a/n: hello everyone! this is my second installment of dad!lando series. most of these can be read as one-shots but some (in the future) will connect. anyway, enjoy!
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pairing: dad!lando x fem!reader
warnings: fluff, so much fluff, tooth rotting, kinda pouty lando lol
--you invite the WAGS over while the boys go out. Lando isn’t happy about leaving Atticus before bed time, but the guys are okay with being delayed after seeing the precious moment between the three of you
Getting Lando to go out has been difficult. Which is weird because Lando is a party animal-he sokes up everyone's energy and has never turned down going to a club.
But ever since Atticus was born, parties and club visits have slowed down…almost to a stop completely. After every race, win or lose, he’d come back to the hotel room to the two if you. Curled up in bed by 9:30 instead of celebrating with the grid.
Now that winter break was in full swing, you’d been pushing him to see his friends, even if it was just dinner. He’d always respond the same, “I’d rather be here with you and Atty.” And while that was sweet, he NEEDED to get out of the house. So, you invited all the WAG’s over while the guys tried to wrestle Lando into some “going out clothes” instead of his usual sweatpants and shirt covered in spit up and whatever else his gremlin threw at him.
“Baby c’mon, it’s one night away.” Lando huffed as he flung himself on the bed. He was half dressed, desperately trying to convince you to let him stay home with the girls and Atticus.
“What if this one night throws our whole routine out of whack?! What if he resents me? What if he stops-” you put a hand over his mouth before he could get another word out, knowing exactly
what he was gonna say. “Lan, I seriously doubt that our baby who is 9 months old, will stop loving you because you went out for one night.” He pouts and pulls you down to lay with him. He looks over to the bassinet next to your bed, listening to your baby boy shuffle around. Lan knew he was overthinking things, maybe he really did need a night out.
“Alright, I’ll go.” he said so lowly, you almost missed it. Almost.
You sprung up and grabbed Atticus from the crib. “Why don’t you throw that black button up on and we’ll meet you in the kitchen.” Lando cocked his head to the side confused. “Can’t let you leave without helping me give him his night time bottle.” His face lit up with excitement. Lando got into action as you made your way downstairs.
As you walked down to greet everyone, you couldn’t help but look down at the carbon copy of Lando in your arms. Same nose, same eyes and ears, same cheeky smile-you felt a little sad Lando was leaving but you knew this was what he needed.
By the time Lando had made his way to the kitchen, you had already dimmed the lights and had everything laid out and ready. He stood back for a moment and watched the two most important people in his life be so entranced by one another, totally blocking out the rest of the world. He made his way up behind, careful not to make you jump, and laid a delicate kiss in your shoulder.
“Hi” you whispered, never taking your eyes off Atticus. “Hi baby,” he replied with a small squeeze to your waist. “hi other baby.” he laughed to himself as his mini me just peered up at him. “Grab the bottles for me? Everything’s ready, just need to feed the little bean.” Lando nodded and grabbed the warm sippy cup full of milk and handed it to you.
“Here why don't you” you paused and decided it would be easier to show him. You turned so you faced a little away from lando and brought him closer. You replaced the arm holding his legs with Landos so he supported his body too. He must have got the message because suddenly he let out a long breath and leaned into you.
“Better?” He nodded and swayed a little to try and lull Atticus to sleep quickly. You all got comfortable under the dim lighting of the kitchen, Lando laid his head on your shoulder, inhaling your scent. The little one looked up at you both with his big blue/green eyes, and reached out towards his dad. Lando stuck out his finger for him to grapple onto and just about glued himself to the floor so he’d never have to leave.
You chuckled as you watched the pout form onto Lando’s face and leaned down to kiss his cheek. Atty let out a soft sigh through his nose, a sign he was on the brink of sleep. One trick you and Lando both knew would get him to sleep, was singing to him.
He loved any music, whether it was rock, 80’s, indie, pop, EDM, you could always find Atticus Norris moving around to music.
But what really mesmerized him was the silky voice of Frank Sinatra or Doris Day. You quietly hummed “Dream a Little Dream of Me” while gently tracing his delicate features. “Sing for me?” lando asked as he looked over at you with identical eyes. You blushed and looked away as you softly started to sing. “..stars shining bright above you.”
“Night breezes seemed to whisper, I love you.” you inhaled sharply as you heard Lando try to carry a proper tune. “Babe, don’t laugh.” You giggled and nudged you shoulder against his cheek.
“I’m not, I promise, it’s cute. Love when you try to sing along.” Lando scoffed in mock offense as he started to try and defend himself without waking the babe. What you both failed to notice was that he had already fallen asleep, resting all his weight against the two of you. Still gripping onto Lando’s hand, the nipple of the cup was still stuck in his mouth.
You could see the battle behind Lando’s eyes so you spoke up, “Wanna put him to bed? I’m sure the guys won’t mind being late by a few minutes." Lando smiled and nodded. You transferred the rest of Atticus’ limbs to him and watched him walk upstairs with all the grace in the world.
Before you could really process, you heard sniffling behind you. You whipped around and saw the girls with their phones out, tear tracks on their faces. “...is everything alright?”
Kika scoffed, “Alright? That was the most beautiful thing I’ve ever witnessed!” the girls around her nodded as they dabbed their faces dry.
They disappeared around the corner, presumably to say goodbye to the HAB’s and you heard murmuring.
“You can’t make him go! Please he won’t survive!”
“You didn’t see it, i have never seen him NOT wanna go out like that.”
“What?! He’s going out, I don’t care if I have to drag him by his curls out the door.”
You giggled as you heard Max’s voice get louder. “Whatcha laughing about?” Lando asked as he came down the stairs.
“Oh nothing, I just think that the guys are gonna leave you here if you don’t hurry.” he only grumbled and yelled. “Yeah I’m coming, I’m coming!” and disappeared out the door.
Hope you're doing well, just wanted to remember you to take care of yourself <3 I love you (even if we don't know each other) and I want you to know that you're loved :)
Hello! How are you? Just saw you haven't updated in a while and wanted to check on you
hi! I'm still here lol. I just needed a break from things. I felt a lot of pressure (for no reason lol) to get thing done as quick as I could and I kinda.....spiraled.
over the last month (and some change) I've fallen into a really bad depressive episode and that's caused me to relapse. so I needed to take some time away and revaluate the important things in my life.
anyways, I'm starting to feel better so you'll be hearing from me soon.
Can we do the handcuffed prompt but with Oscar please👀👀👀👀
omg hi hello!
sorry for literally disappearing. some.....things have been going down in my life and it wasn't great. I needed time to process and regroup with myself.
working on a lot of series and lots of smut. I promise Oscar using handcuffs on our poor innocent reader is coming soon.
it was easy really, getting charles to sit in your kitchen chair, handcuffed.
he was easy to manouver when he was frustrated once again, because of ferrari. screwing him over so carlso could win, sacrificing him and his potential podium.
you wrangled him into the chair as soon as he stepped foot in the house. you kissed gently all over his face, sprinkling in some praise. 'so good to me' 'my race winner' 'can't wait to see you covered in champagne again' (if you know, you know). once you deemed him calm enough, your plan was put in motion.
you started off by kissing down his neck, nipping at the sensitive skin and massaging his shoulders. "so tense amor, just need to relax huh?" you murmered and he hummed in response. you pecked at his lips, sucking on his lower lip and pulling it away from him. your hands made their way down his arm, grasping the skin of his wrist, groping the palm of his hands to sooth the aches of gripping a steering wheel. you eventually slid down the chair, grabbing the hancuffs from the table (that he somehow missed when he got home, along with the other..things among the table) and secured them quickly.
charles gasped and tried to pull his hands free. "y/n...what is this?" you smiled from where you were on your knees, right between his thighs. "you need to let go, you're uptight and tense." you rucked up his shirt and leaned foward. you place small kisses across his stomach, feeling it jump with anticipation. charles leaned his head back, letting it hang over the chair. "bebe, please, get on with it."
you pulled back and placed a hand over his growing bulge. "so bossy...i thought i was in charge cha" you slolwy unbottoned his pants and nosed along his cock. you loved when charles let you have your way with him. sitting on your knees, worshipping his dick for hours. mouthing at the tip, caressing his balls, letting the spit and precum run down your chin.
you were getting ahead of yourself, you had a different plan for tonight. you got his pants and underwear off of him, letting his bare tip rest against his shirt. full mast already and you barely even touched him. charles chest moved up and down, neck straining with trying to free himself from the cuffs. 'easy cha, gonna hurt yourself." you gently stroked his cock, trying to put him at ease. "can't..can't I, i need to.." you shushed him again and kissed around his tip.
"we'll use the stoplight system okay? the second it becomes to much, tell me." he looked at you confused. he was used to your teasing and would never want out of it so, what was really going on? he soon found out when he felt rubber being run along the inside of his thigh, trying to sus it out as you mouthed on his balls to distract him.
you pushed the button on the toy, and the vibrating sounds resonated around the room. charles smirked, "gonna get yourself off while you suck me? doesn't seem like- oh fuck" he moaned as he felt the vibrator graze his tip. you giggled as you ran the toy along his length and watched his hips jump up. "so pretty like this, just at my mercy." you could hear the rattle of the cuffs against the chair, charles shoulders coming forward, hanging his head to see the torture.
his eyes started to gloss over as he slowly submitted to you. meanwhile, you were having a field day. you were using your mouth and the toy to slowly overstimulate your lover. while the toy was down at his balls, you were licking and sucking at the tip, milking him of his precum.
once you felt like he had enough, and his shoulders slumped, you moved the vibrator so it was at the top of his tip, right at the slit and circled it. his moans increased in volume, and his legs started to shake. "y/n! please, have mercy-fuck please" his hips pushed back against the chair, trying to escacep the overwhelming sensation. you followed his movements and held his legs down.
"I know baby, i got you, let go." you nipped at his hips and squeezed his thigh, trying to encourage him to cum.
suddenly, his stomach tensed, his hips popped up to your face, and he came all over his shirt and toy. his ferrari polo was covered in white, and the toy was quickly becoming sticky.
you immediately pulled the virbator away and went to uncuff charles from the chair. you delicately rubbed his wrists where angry red lines sat, and whispered praises in his ear.
I’m new here so sorry if you’ve answered this before
HONESTLY
i feel like charles is an everything man. i think he loves every part of your body and is 100% into body worship.
if i had to choose, i would say...maybe boobs? he loooooooves just laying his head on them to sleep, or in between them when he's decided he wants to play
being pregnant wasn't as fun as everyone makes it out to be. don't get you wrong you loved that you got to create a life inside you, growing fingers and toes..organs, shit is weird.
what sucks is waddling around with a swollen belly, swollen ankles, and nipples that won't stop leaking. no matter how many times you pumped, it seemed like the milk never stopped coming. you were changing shirts at least twice a day.
daniel took notice of this. how uncomfortable you got when your shirt got soaked, or when you had to pump. he felt terrible when you'd wince and hold your breast like you'd been stabbed or something. but also, there was a certain interest that formed inside his head.....
"hey babe, can you pass me the pump?" you asked and gestured to the side table. daniel was zoned out, well, zoned in actually. he watched in fascination as you pulled your shirt down and exposed your wet breasts. "danny?" you called out again.
he snapped out of his daze and quickly found the pump. "s-sorry, must have zoned out for a second." he said as his eyes drifted down to your breasts again. you smirked, "sure, zoned out huh? you know if you have questions, you can ask me dan."
daniel gulped and reached out to graze your shoulder. "well, what-what does it feel like? or I guess.." he trailed off as he tried to find the words. luckily, you could read him like an open book, and you knew exactly what he wanted. "danny, baby, do you want to taste it?" his eyebrows raised at your question. he bit his lip, look down at your boobs and nodded. "..yeah, but only if your okay with it!" ever the gentleman danny was, no matter what he always made sure you were okay with things.
you giggled and sat up against the pillows and pat between your legs for him to lay down. he got between your knees and had his elbows on either side of your hips, propping his head up. he looked at your nipples intently, flicking one of them. he watched as milk dribbled out, and he leaned forward to lick it off.
you gasped and grasped the back of his neck. "can I?..." he asked as his eyes flicked to yours and then back to your nipple. you nodded your head and pulled him closer to you. danny sealed his lips around your nipple, and gave a harsh suck, making you wince and tug on his hair. his free hand found your other breast and gave it a soft squeeze as an apology. he would flick one nipple with his fingers, as he viscously sucked on the other. like he was a baby trying to get as much milk as he could. he moaned lowly at the feeling of milk dripping down his hand, and down his throat. it was sweet and creamy, and he was greedy. he wanted this all to himself, he almost forgot he had a baby on the way who would need this to survive.
this went on for awhile, daniel sucking and licking at your nipples while you moaned and groaned and at the feeling of his warm tongue. mostly out of relief, this was a much better way to empty your milk than the pump.
he popped off boob and you panted. "so..what's the verdict honey?" he blushed, "taste..sweet. oddly sweet, I get why baby's are so fond of it." this made you laugh, leave it to Daniel Riccardo to make a joke in any situation. "yeah? glad I could satiate your curiosity babe."
he smiled up at you and helped you cover up. "and then some honey, and then some."
