Summary: Lando's girlfriend has an unconventional means of a physical touch love language but he's learned to live with it and at this point he wouldn't accept her love in any other form.
Highkey sleep!reader x sleepy!reader
Word count: 1.2k
Y/n is practically itching to touch Lando, her hand flexing from not touching him like she's withdrawing from him.
She almost trips getting into the apartment and seeing him lying asleep on the sofa.
"Baby." Y/n whispers in relief before she manages to shift and move to sit with him, shifting him to lie across her lap as she turns on the tv and slowly slides her hand down his stomach making him sigh and move a little to give her easier access as he stirs before settling again at the feeling of her hand pressing against his skin, just on the squishy skin around the base of his dick.
Some, in fact nearly all, men would think that y/n is teasing him or going to wake him up with her hand around his dick.
But no for some reason y/n just like to touch him there, she doesn't always do it so consciously but Lando would say unless they're up and walking or it's really impossible to hide the fact she's touching him. Then y/n has her hand tucked in his trousers.
His lips twitch into a smile for a moment before he drifts asleep again knowing y/n isn't bothered if he's sleeping, she just likes being there with him.
Y/n's fingers gently move brushing his skin, his wispy hair under her fingers since Lando has an alarming lack of body hair. Not that she cares but he does laugh a little when she plays with the thin hair so casually.
"Morning, baby." Lando yawns earning a small smile.
"It's nearly 6pm." Y/n states shaking her head at him as his hand moves down to gently rub her forearm that disappears into his pants.
"If I've woken up, it's morning." Lando shrugs continuing to hold her arm in place knowing that she's about to offer food or get up to do something now he's awake.
Though he knows if she worked on instinct rather than rational, she'd never let him move from a position like this. She'd stay like this for days if not weeks. There's nothing that would move her without force. It just brings her peace and he knows it.
"I love you, baby." Lando states loving to watch her get flustered over the words, which seems to happen every time, as if she doesn't casually keep her hand right next to his dick at every given opportunity.
-
With them getting an unexpected month off due to the cancellation of races, Lando decided to use the chance to just get some time in the sun and relax.
"They should cancel races more often." Y/n jokes as she climbs to sit behind Lando and tucks her hand into his waist hand, keeping both hands down his shorts.
"You think?" Lando hums dropping his head back onto her shoulder, closing his eyes, smiling at the feeling of her hands and just her body against his. "Where did you get the habit from?"
"What?" Y/n frowns making him open his eyes, peeking at her. "What habit?"
"Your hands touching there all the time."
"Oh...I don't know I just did it with you that first time and it felt nice." Y/n mumbles the biting her lip for a moment. "I feel different with you to anyone else-everyone else. So I guess it makes sense that my love is communicated differently."
Lando practically melts into y/n, because despite being a man of poor choices of words so frequently. Y/n never fails to say the right thing.
"I think-No, I know, I'm the luckiest man alive to be loved by you." Lando smiles then rubbing his hand over one of hers through his shorts. "Especially for this."
"Maybe we're both really weird." Y/n hums kissing his neck.
"Better than boring." Lando states adjusting his position as they look out at the sun slowly lowering towards the horizon over the water.
"That's true."
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Y/n is curled up on the private jet seat, having opted to nap while Lando plays poker with some of his friends since he's bringing Max and some others from Quadrant to Miami.
Lando eventually gets sick of losing and moves over to y/n lifting her sleeping body up from her seat before sitting down and holding her in his lap.
Y/n stirs, eyes peeking open for half a second before closing again as she nuzzles into him, her hand wedging down between them as it slots into place while he grins to himself.
"Did you win?" Y/n murmurs sleepily.
"No. They were cheating." Lando declares boldly watching a smile flicker on her lips.
"How dare they."
"I know. But it gave me a good reason to just come and cuddle with the best person on the plane. I need some y/n love." Lando sighs pulling her a little closer to himself. "You're way better than them anyway."
Y/n hums shifting her hand against him before seeming to completely relax down as her body submits back to sleep and Lando grins down at her.
In truth, at this point her hand being against him is just as much a comfort to him as it is to y/n. Possibly more. Knowing this is a form of showing love that's limited to him makes his chest thump in an unnatural pace but he just can't help but feel so special and giddy about it.
Sometimes he does struggle not to just get instantly hard and the first time y/n did it in a sleepy daze, he didn't know what the hell was going on.
They didn't even talk about it, y/n just kept doing it and eventually Lando realised it was a habit that was going to stick.
He does end up pulling a blanket over them when Max comes over to chat with him while y/n sleeps soundly with her head pressed into his neck and her hand twitching against him while him and Max actually talk about business.
"I really hope the two of you never break up." Max sighs when he finds himself ignored again when Lando pulls her closer and squishes her to himself, actually moving her hand to the other side since he's moved her to a position where her wrist was at a funny angle.
"That's not going to happen." Lando mumbles before readjusting the blanket.
"Good, because I don't think we'd be able to piece you back together after her...You're not using her hand to get off under that blanket are you?" Max questions making Lando roll his eyes.
"No, she just...sleeps with her hand in funny positions and I don't want her to lose circulation. Can we get back to the topic?" Lando sighs then leaning back a little as Max gets back into talking about Quadrant and what they've got planned in Miami.
Warning: making out, neck kisses, suggestive(kinda?)
POV: Ohyul doesn't need words to tell you he's had a long day, he needs your skin against his
Ohyul’s the type where you can feel when he's gone too long without touching you, his presence is heavier.
He stands too close in the kitchen, follows you from room to room, leans in the doorway with his arms crossed but keeps brushing his knuckles against your arm whenever you pass.
When he really needs you, it's not words first, it's his body finding yours
He'll wrap his arms around your waist from behind, bury his face against your neck, and hum this low, almost frustrated sound into your skin.
"Missed you." mumbled so soft you nearly miss it.
His kisses when he's touch-starved? Messy.
Hungry. Like he's trying to drink the air right out of your lungs
He pulls you in by your back, tilts his head just enough to deepen it, and doesn't let you pull away until he's satisfied, which is never after just one.
He's got this habit of holding the back of your neck when you kiss, warm and steady, thumb rubbing absent circles into your skin like he's grounding himself
Neck kisses? Loves giving them. He doesn't just peck, he kisses, warm breath and slow presses of his mouth, sometimes dragging his teeth gently over your skin just to feel you shiver.
The little smirk after is entirely intentional
When he's in cling mode, he's tactile in ways that feel casual but are desperate, palm on your thigh under the table, an arm slung over your shoulders even if it's awkward, arms around your waist early in the morning as you make breakfast.
After a long day, he comes home and drops everything just to crowd you up against the nearest wall or counter.
He's not even trying to be sexy, he just needs you close now. big hands holding your hips like hes afraid youll vanish.
In bed, when he's touch starved, it's not about anything fast.
He sprawls half on top of you, tucking his face into your collarbone and letting out a sigh that's way too heavy for a man his size.
He'll stay like that until your shirt is damp from his breathin
He's shameless about it too, will straight up pull you into his lap mid conversation, arms wrapped tight around your waist, and keep talking to whoever else is in the room like nothing's unusual.
The longer he goes without your touch, the more he seeks it without asking, his hands drift to your face when you're talking, thumb tracing over your cheekbone, fingers brushing along your jaw like he's trying to memorize the shape of you.
He doesn't just hug, he engulfs.
Whole body pressed to yours, arms locked around you, chin hooked over your shoulder.
It's warm and heavy and absolutely impossible to move away from until he decides to let go
Sometimes, when you're doing something else and ignoring him, he'll just hook an arm around your waist, haul you into his lap, and mutter,
"Needed you," like that explains everything.
And it kind of does.
my nose is bleeding just from imagining him being this needy…anyway hope you guys enjoying thiss
ᓚᘏ𑄝 plug!choso rewards his favorite buyer with sideways fūcking.
cw. shotgun makeout, substance usage, 18+ mdni.
choso’s got you tucked against his chest, both of you sprawled sideways on the unmade bed. sheets tangled around your ankles, air thick with the sweet-sharp scent of weed and sex.
he’s inside you already — slow, lazy thrusts that don’t really build toward anything urgent. just deep enough to keep you full, to make your breath hitch every time he rolls his hips forward. one of his thick arms is hooked under your knee, holding your leg up and open so he can slide in at that perfect angle that hits soft and steady.
his other hand cradles the back of your neck like you’re fragile. thumb brushing the short hairs there while he takes another long pull from the joint pinched between his fingers.
smoke curls out of his mouth when he finally exhales, but he doesn’t blow it away.
instead he dips his head, lips brushing yours — not quite a kiss yet. just close enough that you part instinctively.
“open,” he murmurs, voice gravel-low.
you do.
he shotguns the smoke straight into your mouth, warm and hazy, tasting faintly of him. you inhale it slow, let it fill your lungs while he watches your throat work. his cock twitches inside you at the sight.
“good girl,” he breathes against your lips.
then he’s kissing you properly — sloppy, unhurried. tongue sliding over yours, chasing the smoke you’re both sharing back and forth until it’s gone and all that’s left is spit and heat.
he rocks into you again. deeper this time. not faster, just… more. enough that your nails dig into the meat of his bicep and a small, helpless sound slips out.
choso groans into your mouth like he feels it in his bones.
he pulls back just enough to take another hit. cheeks hollowing. eyes half-lidded and dark, pupils blown from more than just the high.
this time when he leans in, he doesn’t speak. just seals his mouth over yours and pushes the smoke in with his tongue. you moan around it, swallowing greedily, hips canting back to meet his lazy rhythm.
his free hand drifts down between your bodies. fingertips find your clit — not rubbing, not circling, just pressing. steady pressure while he fucks into you in the same slow drags.
“feel that?” he whispers, lips still touching yours. smoke still clinging to his breath. “how deep i am?”
you nod. can barely think. the weed makes everything soft at the edges, syrupy. every slide of him inside you feels exaggerated, every brush of his fingers electric.
he takes one more hit. holds it. then kisses you open-mouthed again, feeding you the last of the smoke while his hips grind in a slow circle that has you clenching hard around him.
“stay just like this,” he says quietly. voice wrecked. “don’t move. just… take it.”
you do.
he keeps that same lazy pace. shallow, deep, shallow again. thumb still pressed to your clit like an anchor. sharing the last wisps of smoke mouth to mouth until the joint’s burned down to nothing and all that’s left is the wet slide of him inside you, the shared heat between your mouths, and the slow-building ache that neither of you is in a hurry to end.
the entire internet seems to ship you and finn─except finn is painfully offline, so he doesn't know. you, on the other hand, decide to have a little fun with the rumors.
❪ masterlist. 2.9k words. fluff, co-stars/friends to lovers. cw: alcohol consumption. dedicated to @eviesjournal and the convo we had about how we'd do the famous thing wayyyy better than finn. silly little fic, hope you enjoy! ❫
It was somewhere around three in the morning, and you stared blearily at your screen as the bridge of Ayo Technology by 50 Cent backed a few slowed down, lovingly color-graded clips of you and Finn from an interview on your For You page. At certain angles, it looked like you were kissing.
People surely didn’t lack imagination.
You and Finn had known each other for years. Two awkward tweens when you first met on the set of the first season of Stranger Things, and you’d somehow latched onto each other. That bond only tightened over the years. By the fifth season, ten whole years later, you couldn’t picture your life without his dark and perpetually unruly hair and tall frame draped across your living room couch. There were snacks stolen between takes and clothes migrating from his closet to yours. The comfort of growing up side by side. Best friends was the obvious label. However, the internet had other ideas.
The shipping had started when you were young. You’d always been aware of it, and honestly, you’d found it more funny than anything. (Once, you and Sadie had gone on a deep dive through fanfiction websites with no shame and several shots of tequila. In hindsight, it was one of the best nights of your life. Some people were alarmingly creative.) Still, for reasons completely beyond your comprehension, the intensity of said shipping had skyrocketed in recent months. The onset of season five promo hadn’t helped. Every so often, a TikTok would ambush you, a solemnly narrated analysis of the way Finn looked at you on a red carpet, or the moment you’d collapsed in his arms laughing during an interview. Undeniable proof you’d been married for two years and owned a dog.
Okay, fine. Maybe you did act a little over the top sometimes, but you were both just clingy people. That was just… your thing.
Finn stayed blissfully unaware. You still weren’t sure how someone could be so offline, but one glance at his phone, bereft of social media and needless notifications, told you everything you needed to know. The shipping between was your own little secret (and the rest of the cast and staff, apparently… everyone except his.) You weren’t sure why you kept it that way. You just did.
So it was three in the morning, and yet another edit of you and Finn had crossed your recommended, and tiredness had enough of a hold on you to give you an idea that planted itself as the funniest thing you ever thought of.
After Stranger Things wrapped, it would take an absurd trick of fate for you and Finn to ever land on the same set again. Putting aside the idea twisted your stomach unpleasantly at the thought, the shippers would surely be in mourning, grasping at straws and the last blurry screenshots they could get. You wondered, what better way to thank them for years of unintentional entertainment than to just… fan the flames a little? A simple playful lean into the rumor mill as a send-off?
Honestly, it sounded hilarious.
You’d sent a text to Sadie then. hey, remember the Vanity Fair interview? i’m gonna need us to swap seats during that.
Her reply came fast. what are you plotting, and you could only grin at that.
The day of the interview came. The night before, Finn had slept over like he so often did with his dedicated toothbrush in your bathroom cup and pajamas folded at the end of your bed. It was basically your, plural, apartment. He’d left earlier this morning to get ready, and in his wake he’d forgotten the sweater he’d worn the day before slung over the back of your couch. A sweater you distinctly remembered being photographed on him. Your stylist had not been convinced, but gave up after a bit of verbal wrestling even though she questioned your insistence. You slipped the sweater on, paired it with a nice skirt, and headed off to hair and makeup.
When you arrived at the interview set, Sadie was already seated beside the spot she’d given to you. She zeroed in on the sweater immediately before she looked up at you with amusement dancing across her face.
“Oh, so you’re really doing this,” she laughed.
You nodded with a self-satisfied smile. She shook her head and rolled her eyes. The rest of the cast filtered in soon after, settling into their seats. Caleb shot you a knowing look. “Nice sweater.”
Finn arrived last and sat down beside you without second thoughts. That is, until he glanced over. You could practically see the gears turning in his head as you did your best to keep in your laugh.
“That’s mine,” he intelligently noticed, leaning closer and running the tip of his fingers against the familiar sleeve in disbelief. “That’s the one I left this morning.”
The touch made you shiver, but you masked it with a composed smile. “It is, actually. My stylist thought it’d go well with the outfit. What do you think?”
Either it was a trick of the light, or his pale complexion flushed a darker red. Lips pursed, he nodded. “It looks good. It suits you. You should—uh—you should borrow my stuff more often. The oversized thing, and all, it’s… it’s nice. Y’know.”
“Guys, focus, please! The cameras are rolling!”
The bubble burst and both of you snapped out of it as the interviewer launched into her first question.
Two days later, the interview dropped, and you and Sadie cackled like Salem witches sprawled on her couch as you scrolled through the corner of Twitter dedicated to you and Finn. You tried very hard to ignore the pleasant tug in your chest when someone pointed out how Finn’s gaze seemed fixed on you, and his sweater, the entire time. You quite liked the way he looked at you.
Your little scheme dragged on for a while—months, to be precise, filling the gap between Volume One and Volume Two with ideas you devised during sleepless nights. Sadie contributed when boredom struck her. The next hit was a picture taken at your local coffee shop, one fans had noticed you often went to. Sadie came with you that day, and she just so happened to have a trenchcoat that looked a lot like Finn’s brown one. Like a pair of middle-schoolers, you spent ten minutes arranging her hand just right so it could be his. You posted it to your story with a Beabadoobee song. Subtlety was not the goal. Your notifications blew up right after.
Surprisingly, a reply came from Gaten’s account. whos that lol, the text read. it’s finn btw. i stole gaten’s phone.
You couldn’t help but feel more than a little delighted.
Purely because of the fans’ reactions, of course.
Even though Finn and you had always been touchy, at least with each other, you turned the dial all the way up. In the middle of interviews, you’d lean over to fix his collar or pluck imaginary lint out of his hair. You took an unreasonable amount of pleasure in watching him flush, stumbling all over his words to scroll through the carnage online afterward. According to the internet, you were official now and dropping hints for the fans to pick out.
Nothing could’ve prepared you for Finn deciding to play right back, though.
All of a sudden, he was everywhere in your space. A hand resting casually on your thigh, an arm slung over the back of your chair, his shoulders brushing yours just enough. He started handing you his jackets, teased you more boldly during interviews, his eyes lingered longer… There was the panel incident too, in California, when—
“If I was El,” you’d said into the microphone, emboldened by Millie’s enthusiastic finger-clapping beside you. “I’d totally have broken up with the guy.”
Finn shot you an affronted look while Sadie and Caleb, who shared the panel with you, burst into laughter. He reached over and practically yanked the mic from your hands. “You’re totally exaggerating. Mike’s isn’t that bad, he’s a teenage boy! He’s just confused!”
“All teenage boys are assholes Finn. I’ve been around you wayyyy too much during that part of your life. I’d know.”
“You’re all conspiring against him,” he accused, shaking his head. “That’s what you’re doing.”
“We are not! You’re the one exaggerating now,” you argued back. Sadie leaned forward and cupped her hand around her mouth. “We are!”
Finn turned to you. “Baby, I—”
He couldn’t go any further as the audience erupted into cheers and scandalized oohs. You stumbled over air, your elbow slipping off the armrest and your mouth falling open in shock. Heat rushed up your neck, blooming across your cheeks all the way to the tip of your ears as Finn dropped his gaze, smiling bashfully at the ground. You didn’t miss the quiet laugh he let out when he looked back at you. Mortified, you shot a glance at Sadie, who was wearing the biggest, most unapologetic grin you’d ever seen.
Had she told him about your plan? He would’ve told you… right?
Or did he just want to make this a competition?
Whatever it was, you decided not to let it destabilize you. You swallowed down the blush, placed a hand on his arm as you laughed it off, and pretended you didn’t notice the way Finn’s eyes stayed trained on your fingers.
And it just kept on going. The little touches and comments, the condescending pet names when one of you messed up, or when you’d jokingly fight on set, during events and interviews. What had once been occasional became frequent, so frequent it began bleeding into your private life.
Finn started draping himself over you during movie nights, his arms winding around your waist, his head resting comfortably on your chest while your fingers carded through his hair. You found yourself rummaging through his shirts to wear at home, which he noticed and always complimented your choice. You’d cling to his arm while crossing the street even when you knew there were no paparazzis around. He fixed your hair without asking. You sat next to each other in every interview. The pet names slipped out during breaks on set.
There wasn't anyone to document those domestic instances. And for reasons unknown, you realized you liked it this way. Enjoyed the new pace your relationship with Finn had taken.
Until the wrap-up party.
Ten years of your life. Ten years of care poured into a character sealed shut with the click of a camera. The final day had tasted bittersweet to everyone. Many tears were shed, and your mascara had definitely stained Finn’s sleeve as he held you close. But that could only mean the party, two days after, would be all the more fun—which it was! That was how you all ended up lounging across the floor of Gaten’s apartment, a half-empty bottle of white wine sweating between you. You drank straight from the bottleneck, passing it around in a circle. When the bottle reached Finn, he waved it away, mindful that he was driving you home.
You smiled at him when he handed it to you, holding his gaze as the wine burned sweetly down your throat.
“Man, I’m gonna miss this,” Caleb sighed, staring at the ceiling.
Millie snorted. “It’s not like we’re never going to do this again. We’re not dying.”
“Yeahhhh, but it’s not the same, you know? We were up to so much shit on that set.”
Laughter rippled through the room as memories bubbled up, old and new. You were practically draped against Finn by then, your head near his shoulder as he leaned back against Gaten’s coffee table.
“You’re telling me,” you said fondly.“Remember when Sadie tripped over cables on her first day and fucked up the entire lighting system?”
Sadie gasped in mock outrage, glaring at you while everyone else howled. It took less than two seconds for the group to spiral into recounting every Sadie mishap from the last nine years she’d shared with you. Eventually, she raised her hands, silencing all conversations under amused eyes and pointed directly at you.
“I cannot believe you’re talking all high and mighty,” she started, her eyes gleaming, “when you’ve been doing fan service for the past few months.”
You froze. Behind you, you felt Finn straighten. You shot Sadie a frantic look, slicing a hand through the air in a silent stop, but she only met your gaze with an expression that told you, very clearly, that she knew what she was doing. Or at least, you hoped she did.
“What do you mean?” Finn asked, chuckling nervously.
“Oh, she’s been playing up your friendship because the fanbase has been shipping you two like crazy,” Sadie explained breezily, waving a hand as if she’d been asked about the weather. “It was mostly because we thought it was funny. Also, I gotta say, the fanfictions have really improved since you two started. Huge step up in quality.”
Your stomach was in your feet.
“The fanbase ships us? Together?” Finn asked, incredulous. then turned to you. You had to force yourself to lift your eyes to meet his, but the confusion in them only made you more embarrassed.
“Yeah. Yeah, they do.” You tried to sound as bright as you could as you quickly looked away.
“You didn’t know? Dude, you’re the opposite of chronically online. It’s like you live in a cave,” Gaten laughed, shaking his head. “Reminds me of that whole Sillie thing back in 2019.”
Millie barked out a laugh, brandishing the bottle of white wine. “Oh, that was a fun era.”
The night carried on with the rhythm of stories, but there was now a subtle tension threaded between you and Finn, pulled taut but still refusing to snap. It followed you all the way outside. You’d sobered up by then, the cold night air biting as you tugged your coat tighter around yourself. Finn’s car waited at the curb. You reached for the passenger door handle.
“Hey.”
You turned to see Finn had stopped, his eyes fixed on you.
“Something wrong?” you asked.
He shifted his weight, eyes flicking down and back up again in a shadow of hesitation. “So, all that… you know. The hoodies and the holding hands, that. That was a joke?”
“No,” you said immediately. “It wasn’t—it wasn’t a joke. I just thought it’d be fun to… to kind of pretend that something more was going on for the fans. Give them something, since we won’t really be seen together like this anymore.”
Quieter, you added. “And we won’t be on set together, not like before. If you know what I mean.”
“So you didn’t mean it.”
Confusion twisted your guts as you stared at him. The streetlights cast shadows across his face, blurring his expression far too much for you to make out what it was.
“I don’t know.” You took a deep breath. “Did you want it to mean something?”
A little voice in your chest you didn’t know existed was pleading. Please say yes, please say yes. Finn stepped closer, closing the distance until there was but the smallest space left between your bodies.
“To be honest, I didn’t really know people saw us like that,” he started, burying his hands deeper in the pockets of his jacket. “What I do know, though, was that I had this really stupid crush on you ever since I was, like… twelve. And when you started doing all that, I thought maybe you finally liked me back. Now, I don’t know if you meant any of it, but I—” His lips curved in a nervous smile. “I kinda hope you did.”
Your heart leaped in your chest, as if you’d just jumped off an airplane and your parachute had been delayed. Finn opened his mouth again, probably to backpedal and to reassure you it was fine, that nothing had to change if you didn’t reciprocate, but you didn’t let him. You did reciprocate.
You shut him up before he could speak—grabbing him by the collar of his jacket and kissing him.
His hands found your waist instantly, pulling you closer as he kissed you back, hard and soft all at once. Your arms slid around his neck, fingers tangling in his curls, and you laughed into the kiss when he smiled, which only made him kiss you again, and again, and again.
You finally stopped when your back hit the passenger door, Finn standing in front of you, both a little breathless as you stared at each other with starry eyes.
“And that only took us…. what? Ten years?” you teased.
Finn laughed, dropping his forehead to your shoulder, not forgetting to press a kiss to your neck as he did so. “I’m forever grateful to whoever decided to write fanfictions about us. You have to show them to me now. You’re obligated.”
“And under what obligations?”
“Uh, the fact that I’m literally your boyfriend?”
You chuckled. “Wow. You’re upgrading fast. I can’t believe you—”
He kissed you again, cutting you off, and you forgot whatever you’d been about to say. You liked it better this way.
Your phone buzzed in your jacket pocket, long forgotten, with a text from Sadie you wouldn’t see until the next morning. so are yall together yet me and caleb have a bet going. it’s been nine years.
And a week later, Finn posted on Instagram—not his social media manager, himself, guys! That’s big! It was a grainy film photo of you in his shirt, hair a mess, standing in his kitchen with two coffee mugs and the brightest smile flashed at the camera.
౨ৎ instead of going on the sim like usual, lando spends his winter break on his fake fanpage account to ragebait his long time online rival, berrypiastri,. however, after seeing your face reveal, he might start rizzbaiting.
౨ৎ lando norris x f!reader, smau, set in the current winter break, enemies to lovers, lando is his own fan, lots of bantering and ragebaiting! fc: yunjin from lsfm
from rianca, leaving u guys with this fic while i prepare for exams ! unfortunately i have a gfx exam that will last me a whole week 😵…
Synopsis: You were both the picture-perfect image of romance in f1, everyone's favourite couple. But then the frame broke, the glass shattered, and all fans could do was speculate and hope for some kind of explanation.
Starring: Sir Lewis Hamilton
Form: SMAU
☀️Sunny says: that this is her first proper LH44 fic. I'm such a fake fan🫤 also, I should really start grammar-checking these more😭 one day, but not today.
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f1thealbum 'LOSE MY MIND' OUT NOW! First single from #F1TheMovie #F1TheAlbum 🏎 Special thanks to dojacat and sincerelyn!🏁
user789 no fcking way😦
user987 YN??? as in YN YLN?????
user888 working on Lewis Hamilton's dream project?🧍🏼♀️
user666 the man she was meant to spend forever with? 🧍🏽♂️
user333 the man that she broke up with so abruptly?🧍🏿
user222 no one knows whether she broke up with him or he broke up with her, guys
user111 lewis still holds his stance that the breakup was a mutual and shared decision they both agreed on
user999 and YN has never made her stance clear on any of it😬 as a die-hard YN fan, I don't even think she's answered any questions regarding the breakup TO THIS DAY
user1110 if avoiding the topic of Sir Lewis Hamilton was a sport, YN would be an olympic level athlete😭😭
isackhadjar maman?
kimi.antonelli mamma?
gabrielbortoleto_ mamae?
user456 🍿... sincerelyn
dualipa share the popcorn, man👀 sincerelyn
user456 DUA LIPA???
user345 this is so crazy to me😲
user234 who do I tell about this?!
user1234 can someone explain why this announcement is so groundbreaking🤨it's literally just a song
user677 don't you knw the lore??
user677 Lewis and YN were together for YEARS! literally mama y papa, the epitome of the perfect love story
user566 then they broke up out of literally nowhere
user344 and Lewis only ever talks about YN professionally, while YN always pretends like he doesn't even exist
user211 and YN working on the f1 movie, even if it's only one song, is monumental!
user700 this movie is his baby and he trusted YN enough to be a part of the project??
user400 which says a lot considering the beef
user1234 okay...I see why everyone is making a big deal
user288 is this a sort of peace treaty??
user155 pls be a peace treaty🙏🏼 I want my family back
sincerelyn love ya dojacat
dojacat 😝
user522 why would YN and lewis get back tgther after four years of treating each other like ghosts?
user443 like let's be fr 🙄
user611 and if you aren't watching doja's ig live rn, you're missing out😬😭😭
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h4m1lt0nupdates some stills from the music video of 'LOSE MY MIND' ft Doja Cat by YN YLN. you guys noticed it too, right...👀
ynupdates I thought I was losing my mind!!!
user266 noticed two very beautiful women coming together to make the best song on the F1 movie album?
user177 girl, I could write a whole thesis on what this mv means to the inexplicable beef between Lewis and YN💀
user422 ive lost count of how many times ive watched this mv trying to find a single frame where i can ACTUALLY see YN
user588 dude, YN is literally in it, wdym🤨??
user399 she's in it, but not entirely
user422 user588 there are several moments in the mv where we can completely see doja, but there is never a moment where we can completely see YN
user933 the only part of YN's face that is actually shown in the mv are her eyes
user422 which says a lot because YN is the main artist and doja is just a feature👀
user588 okay so maybe you have a point...
user411 god, these fits from doja are so chefs kiss 🤌
user733 the different helmets that YN wore🫠ugghhhh
user511 all i noticed were two babes on a motorbike👁🫦👁
user855 doja getting to hold onto YN🧍🏾♀️HOW DOES IT FEEL TO LIVE MY DREAM????
user636 she might be a horrible and terrible human being, but good lord doja can bring fire to a track🤷
user188 and she's never had a bad outfit in her entire life
user434 separate the art from the artist or whatever🙄
user776 after doja told the entire world that YN and Lewis still hate each other, this mv really is just salt in my fcking wounds
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variety At the #F1TheMovie premiere in New York City, the stars came out to shine! We're sure you can recognise a few of the familiar faces that came to celebrate the first screening of the highly anticipated Hamilton film👀
user467 damson idris, step into my office🫠
ynupdates lewisyn reunion, but at what cost😭
user312 like am I crazy or were they shooting daggers at each other the whole time😬
h4m1lt0nupdates I was there in person, and you aren't crazy
user379 lewis, we're all so proud of you🫶
kimi.antonelli👏🏻👏🏻
user513 for a second there, I thought lando came out with some secret pregnant gf😭😭
user245 has anyone else seen the video of the artists on the f1 album taking a group photo with lewis?? YN literally slapped his hand off her shoulder😭😭
user967 and then very pointedly walked away from him to stand next to tate
ynmymuse and she plastered the sweetest smile on for the picture😭
user634 where did u guys see this?!
user245 on tiktok user634
ynmymuse user634 @/sunnylovesf1 on tiktok, it's their pinned video!
user634 🏃🏽♂️➡️
jstkeepwtchng TATE TATE TATE🗣🗣🗣🗣
user723 alternative caption variety: first event where a divorced couple has to actually interact with each other: DISASTROUS.
variety thanks!
user723 girl😭💀
user356 it's almost like now that sincerelyn and lewishamilton have to actually be in each other's presence, all bets are off for them
user479 this lewisyn reunion just feels so passive aggressive😭😭I know it's been an awkward few months for everyone around them
mahalia on his album, on his carpet, on his neck
raye let my boy get up😟
jorjasmith_ haunting him in broad daylight
user689 simone ashley my beloved 🧎🏾♀️
user745 #justiceforsimoneashley
sincerelyn fuck brad pitt
damsonidris woah💀
sincerelyn call me
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☆ January '26
☆ February '26
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sincerelyn my new album '44' is out. I've always wanted to release these songs from the vault. Yes, they're about him.
Sincerely, YN.
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☀️Sunny's playlist:
1. LOSE MY MIND (ft. Doja Cat) by Don Toliver
2. California King Bed by Rihanna
3. Comfortable by Victor Ray
4. Anxiety by Megan Thee Stallion
5. Escapism. (ft. 070 Shake) by Raye
6. IWH2BMX by FLO
7. PILLOWTALK by Zayn
8. Show Me Love (with Tyla) by WizTheMC and bees&honey
𐔌 He loves to share his music with you (his emo phase never ended). Ever since you started dating, he has been making you personalized CDs, and your collection has been growing bigger as time goes by.
𐔌 He’s a great listener, genuinely an amazing one. You can talk to him about anything, and the conversation will stretch on for hours. He’s always there when you need him, and he actually gives thoughtful, solid advice.
𐔌 Always has a terrible joke on his mind, the kind you swear you won’t laugh at. You do anyway, just because they are so bad. Then eventually give up and laugh properly because you can’t hold it back.
𐔌 He often notices when you're not doing well, moments before you even do. It's routine for him, “You okay?”
𐔌 He remembers the little things you mention once and never bring up again, like your favorite song, how you take your coffee, the way you get quiet when you’re tired.
warnings: calum x reader x ashton, threesome… calum and reader have established relationship, hot tub sex, almost public sex? finger sucking AGAIN. dumbification😇, thigh riding, pussy eating
wc: 1.6k - nsfw content below the cut!!🍰
you and calum have been going steady, but that doesnt mean you cant have a little fun, right?
being on tour with the boys meant you got treated like royalty by your boyfriend, only the best for you. so tonight he had a penthouse suite booked for you two which included the biggest bed youve ever laid eyes on, a bar, and even a private hot tub. ashton had come over to your room— quickly getting bored of his night already, you had decided to use your room for what its worth and get in the hot tub.
your string bikini barely covered your goodies as you stepped into the water, calum helping you in with a hand resting on your back. they had already nestled into the water, skin slowly getting familiar to the burning sensation— calum sat comfortably, his legs spread and arms thrown over the edge as you sat next to him. ashton however, he was sat in the same position yet seemed alot more nervous.
soft sensual music played in the background as the lights shown a blueish tint over the private balcony, “we cant just sit here and vibe forever..” ashton spoke with a giggle as he sat next to you, thighs rubbing against yours. “truth or dare?”
“what are we, twelve?” you spoke making calum chuckle and pull you close “nah.. lets give it a shot” he says
after a few raunchy questions shared between the three of you it was now your second turn “alright, truth or dare?” ashton spoke, and of course you picked dare kicking off the craziness that tonight has in store. you saw him give a hard look to calum almost a look of trust. “i dare you to kiss both of us” he says with a chuckle as a matter of testing his luck. “god youre such a boy.” you roll your eyes, going to rest your hand on calums thigh to reassure him.
“what.. you scared?” calum spoke up with a husk in his voice, his hard chest rising calmly, “i dont scare easy…” you whisper.
calum was first.
his eyes dont leave yours, he looks at you as if he was daring you to do it, your hand rests softly on his chest as you lean in giving him a slow, hungry kiss. he returned the kiss instantly, his hand slicing through the water to caress your waist. you deepened the kiss, bringing your finger to slide through his dark wet curls, giving his lip a quick bite before pulling off.
“fuck-“ he winced against her mouth as she pulled away, his voice shallow and coarse.
you now turned to your left where your eyes met ashtons, “jesus. you plannin’ on kissing me like that?” he stiffled a laugh as you placed your hand on his thigh, calums hand still leaving traces on your waist. when your lips met his you felt the differences between the two.
calum was laid back and hungry for you, while ash just wanted more, he was bolder.
his hand found its way to your other hip, the boys each had a hand on you and you loved it. he kissed you passionately and desperately, his tongue trying to make it way through as you lean back, his lips chased yours but it didn’t phase you.
“jesus christ” you laughed breathlessly as your heart beat at an alarming pace, “you guys are ridiculous..” you said trying to pretend it wasnt turning you on how much they both wanted this. “wha’do ya say about another round baby?” calum put a hand on your cheek turning you towards him.
after seeing the glimmer in your eye he grabbed your waist to move you into his lap to face him “c’mere-fuck” he spoke roughly as you slammed down onto him, his mouth quickly found its way to your chest bringing his hands to pull at the strings of your bikini top quickly undressing you.
you let out a soft moan at the feeling of him underneath you, your hips subliminally begin to roll over him as your top is yanked off and throw somewhere in the jacuzzi. you suddenly feel a thick hand which you guessed belonged to the curly haired drummer sat next to you swipe the hair out of your eyes, gathering it all into a makeshift ponytail as his mouth found its way to your jaw leaving open mouthed kisses on you leading down your neck.
calum wasted no time flipping you around “god baby, fucking turn around.. show him how much you love this yeah?” he turned you around so your back rests on his chest, his hands run up your torso to massage your tits, “she always this gone with you?” you begin to roll your hips once again on just one thigh this time, throwing your arms behind you to feel something real, “mostly… aint that right baby?” he said waiting for a response with a smirk plastered on.
his hands found their way to your hips stabilizing you “yeah she cant hear a thing hmm..” he smiles at the fucked out state he gets you in. calum continued rocking you back and forth on his thigh, your moans mixing with the slow music playing was heavenly “mmmfuck-cal need moree” you dragged out, starting to bounce faster.
“tell ash what you need baby hes here to help right?” calum spoke into your ear leaving soft bites around it.
“fuck yes i am.” he says, down for anything. “need somethin’ in my mouth.. now” you whine out.
“holy shit-yeah sweetheart, ill do that for you-open up” ashton speaks with shock and horny-ness covering his face, you open your mouth just enough to let something in as you look up at him, towering over you with his large stature pleading for him to help you. his thumb slides into your mouth as his palm rests on your chin, you instantly start to suck, your tongue sliding over the pad of it just trying to keep you busy.
calum can tell youre getting close now as your sharp nails scratch up his thighs and your moans quicken. “you got it princess— fuck look at you fucking yourself on your boyfriends thigh as my best friend has his thumb down your throat.. what a fucking sight, right ash?” calum roughly held your hips down on this thigh shoving you back and forth, ashton isnt even on this planet anymore, just seeing you below him sucking on his thumb as your tits bounce from how hard calum is making you fuck yourself.
this might be heaven.
“m’cumming-“ was all you had to say for calum to smile “so good, did so good for us” he lets you ride out your high on him. you didnt realize how much if a slut you looked like until right now, you were moving so fast there was waves in the hot tub, you released him from your mouth as you scooted to get off of calums lap.
“wanna eat you.. can i please..” the tan one spoke onto your lips as he scooped you up mid kiss, placing you on the ledge. “shit ts’so cold” you wince at the feeling of the tile against your bare skin.
calum is now twisting around, throwing your legs over his shoulders within seconds “get up there and warm her up would you?” he barked at the other boy. he quickly obliged crawling up the step to sit next to you at the top.
“did so good- all i was thinking about was getting to this pretty pussy…” he undid the ties of your bottoms resulting in them slipping off and he finished the job by tearing the off and into the jacuzzi with the other half of your swimsuit. “fuck there she is..” you moan out leaning back into ashtons arms as they cage you in.
his thumb runs over your clit softly, pulling your folds to the side wanting the see it glisten. your eyes are locked on calums as your hand flies up to rest on the back of ashtons neck as he goes to feel you up. your body is topped with hands around you, calums rest on your stomach as his mouth plunges into you and ashtons come down to play with your breasts.
“being touched so good.. so much..” you blabber out licking the drool that rest in the corner of your mouth. his tongue moves quickly across your clit, licking and sucking at just the right ratio to make you get close.
youre moaning so loud, “just because this is a private balcony doesnt mean they cant hear you sweetie..” the pale boy shushes you with a finger over your mouth, you know they love how loud you are secretly.
“m’close oh my god-fuck” you ramble at a higher pitch than usual, calum takes this as his chance to fill you up. he swiftly shoves a finger into you making you draw out a long guttural moan, it didnt take much more than that to make you cum all over his face. “want it all” he spoke into your pussy as he licked all your wetness up, making you shake harder than you already were with overstimulation. “thank you-thank you” you mutter against his lips as he crawled out of the tub.
almost forgetting ash was there he spoke up “this was so hot-you guys are the hottest couple ive ever seen jesus christ.” you didnt even realize how hard he was against you until this moment, oh well!! your body glistened with sweat and chlorine as you began to try and breath normally again “nothing like a game of truth or dare right?” you giggled.
this was never about calum or ashton, or a stupid game of truth or dare, this was for you. all for you.
did yall like this??? lmk pleaseeee this was me experimenting… send asks cuties!! 💋💋💋
