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It’s part 2 of THIS :)

pairing: Lewis Hamilton x fem!reader

summary: your new sex routine with Lewis: having sex while watching your sex tapes.

word count: 2k

warning: 18+ only, nsfw, explicit sex content, sex tapes, oral sex(m received), P in V sex, dirty talk, slightly Dom/Sub, spanking, praise kink. If you feel uncomfortable, please exit promptly.

note: Italicized text represents the content and dialogue from the video. That idea was sparked by an anon, thank you! As always, welcome any advice or suggestions.

“Baby, which one should we watch today?”Lewis took out the videotapes and placed them on the cabinet, looking at the marker-penned labels as he asked, “The Christmas one? Or the one I made you cum with my fingers?”

You lightly tapped his shoulder. “Hey, that wasn’t just about me.”

He gazed at you intently, black eyes filled with earnestness, “But you looked especially beautiful when you cum.” As if to say tonight’s dinner was particularly good.

That time was really intense. What happened again? Oh, you think it was because you both had a bit to drink. Does alcohol-free tequila also make people drunk? Once in a tipsy mood, after a few kisses, desire surged like a tidal wave.

Lewis turned off all the indoor lights, leaving only a floor lamp on.

“Hey, today was dd/mm/yy.” In the scene, a gentle flush colored your cheekbones, and your eyes sparkled with a radiant smile.

Ah, how did we get into that state? Did we have a few drinks then?

“Here is... Lewis.” The next second, like a beacon of charisma, Lewis’s face emerged in the frame, his beautiful brown skin radiant under the lights.

The video suddenly paused.

“What’s wrong?” You turned to look at him.

“Can we have a competition?” Okay, his desire to win extended beyond the race track.

“What are we competing in?”

“Whoever initiates the kiss first loses.”

As the video resumed, his arms wrapped around your middle as he hugged you tightly into his chest, and one of his hands slid down between your legs.

“Take your clothes off, Lewis.”

Were you always this direct when you were tipsy?

Sure enough, the next moment his palm rested on your mound. But surprisingly, he just left it there, without making any further moves.

In the video, the two of you had already started stripping each other’s clothes off. The camera was placed on the bedside table. With rustling sounds, you hastily removed your clothes, letting them fall to the floor, and without a pause, you began kissing passionately.

As the camera zoomed in on the intense kiss between you and Lewis, you shifted in your seat, feeling your tongue moistening your lips in anticipation. Your inner thighs brushed against his wrist, nestled between them, and you sensed a delicious dampness beginning to seep through your panties.

You couldn’t get wet that soon. Otherwise, it would seem too eager.

You stole a glance at Lewis’s profile beside you. the contours of his strong nose and the hint of a well-groomed beard were illuminated softly by the ambient light. He was completely absorbed in watching.

The sound of kissing in the video was accompanied by a soft, wet noise.

Damn, regretting it now. Why did you make it a competition? He should be kissing you right now. You really want it, your whole body is tense, wanting to be devoured by him.

Your eyes stared fixedly at the video, how could Lewis be so whole-heartedly in just a kiss?

You were pulled closer by Lewis, his hand on your neck, while his other arm wrapped around your waist, kneading your butt.

The hand between your thighs finally reacted a bit, pressing down on your mound at an extremely slow pace. You squeezed his hand between your legs, grinding against his hips while reaching out to touch his chest. Your palm, through his T-shirt, gripped tightly, eliciting a soft moan.

The camera zoomed in, revealing his abs tensing and relaxing. Your throat involuntarily swallowed drools as your hand slid down from Lewis's chest to his thighs.

With a few swift movements, his underwear was pulled down, and his semi-erect cock sprang out. Your smaller hand grasped it the next second, stroking it gently up and down.

“The way you get hard is so sexy...”

“well,” his strong arm appeared in the frame, probably caressing your face from the angle, “but you, baby, are even sexier.”

A rush of heat surged through your body. His low laughter, filtered through the speakers, only made it itchier, so you discreetly rubbed against the bedsheet, your hand slipping into Lewis‘s waistband. After a few strokes through his underwear, you couldn’t resist anymore.

That weighty thing was too enticing, and you wanted to feel it now.

You relenting and tugging his boxers down. Your mouth waters as his hard cock springs free, slapping against his navel with a lewd sound. You don’t hesitate to wrap your hand around the base, angling his pretty length towards your mouth.

No kissing. that’s mean I can kiss his cock?

You lean your head down, suck just the tip into your mouth, swirling your tongue over his sensitive head. satisfied, and deliberately squinting your eyes as you looked up at Lewis.

“you’re breaking the rules...”

“Rules—” You slowly opened your mouth, allowing the head of his cock to slide into your mouth, and let your tongue swirl around it. “are meant to be broke, right?”

As you finished speaking, you performed several deepthroats, emitting soft moans as your lips hugged the base of the penis, causing Lewis to gasp urgently. You were quite satisfied with the current situation, able to both suck his cock and escape the video, at least for a while.

“You like that, don’t you?”You asked in a muffled voice because your mouth was occupied.

“Didn’t your family teach you not to talk with your mouth full?” Lewis shot back in a cross between an annoyed and sexy tone.

All Lewis received for his effort was you caressing his sacks, and the gentle touch of you cheek against his throbbing member made Lewis clench his fists as he growled.

You raised your eyelids, meeting Lewis’s gaze. The non-kissing contest came to an immediate end.

You were pulled up by the arm and your mouth was covered, Lewis devouring your lips as if starving for days.

There we go. That’s more like it.

“You lost.”

“Yeah, what reward do you want?”

“Spank me.”

The eighth.

You inhaled deeply, silently counting in your mind.

Kneeling on the bed, your buttocks raised high. The only downside is that with a slight lift of your head, you could see the tangled couple on the screen (Currently, you were making loud noises because you were being fingered). Lewis deliberately positioned you facing the screen. Your ears were filled with your own moans and gasps. You momentarily buried your head in your arms in an attempt to escape. Both cheeks were burning with heat, but there was a subtle sense of satisfaction in your heart. Lewis indeed fulfilled his promise, delivering firm strikes with gusto, not holding back at all.

“Feel good?”Lewis laid you back, your head dipping between the pillows.

He was quick to get you out of your panties, he was quick to press his cock to your twitching clit. A steady hand dragged his cock up and down your folds, the cock catching on your bud each time.

“Sir…” You whined, you needed his fat cock so bad. You needed to be plugged up before you sprang a leak. when your drippy cunt squelched, the slick, gushy sounds went straight to his cock as it jumped.

Up and down, up and down. Lewis guided his cock over your clit, and past your fleshy folds, teasing your needy hole by stretching you out with just the tip. Then he pulled out. When he finally fucking pushed into your warmth, you squeezed him tight, he sank in till all of him was wrapped up in your cunt.

The momentarily neglected video suddenly emitted the moans of you two. You reflexively raised your eyes to see Lewis fully inserting his shaft into your pussy.

“It’s all in.”

The feeling of the cock entering you made you toss your head back and moan, bit your lip and didn’t breath as Lewis inched deeper.

“Mmm...You’re so big, ahh, I like it.”

“You were so honest about it... Is alcohol really that magical?” Lewis teased as slowly pulled his dick out and then pushed it back in making your wet pussy sputter out the sound you both loved hearing so much.

Fuck... Is it because of doggy style? Lewis were particularly vigorous today, thrusting exceptionally deep.

“Ahhhh! O-Ohh god!” Your eyes rolled back when Lewis’s hand held onto your waist as he moved inside you in a fast and rough pace as his other hand pulled your hair making you arch your back making him hit a really good spot.

You felt him slightly pull his cock out before ramming back inside making you moan out loud because of the sudden pleasure, his shaft reached so deep because of a one deep thrust.

During sex, Lewis was very good at praising. Or rather, he was someone who frequently gave compliments even in everyday situations, but during sex, he was more straightforward with his praise, saying exactly what he felt. Even in the current video, his compliments were non-stop—

“Your pussy is so good…”

“You’re so delicious babe... I could fuck you all day…”

“Look at you, my beautiful gooey slit…”

These deep, seductive whispers, like the voice of a god of desire, swirled around in your mind, turning your rationality into chaos... There’s no need to even look at the video; just the sound alone was enough to intoxicate you. You closed your eyes drowsily, involuntarily matching Lewis’s pelvic thrusts, chasing after pleasure, indulging in the sensation...

“You’re silent today, huh?” Lewis bit down on your neck, leaving it all puffy. His pace slowed, focusing on giving it to you slow and deep, circling his hips so you felt every inch of him. The slow, sticky grind made a wet noise.

Your legs were now shaking as you were already nearing your climax. You tightly gripped the sheets.

“Ohh! D-Don’t hit me there t-too much!”You exclaimed as he continuously hit your favorite spot. He leaned on your back and grabbed your chin making you tilt your head to his direction. His big hand grabbed your tits as he pinched your nipple.

“You’re making me cum, little slut.” Lewis whispered and his thrusts became sloppier, you held onto his thighs, burying your nails in them. “A-Ahh! P-Please! Please! Ohh god!”

"Please what baby?" He teased.

“P-Please let me cum… Let me cum sir—ahh!” You loudly moaned when he moved inside you ruthlessly as his other hand found its way to your clit.

“Then cum. Cum with me.” Lewis sucked on your neck while thrusting as deep and quickly as he could to bring himself to an orgasm. His grunts of power echoed through the room and mix with yours. As you were fucked to an earth shattering climax, he erupted inside of you.

“Y/N, open your eyes.”

Your eyes barely opened, and you saw yourself on the video squirting gently, your legs convulsed spasmodically, your pussy continued dripping.

Your ass was still red, Lewis spread you open to see how your cunt gaped, empty without his fat cock, his seed dribbled out as your pussy contracted, spilling down your ass crack.

As your breathing gradually calmed, the room became quiet.

“Can I film your little hole?”

Both of you instantly turned towards the only source of sound in the room. On the video was an obviously just-squirted you.

The camera shook for a moment, and Lewis’s voice came through again:

“Oh, it’s twitching...”

You weakly emitted a groan. The camera shook again, and your ass and thighs appeared in the frame. Lewis’s fingers, coated with cum, entered the frame, gently stroking the entrance a few times before spreading it open with two fingers, aiming the camera there.

You leaned into Lewis’s embrace, burying your head in his neck, refusing to look. Meanwhile, the voice on the video, now synced with him nibbling your earlobe, said:

“I really love you. I love you the most.”

The video ended there. Lewis gently kissed the top of your head, his hand smoothing over your back. From his neck, a muffled voice emerged:

“I love you too.”

“Yeah, that’s it, the boys are gonna lose their minds.”

“Suck on it, good girl…”

“Ahhh, you are so hot, looking up at me like that, choking on my cock…”

“Ohh, when the boys see this, they are going to get rock hard…”

“Do you like that? my friends watching a video of you sucking me?”

#lewis hamilton x you #lewis hamilton smut #lewis hamilton x reader #f1 fanfic #f1 x reader #f1 x you #f1 smut #lewis hamilton imagine

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waterlilydrops · 8 days

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see you next year Lewis 💜

#lewis hamilton #f1 #team LH China

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waterlilydrops · 11 days

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Hello Lewis 🥰

#lewis hamilton #f1

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waterlilydrops · 13 days

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Gossip

(My photo album is basically filled with GIFs of Lewis, but you can put any driver in the role)

He, a gentleman, a tireless driver, a strong contender for this year’s WDC, and entangled with an infamous celebrity. It’s simply a stain on his twenty-something years of life, at least in the eyes of outsiders.

After all, it’s well known that your skills are pitiful and your work attitude leaves much to be desired. The gossip about you is juicier than the news.

Yes, that’s right, he’s the other main character of the gossip. More than one media outlet caught him leaving the bar with bright red lipstick marks on his cheeks and a shiny pair of high heels in his hand.

You were wearing those heels and dancing in your instory half an hour ago.

The conspiracy theories about you scheming with the F1 driver have just begun.

The most surprising thing is, the driver himself has gone against the norm by publishing his relationship.

“Ah, well, at least there aren’t any rumors about her being with someone else, so it’s not that bad,” his friend tried to comfort him. He insisted that the driver might have been used by the model because of his innocence, and he had already shed a few tears in advance for his shattered heart about to be struck by cruel love.

“Does she have other rumors with someone else?” He raised the volume, “No way!”

His friend felt that things were going differently than he had imagined.

Tik Tok: The naive and romantically inexperienced young driver was seduced by the model in the bar and foolishly agreed to a relationship (maybe even the hard launch was posted by the model herself).

Reality: He stormed into the bar and confronted you, yelled, “I haven’t seen you for 20 hours, and you haven’t answered my calls or messages. Don’t you love me anymore? I’m going to hard launch, right now, immediately!”

notes: This week is my home GP, so sorry I can’t write too much. But I’ve seen all your messages, thank you for your thoughts, I promise I am working on them!

#f1 x you #f1 x reader #f1 fanfic #f1 blurb #You can see from it I really want to be someone who can make money with pitiful work skills and attitude

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waterlilydrops · 14 days

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Home GP mood on:

#Lewis Hamilton #F1

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waterlilydrops · 15 days

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Hi how are you? ✨ First of all, love your writing sm 💞 can i request a fwb!lewis smutty/angsty fic where both characters are famous like he’s himself and the girl is an actress/fashion girly (kinda how Zendaya is) so they have to hide and sneak around to hook up and he acts nonchalant about their rs, but was def the one who fell first and confesses his love for her after feeling jealous of another celebrity openly flirting with her during press tour or interview and her being playful and flirting back? Sorry for the long request. Can’t wait to read more of your imagines! 🥰

Thanks so much for this detailed request love, I’m inspired. It maybe somehow different from what you imagined, but I hope you like it anyway 💜🥰 Off we go —

#f1 fanfic #estoyloca

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waterlilydrops · 15 days

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Jealous Looks Good On You

pairing: Lewis Hamilton x fem!reader

summary: Lewis can’t stand you flirting with other men anymore, even though there isn’t anything real between you two. For now.

word count: 2.1k

warning: angst, fwb to lover, 18+ only, nsfw, explicit sex content, oral sex(f received), dirty talk, slightly Dom/Sub, edging, actress!reader, mentions of film Anatomie D’une Chute

note: That’s inspired by an anon, thx! I really enjoy describing Lewis kneeling down :) As always, advices are welcome.

Tonight marked your debut at the Caesar Awards. Following your recent collaboration on Anatomie D’une Chute with Justine Triet, where you showcased exceptional chemistry, and the film clinched six awards at Cannes, your life took a dramatic turn.

Looked at your publicist, she nodded encouragingly, signaling for you to make your grand entrance.

Stepping out of the limo, your Jimmy Choo stilettos firmly planted on the ground, you exuded confidence. No longer clad in the Zara dress from the roadshow, you donned a perfectly fitted Dior dress, meticulously altered by several experts to your exact measurements. As you emerged from the luxurious car, the dress swayed gracefully, complemented by Cartier jewelry adorning your neck, items you hadn’t dared to look closely even in the most prominent billboards.

As you began walking down the carpet, fans and photographers started calling your name as soon as they recognized you. It was a surreal moment, and you felt overwhelmed with emotion. Never in a million years would you have imagined that people would know you and actually like you.

You smiled and waved at the fans, blew them a kiss to show your appreciation.

Turning to your publicist, you asked if you could go over and sign a couple of autographs, and she nodded in agreement. With her guidance, you made your way over to the fans, ready to meet them up close. You signed autographs, took selfies, and even shared hugs with a few fans.

When you were told to go for the red carpet interviews, you said bye to them and continued walking along the carpet. Standing beside the host was an young actor from a recent blockbuster film.

His mocha-colored skin glowed under the bright lights, accentuating the sharp contours of his jawline. His eyes, a mesmerizing shade of emerald green, sparkled with an enigmatic allure, like hidden depths of a lush forest.

You walked up the steps and gave them a side hug.

“Hello Y/N, how does it feel being at the Caesar Awards?” The host asked you.

“In all honesty, I’m a bit overwhelmed. I grew up watching you interview celebrities, admiring your skill and professionalism, and now I find myself in there interviewing by you — it just doesn’t feel real yet!” you answered with a light laugh.

“We are absolutely thrilled to have you here! Now you’re making me feel old!” He laughed, and you couldn’t help but join in, his easygoing demeanor helping to calm your nervousness. He continued, “Now, about the Anatomie D’une Chute, was it difficult to handle such a complex character?”

“It’s always daunting to step into uncharted territory, especially when tackling such a multifaceted character. Fortunately, having collaborators as gifted as Justine Triet, Sandra Hüller by my side made the journey infinitely more rewarding. They truly were my anchor through it all, and I owe their everything.”

As you were engrossed in conversation, your heart skipped a beat as your fingers brushed against your borrowed necklace, which suddenly slipped off. With a gasp, you watched in horror as it tumbled downward, a shimmering cascade of precious diamonds.

Acting on instinct, the young man standing beside you swiftly sprang into action, his chivalrous instincts kicking in as he intercepted the necklace just before it could kiss the ground.

You let out a breathless sigh of relief, momentarily forgetting the interview as you exclaimed, “Oh my goodness, thank you so much for catching it. Otherwise, Cartier would have my head!”

He gave a small, bashful smile, “Would it be too much if I ask to put it on you?”

“Not at all.” you smiled at him and his smile stretched across his entire face.

And so you turned around and scooped your hair up, allowing him to graze the back of his fingers ever so gently across your skin and secure your jewelry where it once was.

That evening, the video of the young celebrity putting a necklace on you went viral on social media. Everyone marveled at the sparks flying between you two, especially after the almost cheek-to-cheek selfie you took at the afterparty. Among the millions who viewed the clip, one pair of eyes lingered longer than the rest — Lewis Hamilton.

Of course, he followed you and your fan pages on his alternate account; Those videos would certainly appear on his reels. But he truly despised seeing you walking with another man on your arm. You seemed awfully comfortable around him, your hands touching him easily and your body tilted towards his.

“Looks like you were having fun.”

“It’s none of your business, Lew.”

Lewis tried to hold back his scoff. It’s none of your business. As if you were just casual acquaintances. As if you didn’t nuzzle into his chest at night, his arousal awakening to find your legs draped provocatively over his hips. As if you didn’t welcome him with a sultry smile, intertwining their fingers after passionate encounters, your thumb tracing teasing circles on the back of his hand as you share intimate secrets of your past. As if you didn’t prefer his hoodie over your own clothes, the fabric clinging to your curves like a second skin, or eagerly moan his name from the other end of a steamy video call.

But yeah. None of his business.

“Where are you?”

“Home.”

Lewis was driving a sleek silver sports car on the roads of South France. The car zoomed past the twisting roads, its engine emitting a deep roar, leaving a blurry trail of exhaust in the air. The spring breeze brushed against his face, tousling his braids, but it didn’t calm him down. He just wanted to go faster.

As you turned the doorknob and opened the door, Lewis stood before you.

Inviting him inside, his gaze immediately met yours with an intensity that didn’t go unnoticed. Oh. You recognized the familiar signs – the darkening of his eyes, the tightness of his jaw. his knuckles, tightly gripping the edge of his hoodie’s hem, displayed a tension you couldn’t ignore.

He looked god damn handsome.

“Lewis, What’s gotten into you?”

“Do you honestly think it’s none of my business?” he questioned straightly, his frustration evident in his tone.

Raising a brow, you met his gaze steadily.

“I do actually,” you replied, a hint of amusement coloring your words. “Why do you care so much anyway? It's not like we’re in an actual relationship or something.”

The truth between yours was that one day at a premier of your film held in Monte-Carlo, Lewis and you crossed paths and exchanged a few lines.

“Congratulations on your wonderful film”,“Thank you, Mr. Hamilton, I really appreciate it”, “And I must admit, You’re even more stunning in person than you are on screen.” he added with a charming smile.

And just like that, Amidst the glitz and glamour of the event, your encounter marked the beginning of something unexpected. What had started as a casual fuck swiftly evolved into a friends-with-benefits arrangement, two souls found solace in each other’s company, navigating the delicate balance between passion and discretion amidst the azure coastline.

“And what the hell was with you? Do you even know how bad it would be if the media find you were speeding driving—”

“Then let's make this real.”

Lewis interrupted you with a declaration. “I‘m done with this charade.”

His voice tinged as he stood before you, his hands clasped tightly together, “I’d be a better choice than that actors. F1 is a global sport, and I’m a seven-time World Champion.” His eyes were searching for any sign of agreement or understanding. “Plus, We understand each other better, in various ways.” He expressed his points as clearly as if he were speaking at the UN.

“8-time actually.” You corrected him, causing a groan rasped out of him.

“Lewis,” you whispered, inched closer, invaded his personal space and allowed your bodies to touch.

“What?” he grunted roughly, his body betraying him as it relaxed under your touch.

“Are you jealous?” Your hand rested on his, a playful grin dancing on your lips, your voice a seductive murmur grazing his skin.

“Yes. I’m deeply in love with you,” Lewis sighed, his gaze wandering, avoiding your intense stare.

“Hmm, is Lewis Hamilton is asking me to be his... girlfriend? and apparently he is an extremely jealous type.” You feigned innocence with a playful tilt of you head.

He couldn’t take it anymore.

He suddenly gripped your arms, pulling you close against his chest. Before you could react, he fiercely pressed his lips to yours, kissing you passionately as if he wanted to pour all of his emotions into this moment.

“Hey,” when Lewis stopped, you said gently. “Look at me, baby.” You called him by the name reserved for your most intimate moments.

Caught in the warmth of your gaze, Lewis relaxed. With a tender gesture, you leaned in, brushing a feather-light kiss upon his lips, your hands still entwined.

“I know,” you whispered softly. “I’m in love with you too.”

He could feel his heart engulfed in a whirlwind of joy and elation, every beat resonating with an overwhelming sense of happiness.

As your gazes locked, the tension between you ignited, enveloping you in a cocoon of desire.

You wrapped in Lewis’s arms as he initiated a passionate kiss. You could feel the prominence of his erection pressing against you.

As his hands found their place on your hips, you felt a sudden lift, your body effortlessly rising from the floor as he gently deposited you onto the counter.

Moving large tattooed hands up the length of your thighs, Lewis hiked your T-shirt up above your hips and tucked his fingers under the waistband of your panties. A mixture of desire and reverence floods him as he slides them down your legs.

He panted, “fuck, I need to taste you.”

He knelt before you, drawing himself nearer as he firmly grasped the underside of your thighs, his hands spread you open just wide enough that he could lean his face into your mound.

Mere seconds stretched into an eternity as the warmth of his breath caressed your delicate skin.

His tongue gently grazed the sensitive inner thighs, his warm and moist mouth enveloping the lips. And then tongue cunningly explored the slit, alternating between tight purses and sucking, causing juices to flow freely.

You couldn’t make a sound, your thoughts wholly consumed by each flick of his tongue, every firm press against you, and every pass of his hands over your thigh. He were pushing you to the edge of the cliff. Unable to resist, you lightly rubbed against his face, eager for release.

You closed eyes, feeling every tiny current coursing through your body. Just as the sparks were about to ignite, his tongue suddenly leaved.

“Can’t have you cumming yet, baby.” He looked up at you, wicked grin grown.

“Tell me, can he eat you out like this?”

You couldn’t utter a word, shaking your head eagerly. You groaned at the loss of him. You pussy felt open and empty without his tongue.

“So, he’s already tasted your little cunt?”Lewis slapped at your clit relentlessly. His gaze, a mix of jealousy and anger, consumed every inch of you with insatiable hunger, resenting the pleasure you were receiving from someone else.

You gasped sharply, a desperate “never”escaping your lips, reached down and tangled your fingers in his hair, pushing his head into you, with pleading eyes.

“My Good girl.” He lowered his head, the scruff of his beard rubbing against the skin of your sensitive thighs added to the overwhelming sensation of being held into place by his strong hands and that tongue fucking every part of your cunt so thoroughly.

He picking up his pace as he desperately sucked and slurped the folds of your pussy, lapping up your juices as if he were starved and this was the only thing that’d quell his insatiable hunger.

“Let go,” he moaned into you, “come on, baby, let me taste it.”

Your toes curled as you finally gave in to that all too familiar feeling, trembling in his grasp as he brought you to climax with his mouth, and it took every ounce of restraint to not screaming out in pleasure.

As you gradually descended from your euphoric peak, the man followed up with a series of slow, drawn-out licks, gently coaxing you back to reality. Moments later, he rose from the floor, his chin glistening with a sweet combination of drool and your own essence. He pressed one final, tender kiss to your lips.

“Bedroom, babe,” he murmurs, he voice husky with desire. “I’m not finished with you yet.”

“Lew, what’s the deal with this contact and your credit card?”

“My stylist. Maybe she could help with your red carpet look.”

“And the card?”

“Grab yourself a tough necklace that never comes off your neck.”

#lewis hamilton x you #lewis hamilton imagine #lewis hamilton x reader #f1 x you #f1 x reader #f1 fanfic #f1 smut

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waterlilydrops · 17 days

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Gold Digger

pairing: Lewis Hamilton x fem!reader, Logan Sargeant & Oscar Piastri & Zhou Guanyu & Yuki Tsunoda x family member!reader

summary: “...Didn’t she say she wasn’t serious?”

word count: 0.5k

warning: blurb, family AU(?)

note: I’m not sure if I used the warning tag correctly, please feel free to correct me

“Please, Y/N, tell me you’re not serious about this boyfriend either.” Logan nervously stared at the woman in front of him.

“Give it a rest, Logan. When have you ever seen me be serious?” You rolled your eyes in a less than elegant manner, admiring the manicure you had done today, looking quite pleased with yourself.

The four boys in front of you visibly breathed a sigh of relief.

After all, they had just cause a big mess.

You suddenly decided to do your nails today, enlisting the help of your new boyfriend to take care of the four children at home.

Oscar ushered them all onto your new boyfriend’s Maybach. The boys chattered excitedly as they headed to the city’s most expensive restaurant to give the man a run for his money - and, of course, to unintentionally cause a few other mishaps throughout the day.

Well, it seemed like the man had the sense not to come looking for you to complain.

Oscar, however, was blunt as ever: “Where did you find this easy touch this time?”

“At the hair salon, I was getting my hair done,” you gestured while running your fingers through your smooth hair, “Lewis happened to bring his date in for styling - let me tell you, that woman’s sense of aesthetics is seriously lacking, her eyes were too wide, and her nose was overly fake.”

“The point,” Oscar impatiently tapped the table.

“I said, ‘you are handsome and seem to have money, why not consider me?’ and he agreed,”you shrugged.

“And?”

“...He bought me a Birkin bag?”

“He seems alright to me, I like him,” Guanyu cut in bluntly, “If you're thinking of settling down, he’s a good choice from all aspects.”

The other three boys looked at Guanyu as if he were a traitor.

“I’m just stating a fact: you’re around the same age, you look good together. Plus, Logan needs money for college, Yuki wants to go to chef school, and Oscar’s karting expenses, they all need to be figure out.”

You were almost teary-eyed, “Guanyu, you always think about the family.”

“And he said he can offer me an internship at plus44,” Guanyu took a sip of his soda, “even though I'm not of legal age.”

“Oh—” “Damn it!” “Seriously?”

Yuki sighed, Logan rolled his eyes, and Oscar grabbed a handful of fries and tried to stuff them into Guanyu’s mouth.

“So, Oscar, what do you think?” Yuki looked at the youngest boy.

“I don’t know...” Oscar absentmindedly played with the ketchup with his fries, swinging his legs on the seat, “He seems alright, Logan intentionally spilled soda all over his car, and he didn’t say anything.”

“Hey!” Logan exclaimed, surprised that his little brother had blurted out what he had done.

“Probably because he has plenty of those luxury cars at home,” Yuki pointed out calmly, “It's not a big deal to him.”

“That‘s not true, I saw the veins on Mr. Hamilton’s arm when he clenched his fist,” Guanyu grinned mischievously, “And, Logan, need I remind you about the pleasant conversation you had with him about Roscoe?”

Logan angrily stuffed a piece of McNugget into his mouth, unusually silent.

Oscar remained impassive, as if stating a fact, “If even Logan can be deal with, then he must be pretty tough.”

Yuki looked incredulously at his seemingly indifferent brother, “So you‘ve also betrayed us, Osc?”

“You might not dislike him either, Yuki,” Oscar retorted, “I heard you praising his taste in food to Pierre.”

You listened to the whole “Hamilton’s Wonderful Day” with your chin resting on your hands, then cleared your throat, giving the four boys a warning glare, “Alright boys, don’t overdo it, I still want to spend a couple of days with him.”

Your words were met with a chorus of complaints and grumbles.

You smiled and shook your head, glanced at the time on the phone, and got up to leave.

“Hey Y/N, where are you going?”

“Lewis invited me to go for a drive tonight,” you smiled sweetly, then paused for two seconds before adding, “I might not be back tonight — Logan, take care of your brothers.”

With that, you slung your arm through your Louis Vuitton latest bag and walked out of the door with brisk steps, humming an unknown tune.

Leaving the four boys sitting there, looking at each other in confusion.

“...Didn’t she say she wasn’t serious?”

#f1 imagine #f1 fanfic #f1 x reader #f1 x you #f1 blurb #lewis hamilton x you #lewis hamilton imagine #lewis hamilton x reader #oscar piastri x reader #zhou guanyu x reader #yuki tsunoda x reader #logan sargeant x reader

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waterlilydrops · 19 days

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🏎️ Masterlist 🌬️

Sort by word count from most to least, and any fic with smut will be marked with a * in the title. Enjoy :)

PG10

Unexpected Returns*

CL16

The Perfect Way

When He Becomes a Hero

LH44

Unexpected Find*

Jealous Looks Good On You*

Archive*

Gold Digger (feat. LS02, YT22, ZG24, OP81)

#f1 x reader #f1 fanfic #f1 imagine #f1 x you #estoyloca

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waterlilydrops · 19 days

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Unexpected Find

pairing: Lewis Hamilton x fem!reader

summary: As you were helping Lewis tide up the old apartment, you suddenly found out a video tape. However, as you inserted it into the VCR and pressed play, you realized just how interesting the content of this tape was.

word count: 4k

warning: 18+ only, nsfw, explicit sex content, threesome F/F/M involved Lewis, sex tape, reverse NTR, P in V sex, masturbation(f), slight Dom/Sub,spanking, dirty talk, blowjobs, mirror. If you feel uncomfortable, please exit promptly.

notes: When I saw the GQ video, I knew I had to write about it. Sorry not sorry for my dirty mind. English is not my first language, so feel free to correct me. And any ideas or advices are welcome.

As you were helping Lewis tidy up the old apartment, you suddenly found out a video tape. It had been forgotten behind his TV set, covered in a thick layer of dust. Initially, you thought it might be an old home video. However, as you put it into the VCR and pressed play, you realized what it was.

The overwhelming moans froze you in place as the trio on the screen writhed together, engaging in the most primal of human intercourse.

This is a sex tape.

And one of the main characters in it was your long term boyfriend, Lewis Hamilton.

As you watched the intertwining bodies on the TV screen, it was hard to pinpoint your exact emotions at that moment.

Anger at being betrayed? Unlikely.

You knew deep down that you’ve been the only woman he’s been intimately involved with since being with you. The marker on the videotape clearly indicated a date from several years ago, serving as evidence of his past libertine at most. “Betrayal” was hardly applicable in this context.

Did it disgust you? You had never seen these two women in his social circle before, and it seemed like he had casually picked up two prostitutes and brought them back to the apartment you were preparing to move out of, playing threesomes on the same bed where you cuddled him every night.

But even through the screen, you could clearly see the latex stretched over his thick dick, not to mention witnessing one of the girls erotically rolling a condom onto him with just her tongue.

At least he used protection. You couldn’t ask much more from him at that moment.

With honesty, there was no anger, nor disgust. You stared at his muscular physique on the videotape, feeling all your rationality slowly slipping away, leaving only one thought occupying your mind.

Damn, he is really hot.

This is absurd.

As you watched your man being pleasured by two other unfamiliar women, eagerly licking the thick shaft that now finds its place inside you every night as you fall asleep, a clandestine and thrilling sensation swept through your entire body.

You watched as he confidently sat at the head of the bed, while the two women knelt before him, incessantly licking and teasing. You couldn't see that familiar shaft that had brought you countless pleasures peeking through the gaps in their heads - but now, it was held in the hands of two other women.

Lewis’s knuckles rested on the back of one woman's head, yet he didn't even spare a glance for them.

He first looked to one side of the bed. You knew there was a full-length mirror there. He squinted to admire the scene reflected in the mirror. Then his gaze pierced through the bed directly to the camera, as if he had sensed your presence, his bright black eyes staring straight at you through the space and time.

Instantly, you felt your pussy was soaking wet.

You always knew Lewis valued mental pleasure over physical gratification, but you never imagined he could remain indifferent even in such debauched circumstances.

If you hadn’t witnessed the whole scene, you wouldn't have believed that beneath his impassive expression, his impressive cock was being eagerly fought over by two women, being stuffed into their mouths.

His nonchalant expression was the best intense aphrodisiac for you.

You couldn’t resist him at all: that contemptuous desire for control, the aura belonging exclusively to the privileged elite, and the almost cruel calmness - as if no one could ever let him lose control.

But you had never seen him like this before. He was always passionate to the point of almost losing control.

He worshipped your body as if praying in a church, lavishing it with praise using the most eloquent language he could muster - his tongue would chatter incessantly, admiring your beauty in the most magnificent terms. Yet, incongruent with his tender words, his lower body moved with rapid and vigorous intensity.

He would use all his skills to coax your juices until it flowed, until it became thoroughly crimson and ripe, until your legs tightly wrapped around his waist. Only when he became the only driftwood you could catch in the wave of passion, he would he be satisfied, holding your hand tightly, sucking on your neck, bringing you to climax.

You found yourself distracted by thoughts of your intimate encounters, yet your eyes remained fixed on the screen.

Besides the women’s moans and his occasional sensual gasps, the air was filled with his carefully curated selection of sex music. You quickly recognized the song, his personal favorite - even now, he occasionally chose this song as the background music for your lovemaking sessions, as if he became particularly dominant and aggressive when listening to it, his actions was more rougher...

Rough, oh, that’s exactly what you crave right now.

It doesn’t mean you’re tired of his tenderness towards you in sex.

Occasionally, you just want him to treat you with the same lack of mercy as he does with slut. You want to be conquered and used by him ruthlessly, giving him seconds of surrender and climax, making you feel your unique value in his existence.

Just like how he treated those two prostitutes.

The mere thought of him teasingly calling you a “whore,” while ruthlessly humiliating you, made you instinctively clench your legs together.

Perhaps he could embrace you after this passionate lovemaking session, caressing your back and whispering apologies and declarations of love. But at least during sex, you seem to yearn more for the man on the other side of the television screen, who appears so effortlessly dominant and full of conquest in bed, making you climax directly with his cold and cruel yet handsome face.

The black-and-white video tape quality was remarkably clear, allowed you to even see every pulsation of the veins wrapping around his large phallus.

You may feel that there’s something not quite right with you.

Part of you is screaming in your mind: “Only I can suck this, only I have the right to take his glans into my mouth, whether licking or deep throating, only I can do it. If that shaft’s tip spurts cums - whether it’s precum or semen, it should be mine.”

That cock belongs to me.

But at the same time, another part of you feels that Lewis enjoying the services of two women simultaneously is truly intoxicating. Your inner pleasure cannot deceive you. You watched your boyfriend fuck another woman’s mouth, while your pussy lips continuously twitching, spitting out lewd fluids. You started to gently rub yourself, your face flushing with shame.

You watched as Lewis pushed away the woman, with complete indifference, who was fervently worshiping his cock - God, she even complained about it - and sat up on the bed.

He roughly pushed the other woman down onto the bed, lifted her legs onto his shoulders, without any foreplay, and began thrusting his huge cock into her without preamble, his back muscles tensing with aggressive contours.

You couldn’t help but let out a low moan, pushed your panties to the side and slid your fingers slide up between the folds.

You were masturbating while watching your boyfriend and someone else's sex tape.

It’s too much.

But this almost perverse behavior brought you an overwhelming pleasure.

Your teeth clenched, your right hand pressed against your clit, rubbing frantically. You imagined yourself as just one of his many women, becoming a jealous slut, kneeling between his legs, forced to lick and suck his thick, long shaft along with other women, waiting for this man’s favor. You had to resort to such lowly behavior to compete for his affection, to earn the right to be penetrated by his shaft.

“Look at the camera.”

You squint your eyes, feeling as if there are really two women watching you masturbate shamelessly. Meanwhile, your man is ruthlessly fucking another woman right in front of you.

But your gaze is fixed solely on him. You stared intently at his thrusting movements, watching the occasional sight of his thick member, constantly imagined how it would feel rubbing against your clit, how it would fill every corner of your body with its fullness, and the supreme pleasure it would bring as it moves vigorously inside you.

Waves of emptiness washed over your entire being from your lower body. You wanted to lay beneath him, pinned to the bed as he fuck you with wild abandon, instead of being left to satisfy your desires alone on the couch.

You are jealous of those two women.

Your teeth bit down on your lower lip, speeding up the movements of your hand, restraining the enticing moans in your mouth. Your gaze remained fixed on the screen of the television, watching as he thrust his hips, his cock pounding one of the women into a frenzy, occasionally emitting a sexy low groan.

Suddenly, as if sensing your fiery gaze beyond the camera, he brushed back his slightly disheveled braids with one hand, his sharp eyes locking onto yours. It was as if he was staring at prey he had set his sights on, his gaze devouring you.

Sticky liquid gushed out from within you. Your legs shivering lightly as you rode out your orgasm.

“Darling, could you help me…”

Lewis walked into the living room, his face filled with bewilderment as he loosened the half-tied tie around his neck. With just one glance, he noticed you lying on the couch, eyes dazed and legs still spread wide open, a puddle forming underneath you, soaking the sofa fabric with suspicious liquid, while droplets of juices trickled down onto the floor, and his “masterpiece” from years ago playing on the VCR.

He probably only stood there in shock for a few seconds before quickly piecing together the situation.

He hadn’t anticipated that the girl he had been carefully concealing his almost perverse desires from and treating as gently as possible would secretly yearn for his dirty and depraved side. What a surprise, isn’t it?

He licked his slightly dry lips, then simply pulled off the half-tied tie and tossed it aside, striding casually towards you. In just a few steps, his demeanor completely changed. His gaze turned sinister and dangerous, his strong figure almost completely engulfing you, the pressure overwhelming.

He bent down, leaning close to your ear, deliberately lowering his already sensual voice to a chuckle.

“Watching your boyfriend cheat on you with someone else in a video and masturbating to it. You really are a depraved whore.”

You lowered your eyes, eyelashes trembling lightly. Your legs, still tingling from the orgasm, couldn’t help but tremble a few times at his words, causing your butt to shake along with them. Lewis keenly caught the movement of it, his eyes instantly tainted with lust.

He ruthlessly slapped your still-dripping pussy, his demeanor intimidating. “So, my little slut, did you just sneak your fingers into the slutty cunt that belongs only to me?”

His touch ignited the desire deep within you once again, the emptiness in your lower body yearning to be filled by his manhood, longing to be thoroughly penetrated by him - not to mention your lewd sexual fantasies just moments ago. You looked into his eyes with a craving and anticipation that even you hadn't realized was there.

You wanted more.

“You know I will punish you,” he squinted, his cold and crazed expression blending with the one from the TV just now. His hand parted your pussy lips, exposing your tender flower, and he firmly pinched your swollen clit. “And you want this... right? you hungry little slut?”

“Are you enjoying watching your man fuck other women while you masturbate? Hmm, does it feel good to watch my cock slide into someone else’s pussy?”

The humiliation combined with the intense clitoral pleasure was almost too much for you to bear. You tilted your head back, emitting a pleasurable moan, your entire body tensing, toes curling comfortably on the sofa.

Lewis reached out and roughly pulled off your panties, bringing them to his nose and pretending to sniff them, then stared at your naked body expressionlessly.

You cowered under his gaze, the shame resurfacing once again, your ears burning hot, yet deep inside, you were eagerly anticipating what would happen next.

He delivered another harsh slap to your exposed butt, showing no restraint in his force, “Good girl, you’ll get everything you want.”

His large hands covered your butt, squeezing the cheeks, then he lifted you off the sofa, causing you to let out a sharp gasp. Instinctively, your legs hooked around his waist. He paid no mind to his freshly pressed trousers, simply sitting down on the water stain.

You blushed, emitting a low moan mixed with annoyance and shyness. Your whole body straddled his thigh, and you rubbed against it a couple of times. It slightly relieved the heat and emptiness.

Lewis lightly stroked your butt, leaving his handprints as if they were his exclusive signature on his property. He looked satisfied with his “work”, tilting his head to nibble on your earlobe.

“Now, let’s give the good girl a little reward,” his voice was muffled, “Do you want to suck my cock?”

Without hesitation, you instantly straightened up, your gaze towards his crotch bordering on crazed adoration.

He grabbed your hair, forcing your head down towards his crotch, inundating you with a tidal wave of male pheromones. He had no restraint, but the pain on your scalp was your best aphrodisiac. It seemed that ever since he appeared, your lower body had turned into a quagmire, and now it was escalating even more.

You immediately undid his zipper and pulled out the meaty shaft that brought you pleasure, your eyes revealing your true desires. Pressing your face against his fully erect member through his trousers, you eagerly breathed in the musky scent emanating from his lower body.

You rubbed your face against his cock, spit dripping incessantly, wetting his trousers because you forgot to swallow. Your spit mixed with his pre-cum, leaving a stain of unknown origin in his crotch.

“Do you like it?” Lewis watched as his girl, almost obsessed, rubbed against his penis. He felt an intense throbbing below, the swelling sensation in his chest almost bursting through his ribcage.

“Yes, sir…” You didn’t want to leave his cock for even a second. Your delicate lips pressed against it, nodding eagerly, intoxicated by his scent. The friction of the fabric made your face flush with heat. You continued to outline the contours of his manhood with your tongue, the fabric of his pants becoming disheveled.

Your rapid and hot breath sprayed onto his sensitive thighs, tormenting him in its own way.

“Take it out,” he commanded through gritted teeth, his voice husky. “This is the reward for my little slut.”

You lifted your eyelids, gazing at him in a daze, only vaguely noticing the veins bulging on his forehead, a sign of his long-held restraint. Underneath his calm facade, he was losing control - especially after his recent command. Trembling hands fumbled to undo his belt, unzip his pants, and eagerly retrieve the source of your countless pleasures, his massive cock.

“Look at the mirror,” he commanded, lowering his head. You turned your head to the side, seeing a slut kneeling between his legs, ass raised high, hands holding his monstrous shaft almost reverently. The stark contrast between the size of his cock and your face was striking, the steamy heat filling the air. Yet he remained impeccably dressed, leaning back on the couch - except for the dark cock you just extracted from his pants, ready for immediate use.

All your earlier fantasies seemed to materialize into reality. Blushing, you emitted a pleasured moan, as if abandoning yourself, burying your head into his crotch. His body was meticulously groomed, even his pubic hair. The coarse hairs tickled your face, every breath filled with his exclusive scent.

You pecked and kissed his vein-covered shaft, occasionally extending your tongue to lick every groove. Well-trained, you knew every sensitive spot on him, carefully teasing his coronal sulcus. His hand gently massaged your head, applying a slight downward pressure, the best encouragement you could ask for.

Struggling, you opened your mouth wide and took his massive glans inside, sucking hard, hearing his breath suddenly become erratic above you.

He’s losing control. You thought, your mouth hollowed out as you sucked, trying to hide your teeth as much as possible, the sensitive muscles of your throat contracting to please the man before you.

The TV still played the video of him with those two women, their moans filling the air. He whispered maliciously in your ear, “Arch your ass higher, just like them...”

You let out a whimper from your throat, feeling your lower body start to drip again at his recent words.

All your gasps and moans were muffled by his sex, lodged in your throat, leaving you with only the option to close your eyes and suck harder on that dick, trying to convey your enthusiasm and pleasure to him.

You weren‘t sure how long you had been at it, but you keenly noticed his balls starting to twitch, his muscles tensing – a clear sign that he was about to climax. So you sped up, eagerly licking and sucking, hoping for the cum you had been yearning for.

He sensed your intention and mercilessly grabbed your hair, forcefully pulling you away from his crotch, leaving behind a trail of lewd droplets. His dick, glistening from your attentions, was now covered in slick moisture. With one hand, he slowly stroked his shaft, seemingly easing the urge to ejaculate, while the other smoothly pulled you up from the floor and placed you on his lap.

“Do you want to be fucked in the same position as they are?" he whispered maliciously in your ear.

The TV in the living room was on all the time. You sneaked a glance at the screen, where he was pressing down on the woman who was on all fours, gripping her hair as he thrust into her relentlessly.

You suddenly felt like you had lost the ability to speak, shaking your head in confusion. There was a bitter sweetness in your heart, mixed with a strange sense of arousal.

He lowered his head and gently kissed your eyes, his hand blocking your view. Your eyelashes trembled in his palm, and you looked both lost and uneasy.

He regretted saying those words just then.

Lewis’s expression darkened slightly as he gripped his dick against your mound, but he didn’t rush to slide inside. Instead, he slowly teased your lips with his shaft. Your pussy had already been softened by the previous climax, and it eagerly and shyly sucked on his head, opening and closing with your breath. He greedily stared at the tender flesh hidden beneath your folds, his eyes already tainted by desire.

Even without penetration, the girth of his head brought you exquisite pleasure, not to mention his cunning use of the tip to tease your clit. Losing sight only made your body more sensitive, and each wicked prod from him made you tremble, every cell in your body clamoring for more.

The scene on his body could be described as a feast for the eyes.

Your delicate face was once again tainted by his lust, your cheeks flushed with a captivating blush, your succulent lips waiting to be tasted by him. He teased your pussy until sweet moans spilled from your lips, seemingly forgetting his earlier indiscretion.

He quietly breathed a sigh of relief, once again raising a playful smirk as he declared, “Now, the greedy girl will receive her reward.”

His thick cock mercilessly rammed into your pussy, spreading apart every fold within you and plunging deep into your depths. In the frenzy, your hands clenched his shirt, pulling off two buttons with his movements, revealing his muscular chest. No one cared about this ruined Armani shirt; all your attention was focused on the combine of your lower bodies.

Your pussy eagerly wrapped around his cock, the sensation tight, hot, and wet. But there was no discomfort; all emptiness was fulfilled in this moment. How long had you been craving this, perhaps since the videotape started.

He removed his hand from in front of your eyes and leaned in, biting down on your lips. His black eyes even glinted red with desire. His large hand gripped your thigh, the rough fingertips stimulating your exposed skin, forcefully pressing against your hips, occasionally letting out a rough breath from his throat. The massive object within continuously rubbed against every sensitive spot inside you, gently probing in circles at the cervix.

You felt weak all over, repeating his name incessantly from your mouth, your language skills shattered by the collision of his body's movements, only able to utter pleas with a hint of crying. Sometimes, you begged him to go harder, faster; then, moments later, you cried for him to go easier due to his relentless rhythm.

As your sweet moans suddenly escalated into a scream, accompanied by the tightening of your inner walls, a large gush of fluid erupted from deep within your womb while your pussy fervently squeezed his dick. You had reached climax, experiencing a squirting sensation. He turned his head, unlike before, biting into the side of your neck like a wild predator. With his low growl, you felt waves of semen spraying against your inner walls, almost filling you entirely.

Lewis held you tenderly in his embrace, enjoying the aftermath, then extended his tongue to lightly lick the red marks he had left from his bite - which would undoubtedly linger on your body for three to five days. His meticulously groomed hair was now disheveled due to the intense activity and sweat, yet after the aggression dissipated, he appeared strangely gentle and harmless.

He stood up suddenly, one arm still wrapped around you. This movement pushed his still partially hard cock deeper inside you, causing an unexpected sensation of weightlessness. Instinctively, you tightened your legs around his waist. He leaned down to grab the TV remote. Finally, he could shut off the noise.

Throughout the entire process, his large dick remained lodged inside your pussy, blocking the semen that would have otherwise flowed out due to gravity. His well-trained physique ensured that he could securely hold you in his arms with just one hand, without any swaying.

You sat astride his thigh, arms wrapped around his shoulders, your head resting on his tattooed chest. You were still immersed in the afterglow of climax, while he stroked your bare back, occasionally playing with your hair in his palm.

You lowered your head and took his nipple into your mouth, teasingly biting it lightly with your teeth, satisfied to hear his suddenly intensified breath.

You keenly noticed his cock inside you growing thicker and longer once again.

“There sir... all clean.”

“Ahhh... thank you baby.”

“Lew, I want to change the bed in the bedroom.”

“Hmm, we can get a bigger one.”

“And the sofa, change that too.”

“No, babe. There’s no need to change that. We’ve created beautiful memories on it.”

Here is part 2 :)

#lewis hamilton x you #lewis hamilton x reader #lewis hamilton imagine #f1 fanfic #f1 x reader #f1 x you #f1 smut #lewis hamilton smut

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waterlilydrops · 22 days

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Hola guapas 🥰

I've come up with some pure pwp ideas please help me decide on who gonna be:

It seems I can only ask one question… please let me know your choices of who would be the person cheating with the reader 😋 ( And if you have other drivers on your mind, feel free to let me know!

#f1 x reader #f1 fanfic #f1 x you #f1 smut

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waterlilydrops · 24 days

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finished a piece of fluff cake, now I can reward myself by writing something spicy 🥰

#f1 fanfic #estoyloca

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waterlilydrops · 25 days

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Hey Lily, Your fanfic is super cute😭 If you're up for it and have the time, would you do a Part2 the reader proposes to Charles or Charles pops the question to them? Sending love your way💕💕

Thanks for the ideas! Here we go :)

#charles leclerc x you

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waterlilydrops · 25 days

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When He Becomes a Hero

It’s a bonus part of THIS :)

pairing: Charles Leclerc x fem!reader

Summary: At the moment when Charles was about to be crowned world champion, he felt fear. He hated that his own fear might stop him from becoming a true hero.

word count: 2k

warning: fluff, imagine of Ferrari builds a champ car in 2026, mention of fear of failure, public proposing, Lewis feat.

notes: inspiration of this comes from an anon :) thanks a lot! Advices and thoughts are always welcomed.

“No doubt! Absolute control and absolute superiority! With every lap, Charles Leclerc has exemplified the essence of a true champion, pushing the limits of both human and machine to deliver unparalleled performances on the track. As he stands atop the podium, the world celebrates the rise of a true racing legend!”

“In a stunning display of skill and resilience, Charles Leclerc has clinched the World Drivers’ Championship for Ferrari, his unwavering dedication to the Scuderia Ferrari team has reignited the spirit of Maranello, inspiring fans around the globe with his unwavering commitment to excellence.”

“Also, thanks to Hamilton for his defenses and active performance throughout the race! He proved to the world that he is still among the contenders for the WDC. In motorsports, there’s no such thing as a prime age; as long as he still wants to win, this is his prime time!”

Everyone loves Ferrari because it’s full of topics and controversies.

Everyone loves Charles Leclerc. Because of his exquisite driving skills and unwavering determination, his face kissed by the gods, his dramatic experiences on the track, his fiery battles with Lewis, and his love life filled with pink bubbles.

As the showdown between Ferrari and Red Bull in Abu Dhabi, to decide the WDC and WCC is akin to a collision between Mars and Earth. And beyond the collision, as rumored, Charles will propose after the race, adding a melodramatic romance and a fairytale ending reminiscent of prince and princess.

The media is thrilled. It’s a surefire guarantee for attention.

The FIA is happy — soaring broadcast fees, investments bidding multiplied, and tickets that are worth their weight in gold.

They have no reason to be dissatisfied, to say it’s not perfect, or to express any inevitable regrets.

As Charles approached the main straight, gazing at the chequered flag looming almost within reach, took a few deep breaths, everything seemed so familiar to him, yet suddenly he was overcome by a strange sensation.

It’s not his first time been in the Yas Marina Circuit, not the first time saw the tumultuous mix of love and hate from the fans.

As long as he wins.

The air above Yas Marina will boil with excitement for him. Ferrari will win their long-awaited WDC and WCC titles, and he will be forever remembered as a key figure in Prancing horse‘s history. He may even unquestionably earn a Laureus Award.

No one can take it away from him, no one can say he’s undeserving. All the rumors and gossip will temporarily disappear—until his next failure.

It’s been many years since he was felt this way — uneasy, overwhelmed with thoughts, unable to clear his mind and grasp what he's truly thinking before the race.

The moment he entered the turn 21, he knew he’s made a mistake. He desperately tried to compensate, but suddenly realized that it's not the timing of his braking that was wrong, but the inner doubt he felt at that moment.

In that critical moment, he hesitated for a fraction of a second, maybe just 0.01 seconds, but it was after that 0.01 seconds that he crossed the finish line first, ending the race.

Maybe, even if he hadn’t won today, no one would blame him. He’s had 24 races this year, almost never leaving the podium. He's exceptionally talented, just really exhausted. But there’s no excuse. He’s Charles Leclerc, and winning is his only option.

The whole world will never know his moment of weakness, error, and confusion. The world still believes he’s like a hero incarnate, calm and unmovable, only seeking victory. Only he knew how anxious and fearful he felt when the pressure suddenly struck him in that moment.

After climbing out of the car, he stood by its side, letting the Ferrari fans roar his name and celebrate his uniqueness, letting the Red Bull fans silently stare and curse him for ruining another fairy tale, letting his colleagues sprint over, overwhelming him with cheers, piling on top of each other like human pyramids, celebrating by slapping each other’s backs or some part of their bodies. He seemed oblivious to it all, as if for a moment he was isolated from the world.

All he can felt is his own apprehension and disappointment.

“Is Charles okay?” You, after the initial excitement faded, suddenly sensed an unknown hint of something, giving rise to a certain doubt. “Xavi, Charles—”

Xavi couldn’t hear what she was saying at all. His cheeks were flushed with excitement, and he laughed heartily, high-fiving or shaking hands with everyone who reached out to him, sharing the joy or silently relishing in their envy, hatred, insincerity, and forced smiles.

Perhaps it was out of unwillingness to be left behind, or maybe just hoping to add to his glory, John Elkann deliberately put down someone who came to shake hands with him and bypassed Xavi, walking up to Pascale with a smile and said, “Ma’am, Signing your son may be one of Ferrari’s most wisest decision of the century.”

Pascale has experienced many sincere or insincere congratulations, praises, and flatteries from others, but even after a hundred times, the hundred and first time still made her feel uncomfortable and embarrassed. She still didn’t know how to respond. Before, she could only smile and said how great Charles was, but now she could look back at you.

Your lips moved slightly, but in the end, you temporarily suppressed your worries about Charles and smiled at Elkann, said, “Perhaps not making him an enemy of Ferrari was the wisest decision you’ve made in this century.”

The people in the garage paused for a moment, then burst into loud laughter.

At this moment, no one wanted to know if Charles had really lost his aura for a moment just now. All they needed is icing on the cake, to know that they had a hero on the field who could lead Ferrari.

And Charles is this hero, only he can play this role. Hero don't make mistakes, don’t hesitate, and never make mistakes or come close to making mistakes. They only move forward relentlessly.

At least for this second, he couldn't be a mortal.

No one noticed any difference in Charles from usual — this isn't to say they don’t care about him, but rather that although they noticed, they simply thought he was too tired to be as active as usual.

Faced such a high-level race, enduring 120 minutes of constant attack from Red Bull, if Charles returns to the garage too exhausted to say a word, too tired to even muster a smile, that would be completely acceptable.

Heroes are always treated with favor, heroes always have privileges.

Charles appeared somewhat weary as he walked out, but perhaps it was because he saw the Emir and his heir who hadn't left yet.

He leaned against the door for a moment, lips moving without saying anything, seeming ready to turn back to the driver’s room.

Some things can only be said to the closest people, let alone in front of the Emir.

Moreover, Charles was already hesitant about whether to let you know his thoughts. He approached with a strange courage, but any small obstacle — even just being touched—could immediately dispel all his impulses.

He glanced at you, who was talking to the Emir, suddenly feeling that perhaps he shouldn't tell you either.

You love stories of heroes, everyone knows that. Lewis is your hero, maybe now he is too.

The Emir noticed someone coming out behind him, glanced back, perhaps not expecting Charles to look so dispirited. But like everyone else, once he thought about the kind of battle it had been, he almost naturally let it go. He smiled at Charles and said nothing.

“Charlie,” you caught up with him a step after the Emir left, gently pulling him aside. You looked at him carefully for a moment before softly asking, “Why aren’t you happy?”

Charles hesitated for a moment, not saying anything.

You didn’t press him, just watched him.

A minute passed, feeling like a century, before Charles finally lowered his head and whispered, “I never said I wasn’t happy.”

You seemed to have something to say, but after thinking for a moment, you just squeezed Charles’s hand. “It’s okay as long as you’re happy, but if you’re not, you can tell me.”

Arthur called you loudly from the other side of the garage, wanting you to confirm something.

Seeing that Charles didn’t seem inclined to talk, you thought it would be better to go check on Arthur — but before you could take a step, Charles grabbed your hand.

“How did you know I’m not happy?” His voice remained low, with a hint of confusion. “Was it that obvious?”

But after asking that question, he denied himself. It couldn't be. He hadn't said a word, and no one else had noticed anything, so if you sensed it, it must be because you just knew.

This realization made Charles feel his heart swell for a moment.

“Yeah,” you sent your sibling to deal with Arthur, “When you came out of the car and stood there, I just knew you weren't happy — but I didn't know why.”

Charles suddenly felt both aggrieved and happy. He wanted to ask you why you didn’t know why he wasn’t happy, but he almost couldn’t resist the impulse to praise your understanding of him. In the end, amidst all the conflicting emotions, he just hugged you, resting his chin on your shoulder.

After a while, he said, “If I'm scared, will you still treat me like this?”

You froze for a moment, taking a long time to realize what it meant for him to be scared.

Charles Leclerc, at the moment of crossing the finish line, at the moment of almost perfectly embodying the hero image, was scared.

He was filled with fear that he couldn't be a true hero, and perhaps also fear that when you looked at him, it would be with an incredibly disappointed gaze.

“I’m scared too,” You said the word, but you voice was steady. “The thing I fear most in this world is seeing you unhappy, torturing yourself over a tiny mistake or someone else’s mistake. You may be a hero to others, but you need to know, you’re the love of my life, Charles. If I haven’t said it before, I’m telling you now, you are the love of my life. Legends are for others to see. I just want you to be happy and well. Do you understand what I mean?”

Charles held her for a moment, then suddenly bounded back to the driver’s room, calling out Lewis and Arthur's names loudly.

And then the door to the room was angrily kicked shut by Arthur, followed by louder noises emanating from it.

Five minutes later, when Xavi knocked on the door to call them out for celebration, they behaved as if everything was normal.

You didn’t notice that, contrary to his usual behavior, Arthur ended up at the back of the celebrating crowd. When you reached the garage exit, you habitually stopped, subconsciously intending to say a few more words to your interns. But completely caught off guard, Arthur pushed you out from behind.

A helicopter hovered above the Yas Marina Circuit, its cabin door open, showering what seemed like an endless waterfall of rose petals, as if to engulf the whole world.

Charles stood in the center of the rose storm, next to Lewis, who was smiling and holding a velvet box. And Charles opened the box, knelt down on one knee.

Inside was a teardrop-shaped green diamond ring. “Two years ago, I convinced you to give me a ring, and now it’s time for me to give you a gift other than today’s victory. You said you love my eyes the most. I’m willing to have my eyes shaped into your favorite shape and wear them on your hand, but I didn’t do that because I want to keep them to live with you. And I don’t want your fingers to be empty, so as a substitute, I found this. Now there are probably millions of people watching us. You love me so much, so you won’t refuse me and make me sad, right?”

You stood there dumbfounded, until Lewis turned to you. “Put on your ring and get your fiancé out of here! I need to get my trophy!”

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The Perfect Way

pairing: Charles Leclerc x fem!reader

summary: In the grid, you’re more of Lewis’s crew member compared to Charles's girlfriend, and even your inner thoughts echo this sentiment. Charles found the perfect way to announce to everyone that he also has your heart.

word count: 3k

warning: fluff, Mercedes analyst!reader, platonic!Lewis Hamilton x reader, mention of Lewis to Ferrari, mention of marriage, Charles is also strategizing for himself off the track, pretend that Red Bull’s rocket does not exist, humiliation of Mercedes’ tractor

notes: English is not my first language, so please point out mistakes if there are any. Ideas and suggestions are greatly welcomed.

Yas Marina Circuit, 2023

As Charles and Lewis entered the final corner, Charles could feel his heart racing at its fastest. Lewis was on much fresher tyres that he were, and this was his last chance.

The two cars raced wheel-to-wheel with barely any space between them. Charles pushed as hard as he could, trying overtake, but Lewis refused to relent, staying right beside him.

They almost crossed the chequered flag at the same time.

Charles slowed down his car as he drove around for the cool down lap. “It’s a photo finish, we are still waiting for the results,” Xavi said through the radio.

Charles’ heart hung in mid-air. He had a premonition that fate had something in store for him, but he feel unsettled until it was finally confirmed.

Impatiently, his fingers tapped on the steering wheel. The roar of engines and the clamor of the audience now seemed muted. It felt like it had been a century.

“P1, Charles, P1. Congrats.” Xavi’s excitement came through the speakers.

“Yessssss! Yeeeesssss! I can’t believe it… thank you team!” He could hear his heart pounding in his chest, exhilaration coursing through his veins, Charles’ hand sticking out the top to wave as he drove significantly slower.

With these points, he won the second place of the drivers championship, more importantly, Ferrari defeated Mercedes in the WCC.

As soon as Charles emerged from his car, the deafening roar of the crowd filled the air. fireworks went off in the sky, the entire team burst out of the garage, their hands reaching out from every direction to pat Charles on the shoulders and celebrate with him.

He removed his helmet and passed it to the nearest pair of hands, pulling off his balaclava and tousling his sweaty hair.

Amidst the chaos of the cheering fans and ecstatic team members, Charles exchanged hugs and handshakes with his crew and friends, each congratulating him on the hard-fought triumph.

However, as he scanned the crowd and caught sight of you celebrating with the Mercedes team, his heart sank at the sight.

You were standing beside Lewis, your arms were wrapped around each other, your smile radiant, celebrating your teams remarkable performance.

Charles stood by the barriers, various thoughts swirling in his mid. Feeling like a lemon, freshly squeezed of its sweetness, and left with only bitterness behind, he knew that while he stood victorious, you were sharing in the success of another driver.

He certainly respected your profession and felt proud of your excellent work performance as a data analyst. He also admired your good relationship with colleagues.

But he couldn't help but wonder, amidst the rush of crossing the finish line, does your heart secretly yearn for Lewis to reclaim the long-lost win, or does it beat fervently for his own triumph? It's a question he knows he will never able to ask about.

He waited patiently, his emotions a tumultuous mix of pride and envy.

Finally, as you broke away from your team, Charles stepped forward, his smile strained as he tried to mask the jealousy and hurt bubbling inside him.

The joy of seeing your boyfriend and boss together on the podium filled your heart, of course you didn’t feel Charles’ subtle emotions.

You barreled into him, brought him in for a hug, your hand touched his flushed face, warmed by the heat and dehydration, “Congratulations Charlie, P1, I'm so proud of you.”

When his eyes met yours, seeing your pure, happy, ear to ear smile, his thoughts were instantly pushed aside. He leaned onto you, you can felt he put his head down against yours, his hands were tightly around your waist, his lips met yours in a kiss.

At least you are happy for his win. At least you will celebrate with him tonight.

Christmas, 2023

The long season finally comes to an end; there's nothing better than spending Christmas with family.

Inside the house, the Christmas tree stood adorned with a myriad of twinkling lights, the scent of cinnamon and pine wafted through the air, further enhancing the ambiance of the season.

As you sat by the crackling fireplace, the flickering flames cast a gentle glow, painting the room with hues of amber and gold. The comforting heat of the fire embraced you, creating a cozy haven from the chilly winter night.

You nestled against the plush cushions, Charles rested his head on your shoulder. Engrossed in casual conversation, you both exchanged lighthearted banter while idly scrolling through your phones, relishing the simple joy of each other's company.

Outside the window, the mountains appeared majestic and serene under the moonlight, and you both occasionally gazed out, admiring the beauty of the snowflakes dancing in the air.

Suddenly, the tranquil atmosphere was interrupted by the ringtone of Charles’ phone. With lighting speed, he sprang up from you, saying, “Work call, sorry, Cherie.”

The thick stack of confidentiality contracts you both signed certainly includes not taking work calls in front of each other.

A few minutes later, while you were discussing tomorrow's lunch plans after skiing with Pascale and your mom, Charles reappeared in the living room.

His green eyes sparkled with excitement, his lips curled up slightly, as if about to burst with anticipation.

He walked over to you, took your hand, “Let me borrow her for a minute,” he said, giving moms a sweet smile they couldn't resist.

He guided you towards the couch, gently pressed you down onto it and settled down beside you. “You won't believe what I just heard—”

“Love — think about the agreements, please double check in your head if this is something I can hear,” you said, shaking your head with a smile.

He hesitated for a brief moment, a flicker of uncertainty crossing his eyes. The reminder of the confidentiality agreement lingered in his mind, urging caution. Yet, the anticipation of sharing the news with you proved too tempting to resist.

“I believe you’ll know it eventually, especially considering you are working with—” He paused, torn between his desire to confide in you and the obligation to maintain confidentiality.

You sensitively caught the key words, which aroused your interest: “Who am I working with? Andrew? Is he leaving Mercedes?”

Charles shook his head, “Of course not.” His expression was incredibly conflicted, clearly indicating that his mind was wrestling with the breaking news he was about to disclose.

You eagerly grasped his hand, urging, “Please, Charlie, I’ll definitely keep it confidential. Besides, you said it's something I'll eventually know, right?”

Taking a deep breath, Charles steeled himself, “Okay, okay,” he began, his voice lowered but filled with excitement and disbelief. “Lewis is going to be my teammate in 2025!”

Your eyes widened in shock, unable to believe what you just heard. The news hit you like a bolt from the blue, and for a moment, you were speechless.

In that moment, a whirlwind of thoughts and questions raced through your mind. When did Lewis decide to leave Mercedes? Who would fill the void? How would the rivalry between Lewis and Charles unfold on the track? What might be the potential impact of this change on the dynamics of the paddock? These thoughts fluttered in your mind like snowflakes outside the window, making you unable to stop pondering.

Until Charles's hand waved in front of your eyes, you regained your voice. “Are you serious?” you finally managed to blurt out.

Charles nodded.

You asked the question that had been burning in your mind: “So, still free to fight?”

Charles shrugged nonchalantly, though you could sense the underlying tension. “I'm used to it,” he admitted with a small smile, his hand finding its way to your knee in a comforting gesture. “Are you planning to join Ferrari?”

You shook your head, your thoughts scattered and uncertain. “I don't know,” you rambled, your voice reflecting the turmoil within, “Depends on if Lewis needs me. I can't just text him now saying I know you are going to Ferrari... Do I need to take a gardening leave or something like that? Although there's really nothing worth leaking from Mercedes' tractor data...”

Charles widened his eyes in disbelief, momentarily caught off guard by your jest. He reached out to affectionately pinch your cheek, a fond smile tugging at his lips. “Hey, girl, You even thought about gardening leave! When I asked you to come to Ferrari before, you ruthlessly rejected me!”

Almost the entire family's gaze turned toward this small corner, you were too late to cover Charles's mouth.

Your sibling curiously asked what was happening, and Charles shook his head with a playful grin, before loudly accusing, “I knew I was never her favorite driver.”

“I promise you, if I join Ferrari, I'll make sure to join your crew after every race to celebrate, just like Fabrizio did,” you say, embracing Charles's neck.

He lowered his head and kissed your lips, “Deal.”

At that moment, Charles felt a sense of comfort and reassurance knowing that you cared about his situation and were there to share in his excitement and uncertainty. and you believed in him to do his best even under high-intensity competition.

Even if he wasn't your favorite driver.

Summer break, 2024

You decided to spend a few days during the summer break on the island of Capri. The area where the yacht stopped was very quiet, with specks of light shimmering on the sea surface through gaps in the clouds. The sky and the water dyed the whole world with shades of blue, and the sea breeze felt like it too was blue.

It seemed like this place only belonged to the two of you.

You chatted about everything, from the important to the trivial. You were going to karting in a couple of days — Charles mentioned how he missed the feeling of driving; shared thoughts on the risky design of the Red Bull’s zero-pod. Talked about when the race started, you absolutely had to try the croissants at Alpine's hospitality. They had a new executive chef.

Suddenly, you remembered something and turn to look at him:“Babe, I’ll transfer my half of the vacation expenses to your account a bit later. Sorry. ”

Charles said nonchalantly, “I never bother to check my bank account. Besides, you shouldn't even give me the money, mon cher.”

He suddenly realized what you said and asked about your financial situation. “I do wanna take care of you and pay all the bills for you. But you never worry about money before. Is everything okay?”

“Don't worry,” you reassured him, offering a gentle smile, “Just I may have a large expense recently. Plus, we won't have bonuses for the first half of the season.”

Charles' concern lingered, his green eyes reflecting genuine care. “What could it be? Is there anything I can help with?”

You explained, “Because I need to pool money with the team to buy Lewis an expensive farewell gift.”

Charles teased: “Lewis is a billionaire, he should be the one giving you guys gifts.”

“Surely he does, he often gives us gifts.” You raised your hand, revealing the exquisite watch hidden beneath the sleeve of your cover-ups to Charles. “If it weren't for Lewis, I probably wouldn't have bought such an expensive watch in my lifetime. It would just make me robbed.”

“Hey! I got that watch back.” Charles straightened up, he couldn't believe you were actually joking him with this. He exclaimed loudly as if he was defending the safety situation of Italy.

“Because it was too special to sell.”

He reached out and pulled you close to him, starting to tickle you.

“Stop! Please stop Charles! Sorry, I’m sorry! I said I am sorry!” You couldn't help but laugh uncontrollably.

Charles finally stopped, letting you lean against his sunburnt chest, “So, what gift are you planning to give Lewis?”

You replied while stroke the stubble of his chin, which is tinted with a shade of blue, “we haven’t decided yet. Maybe a custom-designed ring, you know, something to memorize the years we have spent together in our careers.”

Charles's expression seemed slightly unhappy, he sighed softly and whispered, “You've never bought me a ring.”

Caught off guard by his remark, you paused, realizing he didn’t seem to be joking.

You took a moment to gather your thoughts before gently explaining, “Babe, the meaning of a ring is different for everyone. For Lewis and us, it's about marking our journey together, our shared experiences. Don’t take it seriously, OK?”

But Charles wasn't convinced. His brows furrowed as he argued, “If you're giving Lewis a ring, why not me? Why should he get something that symbolizes memories, but I don't?”

Feeling the tension rising, you tried to reason with him. “Charles, it's not about favoritism or comparison. If I give you a ring, it might seem a bit like a promising ring, I think we—”

He interrupted you, “What's wrong with a promise ring? Don't you want to marry me? Besides not being your favorite driver, now you don't even want to marry me?”

“I do wanna marry you one day but the ring is about commitment and we—”

Charles said firmly, “I want commitment. I want a promise ring.”

His frustration was evident in his voice as he continued , “I want to feel that commitment, that symbol of our love and memories. Why can’t you understand that?”

You feel torn inside, on one hand, you desire to make him happy, on the other hand, you worry if this is too much.

Sensing the conflict within you, Charles softened his tone. “I'm sorry, I didn't mean to upset you,” he said, reaching out to gently caress your cheek. “I just want to feel as cherished and valued as the way you treat Lewis.”

His vulnerability melted your resolve. You took his hand and met his gaze. “Okay, babe,” you said softly. “I hear you. I will find a ring that represent our love and fit your beautiful eyes.”

A sense of relief washed over Charles's heart as he pulled you into a tight embrace. If you look at his face, you'll notice a confident, victorious smile hanging on his lips.

He won. He knew the last thing you would do is make him upset.

“And,” Charles added, deciding to push himself to the limit and capitalize on his momentum. “I was thinking, if I win in Monza, would you give me another gift?”

You were both annoyed and amused by his words, “You want to monopolize all the good things in the world? The ring is yours, victory is yours, what else do you want?��

You couldn't help but start calculating your bank balance in your mind.

“Give me the ring in front of the audience, after race.” Charles said, giving you the puppy dog eyes as he glanced at you from under his shamefully long lashes.

Fight dirty.

Monza circuit, 2024

Grid is not the best place for keeping secrets.

If Pierre knew about Lewis's and Ferrari's contract signing earlier than the media, he would certainly know about your plan to give Charles a ring after race. Unfortunately, gossips spread particularly quickly during race week.

“From Single to Taken: il Predestinato’s Surprise Engagement”

“Love in the Limelight: Leclerc’s girl spotted Ring Shopping - Wedding Plans Underway!”

“Counting the top ten jewelry brands, who will Y/N Y/LN choose to propose to Leclerc?”

“Mrs. Leclerc soon to be? Can Mercedes data analyst continue to work after marriage?”

With each passing lap, the anticipation mounted, reaching a fever pitch as the checkered flag loomed ever closer. And then, in a blaze of glory, Charles crossed the finish line, the victor of the race. The crowd erupted into cheers, celebrating his triumph.

“Congratulations to Leclerc, he has now achieved a three heads wins—”

“Honestly, I really don't want to see Charles and Ms Y/LN standing together... even if it's just behind the barrier... oh my god, He's climbed over the barrier... I have a feeling something is about to happen!”

Charles stood before you. His tousled hair, the color of midnight, framing his face in a disheveled yet undeniably alluring manner. Despite the weariness etched in the lines around his eyes, there is a fire within his green eyes, and beads of sweat glisten on his chiseled jawline.

“I don't know if there are any words in this world that can describe your talent and determination. You are my David, my sun, and the god of gods atop Olympus. If you allow me to boldly place this ring on your finger, I would be honored beyond measure. So, Mr. Leclerc, would you accept my ring?”

“Before I can even think of a reason to say no, hurry up.”

“Um, Charlie, a gentleman would typically say 'I'll consider it' at a time like this.” You reminded him, glanced at the Netflix earpiece almost hanging next to your nose.

Charles tilted his head innocently towards you, not retracting his hand from under your eyelids. “I've been considering for months now, so you better hurry.”

You slowly took the ring out of the box, but Charles appeared somewhat impatient, eagerly took the box from your hand. He seemed to have waited too long, hastily removed the ring from the box and skillfully placed it on his own finger.

You couldn't help but laugh, and as you leaned in to press a tender kiss against Charles' lips, you knew that this was just the beginning of your journey together.

“Hey Lewis, take a look at this!”

“Wow, it’s very beautiful, matches the color of your eyes. Congrats mate, is that what I think it is?”

“Unfortunately, no. It’s a promising ring.”

“Uh, Sorry, I thought she finally agreed to marry you.”

“...One day she will, won't she?”

“If you treat her favorite driver better, I reckon someone might put in a good word for you.”

Here is a BONUS PART, enjoy!

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