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Latest: TOF Ch.5

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✿To Old Friends ✿

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

[lolasworlds]

TO OLD FRIENDS

Two friends that meet again after five years and a night mindless sex continue reading to find out what happens next

Warnings🥛 Slight teasing, Mature Content,18+

CHAPTER FIVE

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The movie ended in a burst of dramatic music and a final scream before the screen faded to black. A few people groaned, and Jamie stood dramatically to announce he was “never trusting a group vote again.”

People began to scatter — grabbing water bottles, brushing their teeth, heading to their rooms. Y/N took the moment to quietly slip away, her bare feet silent against the warm wood floors as she made her way down the hall. A moment later, Lucy followed.

Y/N’s room was tucked into the far corner of the beach house, away from the rest, with just the faint rustle of ocean breeze drifting in through the cracked window.

Lucy let herself in and immediately flopped down on the bed with a dramatic sigh, arms sprawled across the plush duvet.

Y/N dimmed the light so it wasn’t so harsh. “Make yourself at home.”

Which is ironic to say since this is her home. It’s their vacation house they’re parents bought when we were younger. 

“I always do,” Lucy said, grinning. Then, more softly: “Remember when we used to come here every summer?”

Y/N smiled, flopping onto the bed beside her. “Yeah. We were never allowed in this room, though.”

Lucy laughed. “Right! Remember when Lando got caught trying to sneak in?”

Y/N snorted. “Yes! After we were the ones hiding in here first. And he got in trouble for it.”

They both burst into laughter, the memory so vivid they could still picture the look on Lando’s face as the two of them sprinted out past him just before his dad walked in.

“Lucky you,” Lucy said, nudging Y/N’s shoulder. “Now you get the fancy room with your own bathroom.”

“Yep.” Y/N stretched, smug. “Finally claimed it.”

“god you're annoying ,” Lucy muttered, grinning — before they both broke into another round of giggles, remembering the bet they made on the boat.

“She is so shameless,” Lucy whispered through a laugh, and Y/N immediately pointed at her in agreement.

“I know! I thought for sure you were gonna win.”

“Same!” Lucy covered her mouth dramatically. “I didn’t think it would happen that fast!”

“Neither did I,” Y/N whispered, glancing toward the hallway like someone might overhear.

Lucy tilted her head. “You think they’re getting back together?”

My stomach does a little flip as i recall what the two of us had been up to just hours before

Y/N shrugged, leaning back on her hands. “I mean... people probably think they already are. With how they were acting in the living room?”

“Right??” Lucy sat up straighter. “You saw that too!”

“I’m pretty sure everyone saw it.”

Lucy shook her head. “My brother is so confusing sometimes.”

Y/N looked away for a second, her voice quieter. “Yeah... tell me about it.”

She didn’t know why she said that. It just came out, and maybe it was because she had been thinking that all along.

Lando and y/n aren’t in any kind of agreement to each other but oh my god can he be anymore irritating?

Lucy’s head snaps toward her, eyes narrowing playfully. “Mhmm.” She folded her arms with a smirk. “What was that?”

Y/N glanced back at her, trying — and failing — to look normal. “What?”

“What really happened in the pantry?” Lucy’s eyebrows wiggled.

Y/N covered her face with both hands. “Oh my god. Nothing.”

“Sure, because he’s ‘like a brother’ to you,right?” Lucy teased, mimicking air quotes.

Y/N winced and immediately adjusted her shirt, tugging it higher over the mark.

Lucy leaned closer, eyes wide and gleaming with suspicion. “Come on. It’s so obvious something happened in there.”

And this is where I realized

I am absolutely Fucked. I’m sitting here with Lucy, my best friend. Whose brother — also my best friend — had his mouth on me less than two hours ago. And now she’s sitting here asking if anything happened?

Yes, Lucy. Your brother gave me a hickey. And to make it even better? We’ve fucked years ago and no one knows but us. How’s that for something?

But I can’t tell her that. I would die of embarrassment . On the spot.

So…a lie it is.

“It was nothing,” Y/N started, trying to sound casual. “We just—”

Knock knock.

“Y/N?” Jamie’s voice called from the hallway. “Is Lucy in there with you?”

Saved. By. The. Bell. Fuck yeah!

Lucy gave her a devilish look, already standing. “Yes, Jamie! I’m coming!” she called back, then turned to Y/N with a smirk.

“You better tell me everything tomorrow,” she whispered, blowing her a kiss as she backed out of the room.

Y/N threw a pillow at her. “Have fun!”

Lucy’s laugh echoed down the hall.

Maybe y/n should’ve tried harder to hide what happened but she wanted someone to know, she wanted Lucy to know. And yes she knows it would be an awfully awkward conversation to have with Lucy but she wasn’t close to anyone else here like she was with Lucy.

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After her shower, Y/N dried off and slipped into the robe hanging on the back of the door. It was soft and plush, brushing over her damp skin, one shoulder slipping lower with every step she took. She didn’t bother fixing it — the cool air felt good.

But as she opened the bathroom door and stepped back into her room, she halted.

And rolled her eyes.

Lando was sitting at the edge of her bed like he’d been there for a while. Hoodie sleeves shoved up, curls messy, legs spread like he had absolutely no plans to leave.

He looked up at the sound of the door, and his gaze flicked — once, slowly — down her body.

“What in absolute God’s name are you doing here?” she said, brushing past him to drop her jewelry onto the dresser.

“I was knocking,” he said, leaning back on his arms. “You just didn’t answer.”

“Because I was in the shower,” she said flatly, trying to sound calm.

“Yeah? I can tell.” His smirk curved lazily as his eyes lingered on the exposed skin of her shoulder.

“Oh my god.” She yanked the robe tighter over her chest, annoyance flaring in her voice.

“What?” he said, grin growing. “You look nice.”

Y/N turned to him, arms folded over her chest. “What are you doing in my room?”

He flopped backward, hands tucked behind his head. “You know, this used to be my room for, like,the past four years.”

“Oh,” she said with a raised brow, “so you came to reclaim you room ?”

She moves to get something from the bed- her lip gloss, it smelled like bubble gum when she applies it to her lips.

He sat up in one fluid motion and reached out, grabbing behind her knees. She yelped slightly as he pulled her toward him, trapping her between his legs. Her hands caught his shoulders for balance, eyes narrowing.

“Lando—what the hell—”

“No,” he said, voice low, eyes glinting. “Maybe I just wanted to say goodnight to my best friend.”

She laughed, looking away. “You’re so full of shit.”

“What do you want, Lando?” she asked, brushing her fingers briefly through his hair — more annoyed than affectionate.

“Kiss me,” he said, voice dropping to a low tease, that lazy smirk already forming.

Y/N laughed, pulling back. She walked over to the dresser, grabbing a hair tie

“So you let Camille be all over you and then show up here asking me to kiss you?”

She turned, crossing her arms again. “Are you actually out of your mind, or just bored?”

“Oof,” he said with a wince. “There it is. That came fast. You’ve been waiting to bring her up, huh?”

“I haven’t,” she shot back, rolling her eyes.

Yes actually I had been waiting to bring her up. And so what? Did he really expect me not to?

He leaned forward, elbows on his knees. “You sure? Because you name-dropped my ex the second you got the chance. Sounds kinda possessive.”

Y/N laughed — dry, disbelieving. “What do you want me to say? She was all over you. Everyone saw it.”

He raised an eyebrow. “What?, did you want me to let  you be all over me instead?”

“God,” she scoffed and said under her breath. “As if I’d need your permission.” Hoping he wouldn’t hear that part 

“I think you’ve have too much to drink” she said louder this time folding her arms 

That made him laugh . He stood, walking toward her slowly. “Oh Yeah?”

He must be drunk, because there’s no way someone in their right mind would be so foolish.

I turn, facing the full length mirror. Then pull my now damp hair into a low ponytail.

I try not to look at him but I know he’s behind me

He laughs “what a big ego you’ve there” he grabs me by the hips and pulls me closer to him 

“Lando stop it-” 

But he doesn’t. Instead he pushes her hair aside and kisses her along the sides of her neck, trailing soft kisses to her shoulders.

She reaches behind her to push him away but he catches her hands and pins them to mirror.Keeping her there.

His other hand goes to the front of her robe, loosening it even more.

He pulls the fabric making it fall off my shoulders.

I take my free hand and clutch the robe from exposing my boobs,

But he moves it away and brings both my hands behind my back

“Ah” I winch at the uncomfortable feeling of them being held there.

“Shh” he whispers, his face close to my temple. But he loosens his grip giving me the slightest amount of relief before he’s leaving kisses down to the crook of my neck all over again

He sucks the skin there -not too hard, enough to make you instantly relax into his touch

With my body relaxed into his, he has a clear view of my now exposed boobs, which he takes full advantage off because his hand is already squeezing them and pinching my nipples,

“Lando Please…” I breathed out.

My head is all over the place and I can barely think straight

“Please what?” He asks in that silky smooth voice he uses whenever he’s teasing me

I don’t know what I want, I want his hand all over me and as far away as possible at the same time.

I lift my head and get the slightest glimpse him leaving a mark where his mouth had just been

“Seriously!” I furrow my brows which make him laugh

“Relax,” he says so casually that it makes me even more annoyed

“How can I? You’ve now left two marks on me!”I try to get out of his grasp but he pulls me down even closer to him and sucks on my boobs

I bite my lips trying to keep in any noise trying to come out

“They’ll be gone by tomorrow”

Is he serious right now? They will not be gone by tomorrow

I narrow my eyes up at him and he stares back at me with the most infuriating grin on his lips, And in a blink of an eye his lips are on mine

He’s kissing me. And oh my gods, I kiss him back. Our lips move together like tug a war, both fighting to see to who’s gonna loose. It’s rough and fast and none of us wants to give up, but when he bites my lower lip and pushes his tongue through and I let him, i already know I’ve lost whatever it is we’re playing at tonight,

I feel his hand sliding lower and lower down my sides until he’s between my legs,

Fuck

He presses his lips harder when he feels me straining against his grip and pushes my legs open with his own

He’s playing with the insides of my thighs and when he feels me relaxing his fingers parts my folds which makes me moan into the kiss

Oh my fucking hell! I am so fucking wet and it makes me so freaking annoyed that he can feels it too

“Fuck you’re really tight,” he breathes out when he tries to push two fingers in me

He rubs some of the slick on his finger to make it easier to slide it in

I whimper at the slight pain of something being in me. It hasn’t been extremely long since I’ve had sex but it’s been long enough that it hurts a little at something being in me.

I grab a fist full of his hoodie- the best I can with my hands being held, pulling him closers to me,

Finally he lets go of my hands and wraps his around my shoulders holding me against him while pumping his fingers in and out of me,

He started off slow just easing in and out of me but now he’s going faster and he’s added another finger which shoots both pleasure and pain straight through me

God it feels so good, I feel so good and I don’t want this to end but I feel myself nearing the end and I can’t help but clench my walls, the pleasure becoming too overwhelming

I grab onto his arm sinking my nails into his hoodie and pull on his curls with my other hand, he winches, moving his lips near my ear

“you like that?” He whispers

I can hear the slight tease in his voice and if I wasn’t about to cum, oh my god! I pull his sleeve up and dig my nails into his skin, which earns a groan from him. And oh fuck he sounds so sexy

And god he grabs me by the neck and makes me look at him. I grin at him which he doesn’t find funny because he’s going in me even faster now, his thumb going in circles on my clit, and it hurt so bad but it feels even better. I clench even harder feeling myself about to explode

I pull him by the hair and kiss him, he kisses me back rougher and faster and I’m exploding, my cum is seeping down his fingers and my leg. He pumps in and out of me a few more time and I’m now whimpering because it’s becoming too much for me

“Lando…” I whimper into his lips and I can’t help but clench from overstimulation

“I know I know” he says pulling his fingers out very slowly

When they’re out of me I finally take a breath feeling some relief but it's caught in my throat when i get sight of Lando putting his two fingers in his mouth and sucks my cum off them.

My eyes go wide as he stares back at me with the most wicked grin on his face

God he annoys me so much!

I close my eyes unable to look at him any longer

“I knew you’d like it” he says, his voice laced with teasing

I pull my robe together trying to look at little decent before I kick him out for being so irritating

“Do you ever stop taking” I say stomping to the door

“I know you like my voice” he says with that stupid, infuriating, sexy grin of his!

“Just leave” I grit out rolling my eyes

He walks up hovering over me with one hand placed on my side and says “you looked so good with my fingers in you”

And then he left, leaving me there in absolute shock and what just happened.

Chapter 6

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Hope you guys enjoyed this chapter and sorry it took so long!❤️

[lolasworlds]

To Old Friends

Two friends that meet again after five years and a night mindless sex continue reading to find out what happens next

Warnings🍷 Slight teasing, Mature Content

Chapter Four ~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~

The beach house sat at the edge of the coast like it had been dropped there on purpose — whitewashed walls, wide glass doors, and a wraparound deck that overlooked the sea. It was quiet except for the wind rustling through the palms and the waves lapping against the shore just beyond the pool.

Y/N and Lucy had arrived around two. The drive from the marina was short, but the change in atmosphere was instant. No yacht, no loud music, no Camille. Just space and stillness and the sound of their own thoughts again.

Now, they were stretched out beside the pool in oversized loungers, limbs draped lazily, swimsuits half-dried by the sun.

“This,” Y/N said, head turned toward Lucy, “might be the smartest thing we’ve done all week.”

Lucy didn’t move. “Agreed.”

“Why didn’t we come here sooner?”

“I Know rightt.”

Y/N smirked and sipped from the drink in her hand — something citrusy and cold they’d made in the kitchen earlier. The pool sparkled in the late afternoon sun, and the breeze lifted the edge of her towel like even the air was relaxing.

It was the kind of quiet that made your shoulders drop without you noticing.

They stayed there for hours, dozing off and waking up only to flip over or refill their drinks. No one called, no one interrupted. The rest of the group was supposed to join them later, but for now, it was just the two of them — and that was perfect.

As the sun dipped lower and the sky turned a deeper blue, more voices started to filter through the house. Doors opened, laughter echoed from the hallway, and the quiet bubble of the afternoon finally popped.

By early evening, everyone had gathered in the living room — sandy feet, sun-kissed cheeks, drinks in hand. The windows were cracked open, letting in the ocean breeze, and someone had connected a speaker to play soft background music.

A circle started to form on the floor — cushions dragged in, chairs abandoned, an empty bottle already set in the middle like a challenge.

“Oh no,” Y/N said, eyeing it. “Absolutely not.”

“It’s happening,” Lucy replied, flopping onto the floor beside Jamie. “Don’t resist it.”

“Come on,” Jamie grinned. “Where’s your spirit of chaos?”

“I have none,” Y/N said flatly.

But it was already too late — Lucy grabbed her wrist and pulled her down into the circle.

And just like that, peace gave way to the next wave of games, smirks, and whatever came next when the bottle spun.

The bottle had already made two full rotations, and the game was in full swing. A few of the couples in the group leaned into it for the thrill, and the singles treated it like a joke — quick kisses, loud cheers, dramatic commentary.

Y/N wasn’t sure how many rounds had passed. She was tucked between Lucy and Jamie, legs crossed on the rug, an empty seltzer can beside her and her heart somewhere closer to her throat than she wanted to admit.

Across the circle, Lando sat with one knee propped up, spinning the bottle with the same casual confidence he did everything else. Loose hoodie, sun still in his hair, a faint smirk on his lips every time the bottle made someone squirm.

The bottle spun again.

It landed on Lucy, who leaned over and kissed Jamie quickly — I grinned eyeing Lucy who nudged me in the shoulders, hiding a smile of her own.

“Alright, alright, who’s next?” someone called, reaching for the bottle.

“Listen up,” Jamie declared, holding up the empty bottle like it was some ancient relic. “New rule.”

Y/N leaned back on her hands, already suspicious.

“Instead of kissing,” Jamie continued, grinning wide, “whoever the bottle lands on — both of them — have to do a dare. Given by anyone else in the group.”

A chorus of reactions broke out — laughter, groans, nervous oh nooo’s — but no one really objected.

“I don’t like where this is going,” Y/N muttered under her breath.

Lucy elbowed her gently. “You love where this is going.”

Jamie spun the bottle.

It twisted once, twice, three times before slowing, wobbling dramatically — then clicking to a stop.

Right on Lando.

Everyone made a sound. A few whistles. A sarcastic “uh-oh.”

Lando raised his brows. “Cool. Let’s go.”

Jamie grinned. “We’re just getting started.”

He spun it again.

This time, the bottle spun wide and slow, building tension like it knew something no one else did.

And then it stopped.

Y/N.

She was a bit annoyed because she knew jamie would dare them to do something stupid, Jamie had been plotting since the night on the yacht when he asked is y/n ever had a crush on lando, muttering a ‘we’ll see about that’ under his breath with a secret smirk when he thought no one heard him. Y/n heard him. 

A loud “oooooooohhh” filled the room.

Y/N stared down at the bottle like she could flip it with her mind. “This game is rigged.”

“You’re just mad you lost the RNG,” Lando said, his smirk already forming.

Jamie sat up straighter, rubbing his hands together dramatically. “Alright, alright. Dare time.”

Y/N narrowed her eyes. “Jamie.”

She was sure he was about to reveal what he was plotting this very evening.

“Don’t fight it.” jamie replied 

Lando rested one arm on his raised knee, relaxed. “Get on with it then.”

Jamie looked at them, clearly trying to hold back a grin. “Okay. Since there's obviously somethings unresolved going on between you—”

“There is no unresolved anything,” Y/N cut in.

Her eyes flicker up to Lando right when he does the same. She rolled her eyes as she stared at the grin in his face

“Sure.” Jamie waved her off. “I dare you two to go into the pantry or one of the laundry rooms—whatever has a door—and stay in there for 10 minutes. Alone.”

“Doing what?” Lando asked, but he was already grinning.

“That’s up to you,” Jamie replied innocently. “All I ask is that you come out looking a little disheveled.”

Lucy nearly choked on her drink.

Y/N groaned. “Are you serious?”

“Deadly.”

“You’re the worst.”

Being alone in a room with lando is nothing, but when the sole purpose of being in that room is because the people around us could tell there's something going on between us- which something did, then that's a whole other things 

“I’m giving the people what they want,” Jamie said with a shrug.

It happened years ago and i’ve tried my best to pretend it didn’t happen (yes i'm aware that is probably not the best idea) But lando has been reminding me of it every chance he gets 

Lando stood and offered a hand to Y/N, entirely too smug. “After you.”

She looked around the room. Everyone was either laughing or pretending not to be invested.

Y/N grabbed his hand.

“10 minutes,” she said over her shoulder as they walked down the hall.

“Make it 15!” Jamie shouted.

The second they were out of sight from the group, Lando’s arm looped around Y/N’s shoulders.

“Are you excited?” he asked with a grin that stretched too wide.

“Just stop talking,” Y/N muttered, shrugging him off.

“What? It’s gonna be you and me. Locked in a room. Just like old times.”

She flipped him off as they reached the end of the kitchen, and he only laughed.

They turned the corner into the butler’s kitchen, quiet and dim compared to the lively chatter behind them. At the end was the pantry door.

Lando pulled it open, bowing slightly. “After you, my lady.”

Y/N ignored him, stepping inside and flipping on the light

The door clicked shut behind them.

It was narrow and dim, the soft yellow light casting a faint glow over rows of snacks and expensive wine bottles. Through the walls, the bass from the party thumped faintly — muffled and distant.

Y/N leaned back against a shelf, arms crossed. “This is ridiculous.”

Lando propped himself against the opposite counter, just a few feet away. Close enough she could hear the shift of his hoodie when he moved.

“Don’t look at me,” he said with a smirk. “Blame Jamie. I was just trying to enjoy my drink.”

She narrowed her eyes. “Well, you certainly encouraged it.”

“I’m just giving the people what they want,” he said, stretching lazily — which lifted his hoodie just enough to show the waistband of his boxers.

Y/N looked away, trying not to let her face show anything.

Okay. If she was being honest, Lando had always been attractive.But something about the past couple of years had changed him — in a way that was hard not to notice.He’d grown into himself. Lost the boyish edges. His face had sharpened, jaw more defined, a confidence to him now that hadn’t been there before. And the abs definitely didn’t hurt.She’d caught herself looking. A few times.

Nothing she planned to admit — and certainly not to him.

But she had a feeling he knew anyway

She shivered and pulled her thin shirt tighter around her bikini top.

“What do you want us to do now?” she asked, dry.

He pointed at his lips. “I can think of something.”

“Of course you can.” Her tone was flat, but the corners of her mouth twitched.

Without thinking, she reached out and grabbed the drawstring of his hoodie, playing with it.

He let her.

Lando’s smirk deepened. “You don’t want to?”

He moved — hands sliding around her thighs and pulling her toward him.

“Lando—” she tried, but it came out soft. Breathless.

His hands slipped under her shirt, palms warm against her waist.

“Mm?” he murmured, leaning in.

“Stop it,” she whispered. “I’m your best friend.”

He laughed lowly. Not mocking — just amused.

He tugged her in closer by the waist, her hand pressing against his chest instinctively for balance. Then his lips brushed her ear as he spoke:

“That didn’t stop us last time.”

She froze.

And then he kissed just below her ear. Then her neck. And then peppered open mouth kisses up the curve of her throat, finishing at the edge of her jaw. When he got there, he sucked gently on her skin, pulling a quiet breath from her lips.

Her hands clenched the front of his hoodie.

He pulled back slightly, his gaze dropping to her face. She was frowning — or trying to. It looked more like a pout.

“That’s not fair,” she breathed, trying to sound mad.

“What’s not?” he asked, a smirk tugging at his mouth as he backed her into the shelves behind her.

“You can’t just—” she shoved at his chest, but he didn’t move. “You can't just touch me like that.”

He held her gaze. “Want me to stop?”

She froze. He said it so fast. He looked so smug. So… so very hot, standing there, licking his lips. Her eyes dropped, involuntarily, to his mouth — glossy and infuriating.

“Didn’t think so,” he said.

Then he dipped down again, He trailed kisses across her collarbone, quicker this time. His fingers slipped to her shoulders, pushing her shirt back — revealing the thin straps of her bikini. Barely holding anything in.

One hand cupped her back, pulling her in. Her chest pressed into his face.

Then, suddenly — his mouth latched onto her skin just above her bikini top.

She gasped, hand threading through his curls. He bit gently, then sucked until a red mark bloomed against her skin.

“Lando,” she hissed but it sounded more like a whimper.

He just hummed against her skin.

She let out a soft gasp as his teeth grazed the top of her breast, just above the bikini. Not too hard — but hard enough to make her gasp.

He pulled back, lips wet.

“You’re so fucking annoying,” she said, cheeks flushed, brows furrowed.

He smirked, meeting her eyes as he turned toward the door.

“Time’s up,” he said, casually adjusting his hoodie. “You might wanna button up.”

Y/N lingered for a few extra seconds after the pantry door clicked shut behind Lando.

Her chest still rose and fell too quickly. Her skin was warm, her shirt crooked, and her thoughts louder than they had any right to be. She ran her hands through her hair, buttoned the linen shirt just enough to look halfway decent, and took one last deep breath.

When she stepped out into the butler’s kitchen, Lando was already ahead — halfway down the hallway, 

Y/N rolled her eyes, picked up her pace, and caught up to him with a quiet but firm, “Lando.”

He stopped and glanced over his shoulder. “Couldn’t get enough, huh?”

“Shut up.” She reached out and grabbed his arm, pulling him to a stop. “I don't want to walk out there by myself”

He shrugged, turning to face her. “I thought you would want me to leave since that's what you usually do”

She gave him a flat look. “You’re such an ass.”

She knew he was just saying that to be annoying since, yes she did leave after they had sex before.

“Yeah, yeah,” he said, grinning. “It builds character.”

Y/N’s eyes narrowed, but instead of snapping back, she just looked at him. Then 

“Can you see it?” She asked gesturing to her chest

Lando gave her a once-over, hands tucked in his pockets “Yes, but only because i know it’s there”

She looks at him, unamused. “ Are you being serious or are you joking with me?”  

He cracked a smile “No, I can’t see it, just keep your shirt right where it is now”

“Thanks” She says and pulls the shirt a little higher “ I can’t let anyone see this” She narrows her eyes at him

Lando looks at her amused “Hide it all you want, but i’ll know”

She shakes her head “You are so childish” 

But she can help the laugh that escaped her and he joins her

“Fix your hair,” she muttered, reaching up to nudge it. “You look like you got electrocuted.”

He tilted his head down to her, the grin still tugging at his mouth. “Bold of you to talk, considering you’re the one who did this.”

“Me?” she said, eyebrows lifting. “You're the one who kept putting your head in my—whatever.”

“Oh, we’re censoring now?” he teased, stepping just a little closer. “Cute.”

She gave him a halfhearted shove and tried not to smile. “You’re impossible.”

“You keep saying that,” he said, brushing a hand through his curls — only making them worse.

Y/N laughed quietly and rolled her eyes, her tone losing its edge. “You’re also walking in front of me. I need at least ten seconds before people see me.”

Lando gave a mock bow. “Your wish is my command.”

They walked the last few steps side by side, arms brushing. Not on purpose — but not on accident either.

When they stepped back into the kitchen, the music had shifted, and most of the group had relocated to the sunken living room. Laughter and movie previews echoed softly in the background.

Y/N and Lando didn’t say anything as they rejoined the others. But when someone looked up, Lando raised a brow and shot a lazy smirk in Y/N’s direction.

She didn’t return it — not exactly. But her lips twitched like she was trying not to.

And they both knew she wasn’t trying that hard.

 She walked up,Lando was shortly behind her.

Jamie spotted her first. His grin was immediate. “Fif-teen whole minutes,” he sing-songed. “We didn’t actually think you two would do it.”

Y/N rolled her eyes and sank back into the couch beside Lucy. “Do what?”

Jamie raised his brows dramatically. “I don’t know, but you were gone long enough to write a novella.”

Sophie, curled up on the couch next to Jamie, leaned forward. “So?” she asked, curious. “What were you guys doing in there?”

Y/N blinked once, then shrugged like it was nothing. “Talking.”

Lucy looked at her sideways. “Must’ve been a really deep conversation.”

Y/N just smiled. “You’d be surprised.”

“Camille missed everything,” Sophie said, turning to glance over her shoulder. “She passed out for like two hours.”

Y/N just hummed. “Tough luck.”

And then, like fate had a cruel sense of timing, Camille entered from the kitchen with a drink in hand, her long legs folded into a pair of denim shorts. She scanned the room — and when her eyes landed on Lando, who was now walking in behind Y/N, her voice lifted like a bell.

“Lando,” she said sweetly, patting the couch cushion beside her, “come sit with me.”

Y/n  just looked straight ahead at the TV as Lando — expression unreadable — walked over and sat beside Camille without a word.

The couch dipped under his weight. Camille tucked her legs beneath her and leaned into his side like it was muscle memory.

Y/N tilted her head, eyes still fixed on the glowing Netflix home screen. 

Instead, she reached for the remote from the coffee table. “Can we please pick something before Jamie suggests ‘Love Island’ again?”

“Bold of you to assume I wasn’t already queuing it up,” Jamie muttered, reaching for a chip.

Jamie made them watch 6 whole seasons back to back one time. And yes, they  had found it to be very entertaining but at the same time she didn’t think anyone wanted to watch people making up, borderline having sex on the tv screen right now.

Especially not Y/n, Not after the lingering tingly feeling from before

she finally leaned back into the cushions, casually tugging the collar of her shirt up a bit higher, she could feel the faint sting from the hickey blooming beneath the linen.

They finally settled on a scary movie — something with eerie silence and jump scares spaced out just enough to make everyone flinch in the dark.

The lights had been dimmed. Only the blue flicker of the TV lit the room. A bowl of popcorn made its way around the circle. Someone cracked open a Beer. Every so often, someone would gasp or laugh or groan dramatically when the music built to a sudden climax.

Y/N stayed curled up beside Lucy, her legs pulled close, blanket draped over her lap. Her face was calm, expression easy — but she wasn’t watching the screen.

Not really,even if she wanted to know who had been possessed and was killing everyone.

She could feel Lando glancing at her.

It wasn’t constant. He wasn’t obvious. But she knew,it was like someone was pointing a laser at the side of her head and it started to burn after a while.She was pretending she didn’t notice.

When there was a jumpscare she was glancing at him, he was already looking at her, smirking in full view. And she would raise a brow at him, questioning what the actual fuck he wanted.Then like nothing happened she would return her focus to the screen.

Camille, meanwhile, had no such subtlety. She’d tucked herself against Lando’s side, knees pressed to his thigh, hand resting lightly on his chest.

She was louder than anyone when something jumped out on-screen. Made a little dramatic gasp and pressed closer to him. She kept playing with the edge of his sleeve, tugging at the loose threads or brushing imaginary lint from his shoulder.

Lando let her.

He didn’t pull away.

He let her head fall on his shoulder during one of the longer scenes. At one point, his fingers even grazed her knee — just a light, absentminded touch. Nothing intense.

But enough.

Y/N turned to look by the windows, noticing that the sky was getting darker. She had to look away to keep herself from laughing at the absurdity. 

She reached for a handful of popcorn and popped one in her mouth,

She didn’t give him the satisfaction of looking back. If Lando's plan was to confuse her then it had definitely worked.

Next

[lolasworlds]

To Old Friends

Two friends that meet again after five years and a night mindless sex continue reading to find out what happens next

Warnings🧉 Slight teasing

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Chapter three

The sun was already high when the yacht pulled away from the port, cutting through the turquoise water like a knife through glass. 

Y/N stood at the bow, arms stretched out slightly as the breeze tangled through her hair. Behind her, someone opened a bottle of champagne with a loud pop.

“Hey,” came Lando’s voice behind her. “You know this isn’t Titanic, right?”

She didn’t turn. “I’m literally not even doing the pose.”

“You were thinking about doing the pose.”

“Can you be any more annoying?” she say sarcastically 

He walked up beside her, sunglasses on, hoodie flapping slightly in the wind. “I’m just saying — if you fall in, I’m not jumping in after you.”

She turned to him, hand shielding her eyes. “You’d trip over your own ego before you made it to the edge.”

He grinned. “You always have something nice to say.”

The rest of the group was scattered — parents lounging with drinks, Lucy and a few others sunbathing or taking photos. It wasn’t wild, just warm and lazy and good.

“So,” Lando said after a beat, “are you gonna DJ, or am I?”

“Oh, no. Absolutely not. Last time you played music, it was a 2014 remix of ‘Turn Down For What’ and something that sounded like an EDM goat screaming.”

He blinked. “That’s culture.”

“It’s a cry for help.”

But she followed him anyway toward the shaded lounge deck, where a Bluetooth speaker sat on the table, already paired to someone’s phone.

She grabbed it before he could. “I’m saving everyone’s ears.”

“Please,” he said, flopping into the sun-drenched cushions. “Your music taste is just as ass as mine.”

She tapped the screen. “And yet, somehow, still better than whatever you think is ‘vibey.’”

Soon, the soft sound of a summery playlist filled the air — easy, mellow, warm.

“See?” she said, sinking into the cushions beside him, sipping from a can of sparkling water. “This is yacht music.”

He closed his eyes and tipped his head back toward the sun. “Are you ever planning on moving back to Monaco?”

Y/N stretched her legs out in front of her, leaning back on her hands. “There’s nothing for me here.”

“You have me,” he said, shifting to sit directly in front of her.

She rolled her eyes but couldn’t help the small smile that tugged at her lips. “You’re so dramatic.”

“What? Am I not enough for you?” he asked, mock-offended, tossing in a bit of sass for good measure.

“Lando,” she said, laughing under her breath, “my job is in the States. What exactly would I do here? Where would I make money?”

“Me,” he said without missing a beat.

She shoved his shoulder lightly. “Oh my God, stop.”

But she was laughing now — at his absurdity, at how completely unserious he was.

“Hand me the sunscreen,” she added, shaking her head.

Lando reached behind him and passed it over. “I’m being completely serious, by the way. Just think of me as your personal sugar daddy.”

They both laughed.

“Aren’t you a little young to be a sugar daddy, dummy?” she said, squirting sunscreen into her palms and starting to rub it into her legs.

“Age doesn’t matter when you’re a millionaire.”

“Oh, right. I almost forgot.” Y/N said dryly. “Your majesty.”

Lando grinned wide, looking entirely too pleased with himself.

—------

After hours of sun, laughter, and music, most of the group had moved below deck or toward the back of the yacht where drinks and snacks had been set up. The energy had shifted — quieter, looser, the kind of lazy calm that came after too much heat and too many conversations.

Y/N finally found a moment alone.

She stretched out on a padded sunbed near the front of the boat, shaded just enough by the sail to avoid burning. Her sunglasses slipped lower on her nose, a half-finished book open across her stomach. The sea lapped gently below. Everything was still.

No one was bothering her. Not her mom. Not Lucy. And — thank god — not Lando.

She hadn’t even realized how much space he took up until he wasn’t there, cracking some half-dumb joke or elbowing her in the ribs or showing her videos she didn’t ask to see.

She exhaled.

Finally,

Just water, wind, and silence.

She closed her eyes.

The sun had started to set by the time the energy on the boat picked up again. Someone turned the music up, the drinks were flowing again, and someone — probably Lucy — announced a spontaneous "hatch party" as everyone started making their way inside the main cabin where the bar and lights had been set up.

It was less of a party and more of a glorified hangout, but the lights were low, the music was louder, and people were dancing, swaying with drinks in hand like they had nowhere else in the world to be.

Y/N wandered in with damp hair, wearing a sheer cover up dress over her bikini and a fresh drink in her hand. She hovered near the back, near Lucy, just watching..

She spotted Lando across the room — leaning against the bar, laughing, one arm draped casually behind a girl. Her back was to them, so Y/N couldn’t see who it was.

She tilted her head slightly, curious.

Leaning toward Lucy, she asked, “Who’s that?”

Lucy followed her gaze. “The girl with Lando?”

Y/N nodded. “Mm-hmm.”

“Oh. Camille, I think? She was here earlier — you didn’t see her?”

Y/N shook her head and took another sip from her drink.

Lucy’s expression shifted, eyes widening just a little. “Did you know they got back together? Not long after you left, actually.”

“Oh, really.” Y/N’s tone was neutral. “Are they—”

“Still together? No,” Lucy replied, pulling her sheer cover-up back over her shoulders. “But I think she still likes him.”

Y/N hummed quietly. Camille was always the clingy type.Well. As long as he’s not bothering me.

Before the conversation could go any further, one of Lucy’s friends popped up beside them. “You guys wanna play a game?”

“Sure, what about you?” Y/N asked, glancing at Lucy.

“Hell yeah, what are we playing?” Lucy said, already standing. She grabbed her half-finished drink and looked around the dimly lit cabin. “Let’s go outside where it’s quiet.”

A few of them murmured agreement, gathering phones and glasses as they made their way up the narrow stairs toward the upper deck. The late-night air was cooler now, soft with the scent of salt and wind. The stars above were scattered wide and sharp, the kind of sky you only got this far from the city.

Someone grabbed a pack of cards. Someone else opened Spotify on their phone. The mood shifted — still lively, but looser now, like the edge had worn off the buzz.

Y/N sat cross-legged on a cushioned bench, stretching her arms overhead with a quiet sigh.

“Truth or dare,” Lucy announced, holding up the cards. “Card edition. If you skip, you drink. No complaining.”

Everyone groaned, but no one objected.

The questions started harmless — celebrity crushes, last Google searches, most embarrassing moments.

Then one of Lucy’s friends — a girl named Zoë with perfect beachy hair and a mischievous smile — pulled a card and turned to the friend beside her.

“Okay, Sophie. Who on this boat would you hook up with?”

Sophie covered her face. “No, no, no—”

“You have to answer!”

Sophie peeked through her fingers, already red. “Ugh. Fine. Lando, probably.”

A few people laughed.

“Of course,” Zoë teased. “I bet you were imagining how it would feel to have your hands on his hard-.”

“Ew!” Lucy and Y/n said at the same time

“Let’s not forget that he’s my brother!” Lucy say exaggerating the word brother 

“What? I was gonna say abs!” Zoë said laughing 

“Please stop,” Sophie insisted, but she was smiling. “I just think he’s hot, okay? And he’s funny. And chill.”

“If only they knew what he’s really like” Lucy whispered to me 

And we both start laughing 

The next card was passed, but someone else — a guy named Jamie — leaned over toward Y/N with a grin. “What about you, Y/N? You’ve known him forever. Did you ever think Lando was attractive?”

The laughter pauses  just slightly.

Y/N looked up, surprised by the directness. 

She shrugged, keeping her expression neutral. “He is attractive. I’m not blind.”

“Have you ever had a crush on him?” Sophie added, eyes wide with curiosity now.

Y/N gave a short laugh. “No. We were basically siblings growing up.” 

And yet that didn’t stop us from hooking. I thought as I practically lie to her face

Zoë raised an eyebrow. “That doesn’t mean anything . People grow up. People get hotter.”

Y/N raised her glass to her lips with a laugh trying to get  the conversation to move to something else 

“Guys trust me my brother is the complete opposite of y/ns type”

A couple of them laughed, the mood bouncing back easily. No one pressed her further.

But as the next card was pulled and someone dared Jamie to do a handstand, everyone started refilling their drinks and dancing, the music drifting a little louder with the breeze.

Y/N stayed leaned back into the cushion, half-listening to the chaos, letting the soft air settle around her. The stars above were clearer now, and the sea stretched out black and endless on all sides. She didn’t feel like getting up. She didn’t feel like laughing.

Not in a bad way — she just felt still. Present. The kind of quiet that felt earned after a long day.

She didn’t even notice the sliding door open behind her until she heard footsteps approaching. 

Lando dropped into the empty cushion beside her, his drink in hand, wearing the same faded hoodie from earlier, now a little salt-stiff and loose around the sleeves.

He didn’t say anything right away. Just glanced over at her with a tired smile. “Hiding?”

She didn’t look at him. Just smirked. “Resting.”

He nodded, leaning slightly into her. “Smart.”

Y/N rested her head on his shoulder, staring down at the nearly empty glass in her hand. “Mhm.”

There was a pause.

“I should’ve told you Camille would be here,” he said quietly.

She didn’t move. “You didn’t need to.”

Her eyes stayed on the last bits of ice melting in her drink, swirling slowly like the rest of her thoughts.

Lando shifted beside her so she could see his face. 

Y/N just shrugged. “What?”

He gave her a look. That look — the one that said you know exactly what I mean.

She sighed. “She’s your ex, not mine. If anything you should be the one not wanting her here.”

Ok maybe she’s  a little bitter but the words slipped out before she had time to filter them. 

Camille had never liked her. That was just the truth. She always made a point of letting Y/N know how much closer she was to Lando — As if I gave a damn. 

Like the time Y/N ate shrimp on the beach and Camille had said, sweet as syrup, “I stopped eating seafood ages ago — Lando can’t stand it, you know.”

As if that was something to flex about.

Congrats, Y/N had wanted to say. You gave up prawns for a boy. That’s not a personality trait.”

But she’d let it go. Like she always did.

“I stopped entertaining her a long time ago,” Y/N added, brushing her thumb around the rim of her glass.

Lando leaned in again, elbow brushing hers.

“Are you jealous?” he asked, poking her thigh lightly with two fingers, teasing.

“Yes, I’m jealous that you’re here annoying me now instead of her”

He laughs shoving my shoulders

“That’s assuming that’s what we were doing,” Lando said, voice teasing.

“Then what were you doing?” I asked.

He gave me that smug little grin. “Why do you care?”

I knew I shouldn’t have asked. I could already feel myself regretting it.

“I don’t,” I said.“I was just trying to give a damn.”

I stood, tugging the hem of my dress down where it had ridden up from sitting too long. The motion gave me an excuse not to look at him.

I turned to leave, but his hand wrapped around my wrist before I could take a step.

“We didn’t do anything,” he said, eyes meeting mine, steady and serious now.

I froze.

And for a second, I just stared at him, unsure what I was supposed to say to that — unsure if I even wanted to say anything at all

—---------------

The next morning the  sun shimmered across the surface of the sea, soft waves rocking the anchored yacht like it had nowhere else to be. From her spot on the upper deck, Y/N could see everything — the horizon, the coast, and most of the chaos unfolding below.

She was tucked in the shade, legs folded beneath her, sunglasses halfway down her nose. She hadn’t moved in twenty minutes.

It was peaceful.

Until Lucy flopped down beside her with a sigh. “Knew I’d find you up here.”

Y/N didn’t look over. “How?”

“You disappear like it’s your job,” Lucy said, passing her a cold can of lemon soda. “It’s basically your brand.”

“Thanks.” Y/N cracked it open, the fizz hissing faintly in the warm air.

They sat there quietly, soaking in the breeze and the distance from everyone else. Somewhere below, someone played music from a phone speaker — a chill playlist, nothing too upbeat. The others were probably gathered around the back deck again, still half-recovering from the night before.

Y/N took a slow sip. “Have you eaten yet?”

“Half a banana and a leftover piece of baguette,” Lucy said. “You?”

“Does soda count?”

Lucy smiled and leaned her head back. “This is the most relaxed I’ve been all weekend.”

And it was — until a burst of laughter rose from below, drawing both of their attention.

Y/N glanced over the railing and spotted Lando standing near the back table — braced against it with one arm, the other hand resting comfortably on Camille’s leg who stood in front of him, her hands rested on his shoulders. She tilted her head to say something, and he leaned in, his face close to hers, wearing an easy, effortless grin.

Y/N Scoffed.

Then laughed under her breath

And muttered, just loud enough for Lucy to hear, “Didn’t do anything my ass.”

Lucy snorted immediately, covering her mouth. “You’re awful.”

They both went quiet again, watching for a second longer — Then Y/N turned to lucy.

“I give it an hour before she’s sitting in his lap,” Lucy said mischievously .

“Thirty minutes,” Y/n  countered. “Ten if someone starts pouring tequila.”

Lucy  grins. “Whoevers right gets the biggest room at the resort.”

“Bet” Y/n  says fist bumbling in agreement 

They continued staring of the two until

Lucy nudged Y/N with her foot. “Okay, but… the water looks really good right now.”

Y/N shifted to glance over the railing again — past the lounging bodies and scattered sunglasses, past Camille and her not-so-subtle flirting — to the sea beyond.

It did look good.

Clear and blue and weightless.

“Kind of rude how inviting it is,” Y/N said, finishing the last of her drink and setting the can down beside her.

Lucy stood and stretched. “Come on. Let’s go in before everyone else.”

Y/N pushed herself up too. “Absolutely”

“We’ll have the ocean all to ourselves,” Lucy said as they started down the stairs to the lower deck. “And plus...Swimming is the only thing between me and heatstroke.”

As soon as they reached the back of the boat, the sun hit them harder — bouncing off the water, warming every inch of exposed skin. Y/N was still mid-step, kicking off her sandals, when she heard fast footsteps coming up behind them.

Too late.

Jamie’s voice shouted gleefully: “Incoming!”

Before either of them could react, arms wrapped around both their waists and splash — they were airborne.

The water hit cold and sharp, but in the best possible way.

Y/N came up gasping, hair slicked to her face, laughing despite herself. Lucy surfaced beside her with a yell.

“Jamie! Are you serious?!”

Jamie popped up grinning, arms spread wide like he’d just pulled off a magic trick. “It was too easy. You were standing there like bait.”

Y/N wiped the water from her eyes, smiling as she caught her breath. “You’re lucky I didn’t hit my leg on the deck.”

“You’re lucky I didn’t drop my earrings,” Lucy added, flipping her wet hair over one shoulder dramatically.

“You’re lucky you needed cooling off,” Jamie said, and then took off swimming backwards like a smug little sea goblin.

Lucy  and her swam to one of the floaties “what time is it?” lucy asks as we not so subtly stare at lando and camille 

“10 on the dot!” Y/n says giggling after waiting for the time to turn from 9:59 to 10:00

“Ok lets see who wins” Lucy says and slashes away, y/n following after

Y/N floated on her back, letting the water rock her, sunlight flickering through her lashes. It was cold, but not too cold. Her limbs felt light. 

The water had started to feel warmer now — the kind of warm that meant it was time to get out. Her fingers were pruned, and the sun had crept higher in the sky, heating the boat’s deck with a soft, dry shimmer.

It had been barely 20 minutes after they got in the water and camille was already sitting next to lando with her legs over his left leg

“Hah!” I yelled after checking the time

“Ok i’ll give it to you this time, only because i haven’t seen you in years” Lucy had said dramatically 

Then they continued swimming around. It’s now been about another hour and Camille has left a while ago.

Y/N gave Lucy a look and nodded toward the boat. “I’m getting out.”

“Tell Jamie if he cannonballs again, I’m feeding him to the sea,” Lucy called back.

Y/N laughed, already swimming toward the back ladder.

She climbed out slowly, feeling the sun hit her skin in that sudden, welcome way. The white linen shirt she had on when Jamie threw them in the water clung to her skin like glue,she pulled  it away and padded across the deck barefoot, water still dripping from her legs.

Lando, now alone on the upper bench seat, a towel around his neck and sunglasses low on his nose. Everyone else had either gone inside or stayed in the water. It was just him, sitting in the shade like he’d been there the whole time — elbows resting on his knees, drink forgotten at his side.

She walked over casually, footsteps soft against the teak boards.

“You didn’t come in,” she said, her voice light.

He looked up, and something flickered behind his eyes before he smiled. “Someone had to hold the boat together.”

She gave a short laugh. “Right. Would’ve fallen apart without your moral support.”

“Exactly,” he said, reaching for something beside him. He tossed a fresh towel her way. “You’re dripping all over the nice wood.”

She caught it, half amused. “Wow. Chivalry’s not dead.”

“Just waterlogged.”

Y/N unfolded the towel and ran it over her shoulders and arms, soaking up what the sun hadn’t already started to dry. The linen shirt was still damp and heavy against her skin, clinging stubbornly as she reached for the buttons.

She worked at them slowly — the fabric sticking here and there, frustratingly difficult to peel off.

Lando watched her, and she caught him once through the corner of her eye.

“Seriously, though,” she said, not looking up. “Why didn’t you come in?”

He shrugged. “Didn’t feel like being social.”

Y/N raised a brow but didn’t push. She finally slipped the shirt off and tossed it over the railing, standing there in her swimsuit as she dried off the rest of her arms. Then she wrapped the towel loosely around her shoulders

“That’s not what it looked like earlier,” she said casually, giving him a sidelong glance.

“That wasn’t—” he started, rubbing the back of his neck. “That was just…”

She kicked his foot lightly. “Move.”

He shifted over, and she dropped beside him onto the cushions.

“So,” she said, wringing out the ends of her wet hair, “are you guys getting back together or what?”

“She wants to,” Lando admitted, eyes forward.

“Is that what you’ve been thinking about all morning?”

He gave another shrug, not confirming or denying.

After a beat of silence Lando turns to her“You and Lucy  weren’t exactly being subtle,  I saw you guys staring, What were you and Lucy whispering about?” he smirks looking straight at her 

She blinked, feigning innocence. “Us? Whispering? Never.”

“Come on,” he said, clearly amused. “You two were being sneaky. You  guys kept glancing over thinking I wouldn't notice. What was it?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” she said with a tight smile, trying to slide off the bench.

But Lando reached out and grabbed her wrist, grinning. “Not a chance. Spill.”

Y/N groaned. “Fine. We made a bet.”

That caught his attention. “What kind of bet?”

She looked away, biting the inside of her cheek. “It’s… too embarrassing.” she admits, groaning 

“Oh, come on.” He leaned closer, dramatic. “I’m your best friend. How embarrassing can it be?”

Very embarrassing, she thought.

She hesitated, then sighed. “Okay, okay. We made a bet to see how—”

And right when she’s about to spill, his grip on her wrist loosened just enough.

She yanked free and bolted.

“Sorry, Lando!” she called over her shoulder, sprinting across the deck toward the main cabin, towel flying behind her. “It’s too embarrassing!”

She heard his laugh chasing her through the doorway.

“Y/N—!” he called. “You can’t do that! I’m gonna figure it out!”

Next

[lolasworlds]

To Old Friends

Two friends that meet again after five years and a night mindless sex continue reading to find out what happens next

Warnings🍹 slight teasing

Chapter Two

Gordes came alive at night.

The town glowed under string lights and lanterns, its narrow cobblestone streets humming with tourists, clinking silverware, and music from tucked-away wine bars. The group had taken up a long table at a rustic bistro on the edge of the village, overlooking the cliffs.

Everyone was in good spirits. Lucy had already taken a hundred photos. Their moms were tipsy and talking about planning a spa day. Y/N was doing her best to enjoy the night without making eye contact with the person sitting far too comfortably beside her.

Lando.

Of course he’d slid into the seat next to hers. Of course he was sitting close enough that their elbows kept brushing. He was already on his second cocktail and still riding the smug high of their earlier conversation in the garden.

And worse?

She knew he wasn’t going to behave.

He leaned over during the second round of tapas. “Want the last chorizo?”

“No thanks,” Y/N said.

He raised a brow. “Weird. You didn’t say no to meat last time.”

She froze.

Fork mid-air.

Her mom was mid-sentence. Lucy was looking at something on her phone.

No one heard it.

But Y/N heard it.

Her head turned slowly. “You’re actually the worst person alive.”

Lando just popped the chorizo in his mouth with a grin. “Good thing you’ve got excellent taste.”

She drained half her glass of sangria in one go.

By the time dessert arrived, Lando had toned it down, and Y/N was comfortably ignoring him. The group was deciding whether to walk or drive home when someone suggested a nightcap back at the villa. Y/N was two drinks past making responsible decisions, so she went along without protest.

Back at the villa, the parents peeled off early — too much wine, too much sun. Lucy disappeared upstairs to FaceTime someone, and just like that, Y/N found herself alone in the kitchen again.

Not alone for long.

Lando strolled in barefoot, two glasses in hand.

“I found the tequila,” he said.

Y/N didn’t move from where she sat on the counter. “Is this your thing now? Appearing every time I’m alone?”

“I think it’s our thing,” he said, handing her a glass. “You ditch, I follow. You deny, I remind. It’s a rhythm.”

She took the tequila, eyed it, and then downed it in one smooth go.

He blinked. “Okay, damn.”

“I figured it’d make you less annoying,” she said, setting the glass down.

“Nope,” he replied, pouring another shot. “Permanent condition.”

She hopped off the counter and moved toward the doorway.

But before she could get past him, Lando stepped in front of her.

She stopped short.

He didn’t touch her—but he planted one hand on the counter beside her hip, and then the other. Not aggressive. Just there. Leaning in, caging her in with casual, maddening confidence.

Y/N tilted her chin up slowly, meeting his eyes. “Seriously?”

He smirked, voice low. “Just checking to see if you flinch.”

She didn’t move. “I don’t.”

“Sure about that?”

Her pulse thudded a little harder than she wanted to admit. But she held her ground.

“You’re not nearly as intimidating as you think you are, Norris.”

“No,” he said, gaze dipping just briefly to her mouth, “but I’m a lot more entertaining.”

They stood like that for a moment. Close. Charged. Eyes locked.

A beat too long.

Then she pushed lightly at his chest—not with force, just enough.

He stepped back, grinning.

“I’m going to bed,” she said, brushing past him.

“You sure? No disappearing act before sunrise?”

She paused in the doorway, not looking back. “No need. It’s not like I woke up regretting anything.”

He grinned. “Good. Neither did I. I’ve had worse nights.”

She smirked. “I’ve had better.”

He raised his glass. “Touché.”

And with that, she walked out—unshaken on the outside.

But her skin was buzzing where he’d been close. Too close.

Lando leaned against the counter alone, sipping his tequila and smiling to himself.

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The midday heat had turned the villa’s stone walls into a sun trap. The pool shimmered like glass in the sunlight, the air thick with the scent of sunscreen, citrus, and summer. Everyone had migrated outside — half-sunk in lounge chairs, music humming low from someone’s speaker, sunglasses shielding lazy eyes.

Y/N sat at the edge of the pool, legs in the water, a lemon soda balanced on her thigh. Her hair was damp, her shoulders sticky with SPF, and for the first time since arriving, she felt something close to calm.

“Move,” Lando said behind her.

She looked over her shoulder. “What?”

He pointed to the exact spot she was sitting. “That’s my dive lane.”

She scoffed. “You don’t have a dive lane.”

“I do now.”

“You haven’t even gotten wet yet.”

He spread his arms dramatically. “It’s called making an entrance.”

“You’re the most high-maintenance person I know.”

“And yet,” he said, stepping back and cannonballing into the water with zero warning, “you missed me.”

Water exploded around her, soaking her towel and nearly knocking the soda from her knee.

Y/N sputtered, standing up and flinging her sunglasses off. “You absolute menace.”

He surfaced, wiping water from his face and grinning. “You were in the splash zone. Consider it a courtesy warning.”

She splashed him in the face. Hard.

“Oh, it’s like that?” he said, already swimming toward her.

“Don’t you dare—”

He grabbed her ankle. She shrieked, laughing, and tried to back away, but he tugged until she lost balance and fell in with a loud, graceless splash.

They surfaced at the same time, both coughing and laughing, water in their noses and ears.

“Child,” she said, shoving his shoulder.

“Coward,” he replied. “What, you scared of getting your hair wet?”

She slicked it back with both hands. “This is a look. You couldn’t pull it off.”

Lando gave her a slow, exaggerated once-over. “Yeah, okay. I’ll give you that.”

They floated side by side for a while, the silence between them easy now. Comfortable. Their friends splashed on the other side of the pool, and the villa loomed golden in the background.

He bumped her with his elbow. “This is better, isn’t it?”

She nodded, without looking at him. “Yeah.”

“No parents hovering. No fancy dinner table. Just… us.”

She smiled, small and real. “Like we’re fourteen again.”

He grinned. “Except I’m more attractive now.”

She snorted. “You peaked at sixteen and never recovered.”

“Ouch.”

Y/N swam to the edge and pulled herself out, grabbing a towel and flopping onto a sun lounger.

Lando followed, dripping everywhere, not caring.

“Remember when we used to bet on who could hold their breath longer?” he asked, grabbing a can of soda from the cooler.

“You always cheated.”

“Strategic use of lungs.”

“You kicked me in the ribs mid-dive once.”

He popped the can open. “And you shoved me into a vending machine in Spain. We’ve all done things.”

She laughed, head resting against the back of the lounger.

For a moment, there was no tension. No memory of Monaco. No unspoken anything.

Just two best friends, slipping back into something they didn’t realize they’d missed.

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[lolasworlds]

To Olds Friend

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Two friends that meet again after five years and a night mindless sex continue reading to find out what happens next

-Lando x fmreader

-slight teasing

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Chapter One

The Provençal countryside in late summer was unapologetically perfect—lavender fields in full bloom, cicadas singing from the olive trees, and a sky so blue it looked fake. The villa sat perched on a sun-soaked hillside, its walls the color of old parchment and its terrace dressed in white linen and wine glasses. It was the kind of place people spent years dreaming of visiting.

But Y/N had no interest in the view.

Not when he would be there.

The invitation had come out of nowhere—her mother, giddy, saying how “the Norris family rented a villa near Gordes! Isn’t that fun? Like old times! Dinner on Saturday, dress nice.”

Old times.

Right.

Old times didn’t include sneaking out of a hotel room in Monaco before sunrise and ghosting your best friend like he was a bad decision in a city full of them.

She hadn’t seen Lando since that night.

Five years.

She would have ignored the invitation. She should have. But then again, running away didn’t work the first time either.

The driveway crunched under her sandals as she stepped out of the car. Laughter and clinking glasses echoed from the terrace. Her mother was already at the table, mid-story with Cisca Norris, animated and flushed from wine and sun.

Y/N drew a deep breath, adjusted the strap of her dress, and walked up the stone path.

And then she saw him.

Lando.

Leaning back in his chair, a glass of white wine in hand, sunglasses tucked into the collar of his linen shirt like a poster boy for effortless charm. His hair was a little longer, his jaw sharper, and the cocky tilt of his smile had only grown worse with age.

He saw her instantly.

And of course, he grinned.

“Well, well,” he said, standing to greet her. “Look who finally decided to show up—and through the front door this time.”

Y/N froze for half a beat. Her mother’s laughter covered the tension like a napkin over a spill.

“Lando,” Y/N said, dry, measured. “Still talking too much?”

He stepped forward, arms open in mock sincerity. “You wound me. After all we’ve been through…”

“Don’t.”

It slipped out faster than she intended—quiet, sharp. His smile twitched like he heard it for what it really was.

Their parents kept chatting, clueless.

He leaned in a little, dropping his voice so only she could hear. “Relax. I’m not gonna tell them you ran out on me after twenty minutes.”

Her eyes flicked up, narrowing. “Twenty? That’s generous.”

“Ouch,” he said, smirking, “you still keeping score?”

“I forgot it happened.”

“No you didn’t.”

She moved past him and took a seat, forcing a calm smile as Cisca poured her wine.

The table buzzed with chatter—vacation plans, old stories, updates about mutual friends. But under the polite conversation, under the warmth and laughter, was that unspoken thing between them. Like a live wire, hidden under linen and wine glasses.

Lando didn’t bring it up again.

Not directly.

But every time she looked up, he was watching her.

To everyone else, they were old friends reunited—comfortable, familiar, easy.

But when the dessert plates were cleared and the conversation shifted to travel and gossip, Lando stood and stretched with a quiet groan.

“I need a break from this table,” he said casually. “Gonna grab another drink. Anyone want?”

A few murmured declines, but then he looked right at her.

“You coming?”

Y/N hesitated. Just a moment too long.

Then she stood. “Sure.”

She followed him through the archway and into the villa, where the air was cooler and the music from the terrace faded into a soft echo. They walked in silence through the kitchen, past the wine rack, and toward the front of the house, where a second patio overlooked the hills.

Lando popped open a second bottle of red and poured himself a lazy glass, glancing over his shoulder when he heard her walk in.

Y/N stopped by the counter, arms folded. “You seriously dragged me in here just for wine?”

He smirked. “Nah. I needed a break from hearing how much Lucy’s dog costs in monthly grooming.”

She snorted, reluctantly. “Fair.”

He poured a second glass and held it out to her. “Don’t worry, I won’t bring it up.”

She raised a brow. “Bring what up?”

He gave her a look. One that said don’t play dumb.

She rolled her eyes and grabbed the glass from his hand.

“I mean,” he said casually, leaning against the counter, “it’s not every day your childhood best friend seduces you and then ghosted you before breakfast.”

She coughed into her wine.

“I did not seduce you,” she said flatly.

“Right,” he said, nodding. “You just happened to climb into my lap in a hotel suite after three glasses of champagne and say—what was it again? Oh, right. ‘Don’t overthink it.’”

She groaned. “Jesus. I should’ve hooked up with your teammate instead.”

“Oof. Cold.” He held a hand to his chest, mock-wounded. “But you didn’t. You chose me. Regrettably.”

“Extremely regrettably.”

He grinned. “Well, I’ll always have the honor of being your worst mistake in Monaco.”

“You’re assuming there was only one.”

“Ouch.”

She took another sip and leaned back against the counter beside him, keeping a healthy two feet of space between them. “Seriously though,” she said, quieter now, “can we not make a thing out of it?”

Lando shrugged. “I’m not making a thing. I’m just having fun.”

She gave him a sidelong glance. “You’re annoying.”

“And you’re predictable,” he said, nudging her foot with his. “The second you saw me tonight, I could see the panic in your face. Like I was gonna tell everyone you jumped me.”

“God, you’re unbearable.”

“But honest.”

They stood in silence for a moment, the kind of silence that would’ve been heavy five years ago—but now it just felt like a joke neither of them really wanted to explain.

She turned to go. “I’m going back out before someone notices we’re gone and starts gossiping.”

He raised his glass. “Go on, then. I’ll just stay here, quietly nursing my trauma.”

She paused in the doorway, smirking. “That’d be a first.”

He watched her leave, shaking his head to himself.

It hadn’t meant anything.

And that’s exactly why it was so much fun to mess with her about it.

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The next morning in Provence was indecently bright.

Y/N had barely touched her croissant. She sat at the outdoor breakfast table in oversized sunglasses, coffee in hand, staring at nothing while Lucy rambled about some art exhibit in Marseille. The air smelled like espresso, wild herbs, and sun-heated stone.

Lando strolled in late, naturally.

Shirt wrinkled. Hair damp from a shower. Smirk already loaded.

“Morning,” he said, sliding into the seat across from her like it had been assigned.

Y/N didn’t look up. “Someone’s finally awake.”

He reached for a croissant. “You sound thrilled to see me.”

“Thrilled isn’t the word.”

“Embarrassed?” he offered, voice too innocent.

Lucy didn’t even look up from her phone. “Are you two fighting already?”

Y/N forced a laugh. “We don’t fight. He just exists.”

Lando bit into the pastry, eyes locked on her over the rim of his coffee cup. “Come on, Y/N. We’ve shared more than insults.”

Her knee hit the underside of the table with a jolt.

Lucy looked up. “You okay?”

“Fine,” Y/N said through gritted teeth, shooting Lando a death glare.

He grinned around another sip of coffee, maddeningly casual.

Later that day, after everyone scattered for naps, swims, and sightseeing, Y/N escaped to the shaded garden at the back of the villa with a book. She hadn’t made it past the second page when she heard footsteps crunch on gravel behind her.

Lando.

Of course.

He flopped into the lounge chair beside hers, stretching like a satisfied cat.

“Don’t you have somewhere else to be?” she asked, flipping a page she hadn’t actually read.

“Nowhere better than here. You’re the most entertaining part of this trip.”

She sighed, closing the book. “Are you seriously still on this?”

“Still? I haven’t started. I’ve been very respectful.”

“Respectful?” she scoffed. “You made a passive-aggressive joke at breakfast.”

He shrugged. “Passive-aggressive is basically love language in this family.”

Y/N gave him a deadpan stare. “You really want to do this?”

He leaned in a little, propping his head on his hand. “Do what?”

“This weird flirty-memory-trolling thing. It was one night. A dumb one. We don’t have to keep circling it.”

“I’m not circling it,” he said. “I’m just saying it’s fun watching you squirm. That’s all.”

“I’m not squirming.”

“You are. You’ve been squirming since I said hi.”

She narrowed her eyes. “It wasn’t even good.”

Lando didn’t miss a beat. “That’s funny, because you literally said—”

She pointed at him. “Finish that sentence and I will push you into the pool.”

His grin widened. “Touchy.”

“Annoying.”

“You know what your problem is?”

“Please,” she groaned, “enlighten me.”

“You’re used to pretending things didn’t happen. But I remember them.”

“Vividly?” she asked, dry.

“Oh yeah,” he said, winking. “Tragically.”

She stood up, grabbing her book, sunglasses back in place. “I’m leaving.”

“Again?”

She paused, looked down at him, and tilted her head. “Just remember, Lando—you were the one who caught feelings for thirty seconds before I ghosted.”

His smile didn’t falter. “Nah. I just had questions. Like, where the hell were my pants?”

She snorted before she could stop herself.

“Bye, Norris.”

He watched her walk away, the grin still on his face.

It meant nothing.But it was still his favorite story.

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