✶࿐I LOVED YOU IN SECRET -LN
about the reading: you're max little sister and usually all his friends respect the unspoken rule of not hitting on you like they usually want to. everyone but lando. he made it his personal job to rile you up and keep you warm. all for a secret he is never ready to face.
cards contained in this reading: lando norris x fem!fewtrell!reader, 6k words, friends with benefits/secret relationship, teasing and lying, smut, handjob m receiving, unprotected p in v, mean lando, reader being called a slut, a lil angsty in the end
a/n: i physically can't write shorter fics atm but it seems like long fics can't let me go either. anyway enjoy, feedbacks are always appreciated 💋🖤
dimmed lights and chatter filled the house with an atmosphere of something thick and unsaid. hot air, mixed alcohol and sweat was in the vibration more than it was necessary in your opinion and even the high pitched laughter of the girl group over there in the packed kitchen started to irritated you.
the song that played irritated you, sitting on this spot on the sofa irritated you and the drink that was too bitter for your liking irritated you just as well. pietra knew how much you hated bitter drinks. max knew how much you hated parties and lando knew how much you hated him just in this moment.
swirling the blue liquid that drew shapes in the plastic cup you tried to avoid his eyes that were shamelessly on you from all the way across the room. it was max's birthday party, of course he would be here too. of course he would sit across the room, listen to max talk like he heard a word he said and flirt with everything that had a pussy. of course he would then look you up and down, like a snake sizing up a prey and then bite his lower lip like he actually wants to take a bite. fucking pathetic.
the blonde he brought along was one that was not foreign to you. she and lando has been filling busy mouths and gossip pages for a while now she was smaller than him, paper white teeth and a picture perfect smile. she looks perfect and absolutely and utterly fake in your eyes. just the convenient candy on his arm and someone else to make jealous. she probably doesn’t even know about you. however she doesn’t seem much bothered that lando seems to flirt with other girls right in front of her.
you’re starring. and lando feels his blood cook so fucking hot for you. it’s that confidence that courses through his veins, up to his brain and his dick. so sure of himself that he knows you’re ready to do about everything only if he asked.
he pulls his phone out in a relaxed manner, not bothering one more look your way. he had already noticed that the group you were sitting with bored you to death. he had noticed the way you would cross one leg over the other, turning slightly away from them, thumb teasing the rim of the red plastic. not that he would care that you looked bored. even if you had fun, he would find a way to bother you.
rat: you look so fine. do you wear this skirt to get my attention?
looking at the text once your phone lights up in your hand, you can feel the irritation spike into the sky the moment you see who it is from. and what it says.
the skirt was a new one. black and shiny, tight and looking so good on you in a perfect fit. you loved how it sparkled in the blue party lights. however, you definitely didn’t wear it to get his stupid attention. if you wore a potato sack he would probably go feral for that too. fucking arrogant ass.
you: don’t flatter yourself asshole… not everything i do is for you
landos lips pull into a small smirk at your snarky remark. god, how he loves to get under your skin. it’s his most favorite thing to do. getting you all riled up so you fight him back a little. make it extra spicy so he has an excuse to put you in your place and show you exactly who is playing the game and who is just the puppet. he pulls all the right string at the right time, not even caring that max is standing right beside him.
max obviously doesn’t know that his best friend fucks his sister on some occasions and that you’re so deep into it, you could probably never recover if lando told you he never wants to see you again. he has always trusted lando, and you of course too. enough that he couldn’t even make out what was going on behind his back. you two bickered, called each other names and thats a day. only that this was exactly the kind of foreplay to get into the mood. for lando, that is.
rat: oh? does that mean most of what you do is?
infuriating. so much, you can’t help but roll your eyes. he’s not just getting under your skin, he’s crawling there at this point. like a fucking parasite just waiting to consume you whole and drain you of all your energy. so why do you let him? good question, only one answer.
the next text comes only a few seconds after he realised you already started to ignore him. lando hates being ignored. by someone else? he doesn’t care. by you? oh thats your way of being petty, he’s sure about it.
rat: your room in 10. i’m horny.
you see the message and get that feeling he is messing with you. he can’t be fucking serious. he’s calling you for a quick session right with max beside him? on his own birthday party? it only takes your brother one curious look into the brits phone to see what you two are up to. not that he would ever find out on his own. max is an obvious person. it took him days to figure out that you broke up with your ex and only because pietra told him why it is you were crying for days. she on the other hand can’t keep her mouth shut, even if her life depended on it. two make a pair.
you: the fuck we will
the answer comes way too late. ten minutes have turned into impatient five on landos clock and he excuses himself from the group. like an innocent gentleman, laughing it off and not giving answers when needed. big questioning eyes from the longing girl besides him follow as he disappears into the hallway and you contemplate if you should feel bad.
you can't just follow him upstairs when his girlfriend is right there. you know he doesn’t care. but maybe you should be the one to do the caring then for both of you. it’s either that or you being tired of giving into him that easily.
it shouldn’t have started at all but it was too fucking easy. too good to let it pass and too nice to forget. it was the evening after the silverstone race and max dragged you along. lando won, one too many drinks and you somehow ended up with him carrying you back to the hotel since your heels were killing your feet.
it was in the way his hand gripped your thigh so he doesn’t drop you, the way his red ralph laurent scent clung to him like an intoxicating cloud. the way that one stray curl would fall shamelessly in his forehead, giving him that somewhat boyish look and it had you running your hand through his hair time by time.
back then, you giggled it off drunkly. you moaned it out the following night and next morning you regretted the shit out of it. you were nowhere to be found and you ignored max texts and nagging answers all day only because guilt was choking you like an invisible hand.
it subsided so quickly it was embarrassing. you could see his texts, feel his hands on you and hear his words in your ear even when he wasn’t there. like a ghost haunting your head. and suddenly lando was everywhere.
you’re letting him wait. on purpose. you don’t even want to go upstairs. but then your body moves on its own. standing up from the sofa with a determination that pietras question stays unanswered in the thick air. but you’re already gone.
your footsteps on the stairs are too loud, your heart beating in anticipation is too eager and your eyes find him too fast, leaning there in the hallway beside your door and looking in his phone nonchalantly.
landos head shoots up once you brush past him, unlocking your door you always keep locked at your bothers parties. you made sure the last time that no one is going to fuck on your bed one more time only because it was empty…
"fuck you…" you mutter, earning a deep chuckle from him thats brushing just the right amount of goosebumps over your skin and ringing in the unsaid rivalry of the moment between want and despise.
the brit closes the door behind you two with a soft click and locking it, watching you let yourself fall on your bed and starring at the ceiling. he knows you. those stubborn eyes avoiding his, preferring the white bedroom lamp over his obvious presence.
legs hanging from the edge, chest rising and falling and your skirt riding up just enough to reveal your upper thigh. lando just watches you with lazy eyes and a hunger he needs to satisfy. slowly walking over to you, you can feel it in his touch he’s a few drinks in. his hands grip you just right. not too much, not too loose when he parts your legs, getting in between them.
"you’re really going to ignore me?" he asks, voice low like even the walls could spill your secrets for you right into your brothers lap. but that warm feel on your cool thighs makes you forget max like a spell. makes you forget that this is a dirty secret meant to be whispered and not yelled like your heart craves to. the heat in his gaze burns them up anyways.
hooking them around his waist, lando comes to lean down to be finally face to face with you. just inches from your face, his lips are physically so close but mentally so far that you fear he just came to play tonight. with all the attention around you wouldn’t even wonder. it wouldn’t be the first time.
you lock your legs around him. but only loosely. he can’t know you crave him this bad. not that you need to say it. you don’t answer at all, but your reaction does it for you. not being able to look away, pupils wide and fixed on him like he’s the answer. like he's the sinner and the saint.
landos fingertips glide over the smooth skin of your legs and teasing the hem of the skirt. he settles them on your hips. grounding, determined, knowing you can’t say no to him. so who is he to deny you?
"look at you… so pretty and so needy for my touch… aren’t you?" landos lips ghost over yours only to watch with satisfaction when yours chase him. arching just enough to pursue the target but not enough to be pathetic. yet.
"fuck no..." it comes out so breathy. so unbelieving he laughs for a short second. the attempt to growl, to appear mad when your legs are already around him. silver necklace dangling provokingly between your boobs in the nice corset top he already fantasized about taking off of you and grabbing onto what’s rightfully his. "you’re just so cocky now because you drank… look for someone else to entertain you. like the blonde you brought along."
lando knew you had a good amount of drinks too. just enough to make you dizzy and your tongue loose. you get so sweetly jealous when there’s alcohol on your tongue. want in your fingertips when they twitch beside your head, craving to touch him. that curl again.
the smirk on his face while never breaking eye contact. he’s calculating you. summing together tonights events so he knows how to respond to you. to your heart. he leans down, pressing a kiss on your collarbone and looking up at you with soft eyes that promise fidelity.
"she’s pr, baby" he murmurs agains your skin, hands sliding down to rest under your thighs now, fingers splaying out to grab more of you.
"pr...?" you repeat unbelieving, more than actually asking and you hate how much the knot in your chest loosens at the confirmation. "does puppy eyes know about this too?"
the asshole laughs like he has a right to find your jokes funny. and you grow more annoyed as if he won’t take care of exactly that later. "yes, pr. she’s just there to make me look good, and i’m there to boost her fame. it’s just a stupid agreement… i’m here with you anyways, aren’t i?"
you huff, this whole story sounding exactly like something lando would do. maybe he takes her out for nice dates too for pr. or kissing her secretly for pr. or fucking her from behind like he fucks you… only for pr of course. what a stupid thing. and fuck it, he loves when you roll your eyes at him. however he’d rather see your eyes roll back.
"are you?" you prompt, meeting his gaze head on. "or would you rather be with her right now…"
he knows you’re being petty. he knows you try to get another reaction out of him. anything else than that cocky arrogant look on his face. the self assured. the one he knows you can’t say no to. pushing your legs up just a little more he brushes his bulge against your core, the fabric of your skirt doing absolutely nothing to hide the weight of it directly against you.
you clench your teeth, but the gasp still seeps through. just because you know exactly what’s hiding underneath his pants. how much it fits you and how stupid it makes you act. you would never admit it though.
"maybe i would…" lando leans in closer, voice lowering to that pussy soaking seductiveness that makes your head spin. "she would be definitely more willing than you are right now."
the glare you give him fills his chest with such pride and satisfaction, you don’t even realise how fast he has you right where he wants you. exactly where he wants you. it’s pointless now to try and attempt that you’re not affected. your skin heating up just enough to show him how much you want this. your lips parted enough and your small breaths like prayers kept in silence. in shame and in disbelief.
"you want me to take you like this tonight?" lando asks, grinding slowly against you like he would when he pushes that delicious length home. the blue of his glance is always on you, tracking every reaction to boost his already big ego.
you choke on a moan, back arching and hips pushing towards him in a restless manner that has him meet you right there, creating a delicious friction that has your beautiful lids flutter close for a moment. you’re a horrible liar.
lando slowly folds your legs to one side, gripping your waist with one hand, the other is keeping your legs closed and he kneels on the bed. he pushes down just enough to make you feel his strength and how easy it is to position you for his liking. "or like this, pretty girl? so i can see your pretty face while i stretch you?"
your hand comes up to wrap around his neck… or better said attempt to wrap around it. landos smirk turns into a toothy one, finding it rather amusing that you’re trying to wrap those short fingers around his thick trained neck. him and his fucking muscular neck… but really, you’re just trying to ground yourself. ground yourself in a ship that is sinking faster than the titanic has.
"lando…" its thin, meant to be a threat but comes out soft and powerless. a small groan is audible in the back of his throat, his cock painfully hard against the fabric of his pants. he shoves it against you in greedy attempts, dry humping you right on the spot while enjoying how fast you submit to his horny ideas.
"or you want me from behind? so i can see that fucking ass bounce?" he offers instead, leaning down to finally capture your lips into a needy kiss. the kiss is a brush, soft and hungry at the same time. reminding you of all the words you want to say but can’t, because he would never understand. "you need this, hm? you need me to fix your attitude… such a good girl, getting all needy for my cock…"
his hum is just a distant memory, lips hovering over yours expectantly just when the moment is interrupted by a knock on the door. you hear your name, but not from landos lips. rather from your amazing, fun and loving brother...
"…they're bringing on the cake… are you in there?"
you huff, your heart beating against landos wandering hand by your corset and you look to the door. it’s locked, lando is that smart, but fucking hell you didn’t ask for this interruption.
"y-yeah… i’ll… i’ll be down in a minute…" you’re trying not to sound breathless, your hands grasping onto landos shirt and pushing him off of you before this can go any further and you’re both being suspected. then, he giggles that stupid laugh when his back hits the bed and you glare at him in a warning to shut the fuck up.
"also? have you seen lando per chance? i can’t find him anywhere in the house…"
you stand up, walking over to the mirror to fix your hair and skirt real quick, trying to make the red tint in your cheeks go away and not let it show how bothered your brothers best friend really got you.
you roll your eyes at the question, trying to ignore landos eyes on you yet again. "no... the fuck would i know? isn’t he your friend? you keep asking me about him like i care…" you answer with a frustration that makes max huff a small laugh. then you hear him shuffle away and back downstairs to his party.
you slowly turn around to lando, who sits up and leans his elbows on his knees. lower lip caught between his teeth and you know he has no desire to go back to the party. his desires are actually in an entirely different place.
"you piss me off so much… i’m so done with you…" you start, and lando lets you talk, following completely unfazed. he knows where this is going. and he also knows exactly in what position you will end up later tonight.
"seriously lando, it is tiring me out…" you push when you see his unfaltering reaction "and the whole thing with max is just…"
"the whole thing with max is what?" he challenges, slowly standing up only to come to an halt right where your skin starts to sizzle from his heat. you would love to pull him on yourself again and let him put you in whatever pose he promised.
"because from where i am standing you were just begging for my cock with your eyes only three minutes ago… so i think you can look at max and lie to him just like you’re lying to me now…“ landos hand wraps around the back of your neck, lips by your ear and your scent in his nose. fucking coconut-vanilla. he should have just taken you on your bed. "so save the tired act, baby… it’s not convincing anymore…"
with that the brit leaves your room, leaving you standing alone with your thoughts and an unanswered ache between your legs. oh how you want to slap him. but even that would turn this motherfucker on. he would tell you how you still want him, how you still ache for his touch and his words and his attention. and the worst about it all is, you couldn’t even deny it. not when he’s right about every single accusation he’s saying.
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the night goes on and to your luck you haven’t seen lando in a hot minute. he’s somewhere out in the garden, or in the kitchen, or maybe sucking his pr girls face in a corner. you don't mind. you try and actually enjoy your brothers birthday party and mingle with some people you didn’t know til now. like that one friend, louis, who came from lyon just to congratulate him and party with him.
it’s all fine until you decide to make a silent escape, but being asked by max to drive lando home so he doesn’t have to walk in the pouring rain. its a riddle to you how a sports car driver would need a ride home but you find out against your will how his girlfriend, who’s name turns out to be magui, left without him to drive pietra home instead, since she wasn’t feeling good. yep, they’re friends too… it’s so nice how life plays against your cards every time.
you feel like the biggest joke driving lando home and you know you only do it because your brother was begging you to. the house, sofa and guest bedrooms are already filled with guests, so your suggestion to make him sleep in the bathroom instead didn’t come across to good with max. he hates when you’re stubborn like this.
even though the ride was silent, the moments after are anything but. when lando asked if you want to come up for one more drink you should have said no. tell him to fuck off and drive home so you can unwind with an episode of how i met your mother and be antisocial for the rest of the week after such a big event. the amount of smiles and fake laughs you gave was too much even for you.
"so... you met louis?" is the first thing lando asks once you peel your sneaker off and follow him into the kitchen. you watch his back work in that white shirt of his, hair disheveled as he pours you a drink, silver bracelet clicking against the crystal glass.
there is a tightness in his voice. one you recognize right from yourself when you have that exact burn deep in the pits on your stomach. that ugly pressed burn that makes one feel testy about the informations that are about to follow. but lando already told you… he’s not jealous, he just hates when you look at others with the same eyes that belong to him. fair or not.
"yeah, he’s nice… he has a nice accent…" oh yeah… the nice french accent. lando can hear it from a mile away. and even though he thought louis was a decent guy until now, he can't stand his guts after this revelation.
"mhm... nice? you like nice guys, baby princess?" lando mutters, walking up to you to cage you in between his arms by the kitchen counter. his hands are on either side of you, eyes unyielding when you are the subject and brain not thinking straight.
you cross your arms, deciding to not give him what he wants tonight. "i never fucking said that…"
lando hums again, counting every freckle, every scar, every curve of your face, that perfect face he knows comes back to him whenever he calls. "good... you better don't… i hate playing nice…"
he says it like it’s a curse. like it’s a disease. like it would actually kill him to be nice to you even for once. hand sneaking its way up your body to grip your jaw, pointer and middle finger tracing the artistic swing of your top lip, then lower lip, then in-between. his jealousy subsides almost instantly when he sees the attitude melt in your eyes away into utter submission once again. but lando has to be honest, he loves this attitude. and he loves to fix it.
"open," it’s a simple word, a simple command. barely audible yet so clear for your ears you can’t physically deny it. you part your lips, letting him slide his long fingers right into your mouth and watching with satisfaction how you tilt your head down so he can push them against your tongue.
"good girl…" he mutters, brushing a strand of hair aside with his free hand like he is not knuckles deep inside your warm wet mouth. you wrap your tongue around him, then your lips, feeling every centimeter when he slides back out, only to gift him with a cocky smirk. "now... isn’t that easier than getting me mad?"
you refuse to roll your eyes at him, nor to argue. you don't do everything for him. except you do. you don't wear the nice skirt to impress him. except you do. you don't flirt with louis to get under his skin. except you do. and lando knows. knows how you operate and why exactly it is your favorite thing to do. he loves your unwavering attention that just belongs to him. every thought that belongs to him and every look that has his name in bold letters in those big heart eyes. the heart eyes beating for him.
he prompts his wet fingers under your chin to pull you into a teasing light kiss, making you hunt his lips to press into him further. lando lets you. loving when you just take what you want and when you crave him because you’re hungry. because he’s a real life predator psychopath. giving you bits and bits only to leave you hungry to starving, leaving yourself no chance then to just take what you want.
lando is quick to pick you up, wrapping your legs around his waist and carrying you to the bedroom. your arms cling to him, hand tugging his curls in an attempt to punish him. all while he allows you to receive the illusion of dominating the kiss. of handling the situation.
once the bedroom door is closed he tosses you on the bed, fingers working on his white shirt and discarding it somewhere on the floor with a soft brush. he flips you over, working on the zipper of the corset and finding out with a fine satisfaction that you’re not wearing a bra underneath.
his fingertips tease the trail of your spine up to brush your hair out of the way, littering small kisses over your shoulder. large hands move around you to cup your tits, thumbs teasing the nipples and eliciting tingles that settle low between your legs.
"why would you keep this from me, hm? you’re my favorite girl…" lando husks against your ear, keeping up his gentle kisses down to your skirt, peeling it down too. your black thong looks delicious on that perfect ass, the lace resting just mischievously enough to make him prying. thumbs tracing the fabric reverently before he grabs two handful of ass immediately.
"how many bitches do you tell they’re your favorite girl…?" you try yourself on a hard tone again. an annoyed one. only to get your point across. but what is your point really when you lie underneath him in only a thong… his favorite color on you.
he chuckles darkly, letting you turn around to face him. propping yourself up on your elbows he leans down, meeting you there. "none... just you. you’re the only one i think about like this. the only pussy i wanna fuck…"
his heart beats right above yours and just in that moment your heart clenches. you believe him, for now. the admission is one you hold onto like a starving dog would to a bone. it’s all you get. these crumbs you treat like a full meal and for the moment it’s enough. after all he is here with you, isn’t he…? you start to believe his words more and more, branding them in your head like they’re actually the truth.
you pull him in for a kiss, and lando is eager to reply. hasty hands working on his zipper, and he helps you take them off along with his boxers. your hand goes there immediately. his leaking, hard and thick cock. so fucking heavy in your hand, so teasing, so delicious. and lando knows in what mood you are tonight. so why not let you play?
"you want something, baby? you want to take something that is yours?"
you look up at the opportunity in his eyes. a silent promise, a dirty secret. hand coming up to shove him on the bed, lando lets you willingly. watching you mount him, hands all over you until they settle on your ass. how you sit there. like a real queen. hand wrapping around his cock that is standing just for your attention. just for your eyes only.
"that’s my girl," he hums approvingly, thrusting up into your hand. "am i yours, baby? is that why you’re jealous? because i’m secretly yours?"
you swallow, hand faltering just a little while you pump his length. thumb rubbing teasing circles on his head, and your adorable eyes are looking for his confirmation. this is how much he has you in a choke hold.
"y-yes..." the answer is a shaky breath, but fuck it he is yours. his name is tattooed on your heart, his voice engraved in your head.
lando groans softly as your hand keeps up the job to work him up, leaking on your fingers while he lies there, looking up at you with hooded eyes and making you believe you’re the only one. "such a good girl, wanting to claim your dick…"
the small smirk stretching on his lips even though his breathing is getting heavier. even though his chest rises and falls with that stupid silver necklace. that stupid clover pedant silver necklace you gifted him for his birthday. and he wears it. undoubtedly every day. he wouldn’t wear it if you didn’t mean at least something more to him, now would he?
"i wanna ride it…." you say then, determined to be different than others, fighting for your boy. "you didn’t offer me that today."
lando pulls you down into another sloppy kiss, working to discard your thong and tossing it aside with your help. "mhm... ride it then… take what’s yours…" his voice is low and commanding, even though he’s letting you lead for now.
positioning yourself over him, lando groans as you slide down onto him, his hands squeezing your hips as he watches you, biting his lip, trying not to move his hips up to meet yours yet. to just fuck into you from underneath. but your wet, warm heat envelopes him so perfectly like you were made for him, makes his own mind spin dangerously. it’s a fact that no one takes him like you do. so effortlessly, so claiming. like you actually never want to let him go.
your moans are soft, echoing in his ear and making him twitch inside you. he too, isn’t exactly immune to you. the way you take control when he allows you to, the way you’re jealous and make him the center of your being like this is all that matters. it makes him harder than he wants to admit. his eyes dark with desire as he watches you ride him slowly, feeling and relishing every ridge and vein of his cock against your sensitive walls.
he starts to guide your hips, tilting them just a little towards him to change the angle. "mhm… baby…" it leaves your lips. breathless and needy, the nickname like a prayer right where it hits him the hardest.
"good hm? look at you, knowing how to ride this dick…" he praises and you melt into it, his thumb finding your clit to tease you, making your hips a little jerky at how fucking good the stimulation feels. how good he knows you. knows how your hips have to be tilted, how to touch you, how to please you. why would you ever want to leave him?
you nod, head fuzzy as your movements falter slowly. trying to pick up the pace but it comes out so messy, a little tired. you feel your thighs ache at the movements. lando realizes and turns you two around, your back on his bed and legs up. he kneels between your legs just like he did in your bedroom, grabbing and positioning you. and the control is all his again.
burying himself deep inside you, a breathy whine leaves your lips. lando leans down lips ghosting over yours in a mage kiss. too little… never enough. you arch your back, and he knows you’re not in for more games tonight. face contorted in pleasure as you feel so so full of him. it’s the exact brainlessness he loves about you. when you get like this. lightheaded because he’s everywhere.
then slowly, lando starts to thrust into you. pulling almost all the way out and pushing back inside. it makes you jolt a little, breath knocking out of your lungs with every powerful push of his hips. "right there, isn’t it? your favorite spot?"
he kneels above you like that, watching your tits bounce and your nails claw into his forearms, hips, stomach, everywhere you are able to grab onto him. leaving marks intentionally just because you know how much he hates being marked up. you did before too. neck and collarbone, an evidence of your hickeys and love bites. because fuck it… he. is. yours. and then it slips out. again.
"tell your pr bitch that you’re not interested in fucking her… never…" the words barely come out, just bits but lando knows exactly what he’s heard. it’s right there and he lets out a chuckle.
"little demanding thing… like you aren’t getting fucking destroyed right now…" his fingers leave red marks on your thighs at this point when he pulls you back onto him greedily. fuck it, he wants to go deeper, he wants to knock you up and make it stick so you stop thinking stupid jealous thoughts about whoever he is seen with at the moment. he will never tell you though… he likes you just like this. pliant and coming back.
"i will tell her…" he grunts, feeling his own orgasm build up rapidly at the sight before him. it’s the only sight he wants. and the only sight he has had ever since the first night you two shared. "i will tell her that i have a perfectly pathetic slut falling apart on my cock whenever i want her too."
you can say confidently that this is your undoing. nails raking down his muscular chest, leaving scratch marks as you moan and whine. tears pricking your eyes at the intensity and you can swear you see stars for the remaining moment. it’s hot and white and tastes like heaven, your own sounds only echoes coming back to you from another realm.
lando might loose his mind over the feel of you. having no other choice then letting go, he buries himself so deep inside you as he cums, spilling himself inside without a second thought. fuck it… you grip him so good his head spins too. his pants are whispered words on your overheated skin, small revelations his mouth can never say. he wouldn’t find the words.
and for a moment you wrap your arms around him when he lets your legs down slowly and nuzzles into you. it’s the only time he craves your affection. the only time he wants to feel more than just in and out and rivalry. the only moment that matters when your hearts beat against each other, talking and making up promises your stupid brains can never keep.
it’s late when lando is fast asleep, arm thrown over his head, the other resting on his abs. he’s lying on his bed, curls clinging stubbornly to his sweat clad forehead while breathing evenly. you lie beside him, cuddling with his blanket instead of him. because the moment he comes to his senses it’s too much. you’re too much, your touch is too much. he needs air. and then you usually accept it. but you can’t tonight. it just doesn’t feel right anymore.
and maybe you should have seen it coming. all games are played, max’s cluelessness used up until nothings left. it was meant to happen just like that. dumb and you get punished after all for this exact misstep. karma, or something like that. your location on, shared with max from the day before your phone lights up on the nightstand beside you. and your stomach clenches with a very very bad feeling.
max: you better have a good explanation why you’re staying at landos tonight.
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