already

ASDFJKL 😭 THANK YOU SO MUCH 😭 I AM SO HONORED BY THIS REQUEST 😭 I hope this satiates your palate/meets your expectations 😭 Enjoy~!!

Word Count: 1103 ib: @gojonanami

Weaving in and out of sleep you recalled bits and pieces of the events that transpired: the handsome cerulean eyed stranger carrying you bridal style announcing his intent to marry you, the audible gasps filling the ballroom. You found yourself nuzzling deeper into this man's warmth, his scent lulling you to sleep, calming you.

"Emperor Yaga! If I may?" the stoic man lifted his hand causing all commotion to come to a halt. Your father and stepmother were busy chatting when they looked up and saw the white haired warrior carrying you. His gaze was focused, unwavering, determined. "What is this Duke Gojo?"

"I have come to announce that I have found a bride!" Emperor Yaga peered at your sleeping form jesting, "Surely you didn't knock your bride unconscious." a few sly chuckles escaping from faceless lips. Satoru smirked retorting with, "On the contrary. I am merely following the royal decree that you set out for me." The ballroom began to slowly come to life, murmurings of concern filling the air.

"If I may Emperor Yaga." Yaga turned to his right to see your father's silhouette emerge from the crowd. "Marquess Hamilton." Yaga's voice boomed causing your father to flinch. "Greetings to the star of Novaland." Your father shakily offered. "What is so heavy on your mind that is causing you to step forward?"

"It's just that...she's my daughter and I would not want her to marry a ruthless man as he." Satoru's grip on you tightened, turning to face your father, his blue eyes glowing. "Marquess Hamilton, you have no right to interfere with matters pertaining to me."

"But your grace-"

"Are you bold enough to disobey a royal decree from the emperor himself?"

"No your grace."

"Then it's settled. I will be taking your daughter as my bride and there will be no objections." Satoru bowed to Yaga before storming off, your father collapsing on the floor; pitiful gazes and words of sympathy being tossed his way. "That poor man." "What a pitiful thing." "He's really done it now." "His daughter may as well be pronounced dead." "He's only a marquess and he dared to confront Duke Gojo? Ha! What a joke." Your father was physically shaken out of his reverie when your stepmother Marilyn hissed in his ear, "What are you doing?! Isn't this what you wanted? Stand up! You're making yourself look like a fool ." His head turned to look at her, his expression blank, tears falling from his eyes. "Luciana?" Marilyn froze. He trudged past her. Maybe this is Luciana's karma for the way that I've neglected our daughter. Luciana, I'm so sorry.

Sunlight poured through the curtains causing you to groan. You peeled your eyes open and saw an unfamiliar ceiling, white with gold trimmings. You shot up, your hand instinctively flew to your head, trying to quell the dizziness. Where am I? Was I that drunk that I snuck into a random nobleman's bedroom? Your thoughts were interrupted when the door opened and you saw the handsome man from the previous night holding a glass of water, smiling. "Oh good you're up!"

"Wha-?"

"Drink this." You cautiously took the glass, eyeing the clear contents. "It's just water. I didn't poison it." You took a sip and my gods the water tasted like heaven. "Thank you." you meekly offered. A beat of silence passed when you broke it saying, "If I may be so forward but what am I doing here?"

"You really are a peculiar one you know that? Has anyone ever told you that?"

"Why would you say that?"

"Most people, upon being kidnapped, asks 'who are you' first." Kidnapped? Satoru watched as the wheels in your head were turning. For the first time he was scared, scared that once you knew of his identity that you would fear and turn away from him. "You are right kind sire but I beg to differ."

"Pardon?"

"I have not been kidnapped." Satoru smirked asking, "Why are you so confident that you have not been kidnapped?"

"The scenery. I woke up in a bed, the ceiling lined with gold, a stranger greeting me kindly. If you're a bandit you're a horrible one."

"What if I'm a kind, vindictive bandit?"

"That would be highly impossible. A vindictive bandit against a marquess' daughter will gain nothing. I come from a low sovereignty."

"What if," Gojo hesitated. He took a deep breath, his murmuring almost a whisper. "I'm a monster? A monster whose hellbent on war?" He didn't want to lift his head, he already knew the reaction he would receive. Reluctantly he met your eyes and was surprised by the steadiness in your gaze. "Duke Gojo?" He swallowed as a reply. "You're Duke Gojo?"

"Yes." The bone in his jaw clenched, your head tilting to the side. You studied his sharp jawline and nose, long eyelashes, his head turned away from you. Out of compulsion your hand gently took his face turning him to look at you. "Why do you look so sad your grace?"

"I will understand if you would like to leave-"

"Leave? Where to?"

"To get a divorce." Huh?? Divorce? "Your grace, if I may be so forward but what the heavens are you talking about?" Satoru's big shaky hands gently held yours. "Yesterday at the banquet you and I were on the balcony. You confided in me that your father Marquess Hamilton and stepmother were trying to expand their sovereign; their end goal having you marry me. At first I thought you were going to run away, as others so often have done so in the past. But you did something...remarkable. You defended my honor, wanting to hear my side of the story. That's when you collapsed and I professed to the Emperor and the rest of the ballroom my intentions of marrying you." He locked eyes with you again. "No one has ever stood by my side unless it was out of obligation or fear. You are the first, the only one, who was willing...and that is why I believe I have fallen for you Y/N." For the first time, the great Duke Gojo Satoru seemed meek. You wanted to hold this man, comfort him. You grabbed his face pulling him towards you and placed a kiss on his forehead. His eyes grew big, his cheeks, ears, and neck turning crimson. "Y-Y/N! What are you doing?!" You leaned forward causing your foreheads to touch. "I do not regret becoming your wife." You placed another kiss to his forehead cradling him, bringing him closer. "I am here. I see you."

[sionisjaune]

More baby cokehead Nico under the cut! Now featuring sleazy club promoter Jenson!

Lewis is clubbing in London when his eye catches on a familiar head of blonde hair in the VIP section. Against his better judgement, he shoulders through the dancefloor towards the cordoned off area at the back of the club. A host accepts his empty glass on a silver platter and unclips the rope. 

The large booth straight ahead is occupied by Nico, another guy Lewis doesn’t recognize and a handful of girls practically sitting in each other’s laps. The tray at the center of the table boasts a small heap of coke and some rolled up bills. The guy Lewis doesn’t recognize cuts a few neat lines and guides the blondest girl’s head towards the table. 

Lewis knows that Nico’s spotted him too when he pulls a sour face and looks away sharply. He whispers something into the other guy’s ear, and the other guy’s head snaps straight towards Lewis. He grins wolfishly and slings an arm around Nico’s shoulder. Nico kind of falls into him, in that loose-limbed way that tells Lewis he’s far from sober. 

“Hey, I know you!” says Nico’s mystery guy, pointing straight at Lewis. He has the most broadcastable voice Lewis has ever heard. Nico smiles at Lewis smugly, wrapped up in the guy’s arm. 

Lewis returns a tight smile and raises a hand to wave. He can’t really explain why he walked straight up to Nico’s table, can he? He can say that he’s Lewis Hamilton so he belongs in VIP, but what he really needs right now is to not be Lewis Hamilton and to melt back onto the dancefloor. He’s fucked it completely. 

Nico’s guy waves Lewis over, and Lewis picks his way through VIP, finding no good excuse to turn around and ignore him. 

“Brilliant result last weekend,” says Nico’s guy. Nico’s smug expression slides into a frown. “It’s Jenson. Amazing to meet you.” 

“Hi,” says Lewis. He doesn’t fancy reaching over the cocaine to shake hands, so he stuffs his hands in his jeans. “Thanks, man. Sorry, I. Jeez, I thought I saw someone I knew.”

Jenson does a theatrical double-take. “And which one of these lovely ladies did you think you knew?” The girls giggle and squirm. Jenson reaches around Nico’s shoulder and pinches his cheek. Nico looks about ready to bite. “Or maybe you saw Britney here. I’ll admit he does look a bit like a girl from behind.” He laughs loudly. “If you know what I mean.” Nico flushes. 

“I’ve got to get back. I think,” Lewis says. He realizes he’s digging his own nails into his thighs and forces his fingers to relax. 

“See you later,” says Jenson, giving a lazy salute. Nico gives Lewis a pointed look from under Jenson’s arm. 

Lewis walks out of VIP, ducks under the velvet cord and allows himself to be swallowed again by the dancefloor. He needs another drink, except the last thing he needs is another drink. Nico always makes things so goddamn confusing.

Mindless grinding doesn’t clear Lewis’s head, because there’s no one his body wants to grind mindlessly with. He doesn’t want to touch or be touched, an edgy feeling prickling under his skin. 

“Lewis,” says Nico, except it can’t be Nico because Nico is getting high with Jenson in VIP, and Lewis kind of wants to drown himself or crash his car. 

He turns around. It is Nico. Sweaty and sparkly in a white shirt. He glances at Nico’s booth in VIP just to check that it really is Nico and not a ghostly apparition. The pink lights sweeping across the club make it hard to tell. 

“Come on,” Nico says, tugging on Lewis’s elbow. His hands are still trapped in the pockets of his jeans. He accedes to the tug and follows Nico off the dancefloor and towards the bar, where the bathrooms are. 

He pulls Lewis into a single-user and locks the door, then crosses his arms. 

“What is your problem?” Nico says. 

“What’s yours?” Lewis says, finally wrenching his hands from his pockets. “Who was that guy?”

“None of your business,” says Nico. 

“How much coke did you take?” says Lewis.

“I’m abstaining.” Nico sticks out his tongue and shows off a little paper tab with the Mercedes-Benz star printed on it. 

Lewis throws his hands in the air. “Fuck me.” 

Nico shrugs. “We can.” He gestures loosely at the velvet furniture opposite the sink. “I think that’s what the sofa is for.” 

Lewis hides his face in his hands. Nico is unbelievable, sometimes. Most of the time, actually. Strike that from the record—Nico is extremely predictable at all times, and Lewis is exceptionally naive. 

“Do you know what could happen if someone got a photo of me at that table?” Or of Nico dragging Lewis off the dancefloor? Or of Lewis and Nico entering a single-user washroom? He doesn’t say it out loud. 

Nico scoffs. “I don’t know. I’m not the one who walked straight up to the table and stared like an idiot. I had to tell Jenson we fucked one time and you were weird about it.” 

Lewis’s blood runs suddenly cold. “You’re lying.” 

“He won’t tell,” Nico says. “He’s a good guy.” 

“Jesus, Nico.” Lewis is well and truly freaking out now. “I hate to break it to you, but he seems like the worst guy.” Holy fucking shit, Lewis is going to be in the tabloids tomorrow. 

Nico rolls his eyes and sucks on his cheek. He’s probably tripping balls while Lewis faces down the end of his life and career. 

“I’m kidding,” Nico says flatly. “That’s not what I said. Your shameful secret is safe with me.” 

“Are you joking again?” says Lewis, heart pounding. “Nico, you need to tell me so I can call my publicist.”

Nico laughs, straight in Lewis’s face. “You know, I don’t want to wind up in the Sun either,” he says. “Much less tied to you. God, that would be a nightmare.” 

Lewis’s body is vibrating. Nico’s voice fades in and out. He slumps against the wall and slides all the way down before he collapses. Every cell in him is jumping ship. His stomach cramps like he’s going to vomit. 

“Oh, come on,” Nico says, above him. It sounds like he’s speaking through a fishbowl. Lewis rests his head between his knees and waits until the tiled floor stops wriggling. Maybe Nico gave him something. Maybe he absorbed acid off of Nico’s tongue. Lewis has to remind himself that they didn’t even kiss. 

He lifts his head once things have returned to normal. Nico is sitting on the floor beside him, looking bored. 

“Would it help if I sucked you off?” Nico says. 

Lewis replaces his head between his knees. “Stop it.” 

“Stop what?” says Nico.

“Stop doing whatever you do to me,” Lewis says, into his knees. “I don’t know if you’ve been microdosing me, or what. I don’t know why it isn’t showing up on the drug tests—”

“Lewis, what are you talking about?” says Nico. 

Lewis’s stomach rolls. “I’m going to throw up,” he informs Nico. 

Nico swipes the trash bin from under the sink and maneuvers Lewis over it. He dry heaves into it a few times, stomach acid burning on the way up. He swallows thickly and sucks in a lungful of air.

“This is what it’s like taking care of you,” Lewis says, into the bin. It’s exactly like this, except Lewis doesn’t have soft hair for Nico to stroke. He doesn’t say it out loud. 

Nico makes a quiet, bitter noise. Somehow, a damp washcloth finds its way to the back of Lewis’s neck.

[lostinlewis]

Old Flame ~ Part Four

Rating: M

Words: 3435

Character: Lewis Hamilton x F!Reader

Description: You learnt so much from your first love but the most important lesson he taught you was how to deal with heartbreak, even if it takes you six years. You were almost there, you almost made it days at a time without thinking about him…that was until he turned up in the most unexpected of places.

The noise from the multitude of paparazzi on the street outside of your apartment grew louder the longer you both lay there as still as possible, as if that would help you disappear from the situation altogether. The louder the noise rose from their innocuous chatter, the stronger the anxiety built inside of you. So many thoughts ran through your mind.

Was it all planned? Did someone set out to humiliate you on purpose? How the hell did they find out where you lived within hours of the story coming out? The most prevalent thought though, could you trust Lewis to not embarrass you again? 

He had been stroking the skin of your arm for a good hour now, whilst you curled into the nape of his neck, both of you laying there in silence. He knew it didn’t matter what he said right now, there were no words to make this situation better, but his small touches were signs of comfort, the only way he knew to comfort you. Despite the fact he had caused this situation, you sought comfort in the warmth of his body, the protection of his stature. He was your security and your reason to need it, ironically. 

There was no worse sound to hear but the vibration of your phone against the top of your bedside cabinet, breaking you both out of your thoughts in an instance. You let out a little groan as the caller's name flashed on your screen, something akin to a warning. Mum. You didn’t want to deal with anything right now, least of all her. You knew you couldn’t convince her you were okay and you also did not want to hear her stick up for him right now. 

“Let me answer it, I will explain what happened so you don’t have to.” Lewis held his hand out for it, you obliged. “You can’t ignore her, babe. She’s worried about you.” 

“No no, she’s fine, I promise.” Lewis answered as your mum’s voice boomed down the phone at him from the moment he answered. There was a good few minutes of silence from his end as he listened to your mum rant at him down the phone, a smile crept on your face, for once she was on your side. “I know and I’m sorry. I never want to hurt her, I promise.” 

Your mum didn’t hold back on the lecturing of him, a little part of you enjoyed it, he deserved someone else telling him how wrong he had treated you. You doubted anyone had ever told him that, most of your friends were originally friends of his so they all naturally took his side after the break up leaving you with practically no one in your corner. 

Lewis left the bed, naked with your phone still glued to his ear, he began pacing around the apartment, you could no longer hear their conversation but it lasted a while. When he returned he handed you your phone. 

“She wants to talk to you.” You screwed your face up at him as he waved it at you, making it impossible for you to refuse. 

“Hi mum.” Your voice was sombre, you hoped she would get the hint and keep the conversation to a minimum.

“Are you doing okay, sweetie?” She didn’t wait for you to answer. “Lewis said he’s really sorry, give him a chance before you make any decisions, you know he loves you.” 

“Mum, it’s fine. You can stop your ‘I love Lewis brigade’ before it even starts. We’re fine, we’re just going to have to deal with this.” 

“Good. Stick with him, he’s a good one.” 

You rolled your eyes at Lewis who was sitting facing you, listening to the whole conversation, the widest smile on his face. 

“Okay mum, bye.” 

“Stick with me, I’m a good one. Wise woman.” He teased you. “We’re fine? We are a ‘we’ now?” 

You rolled your eyes once more, ignoring his question. 

“Her judgement of character has gotten worse over the years, I think I may have to take her to the doctor, she might be going senile.” Lewis tickled your sides as punishment for your teasing of him. “What are we going to do about all of this? About all of them?” 

You gestured to the sea of people below your bedroom window who eagerly anticipated the first image of both of you the morning after the night before. 

“Your mum suggested I get you out of here, I think I should too. Let’s go away, let’s escape this all.” He held your hand as if he could plant the idea in your mind through his touch.

“Go where? I have a job, Lewis. I can’t just drop everything and disappear like you can.” 

“Just for two nights, you can call in sick. Please let me take you away from all of this.” His thumb stroked the top of your hand. “Please.” 

“I guess I am not really ready to face the people at work now anyway, not after those headlines.” You were warming to the idea. “Okay, fine. Two nights. Where were you thinking?” 

“Monaco.”

“No. Absolutely not. No way.” You protested, throwing down his hand and standing up from the bed. 

“Please.” He chased after you, grabbing your hips and swinging you around to face him. “I have to fly back there for business, it’ll be the perfect opportunity for us to spend time alone. Just us two, no outside distractions. No paparazzi, no one watching our every move. Time for me to really focus on…you”

He looked you up and down as his hands held your hips, his tongue rolling across his bottom lip before he took a little nibble of it. His face made it obvious that he was thinking naughty thoughts of you.

“I left that place behind six years ago and I swore to never step foot on the soil again. I can’t do it, Lewis, I won’t.” 

“Baby, please-“

“No, Lewis. I hate that place, I loved it, it was our place but you ruined it. You made me hate it. The thought of being back there, back where everything fell apart makes me feel sick.” 

The look in his eyes was one of despair, the gravity of what he had put you through was evident in you in so many different ways, he would have given anything to take it all back, to make it all better for you but he couldn’t. 

“Baby, I’m sorry. If I could take it all back, I would in a heartbeat but I can’t. I need to get you out of here, but most importantly we need to be alone, we need to spend time together before my race next weekend, and my apartment in Monaco is the perfect place to do this.” 

He kissed your lips, despite the dramatic frown on your face. “I know it holds the worst memories for you, but it also still holds the best. I am hoping that maybe I can help you remember all of the good times, there were so many good times, way more than bad. I want to make you remember why you loved Monaco, why it was our home.” 

“I can’t-“

“Please, babe. Trust me on this, you won’t hate the place once you’re there. And if you do, tell me and I will fly you back out of there straight away.” 

The anxious knot in your stomach hadn’t loosened, the thought of being there still made you feel sick. You knew you would hate it, you knew that there was nothing Lewis could say or do that would make the sight of it any more pleasant in your mind. It was the place where your life was ruined all those years ago, he didn’t have a time machine to go back and unstick his dick in that girl, there was no way to repair that, so there was no way this wasn’t the worst idea he had ever had. Well, the second worst.  

“Okay, I’ll go.” His smile lit up his whole face. “Two nights only and then I am coming home and never stepping foot in that place again.”

“Thank you baby, you won’t regret it I promise. I’ll charter my jet to leave as soon as possible, you better go and get yourself packed up.”

“You have a jet?” You looked at him with a raised eyebrow. 

“You don’t have a jet?“ 

You rolled your eyes at his absurdity. 

-

Nothing could prepare you for the intensity of walking through a crowd of people, mainly men, screaming your name as you tried desperately to get to the car Lewis had ordered. He had tried to give you a pep talk beforehand, to explain that all you had to do was keep your head down, your hood up and count 30 steps and you would be at the car. He reiterated that they couldn’t touch you so it would be words more than anything. It didn’t help you face the barrage of their shouts. 

“Lewis! Lewis! Do you have any comments on the story?” 

“Are you two back together?” 

“How does it feel to know he cheated on you once again?“

It took all of your strength to not rise to the questions they shouted at you both. He hadn’t cheated on you, this time, but the mention of it hurt just as much. 

“You did amazing, babe.” Lewis murmured as he stroked the hand he held as the car drove you towards the airport. “In a few hours this will all be in the past.” 

You didn’t reply, you just stared out of the window. You knew that was incorrect, nothing was ever really left in the past, was it?

“This is yours?” You spoke in shock as he led you to the huge plane that sat on the runway of the empty airport. 

“No, silly. I don’t have a jet…anymore. This is just one I hire when I need to whisk a hot woman to my apartment fast.” 

“I don’t know if you are trying to be funny or…”

“I don’t need to try, baby…” He teased as he grabbed your hand and quickened your pace into the jet. 

He didn’t let go of his hold on you until you were seated next to him. You were all alone, apart from the pilot and one member of the cabin crew who assured you both that he would keep in his section away from you so you were to call him if you needed anything. 

The plane had barely taken off when Lewis began to run his hand up your thigh, smothering your neck with kisses. 

“Lewis, we can’t-“

“Why can’t we? We’ve got this place all to ourselves and we have two hours to kill, I can’t think of a better way to do it. “ 

“What if someone-“

“You heard the man, he is leaving us alone for the flight. Let me make you feel good, please.” 

His fingers found their way down past your waistband to rest on your middle. You sighed a heavy sigh when he began playing with you. 

“I just want to make you feel good, baby.” He teased your clit ever so softly with the pad of his middle finger, his kisses made their way up your neck, across your cheek until he met your lips. “I only ever want to make you feel good.”

He whispered against your lips before his tongue found its way to yours, his fingers pushing inside of you at the same time. He caught your moans with his mouth, brushing his lips against yours as he fucked you with his fingers so masterfully he had you at the point of no return within moments. 

“Cum for me, baby.” He begged. “I want to watch you.” 

You did just that, falling apart as his fingers tapped your spot, his thumb circling your clit. You bit down on his lip as your orgasm ripped through your body, he didn’t stop until he made you so sensitive you twitched every time he moved.

For the rest of the plane journey he held your head against his chest, stroking your cheek with his thumb as you both left the chaos behind you and headed to the one place in the world that used to be yours. 

-

Lewis had one of his guys drop off his car at the airport. As you were driving through the streets of Monaco, the roof down on the car, his fingers locked in yours, you felt relaxed for the first time in quite a while. Much to your shock, you didn’t hate Monaco now that you were in it. Every so often he would look over at you in the passenger seat and smile, you could tell he was feeling nothing but content too. He had you home, right where he knew you belonged, if he could freeze time at this moment he would. 

You noticed he purposefully avoided that hotel, something which you were grateful for. Your heart sank the moment you saw where he was pulling into the underground garage of. 

“What are we doing here?” 

“What do you mean? We’re going home?” 

“You still live in the same apartment?!” 

Your breath hitched in your throat as the anxiety built inside of you. You hadn’t even considered the possibility he would still live there. Why would he still live in the same apartment? He had all of the money in the world, why did he not upgrade?

The thought of having to face the place with so many memories, the final ones being awful, made you feel sick once again. A common theme of your time with Lewis, highs and incredible lows.  

“Of course I still live here. Will you please just calm down and give it a chance.” He pulled into his garage and parked his car. “We can go up there and if you’re not comfortable, I will book us a hotel, deal?” 

The amount of compromises you were making for a man who hurt you was really starting to bother you. You weren’t sure what it was about him, you were usually so strong and in control but around Lewis, it was quite the opposite. 

He held tight onto your hand as you walked through the all too familiar hallway. Memories flashed back of the both of you stumbling drunk, stopping every two steps and falling into each other's arms, so in love with each other you needed physical touch at all times. He didn’t notice it, but a smile crept on your face as you thought back to the night he won his first Monaco race. He was so drunk on Champagne, you were too, you almost had sex right outside your door. Almost being the important word, he was too drunk to hold you up against the wall, so instead you fell to the floor the moment you got inside your door. You woke up to a note from a neighbour explaining you had woken them up during the night with your loud noises, you had forgotten to even close the door. You wondered if the neighbour was still there as you passed her door, a small part of you was tempted to knock and say hello. An even bigger part of you was tempted to reconstruct the scene, once you stepped inside the apartment.  

You looked around the apartment, everything about it was exactly the same. The sofa, the bedroom, even the seating area on his balcony was the same. It was as if the apartment froze in time the moment you left it all those years ago. 

“Seriously, you even have the same glasses?” You laughed as you examined every inch of the place. 

“Why replace something that isn’t broken?” Lewis had made himself comfortable fast, changing into only shorts before taking a seat in his spot, the same spot he had claimed in the store as you both chose the sofa years before. “Can you stop looking around and come and sit with me, please?” 

“It’s just so…weird. Being back here, and everything looking the same…” Your eyes still wandered around the room. “I feel like I have gone back in time.” 

“I kept it the same on purpose.” You turned to face him now. “You helped decorate, you helped furnish it, every single room has a piece of you in it. When you left, when it was just me here and you were gone from my life, the only comfort I had was knowing this place had small pieces of you in it.” 

“Lewis, you don’t have to-“

“No, let me finish.” His face was deadpan, unreadable. “This whole place is laced with you. When I’ve had a bad race, the first thing I do is come back here and sit on the balcony and think about the memories we’ve shared here. You might have been out of my life for six years but you have still been the only thing to give me comfort in that time.”

You could only comfort him with a smile. 

“I knew you would come home one day.” He pulled you into him to kiss you. “Ouch!” 

“What’s wrong?” 

“You bit my lip earlier when you-“

“Oh stop being such a baby.” You pulled him on top of you for another kiss.

You made love, again. Twice now Lewis had made love to you like he was too scared to push it too far with you, twice he had almost lost himself whilst inside of you but each time he remembered that he had to take it slow with you, the last thing he wanted was to scare you off. He wanted you to be comfortable with him, used to him, before he took you back to the place he used to take you every time he was inside of you. He was so determined that this time would be different, the sex included. He needed you to know that your feelings came above anything else.

-

You awoke for the first time in a few days all alone, you stretched your arm out to feel for him but all you felt was paper. He had left you a note on his pillow. Who leaves a note nowadays? That’s what phones are for. 

‘Morning beautiful girl, I have a business meeting this morning and I didn’t want to wake you. There’s something waiting for you in the kitchen. Love, L x’

You crawled out of bed to head to the kitchen, the sight of the apartment was still a shock even the morning after. Lewis had ordered you a huge breakfast hamper, it had way more food than you’d be able to get through in a week let alone one morning. You ventured out onto the balcony and stood taking in the scenery, a perfect view of the harbour, as you ate your apple.

It would be so easy to get used to this. 

You were determined to not let yourself get carried away, you had only been back in contact with him for such a short time, it was too soon to even think about anything serious. 

You spent a while on the balcony, people watching and thinking, before your phone vibrated on the table in front of you. 

‘I’m on my way home, baby. I have some news x’

News? What kind of news? You figured it would probably be a new sponsorship of some kind, maybe a new project he was working on?

You wanted to take a shower before he got home, Lewis had made sure it had been a while since you last showered alone and you knew this was your only opportunity to do so. Your cases still hadn’t arrived from the airport yet, so you decided to just grab one of his T-Shirts instead. You rummaged through his drawer, holding a variant of different shirts up against yourself to find one you actually liked. That is when you saw it.

It was the box that first caught your eye, the little emerald box that looked so familiar yet you struggled to place it at first, your heart sank the moment you realised what it was. The ring was the last thing you had left in the apartment, on top of his pillow, before you walked out. The ring that neither of you had even dared to bring up since you reconciled. The ring that Lewis had proposed to you with just a few days before he slept with someone else. 

PART FIVE

[sebscore]

THE MORE YOU KNOW 

pairings: sebastian vettel x driver!reader / fernando alonso x driver!reader / lewis hamilton x sebastian vettel

warnings: none.

author's note: when I think of a gen z driver on the grid, I think of her teaching the older ones what certain words mean. I had a lot of fun writing this one and I'm happy with the positive reactions to the female driver headcanons post! I might turn this into a series, but I seriously need a name for it, so suggestions are always welcome.

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"Hey," Sebastian tapped her shoulder and she pulled her airpods from her ears, "what are you listening to?" He had been curious to what the young lady had been listening to every time she pulled her airpods out. 

"Lady Gaga!" She told him, excited that the German driver was interested in what music she listened to. She showed him her phone and it showed she was listening to "Love Game". 

Sebastian nodded, he knew the artist but her songs were a complete mystery to him. "Is it a good song?" 

"It's a bop, Seb." 

The curious grin on Sebastian's face was replaced by a confused expression. He had never encountered that phrase before. 

He offered her an awkward laugh. "Oh, that's good, Y/N." 

The young woman noticed the visible confusion on his face, and her suspicions were confirmed by his hesitant answer. 

"You don't know what that means, do you?" 

Sebastian became flustered as soon as the question left her mouth, a bit embarrassed that he was caught. 

"Oh my god, Sebastian!" She exclaimed, shocked that he didn't know what the word meant. "This is unacceptable!" 

"Y/N, I don't know that kind of language, I was born in the 80's." He defended himself, blaming his age for not knowing popular slang. 

"When you say a song is a bop, it means you find it a very good song." She explained, almost like how a teacher would clarify something to their student. 

"Ah, okay." Sebastian was confident he was never ever going to use that word in a conversation, but at least he learned something new. 

"Seb, Y/N." Fernando approached his two colleagues, greeting them with a smile. 

They greeted him back and it was like the Spanish driver came to them at the right time. "Nando, do you know what 'bop' means?" The German asked him, hoping he would be just as clueless as he was. 

"What? Bomb?" The confusion on Fernando's face caused the woman to burst out laughing, amused by the entire situation. 

Sebastian chuckled at her, before focusing back on Fernando. "No, no, bop," he clarified for him, "it's something that you call a song." 

The Spaniard shook his head, his eyebrows furrowed together. "No, is it an internet thing?" He directed the question towards the young lady that still was losing her mind over Fernando's confusion. 

Sebastian answered for her, starting to laugh as well. "Yes, when you really like a song, you call it a bop." He explained to the older driver, the use of his hands showing how serious he was being. 

"Bop?" Fernando said one more time, still confused by the pronunciation of the word. 

Y/N nodded, her laughter having died down. "Yes, bop! B-O-P." She spelled for him. 

"You really learn something new everyday, huh?" 

Despite Sebastian's claim that he would never use the new learned word in a conversation, he couldn't help but wanting to show off that he had acquired new knowledge to some of the other drivers. And he knew exactly who to start with. 

"Lewis!" 

The Mercedes driver flinched at the sudden opening of his driver room door, but he immediately smiled upon seeing who was his guest. "Hey, Seb!" 

"Oh, you were listening to music?" Sebastian had taken notice of the headphones that laid beside Lewis on his couch. 

The Brit nodded, putting the song on pause. "Yeah." 

"What, uh, were you listening to?" 

Lewis chuckled, not being used to the German asking after his musical interests. "A song by Future, he's a rapper." 

"Oh, nice," he nodded, "Is the song a bop?" As the word left his lips, he glanced at Lewis to catch his reaction. 

Lewis was surprised, not expecting Sebastian to throw in a word like that in a conversation. "Yes, it's, uh, very good indeed." 

Sebastian was pleased with himself, content that Lewis seemed impressed with him. 

"Where- where did you learn that word?" The man opposite him giggled, not having a clue as to how Sebastian even knew about the existence of the term. 

"Y/N taught me." He answered with a proud look on his face. 

"I should've known." 

[lewisthot]

hate II

summary: seeing each other for the first time, you don’t know what will happen rating: 18+ words: 4.9k characters: lewis hamilton x fem!reader a/n: this is a long one, a little degradation so let me know what you think, would appreciate thoughts and feedback! cred for gif @l8tof1​ read part 1 here

ever since the party you hadn’t been able to stop thinking about lewis, he had left you with hickeys every day you’d look at them and it’d transport you back to that night. you had succumbed to signing onto your finsta to watch his insta story not that he would’ve noticed if you were watching from your main but you didn’t wanna take the risk. you were curious as to where he was, what he was doing not because you cared - you still very much despised the man but you needed to know when he’d be back in town when you’d see him again and you couldn’t ask your mutual friends, they’d think it’s weird you care about his coming and goings.

you didn’t have to wonder for long tho, getting an invite for a dinner hosted by him. now you might think it’s weird but even though you couldn’t stand each other you both were civil in front of your mutual friends and invited each other to whatever was planned that included the group. you thought about what you were going to wear, you wanted to look sexy but not like you were trying too hard. this was the first time you were going to see each other since that night you let him degrade you, you were annoyed at how submissive to him you had been - he had the upper hand and you weren’t gonna let him. it was the night of the dinner and you arrived fashionably late, knocking on his door you fidgeted oddly anxious.

‘hi, you’re late’ he opened the door with a smile that could melt the coldest hearts but not yours, it was irritating.

‘you gonna let me in?’

‘idk, why should i?’

‘lewis!…’ you rolled your eyes in annoyance, pulling out your phone. ‘i guess i’ll just text the group chat that you won’t let me in’

‘damn, are you always such a brat?’

‘stop calling me that!’

he leaned down to your ears whispering ‘why? does it turn you on?’ you slapped his chest, shoving him, you couldn’t believe the audacity. finally stepping aside he let you in walking you to the bar, dinner hadn’t started yet. you greeted all your friends before walking over to the bar where lewis was.

‘what can i get for you?’

‘i can make my own drinks like i’d ever trust a drink from you?’

‘what do you think i’m gonna do? spike you? if i remember correctly i don’t need anything to get you to spread your legs for me.

you took in a sharp inhale, trying not to explode. what really angered you was the fact he wasn’t wrong and he was gonna rub it in your face.

‘fuck you’

‘you already did like a desperate slut’

he chuckled making you a pornstar martini throughout this interaction, he knew it was your favourite cocktail even going as far as to buy passion fruit for the dressing. why he made this effort he didn’t know, you certainly didn’t deserve it.

‘here’ handing you your cocktail, you took a sip how did he know your favourite cocktail?

‘how do you know i like a pornstar martini?’

‘because i know you’re basic and predictable’

‘sure or maybe you’re obsessed with me and watch my every move like a stalker freak’

‘you would like that wouldn’t you, you think you’re such hot shit’

‘yeah, i am’ and with that you walked away, joining your friends.

finally, time to sit and eat, he’d placed a name card for seating and for whatever reason you had ended up next to him. you sighed internally, ‘pull yourself together!’ you thought to yourself, you can’t let him know how much he pissed you off. you weren’t the only one caught by surprise, your friend pointing it out.

‘i didn’t place y/n next to me, someone has clearly rearranged the name cards’

your friends giggled, ‘you were so civil last month at my party. think of it like exposure therapy soon enough you’ll stop hating each other’ your other friends laughed, the notion ridiculous. you don’t know why but i bothered you that he didn’t want you next to him.

surprisingly you both remained civil for most of the night, you ate, drank and shared laughs with your friends till there was a lull in the conversation. he turned to you as you picked at your dinner, you didn’t mind eating vegan food but you were a picky eater.

‘are you a child? stop playing with your food’

‘stop watching me eat’

'don't play with your food then.'

'shut up.' without thinking you kicked him.

‘ouch! such a child' you wanted to kick him again but he already had your leg caged in with his.

‘let go of my leg’

‘will you behave?’

‘fuck off’

he let go but you weren’t done, you slipped your heel off, lifting your leg you pressed your foot into his crotch. his eyes widen choking on his food, you suppressed your laugh bringing your foot down. you ran your legs up his multiple times, pressing your foot into this crotch every time he spoke. he shot you a deathly glare but you didn’t care, when you start to knead his crotch that’s when he lost it, grabbing your foot to still you, his hold too firm you couldn’t escape.

he leaned in whispering, ‘you get me hard and you’re gonna have to take care of it’

‘oh shut up, if you want me to suck on your cock ask nicely’

you giggled at the annoyance on his face, maybe you shouldn’t have been rubbing his crotch but now that the line had been crossed, you just saw it as another way to mess with him. he let go of your leg allowing you the chance to slip away, heading to the bathroom. hearing a knock on the door you shouted out, 'just a minute!' you opened the door to find lewis.

‘ugh’ he grabbed you by the waist pushing you back into the bathroom.

‘you think you can get me hard and get away with it?’

you swallowed hard, he had you pinned against the bathroom wall his hand holding your chin, your pussy already throbbing.

‘fuck off’

‘not answering the question’

‘do i need to fuck the brat out of you again?’ he held your chin tracing his thumb over your lips, opening your mouth slightly lewis slipped his thumb in. sucking on his thumb your heart was racing, breathing shallow, the tension thick he pulled you in for a passionate kiss his hands on your ass you wrapped your arms around his neck jumping into his embrace. he walked over to the bathroom countertop sitting you down. he unzipped his trousers pulling out his hard cock pushing aside your panties he pushed his cock into your waiting hole, you moaned against his lips gripping the counter as lewis thrusted into you. opening your leg wider you arched your back as his pace quickened. you snaked a hand between your bodies seeking out your throbbing clit, lewis had decided he wasn't going to let you cum a punishment for being a brat, grabbing your wrist.

'oh you don't get to cum, this is about me and like the slut you are you're gonna let me use you'

'fuck lewis!'

'turn around, i want you to watch me fuck you like the whore you are.'

pulling out, you turned around facing the bathroom mirror he pulled your dress up slamming back into your soaked pussy, you couldn't help it but you let out a load moan.

'you want everyone to hear what a fucking you are? just a fucking hole for me to fill up'

you bit your bottom lip trying to hold back your moans, lifting one of your leg onto the counter giving him the perfect angle to get nice and deep, grabbing your arms he pinned them behind your back as he continued to slam into your pussy. he had complete control of your body now watching as he used your hole it turned you on, it felt almost primal, his thrusts soon becoming sloppy as he groaned into your ear you knew he was close to climax.

'fuck, i'm gonna cum!'

with one last thrust he released his hold on your arm and gripped your hips letting out a loud grunt as he emptied himself inside your warm hole, he held himself inside you for a few moments as he caught his breath. slowly pulling out he watched as his cum leaked out moaning at the sight. you twisted around clenching your pussy as you pushed out his fluids, running your fingers through your folds you  swiped as much as possible as you licked his cum off your fingers.

'fucking hell'

you smirked at his reaction as he grabbed a wash cloth he cleaned the rest of the cum you had missed and pulling your panties back into position.

'get on your knees and clean me up'

you fell to your knees taking his still hard cock into your mouth licking off your mix of juices, he groaned as your tongue swirled around his cock.

'always such a good girl when my cock is in one of your holes, no attitude just a good little whore'

you rolled your eyes before standing back up, he chuckled as he tucked himself back.

'roll your eyes at me all you want, i'll put you in your place again or maybe that's why you're more annoying than ever, you're just a desperate cock slut.'

grabbing your face and he pulled you in for a kiss, you kissed him hard and angry biting his bottom lip and tugging as you pulled away.

'we've been up here for too long, wait a few minutes before coming back down.'

he was taken aback by your casual behaviour but he's not sure what he expected, for the rest of the night things went smoothly, once dinner was over everyone headed into another room for more drinks with music playing now everyone was letting loose. you and lewis didn't interact for the rest of the night other than stealing glances at one another, you very frustrated having not being allowed to cum in the moment you didn't care caught up in watching lewis fall apart as he filled you up but all you could think about was how he had made you cum before and how good it felt but you said to yourself this couldn't happen again.

now home time everyone started ordering ubers home unfortunately for you, you lived in the opposite direction of your friends so you’d have to get an uber separately. that’s when the idea popped into your mind, this was a chance to be alone with lewis you hated talking to him but things needed to be straightened out about the last hook up, boundaries re-established. the last of your friends about to leave, you have them a hug goodbye.

‘don’t kill each other, now we’re not here to meditate’

you laughed, rolling your eyes ‘we can behave for the few minutes i have to wait for my uber’

‘okay good! bye sweeties’

you waved off your friends feeling slightly guilty for lying. now it was just you and lewis.

‘when’s your uber coming?’

‘it’s not, we need to talk first’

you headed into the living room sitting on the sofa.

‘look we we’re not fucking again and we’re gonna chalk it up to a drunken mistake’

‘i wasn’t drunk and i’ve seen you drunk plenty of times, you were tipsy at most.’

‘okay, who cares tipsy or drunk, same difference! so no more of the bathroom thing’

‘and what about you rubbing my crotch trying to get me hard?’

‘whatever that’s not happening again. now let’s go back to hating each other’

‘i don’t hate you’ you rolled your eyes at his ridiculous statement.

‘you don’t hate me!? so being a dick to me is what then?’

‘you started it!’

‘no i didn’t’

‘the first time we met, you were so cold to me like my presence inconvenienced you’

‘that’s not true! i’m just socially awkward! and anyways, even after that, i tried to be nice but whenever i spoke to you, you acted like you didn’t wanna speak to me! and then you started with the unnecessary jabs about anything and everything! you put on this nice guy facade but you’re not a nice guy, you’re rude and irritating!’

lewis sat there taken aback by your outburst, processing your words. he thought back to the early days of meeting you, maybe you were so cold as he thought but then he remembered a comment you made.

‘you said ‘you don’t buy my nice guy act and that you thought i was a fuck boy’ you didn’t even know me and you were already judging me!’

‘well don't eavesdrop them! and i said I’ll give you the benefit of the doubt anyways! you’re always pictured leaving clubs and hotels with random women so me thinking you were a fuck boy is not out of this realm! and if it really bothered you should’ve said something at the time, you’re a grown man act like one.’

now he really didn’t know what to say, he should’ve just confronted you at the time but instead, he brought his walls up with you and pushed your buttons whenever he could.

‘i’m sorry, you’re right i should’ve spoken to you at the time instead of holding it against all this time’

‘thanks, i’m sure it was really hard for you to not have a woman drop to her feet for you’

‘see why do you do that! i was being sincere and you just jab at me’

‘the apology doesn’t change anything’

‘why not?’

‘because you can’t undo years' worth of hatred with one apology, when you’re consistently nice to me i’ll believe it’

‘you need to apologise too!’

‘no, if you hadn’t been eavesdropping you would’ve not known what i said and then we wouldn’t hate each other’

‘okay fair enough so how about an act of kindness right now?’ he leaned in close ‘can i kiss you?’ you nodded and with that, he placed a hand on your face as he closed the gap kissing you deeply. you fell back on the sofa, wrapping your legs around him as you continued to kiss. you rocked against each other practically dry humping, you could feel yourself get wetter when you felt his erection against your core. finally tearing himself from your lips he pressed his forehead against you, he pushed your dress up snaking his hand under your panties where he felt how soaked you were.

‘fuck you’re soaking wet, i haven’t even done anything. are you sure you hate me?'

you couldn’t hide your face and the sheer embarrassment you felt, he could read it all with him so close.

‘what happened to being nice?’

‘baby, i’m just stating facts and asking questions’

he slipped his fingers into your hole before you could say anything, instead letting out a moan.

'you're a lot less annoying when the only noises that come out of you are moans'

he dragged your juices up your folds, rubbing your clit. you wanted to say something but the pleasure was distracting, you kissed him hard and rough biting his bottom lip. unbuttoning his shirt, you ran your hands up his torso feeling his tight muscles. when you ran your hands down to unbutton his trousers, lewis pulled away from the kiss.

‘right now, i just wanna make you feel good’

he stood up pulling you up with him, turning you around he pressed kissing along the back of your shoulder and the nape of your neck as he unzipped your dress letting it pool at your feet. he unhooked your bra, turning you back around to face him. you wrapped your arms around him, kissing him deeply.

‘why am i naked again and not you?

pulling off his unbuttoned shirt he chuckled as your hand reached for his trousers.

‘you really want my cock? who knew you were such a cock slut’

you rolled your eyes, letting go of his trouser zip. ‘you know what let’s keep your trousers on’

he chuckled, he couldn’t help pushing your buttons and yeah he said he’d be nice but what’s a light poking? he pushed you back down onto the sofa, kissing along your neck leaving little nips.

‘stop that! i was covered in stupid hickeys last time’

‘good, i don’t want anyone touching what’s mine’

‘i’m not yours’

he leaned back up to face with smug look, ‘you let every guy fuck your like that?’

‘like you said i’m a slut’

‘i think you’re only a slut for my cock’

‘this arrogance is why i find you deeply annoying’

he ignored your insult noting the lack of denial but he chose not to bring it up too distracted by your tits in his face. he took one in his hand pinching your nipple and the other in his mouth, sucking and biting the nipple. you cried out in pleasure, wrapping your legs around his hips your rocked your hips against his hard cock which only made you moan louder.

‘lewis…fuck!’

he smirked at the strain in your voice, how desperate you sounded. he continued to press kisses down your body, one hand still on your chest. soon enough he was in between your leg.you lifted your legs as he pulled your underwear down, before you could bring them down he held your legs.

‘fuck you look so good like this’ he ran his fingers through your folds

‘you could fuck me like this’

‘you know if you actually begged for my cock i’d give it to you but for now you’ll have to settle for my mouth’

he released your legs opening them wide and pinning them down. he leaned down licking up your folds, taking your clit into his mouth. you arched your back, one arm thrown back digging into the sofa arm and the other digging into the sofa cushion.

‘oh fuck lewis’

your cries further encouraged him, pressing his tongue into your hole before dragging his tongue back up your folds and sucking on your clit, he sucked on it hard pulling on it lightly. he leaned up, plunging his fingers into your wet hole as he thumbed your clit. he grabbed your face kissing you roughly swallowing your moans. your pussy throbbed as you tasted yourself on his tongue, he started to pull away but you bit his bottom lip and your hand grabbed the one on your face leaning up with him not wanting the kiss to end and like he knew he curled his fingers inside you hitting the g-spot, it caused a jolt through your body collapsing back onto the sofa. seeing your body writhe like this fuelled him even more, slowly coming undone due to this actions.

‘open your eyes baby, watch me make you cum’

you lifted your head forcing your eyes open, it was hard to not let the pleasure consume you but watching lewis devour your pussy was worth it, making eye contact your moans encouraging him, sucking on your clit with his fingers inside you. he watched your every expression, that’s when he found the right spot on your clit - combined with the finger fucking your body stiffened.

you tried to get the words out, ‘i—i’m—fuck—yes!—right there!’

you let out a primal scream as he drove you over the edge, your body convulsing as the orgasm washed over you. he didn’t let up though, still in between your legs your pussy clenched around his fingers your clit throbbing in his mouth, your legs still pinned down.

‘lewis…’

he finally let up pulling his fingers out, releasing your clit and letting go of your legs. ‘you just taste so delicious’ he lapped up your juices and with every lick your body writhed, wrapping your leg around him.

‘lewis please...i can’t’

you were overwhelmed, your pussy too sensitive. your body out of your control, shuddering without choice. lewis finally pulled away.

‘you sure about that?’ 

he leaned down, sucking on your clit, you shuddered letting out a small moan. ‘maybe i can pull out another orgasm’ he licked a stripe through your folds, you cried out your legs tightening around him, you wanted to say no but it felt so good even if it felt too much.

‘i know you’ve got one more in you baby’ 

he circled your clit with his tongue, his hands ran up your body, you had one hand digging into his sofa and the other free he grabbed your hands intertwining it with his. you arched your back, rocking your hips against him and squeezing his hand hard. he found your sweet spot again, you were sure you were gonna collapse from the intense pleasure. this time you didn’t bother telling him you were about to cum, you were sure he knew with you how you moaned his name and let out a bunch of incoherent words. pushed over the edge again, your legs untangled from him falling to his sides limp. again he lapped your juices as you rode your orgasm but you really couldn’t handle it this time, with your free hand you pushed on his head trying to escape him.

‘fuck you taste so fucking good’

he pressed light kisses up your body till he was eye level giving you a soft kiss, tasting yourself on his tongue you moaned against his lips deepening the kiss. lewis settled beside you thankful the sofa was wide enough for both your bodies.

‘you okay y/n?’

‘yeah, just a little wiped out. you know cumming twice kinda takes a toll’

he chuckled stroking your hair, ‘what can i say, you taste delicious it’s hard to not want more’

you laid in a comfortable silence, feeling your energy level bounce back you leaned in to kiss him, soon enough you were making out till you were both out of breath.

‘you really can’t get enough of me huh?’

‘shut up’

‘why don't you stay over?’

‘i can’t, i have plans tomorrow morning’

‘cancel and let’s see how many times i can make you cum in a night’

'who says my plans don't include someone else who’s made the same promise'

‘do you always have to be so annoying?’

‘yes, pissing you off is so much fun, i mean why are you even pouting right now?’

‘i’m not’

‘just shut up and go back to kissing me, i’m losing the desire to reward you for making me cum twice’

with that he grabbed your face kissing you deeply, you wrapped your arms around his neck pulling him upright with you. kissing down his neck you sucked and nipped, if you were gonna be left with marks by him it was only fair he was too. trailing kisses along his shoulder, your hands roaming his body. you lifted yourself off his lap, dropping to your knees in between his legs. understanding what was about to happen he shimmied forward, undoing his trousers you pulled both his trouser and boxers down.

‘so much precum leaking, poor baby i know you’ve been hard for hours. maybe i should leave you like this…’ you grabbed his cock, swiping the cum with your thumb smearing it all over the head.

‘y/n…’

‘beg, tell me how much you want me’

‘fuck baby, i need you so so much’

‘what do you need from me?’

‘i need you to put that mouth to good use for once’

begging was not in his nature especially to you, you licked up from the base of his cock, swirling your tongue around the tip. you sucked on the tip, moaning at the taste of his precum. he let out a grunt, stroking your face grabbing the loose strands of hair hiding your face pushing them back - he wanted the the perfect view of your mouth wrapped around his cock.

‘baby you carry on teasing me, i’ll make you gag on my cock’

wanting to tease him some more and push his button, you pulled yourself off his cock taking his balls into your mouth as you slowly pumped his cock. lewis grabbed a handful of your hair standing up.

‘always a brat, you forget you’re just a hole for me to use’

he pushed you down his cock, making you gag like you wanted. his pace was relentless literally fucking your face your eyes watered, drooling from the side, you were a mess but all lewis could think about was how well you took his cock.

‘this is what your mouth’s fucking good for’

you hummed against his cock in agreement, feeling his body tense you hummed some more.

‘fuuu—'

the vibrations pushing him over the edge, he held you down gagging as he cum sprayed the back of your throat. releasing your hair you pulled yourself off his cock slowly as he came, letting a little cum dribble out of your mouth swiping it back into your mouth which earned a groan from lewis.

‘that was…fuck’ he fell back down onto sofa, ‘come here’ he pulled you back onto his lap, wiping your tear stain cheeks.

‘do you really have to go?’

‘yes’ you smirked ‘actually i should order my uber’

you untangled from him, walking over to your purse which held your phone. lewis noted how casually you walked around naked, how good you looked naked in his space, he could get used to this. he shook his head at the thought, you were well you and you weren’t interested in him like that and nor was he, the orgasmic bliss you’d brought him too was clearly confusing him. straddling him again you scrolled your phone booking an uber home.

‘let me drive you home?’

‘you don’t like driving unless it’s an f1 car’

‘how do you know that?’

‘i may not like you but i know a thing or two, do you just tune out when i speak?’

‘yes’

‘of course, you’re incredibly self absorbed it makes sense’

‘you’re right you should go home’

‘are you mad i called you self absorbed?’ you teasingly spoke, mocking him by pouting.

‘no’ leaning up you pressed a gentle kiss but when he didn't kiss you back you rolled your eyes.

now you were offended which is exactly what he wanted. he chuckled grabbing your phone and tossing it aside. wrapping his arms around your body he flipped you under him. you squealed as he manhandled you, slapping his chest.

‘i’ll show you—’

you giggled silencing him with a kiss, a kiss he happily accepted. 

‘lewis i need to get dressed before the uber arrives!’ 

getting up he gave you a hand, grabbing your underwear and dress lewis grabbed his boxers, both getting dressed. you looked yourself over in the mirror, wiping your smudged mascara and fixing your hair. lewis stood there watching you, he wanted to come up behind you and kiss you some more but this was all feeling a little too domestic.

‘do you have a hair band? my hair is fucked’

he pulled the one holding his braids. ‘here’

‘thanks’ you tied your hair into a bun, ‘now i look half presentable’

you ran your hands through his braid. ‘it’s cute all out like this’

‘uh, thanks’ he was surprised by the compliment, he was pretty sure you’d never paid him a compliment, yet you did so casually.

you grabbed your phone, the uber was a minute away - perfect timing.

‘well my uber is arriving…’

you both walked to his door, opening it for you.

‘text me when you get home?’

‘okay’

‘bye’

you were going to just walk out but you impulsively turned around in the doorway, pressing a quick kiss but lewis grabbed you deepening the kiss. you stroked his cheek as you pulled back.

‘bye…’

you ran to the uber jumping in all you could think about was that goodbye, why did you kiss him, why did he kiss you like that!? why did you stroke his cheek!? you sighed, maybe you shouldn’t hook up with him again.

read part 3 here

[isabellabrodar]

Can I request something?

What about Lando fooling around with his toddler at the paddock?

thank u! xx

favorite fan | lando norris

pairing: lando norris x reader

warnings: none

word count: ~1,2k

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all your worries about bringing your daughter to a grand prix for the first time vanished once you saw the excitement in lando’s eyes as he spotted the two of you walking into the mclaren building.

“what are you two doing here?” your boyfriend asked when he finally reached you. aelin’s arms immediately went up in his direction and she let out the most adorable giggle when lando picked her up and sat her in his arms.

“well your daughter really wanted to meet lewis hamilton, so i thought, why not bring her here.” you answered sarcastically while pointing at her outfit. she was wearing a toddlers mclaren tshirt and an orange skirt, paired with a cap on her head that had the teams logo and the number four on it.

“you look absolutely adorable, my love.” lando said to aelin who had started wiggle in his arms, trying to see what was happening around her.

“we’re gonna stay for qualifying, but i don’t know if we’re going to make it to the race tomorrow.”

“that’s alright, darling. thank you so much for coming.” you boyfriend gave you a peck on the lips while placing one of his hands on the small of your back.

“let’s go, i have so much to show her.” his excitement really started to show as you made your way outside and he started to tell you about how well the last practice went.

the paddock was filling up quickly. media teams trying to get some footage before the qualifying seasions and a couple of famous people using their vip access to stroll past the team buildings. the amount of people and cameras would’ve normally made you nervous, your instincts to bring your daughter home kicking in. but she had a huge smile on her face, matching her dad’s who was proudly explaining everything.

“okay so this is were the good drivers work, my love.” lando stated as we walked out of the orange building

“but these lads over there are very, very slow. you will only ever see them in your mirrors.” he was now pointing at max who was talking to checo and charles, all three of them too engaged in their conversation to hear lando’s comment.

“daniel is going to join us in a minute and then we can go to the garage.” you couldn’t help but smile at your little family when lando turned around to face you, making sure you heard him. aelin was holding onto him tightly while trying to look at everyone and everything that was surrounding her.

you also tried to take everything in, realizing that it had been a very long time since you joined your boyfriend for a race weekend. lando was pointing at drivers and staff again while whispering in aelin’s ear, who in return seemed to be absolutely hypnotized by the scenery around her.

“y/n is that you? oh my it feels like i haven’t seen you in ages!” just as you turned towards daniel, he was already pulling you into a very big hug, pressing your face against his chest.

“mate, your suffocating her.” lando exclaimed from next to you.

“good to see you too, danny.” you smiled up at the tall driver. you had grown close quickly after he joined the team in the past year.

“weren’t you just at our house last week?” a laugh escaped you as you recalled him falling asleep next to aelin on the couch after having had a tad too much wine at dinner.

“maybe, still good to see you back here. and you too of course.” his attention now turned to your daughter who was holding onto her dad tightly.

“dan, hand me your sunglasses for a second?” a mischievous smile was forming on lando’s face.

“lando, you’re already wearing a pair.” you pointed out but daniel didn’t hesitate, already laughing because he knew what his teammate had planned. you couldn’t help but giggle when lando placed them on your daughter’s face. he had already turned her tiny mclaren cap around, so now she was matching her dad perfectly. the pair of them looked adorable together, the glasses almost hiding all of her face but you could still see her big smile underneath.

as you made your way towards the garage you noticed several people turning their attention towards lando. you saw them whisper, some people even took pictures of him holding his daughter. and while you knew that this was just another side of being somewhat famous, it made you very uncomfortable to have your daughter out in the open like that. it seemed like your boyfriend could sense how you tensed up next to him. so when he took your hand in his and gave it a little squeeze, he also leaned down to give you a quick kiss on the cheek.

“it’s okay, my love. her face is almost fully covered by the glasses.”

“i know, i know” you whispered back, whilst again admiring how great of a dad lando really was. you had never really doubted it anyways, but finding out you were pregnant came really unexpected. and with the both of you being so young and still in the midst of working on your careers it was quite the shock. but you two are handling it very well and every time you look at lando and your little girl, you realize that you wouldn’t have it any other way.

the garage was already filled with mechanics and a couple of engineers that were getting both mclaren cars ready for qualifying.

“okay, normally people don’t get to do this, but since you’re my favorite fan, let’s get you inside.”

“lan, do you really think that’s a good idea?” you laughed when you saw that aelin was already reaching for the orange race car, trying to get closer to it.

“she’ll be in her own sooner or later anyway.” your boyfriend explained while placing your daughter onto the seat. she wasn’t even tall enough to look over the steering wheel but that didn’t seem to bother her. aelin started to press all of the buttons in front of her while smiling from ear to ear and letting out a couple of giggles.

“see, she loves it.” lando said as he put his arm around your waist, pulling you up against his side. he had his phone out in the other hand, filming his daughter while she was exploring the inside of his race car.

“you know what we should do, darling?”

“what?” you asked whilst keeping your eyes on your little girl.

“have another one.” lando said to you.

“i think you better finally propose first, mate.” daniel half-shouted from where he was standing with someone from the media team.

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please just imagine lando doing his model walk around the paddock someday, but with his kid in his arms. adorable

hope this goes into the direction of what you wanted:))