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lewis hamilton x fem!reader — cockwarming (mdni)

warnings : cockwarming (duh), teasing, praise kink, pet names, p in v, not proofread, use of y/n

word count : 1.7k, masterlist, a/n : first smut fic BAI I HATE DIS..

earlier, his mouth was on your neck. earlier, his hand was between your thighs.

the movie had been playing for maybe ten minutes before he turned the sound off. didn't ask. just muted it and looked at you.

"c'mere."

you straddled him. his hands found your waist, your ribs, the hem of your shirt. his mouth dragged along your jaw. lazy, unhurried, like he had nowhere in the world to be but here.

when his fingers slipped under the waistband of your shorts, you exhaled.

"yeah?"

not even a question. a confirmation. you nodded.

"tell me."

"yes."

he pushed your shorts down. didn't take them off but just enough room to work. his fingers found you wet. slick already.

"fuck," he breathed. "how long?"

"i dunno.."

"been sitting here wet for me." not a question. his middle finger dragged through your folds, slow. "and you didn't say anything."

"you were watching the movie."

he laughed. quiet, a single exhale. his lips brushed your ear. "i wasn't watching the movie."

his finger circled your clit. once. twice. your hips jerked.

"ah." his other hand clamped your hip. "don't move."

"lew-“

"mhm."

"i want—"

"i know what you want."

he pulled his hand out. brought his fingers to his mouth. licked them clean while holding your gaze.

"you want me inside you."

you couldn't speak.

"say it."

"i want you inside me."

he nodded slow. reached down. unbuttoned his jeans. his cock sprang free. hard, thick, already leaking at the tip.

"you can have it," he said. "on one condition."

your stomach dropped.

"what condition?”

"you don't move."

"what?"

"you sit on my cock." his hand found your clit again. one wet finger, tracing maddening circles. "and you stay still. keep me warm. that's it."

his finger pressed down. your whole body thrummed.

"no fucking," he said. "no grinding. no chasing it."

circle. press. circle.

"just this," he murmured. "just me inside you. still."

"for how long?"

"until i say so."

his finger left your clit. you almost whined. almost.

"deal?"

you looked at him. his braids pulled back, the dark ink curling up his neck from his collarbone, the way his chest rose and fell like he was the calm one here. he wasn't.

"deal."

something flickered behind his eyes.

he lined himself up. let you sink down on your own time. inch by inch. the stretch burning sweet, until your hips met his.

you both stopped breathing.

"there," he whispered. "right there."

his hands settled on your hips.

"now stay."

that was twenty minutes ago.

his hotel suite at 1 a.m. the tv's on but the sound's off. the dim light flicked across the bed, across his bare chest, across the dark ink of the tattoos sleeving his arms, his shoulders, the compass on his chest.

you're in his lap. have been for twenty minutes.

his cock is inside you. thick, warm, still. hasn't moved since you sank down onto him. that was the deal.

lewis’s head rests against the back of the bed. eyes half lidded in that way that makes it impossible to tell if he's about to fall asleep or about to ruin you.

his hands sit loose on your hips. not guiding. not pressing. just there.

"feel good?" his voice is low. gravelly. the first words in ten minutes.

you nod.

"tell me."

the word lands low in your stomach. his thumb traces a slow circle on your hip bone. no urgency. he's got nowhere to be until the next grand prix, and that's a week away.

you try to shift. just a little, just to feel the friction. and his hands tighten.

"nah." soft. almost kind. "stay still, love."

his accent curls around the word. you've heard him use it in interviews, in press conferences, but never like this. private, just for you, spoken into the inch of air between your mouths.

your cunt clenches around him involuntarily. he exhales through his nose. the closest thing to a reaction lew will give up for free.

"that's it," he murmurs. "just that."

the tv flickers. some movie neither of you are watching.

his thumb keeps moving. that slow, absent circle. his cock doesn't. you can feel every inch of him. the heat. the pulse. the way he fills you completely without doing anything at all.

"lew."

"mhm."

"can i—"

"no."

not harsh. just final. the kind of no that makes your stomach drop and your clit throb at the same time. he tilts his head forward. looks at you properly.

"you said you wanted to keep me warm." his voice is almost conversational. "so keep me warm."

you breathe. he doesn't.

"i like you like this," he says. "right here. full of me. not going anywhere."

his thumb stops circling. presses down.

"can you do that for me, sweetheart? just sit here. just this."

his eyes on you. dark. patient. expecting an answer.

"y/n."

the name pulls you back.

"yeah," you breathe. "i can do that."

"good girl."

he doesn't move. doesn't thrust up into you, doesn't reward you with friction. just those two words, low and warm, and the way his hands relax again on your hips.

the movie keeps playing. some action thing, cars and explosions in total silence. lewis glances at it briefly. then back at you.

"you're clenching again."

"i know."

"good." he says it like a secret. "don't stop."

the minutes stretch. your thighs start to ache from holding position. every tiny adjustment makes you aware of him inside you. the full length, the slight curve, the way your body keeps trying to pull him deeper even though there's nowhere deeper to go.

he notices everything. the shift of your weight. the catch in your breath. the way your nipples have tightened against his chest.

"you're doing so well," he says.

his voice has gone softer. there's something in it now that wasn't there before. something unguarded, something that sounds like gratitude.

he lifts one hand. tucks a strand of hair behind your ear. the gesture is so gentle it hurts.

"nobody's ever done this for me before."

his thumb traces the shell of your ear, down to your jaw.

"just stayed."

the word lands. stays.

"you're always moving," you say. "racing.. flying.. doing interviews..”

"mm." his eyes search your face. "not right now."

his hand cups your jaw. his cock twitches inside you. the first movement, involuntary, and you both feel it. his jaw tightens.

"sorry."

"don't be."

"i'm—" he almost laughs. almost. a ghost of it at the corner of his mouth. "you feel really fucking good."

"then do something about it."

his thumb presses against your bottom lip. "when i'm ready."

that's when you realize. this isn't about denial for him. it's about control. about holding something still in a life that never stops. about you, warm and patient, wanting him and waiting anyway.

you understand him better in this moment than you ever have.

"take your time," you say.

something flickers behind his eyes. he pulls you closer. not to fuck you, just to hold you. your chest against his. his face in the crook of your neck.

"thank you," he murmurs into your skin.

his cock stays buried inside you. still. warm. yours. and you stay.

his breathing changes first. slower. deeper. his face still buried in your neck, but something's shifted. his hands on your back, fingers splayed, pressing you closer.

then his hips move. barely. a half inch. the smallest roll.

your gasp is sharp in the quiet room.

"there it is," he murmurs against your throat. "that sound."

he does it again. another small roll. another. finding a rhythm that's barely a rhythm. slow, deliberate, like he's relearning your body from the inside.

"lew-"

"i know, love." his lips drag up the column of your neck. "i've got you."

his hands slide down to your ass. he grips. lifts you. just an inch, and pulls you back down onto his cock.

your moan cracks the silence.

"thaaat's it." his voice has changed. gone is the patient, measured control. something hungrier underneath now. "let me hear you."

he thrusts up into you. slow. deep. every inch deliberate.

"you've been so good for me." thrust. "so patient." thrust. "been sat here feeling you clench around me for half an hour."

his forehead presses to yours.

"you deserve this."

his thumb finds your clit. the contact is electric. you've been aching, untouched, for so long that the first circle makes your thighs shake.

"look at me."

you do. his eyes are dark. focused. the way he looks at a corner he's about to take at two hundred miles an hour. total clarity, no hesitation.

"i want to feel you come on my cock."

his thumb works your clit in firm, steady circles. his hips keep that same slow rhythm. deep, unhurried, filling you completely every time.

"can you do that, sweetheart?"

"yes,"

"yes what?"

"yes, lew."

"good girl."

his pace doesn't quicken. that's the thing that destroys you. he doesn't rush. doesn't chase. just keeps fucking you slow and deep, his thumb circling your clit with the same maddening patience he used to tease you earlier.

the buildup is unbearable. heat coiling low in your stomach. your thighs trembling. your cunt fluttering around him with every thrust.

"feel that?" his voice is rough now. straining. "feel how tight you're getting?"

you can't answer. can barely breathe.

"come for me."

his thumb presses down harder.

"now, y/n."

it breaks over you. waves of heat. your body clenching around him, pulsing, and he groans. a real sound, unguarded, torn from somewhere deep in his chest.

"that's it. fuuuuck. that's—"

he doesn't finish the sentence. his hips stutter. his rhythm finally unraveling as he spills inside you, hot and thick, his forehead dropping to your shoulder.

"fucking hell."

he breathes against your skin. his hands still gripping your ass like he's afraid you'll disappear. the tv flickers. the bed creaks. outside, a siren passes somewhere far away.

he lifts his head. looks at you.

"i was gonna wait longer."

"was that supposed to be punishment?"

a smile. a real one. "for you or me?"

you laugh. he kisses you. slow, soft, nothing like the way he just fucked you.

his cock is still inside you. softening. neither of you moves.

"next time," he says, "i'll make you wait an hour."

"next time?"

he tilts his head.

"that a problem?"

"no..”

like he's absolutely carrying all of your bags for you through the airport. he doesn't care that he certainly looks a little ridiculous with so many suitcases and bags while your hands are practically empty but he absolutely refuses to let you lift a finger like that. he'll rush around you when you get out of the car to make sure he gets all of the suitcases before you can grab your own - because he's a gentleman and what kind of man would he be if he stood by and watched you struggle with an uncooperative suitcase? (you've pointed out how ridiculous this is but he won't hear it)

he's making sure you have all the snacks and water and drinks you could possibly want, regardless of how long the flight is. also definitely the person who needs to visually confirm that the gate exists before relaxing even a little bit.

and of course he's letting you have your pick of the airplane seat, he'd rather sit all squished and uncomfortable in the middle than have you subjected to that treatment, because you deserve nothing but the best. and if you get anxious or stressed at all, he knows all of the little tricks that help you calm back down (because he just knows you so well).

to him, the destination doesn't matter as much as his company. if you'd rather explore a new country or a new city, or go hiking in the mountains, or spend a week doing nothing but relaxing on the beach, that's what you'll do. of course he has his own opinions, but he just wants you to have a good time! and if you're happy, he's happy, because he's with you! and he's just over the moon to be with you, and to experience these things with you, the details like location don't matter as much to him in the grand scheme of things.

he's got the trip planned to a t, but not in a control freak sort of way. he just wants to make the most of it, wants to make sure you have the best time possible. if you're the kind of person who loves to go exploring and see new things, he's got a list of all the best sights and things to experience that he has ranked based on what he thinks you'll like best. and if you're more the type of person who just wants to relax, he's making sure to get a hotel with big, comfortable bedrooms and a nice pool or a spa or extra nice amendities.

and he has a list of restaurants, what types of food the area is known for, all of the can't miss places mixed in with what local residents recommend. if you have some sort of celebration, like one of your birthdays or an anniversary, he's pulling out all the stops for a nice dinner like it'll blow you away. and even though he loves getting your input, that's the one surprise he keeps all to himself just to see the look on your face (if you did the same for him, he'd pass out from sheer amounts of love and joy he feels).

oh and the outfits, he's had them planned out for weeks, the two of your coordinate and you're adorable and he's so excited about it (its the highlight of his trip but he won't admit that). like swimsuits the same pattern, or his button down in the same color as your dress, he loves it all, just those subtle signs of connection and intimacy.

at the end of the day, he just wants to spoil you. he wants every trip you take together to be the best trip of your life, and of course it is because he always goes above and beyond but more importantly, you're together and that's your favorite place to be.

your cheeks hurt from smiling. and the cold but that was the least of your worries.

204 podiums. he wrote history today, as he always seems to do the second that engine switches on.

the podium celebrations were perfection. you and your mother in law were ushered to the very front, watching as his car parked in front of you and his team from his side of the garage. he got weighed, tied his braids in a bun, took a sip of water and his eyes immediately connected with yours, causing the butterflies in your stomach to start fluttering all over the place. you knew that look in his eyes, giving you goosebumps.

he came over, excitedly hugging his mom and team before stopping in front of you, his large hand holding the side of your neck as he kissed your glossy lips for a moment before kissing your cheek and leaving lipgloss on it. lewis then hugged you which gave you the opportunity to kiss his cheek, leaving a much brighter lip stain in the middle of his cheek. he smiled at you cheekily and moved on, being rushed to the interviews.

during dinner with your mother in law and a few friends that were in canada, you scrolled on the socials for a bit after having half of your meal and with lewis’s hand heavy on your thigh. you chuckled at each fan’s tweet, their reactions to the very visible lipgloss mark and him basically flaunting it on camera for the world to see.

“if it wasn’t for the shower i took at the hotel, it’d absolutely still be on my cheek, love.” he smiled at you after showing him the tweets, the crinkles around his eye much deeper for you.

of course you blushed at his words, it was very easy for you to be wooed by your husband. “you’re corny as hell for that one.” you scoffed, failing to hide your smile as your cheeks burned. he squeezed your thigh in response to your words, and you just knew you were in for it when you got to the hotel.

—

“why you running, baby? ain’t this what you wanted?” he spoke lowly, gripping your leg that was currently over his shoulder and you were seeing stars as you clung to the bed sheets.

you see, you decided to plan something nice for lewis for whether he did good in the race or not. the lingerie set was absolutely stunning on your skin, the black and light pink accents really made your skin stand out. your tits sat perfectly and your ass poked out that it swallowed your underwear completely. you looked fine as fuck and you knew lewis was gonna get a podium in canada.

he made sure of it tonight.

“you feel so good, baby. saved this…” he teasingly picked up the bra that he basically tore off you, discarded next to your head where your braids made a halo. “all this for me. that’s it, y/n. give it to me.” he grunted, his thrusts remaining steady despite him knowing that his orgasm could rip through any moment.

“all for you, baby. ohh…fuck…” you panted, your fingers barely playing with your nipples as you were overcome with pleasure. you wanted to give him everything you got and he definitely understood you. “shit, baby. you love the way i make you feel? hm? tell me, sweetie.” he muttered but you heard him loud and clear despite the noise of skin slapping together.

“i love it so much, lew. i love you so much. please, please…i need to-”

“i know what you need. c’mere, baby. let go for f’me.” he murmured against your calf, kissing at it while digging his hands into your hips this time. “give it to me. that’s it, mama….c’mon.” lewis praised, letting you down slowly and immediately feeling you tremble in his arms while his thrust became slightly sloppy.

you pulled him down gently by his diamond chain and your finger was hooked onto it. sloppily kissing your husband and sucking on his tongue while orgasming was one of your favourite things to do and lewis knows that. as he released his thick load into you, he slowed his movements down but he never slid out. “fuck, i love you.” he said, lips brushing against your neck as he tried to catch his breath.

“i love you too. my living legend.” you smiled, cradling his cheek as he lifted his head to look you in the eye. that nickname you just gave him made him shiver and his dick slowly hardened inside you again.

without warning, he flipped you over and adjusted your body so that you could be comfortable while straddling his hips and him filling you up, your combined juices a visible sign of love where you connected.

he grabbed a handful of your ass, causing you to grind on him to let out a moan and he knew how sensitive you were.

with a stupid grin on his face, he spoke with one arm behind his head. “show me what you got, baby.”

——

this happened on a whim lmfaoooo!! one of his sexiest drives ever so this just had to be written down 😁😁 hope you guys enjoyed 😛

𝘮𝘦𝘦𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘴 …

ִֶָ☾. Name: Gabrielle “Rielle” Scott-Clarke

ִֶָ☾. Faceclaim: Deborah Ayorinde

ִֶָ☾. Age: 36

ִֶָ☾. Occupation: PR Consultant - the fixer upper of the upper echelon. Mother.

ִֶָ☾. Residence: Manhattan , NYC. Kensington, LDN (sporadically)

ִֶָ☾. Hometown: Islington, London UK

ִֶָ☾. Partner(s): Jermaine Simmons [divorced], Sierra Montclair [casual]

ִֶָ☾. Relationship status: Single

ִֶָ☾. Children: Nalani Scott-Clarke (5)

ִֶָ☾. Vices: Painting, Cooking, Cleaning, Long bubble baths

ִֶָ☾. Character background: Rielle was always good at finding a solution, even to the hardest of problems. She could always see the light at the end of the tunnel. She, too - had a knack for figuring out people. She put the two together and build a public relations empire from the ground up. Now, she’s known as “The Fixer”. Everyone from celebrities to socialites to politicians all want to be on her payroll because of how good she’s at her job. Now she’s taking on one of her most complex projects yet. A reluctant heir with more problems than her five year old daughter - a problem she did not need. Yet she took on the challenge anyway - at the expense of her heart.

ִֶָ☾. Characteristic traits: authoritative, resilient, strategic, image-conscious, protective single mother, emotionally guarded but longs for a passionate and deep connection

INTERACT WITH POSTS TO BE TAGGED IN FUTURE PARTS.

𝘮𝘦𝘦𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘴 …

ִֶָ☾. Name: Theodore “Teddy” Spencer

ִֶָ☾. Age: 28

ִֶָ☾. Occupation: Unemployed trust fund baby, future CEO to the Spencer Real Estate and Legal empire

ִֶָ☾. Residence: Key West, FL. New York City, NY

ִֶָ☾. Hometown: East Hampton, The Hamptons, NYC

ִֶָ☾. Partner(s): Danica Richards [deceased]

ִֶָ☾. Relationship status: Single

ִֶָ☾. Vices: Alcohol, Sex, Running

ִֶָ☾. Character background: Being born into wealth sheltered him, protected him from the realities of the outside world. One accident shattered his rose tinted glasses and he was now left to face reality on his own. Isolated in lonesome in the furthest corner of his world, Teddy was slowly accepting the cards he’d been dealt. Now, a family tragedy is pulling him back into the world that had spat him out.

ִֶָ☾. Characteristic traits: recluse, grumpy, depressed, heavy drinker, yearner, reserved, strong-willed, morally complex, becomes family oriented, eventual lover boy

INTERACT WITH POST TO BE INCLUDED IN FUTURE PARTS.

pairing: lewis hamilton x f black!reader

warnings: NSFW 18+, MDNI, explicit sexual content, smut with no plot, titty fucking, bodily fluids, dirty talk, switch dynamics.

w.c: 2.07k

author’s note: am i back? who knows. im back on my shits. i just need to be consistent. please show love and support 🩷 edited as much as possible.



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