warnings: long read, general smut, unprotected sex ( !!!! you should not do that !!! wrap it up !!!) dirty talk, bad grammar and bad English ( I'm not an English speaker soz) mention of handsome Lando Norris
summary: literally no plot, Lando comes back to the hotel after quali and wants to celebrate his p2 with his girlfriend
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“Babe I’m so sorry I couldn’t postpone the work call” You hissed at the phone, finally jumping on the giant king-size bed of your imperial suite, after a long afternoon of work conferences and video calls.
You've been in smart working all day and you hated when it prevented you from supporting your boyfriend on the track. You were in the amazing Austin for the Austin Grand Prix, with the hot sun of Texas shining outside and you had to be confined in a hotel room answering business calls and talking to clients. You felt guilty and a little frustrated. It was important for you to show him you supported him and be there with him. You hoped he could see it in your heart and understand why you couldn't postpone the call.
You couldn’t complain tho, that was one of the perks of the job: you could have done it easy everywhere, Austin, Tokio, Madagascar…It made it possible for you to follow your F1 boyfriend around the globe anytime you wanted. And that was the best thing you could’ve asked for. Distance relationship was already hard enough, so you were pretty happy you could be by his side in this wonderful journey he was going through.
“Hun, no problem… I already told ya, it was just quali day, the race is tomorrow” You smiled through the phone at his reassurance. You nodded by yourself knowing that there was no reason for you to miss the race and honestly, you wouldn’t dare. It was so exciting and thrilling – but at the same time, super anxiety-inducing – that you wouldn’t have been able to resist without watching it.
“Are you on your way back?” you asked, sitting on the bed with your laptop and your client report waiting to be finished.
“You don’t even ask me how it went?” he laughed and you couldn’t help but bite your tongue
“‘M sorry, you’re right …Just can’t wait to see you” you admitted. “How did it go?”
“I'm on your way, princess… gimme 10 minutes okay? I’ll tell you all about it”
You were well on your way through your client report when Lando appeared through the door with headphones hanging from his neck and a team merchandise polo on. In all his beauty, with what you liked to call “the post-race glistening”. You couldn't help but feel a rush of excitement as he entered the room with his usual grin, making you let out a small laugh as he gave you a wink and a wink back. You couldn't wait to hear what he had to say.
"Hey, how’s my favourite business-woman?" he came in smiling and you immediately felt his gaze burn all over your body, looking a bit surprised.
Truth be told, you were only wearing one of his big oversized t-shirts that were covering you enough to have your ass and legs exposed, and a pair of lace panties that really left nothing to the imagination. You really didn’t do it on purpose but after having to wear a blouse all day for just a video call, you couldn’t wait to get comfy in some baggy clothes. He smiled, his eyes still lingering on your body, and he walked closer.
You felt a heat rising in your body, and your heart started to race when he leaned in and gave you a gentle kiss on the forehead before sitting down next to you.
You closed your eyes at his touch on your skin and you leaned towards him just to exchange a sweet hello kiss.
"All good..." you chuckled slightly keeping your eyes on the screen "...How’s my favorite Formula 1 driver?" you asked.
You already knew the answer, you couldn’t have possibly resisted from checking on the media, but you wanted him to tell you his version of the day and his side of the story. He nodded, scrolling his shoulders a little while walking around the bed to get to the mini fridge in the corner of the room. “Could’ve put it in P1 but P2 is still a great position for tomorrow” he explained, opening a Coca-Cola.
“ Front row? That’s awesome, we should go celebrate tonight!”
“Yeah we should “ he smiled back at you “Anyway, I like your… outfit" he probed you again as he drank and you felt his gaze on you and especially on your legs and ass.
“Yeah?”
“You look hot as hell with my clothes on”
You giggled, shaking your head and continued typing on the computer keyboard. You heard him sigh after the fridge door closed and the mattress sank to the level of your knees under his weight.
“Lemme just finish this report, baby… it’s due tomorrow,” you murmured, eyes squinting behind your glasses, fingers tapping away at your keyboard like you were trying to beat the clock.
Lando didn't answer right away. Instead, he rested his cheek gently… on your ass.
Yes. His full face. On your butt cheek.
You blinked. "Lando..." you warned, trying to sound stern.
But all that came out was a breathy laugh as his arms snaked around your waist, hugging your lower half like it was his favorite pillow. Which, let’s face it—he’d once called it that during a post-sex nap.
“Shhh,” he mumbled into your skin, voice muffled, “I’m not even here.”
You adjusted your glasses again, trying to keep your brain focused on the screen, but that traitorous bastard of a body of yours was already reacting. Heat simmered just beneath your skin, your breath hitched, and your core pulsed like it had caught on fire from the sheer absurdity and tenderness of this horny little goofball.
And of course—he wasn’t just being sweet.
You felt it. That unmistakable trail of wet, open-mouthed kisses starting at one cheek, heading south like he was mapping his own erotic treasure route.
“Stop it,” you said in a warning tone that was about as threatening as a kitten. You were already gripping your pen so hard it might snap in half.
“Keep typing, baby” he teased against your skin. “Wouldn’t want to leave the report incomplete, wouldn't we?.”
Such. A. Motherfucker.
And he knew exactly what he was doing—each squeeze of your hips, each grazing of his lips closer to where your thighs met, had your concentration spiraling into oblivion. The report on your screen might as well have been written in hieroglyphics now.
The sexual tension between you two had always been like a lit fuse—fast, fierce, and impossible to ignore. You could be having breakfast and suddenly end up naked on the kitchen counter. Fighting over what movie to watch? Boom—clothes off, problem solved.
And somehow, you never got tired of him.
You wanted it all the time.
When you were together, the world around could have disappeared and you wouldn't have cared.
You loved Lando, you loved the way he made you feel, the way you two fought for stupid things but then made up right after, and the way you had the same sense of humour, with stupid jokes, how he made you laugh and smile.
You adored everything about him. The sass. The sincerity. The fact that he could go from needy clingy boyfriend to sex demon in 0.2 seconds. And somehow, he adored you the same way—chaotic, nerdy, stubborn, always a little flustered but never out of love.
A loud ping startled you as your screen dimmed and a notification popped up: Battery low. Shutting down soon.
“Crap! My laptop's dying—where’s the charger?” you huffed, pushing back in your seat, eyes scanning the room in panic.
Before you could even step forward, Lando let out a soft, low moan—against your skin.
Still draped across the lower half of your body like a human blanket, he clung tighter to your hips as you tried to stand, clearly not ready to let go of his favorite makeshift pillow. His cheek, now firmly planted on your ass, radiated warmth, and his gaze trailed up the length of your back like a matchstick being struck.
You could feel the tension roll off him like heatwaves, burning along your spine and down the curve of your hips. It wasn’t subtle. Not even remotely. The way his breath hitched, how his fingers flexed against your waist—it all screamed one thing:
Lando Norris was not going to let you finish that report.
“That’s unfortunate…” he said, his voice laced with faux innocence and heavy desire. “No computer, huh?”
"We should find a way to entertain ourselves while it charges," he whispered, his voice soft and low as his fingers trailed up to your cheek. A rogue strand of hair had escaped your bun, and he tucked it gently behind your ear with the kind of reverence that made your heart flutter.
Classic Lando. The lethal combo: devastatingly hot and sickeningly sweet. His flirty grin? Oh, it was there too—tilted and mischievous, the kind of smile that made your brain go foggy.
“Maybe we anticipate those P2 celebrations, got any ideas, baby?”
For some reason, you couldn’t find your voice. It was frozen inside your throat as if you were compelled by any Lando little move, a doll in his arms.
His hands slipped lower—past your waist, down your thighs—until they found their familiar resting place: cupping your ass. He palmed it eagerly, fingers spreading slightly as he massaged your cheeks like he was kneading dough, hungry and unabashed.
And then came the kiss.
God, that kiss.
It hit you like a freight train.
No softness, no hesitation—just pure, unfiltered hunger. Lips smashed together in a clash of breathless need. It was a kiss that tasted like celebration, adrenaline, and something deeply possessive.
Lando moaned into your mouth, pulling you flush against him until your bodies molded together, your curves pressed perfectly against the hard planes of his chest.
“Want me to tell you what I think?” he asked, voice rough and hot against your lips as he peppered kisses down your neck.
Still stunned, still panting, still completely at his mercy, you only managed a frantic nod. Words had officially left the chat.
You were still slightly stunned and didn't know where to put your hands, you just wanted him to yourself so you couldn’t help but nod at his question.
You started kissing again, lips fighting for dominance along with teeth and tongue. Dancing together to what was your favourite lusty dance.
He chuckled low in his throat, the sound vibrating against your skin. "I think this outfit makes me wanna wreck you."
And there it was—the dirty talk. That sinful little weapon in his arsenal. He knew exactly what it did to you, the way it made your body light up, slick with anticipation.
He nipped at your collarbone, lips dragging across your skin as he whispered, "Correction… I am gonna wreck you."
You were already a goner. Your fingers wasted no time finding the hem of his team polo and tugging it off him, exposing his toned chest and abs. You traced a finger down the ridges of his stomach, along that dangerous V-line that disappeared into his boxers. The elastic waistband of his joggers clung to his hips, the visible tent only confirming the heat between you.
You pushed against him, trying to get him onto the bed—ready to take control, to straddle and ride him senseless. But Lando, always competitive, smirked and flipped the tables—literally. One swift movement and you were the one flat on your back, blinking up at him, his tongue licking his lips like he’d just won pole position.
"Nice try," he chuckled, already leaning in for another soul-stealing kiss. He pressed his mouth to yours again, deeper this time, more languid, tongue exploring yours while your bodies tangled and pulled at each other. His hands roamed hungrily, memorizing curves he already knew like scripture.
The shirt you were wearing—his, naturally—was pulled over your head in one smooth tug. Lando froze momentarily when he saw you weren’t wearing a bra.
His eyes widened. His mouth fell open. Then his bottom lip got savagely trapped between his teeth.
"Jesus Christ," he groaned, eyes flicking between your bare breasts like he couldn’t choose which to worship first. "You’re gonna kill me."
Your back arched instinctively as his hand cupped one breast, fingers tweaking your nipple until you gasped. He leaned in, mouth closing around it, tongue swirling and sucking with expert precision. You whimpered, clutching at his curls, and he moaned like your reaction was pure oxygen to him.
He knew your body like it was his own. Every weak spot. Every place that made you writhe and sigh. He played you like an instrument—tender, teasing, and totally in control.
But then… he stopped.
He pulled back just enough to meet your eyes again, his face suddenly softer, more still. For a moment, it looked like he’d forgotten everything—like he was looking at you for the first time again. Not in confusion. But awe.
And then he smiled. That boyish, stupidly charming, tooth-biting grin that made your stomach flip like a stunt car.
"On your tummy for me, please?"
A laugh bubbled from your lips, breathy and hot, before you bit it back with a grin of your own. You turned without a word, lying flat on your stomach, propped up just enough to gaze out the window at the sprawling magic of Austin glowing under the moonlight.
You tried to play it cool—tried being the key word.
“I thought you wanted to tell me about quali,” you said, voice dipping into that fake-innocent tone you always used when you were seconds from making a questionable decision. You were leaning against the edge of the bed like you hadn’t just been eye-fucking him across the room.
Lando’s smirk deepened, the kind of smirk that made your knees file for divorce. “Yeah… no. Let’s do no talking now,” he muttered, low and thick with that husky edge you craved far too much.
His hands found your hips like they’d been magnetically summoned, dragging your ass up just the way he liked—angled to perfection, tilted with precision. It was like muscle memory for him at this point. And when his palms splayed over your skin? Goosebumps. Everywhere. The lightest touch, but it felt like a feather sweeping across your spine—and not the innocent kind.
He absolutely loved taking you from behind, having the view of your perfect back arching for him and feeling how deep he could go from that angle.
You heard him exhale sharply behind you. "Your back is a work of art baby, my God"
But that laugh died real fast when his fingers skimmed the hem of your lace culottes—the ones you didn’t wear for comfort, just chaos. He hooked his fingers under the delicate fabric and dragged it down slowly, like he was unwrapping a present he’d been waiting weeks to open.
And you? You were already trembling.
Even with your back to him, you could feel the heat radiating off his body. You didn’t need to see his face to know the expression he wore—eyes dark with hunger, lip caught between his teeth, pupils blown wide. That was Lando in predator mode, and you were one very willing snack.
“Jesus, you missed me this much while I was gone?” he said, fingers ghosting over your core with maddening restraint. “You’re soaked and I haven’t even done anything.”
“Lando…” You whined, voice cracking somewhere between desperate and delirious. “I want you so bad.”
“Yeah?” he hummed like he wasn’t already a breath away from wrecking you. “I can see that, princess.”
He didn’t give you time to clap back. One stroke—one—over your clit and your knees nearly gave out. He kept teasing, slow, circular motions, occasionally giving a soft pinch that made your mouth fall open in a helpless moan. You clawed at the sheets like they owed you something, panting with every touch, tension building like a dam about to burst
You were a mess, shaking and arching under his touch. At that point, you didn't know if it was from the pleasure or the anticipation of what was next.
He finally rid himself of his underwear, and the sound he made when he pressed his body to yours was sinful. Hot, heavy breathing in your ear, skin on skin, hips flush to yours like a puzzle finally snapping into place. One hand steadied your hip, the other wrapped around his cock, guiding himself to your entrance with slow, torturous precision.
“I’m gonna make you feel so good, I promise,” he whispered, mouth brushing your neck.
You barely had time to suck in a breath before he pushed in—all of him, all at once. Your lips parted in a gasp that turned into a soft, stunned laugh.
“Showoff,” you managed to choke out, half-annoyed, fully ruined.
But damn, you felt every inch. He filled you to the brim, your walls hugging him like they’d missed him just as much as you had. Your body reacted on instinct, meeting every thrust, grinding back against him, trying to chase that high like it owed you rent.
“You can take it,” he groaned, voice strained. “You always fucking can.”
And he was right. You could. And you wanted to.
He found that perfect rhythm, hard and fast but still teasing, dragging it out just long enough to drive you insane. His fingers dug into your hips like he was trying to anchor himself to reality. Every sound he made—every low growl, sharp breath, whispered “fuck”—was its own form of foreplay.
“Shit, you’re tight,” he groaned, resting a hand on your back as you arched even deeper.
Your eyes squeezed shut. The pleasure was overwhelming, your mind blurring with every slam of his hips. Every time he hit just right, stars exploded behind your eyelids.
“Fuck—Lando!” you gasped, fingers twisting the sheets like you were about to levitate.
He was getting close too—you could tell. His grip tightened, his rhythm faltered for just a beat, his breath going ragged.
“God… you’re heaven to me,” he whispered, voice thick with awe, as though he couldn’t quite believe you were real—even as he was buried so deeply inside you.
And then, like something snapped inside him, Lando lost it.
He pulled your hips tighter against his body, his cock still pumping inside you with a rhythm that had you seeing more than stars—you were seeing galaxies. The kind of rhythm that made your eyes roll back and your entire body forget how to function properly. Your breath hitched, your voice caught in your throat, and all you could do was feel.
And Lando? Oh, he was absolutely thriving in that chaos.
He loved to play dirty. He knew how to provoke you and how to drive you crazy.
He always knew how to push you right to the edge—and then toss the edge into the sun. That cocky, smug bastard. A hand slid from your waist to your chest, fingers finding your nipple and giving it a sharp, calculated pinch. You let out a strangled gasp, biting your tongue just to hold back the scream threatening to rip free.
“Nuh-uh,” he growled into your skin, panting against the curve of your back. “Don’t hold back, princess. I wanna hear those pretty noises.”
God, the way he said it. That cocky whisper laced with filth and affection. That voice was custom-made for bad decisions.
You moaned louder this time, helpless under his touch. Your bodies were covered in a fine sheen of sweat, the room thick with heat, tension, and that rich, earthy scent of sex. You felt him twitch inside you, felt every motion, every shift in his hips, and your walls clamped down instinctively, causing him to groan something utterly incoherent into your neck.
“I’m… I’m almost there, Lan,” you whimpered, practically face-planting into the pillow, lost in sensation. “Shit—don’t stop.”
Your orgasm was knocking on the door, kicking it down, already halfway in the living room—and then, cruelly, he pulled out.
“What the fuck?!” you gasped, spinning to glare at him, betrayed and stunned.
He didn’t flinch. Didn’t even blink.
Just smirked.
And then that cocky bastard did what he always did—bit down on his lip, eyes glinting with mischief and lust, and lowered himself back between your legs like he owned them. Because honestly? He kinda did.
“Lando—” you started, but it came out more like a wheeze. You were on fire, breathless, trembling, and he knew it.
"I wanna see your pretty face while you’re coming."
After he said that, he took your hips roughly with his hands and sank into you again.
You weren’t prepared.
He grabbed your hips—possessive, firm, desperate—and thrust back into you so deep you saw a flash of white behind your eyelids. It wasn’t fair. It was too good. Too perfect. He set a rhythm that felt like poetry and punishment, each thrust making you forget every bad day you’d ever had.
You couldn’t think. Couldn’t speak. Only feel.
The sight of him above you? Unreal. Like some kind of sculpted sex god you’d accidentally summoned. His muscles gleamed with sweat, jaw clenched in focus, that small crease between his brows you secretly adored pulling tight as he lost himself in you.
You wanted to bottle this. To frame it. Tattoo it across your brain.
With a shaky breath, you reached up and grabbed his chin, pulling him down for a kiss that was messy, wild, and everything. When you kissed him during sex, it always flipped a switch—like throwing gasoline on fire. It wasn't just physical anymore—it was sacred.
“Babe—fuck, I’m coming…” he growled into your mouth, voice shredded and raw, thrusts turning fast and erratic like he was chasing something only you could give him.
You locked your legs around his waist, pulling him impossibly close, feeling every pulse and twitch. Your nails raked down his back, a trail of pleasure and pain, as your body buckled beneath him. Each thrust hit the spot so perfectly it was like he had a GPS for your orgasm.
Then—bam. He hit that sweet, hidden spot like a damn homing missile, and your body broke.
You came hard, vision blurred, back arched, fingers digging into his shoulders like you were clinging to reality itself. Every nerve in your body exploded with pleasure. It felt endless. Infinite. Like time had stopped and all that existed was this.
Lando wasn’t far behind—his hips stilled, a hoarse moan escaping his throat that sounded half like your name, half like a man possessed. He came inside you with a shudder so intense, it was as if he had just ascended too.
And then, silence.
The kind of silence where your heartbeat was so loud, it echoed in your ears.
He collapsed onto you, body slick and warm, face buried in your neck. For a long moment, neither of you moved, just breathing each other in—both completely spent and completely full in every way that mattered.
“I love you,” you whispered, your voice quiet but solid. “So much, Lando.”
His body stilled again, then he tilted his head up and kissed your cheek, your jaw, your lips—tender now, reverent. “I love you too, baby. Fuck… I love you too.”
Your hand found its way into his curls again, fingers threading through the damp strands like a lullaby, calming you both.
Eventually, he pulled out, groaning softly at the overstimulation, and rolled over to lay beside you. You turned your head, and there it was again—that dumb, adorable grin. The one that made you want to kiss him and punch him at the same time.
You both stared at each other, goofy smiles plastered on your faces, like you were two horny idiots who just solved the secret to the universe using only body heat and vibes.
“Stop looking at me like that,” he mumbled, cheeks pink as he pulled you into his arms.
“Like what?” you asked innocently, snuggling into his chest.
He laughed, that soft, scratchy post-sex laugh that made your heart do things it wasn’t cleared by a cardiologist to do. Then he tilted your chin and kissed you slow, deep, like there was nowhere else he’d rather be in the world.
“I’m so in love with you,” he whispered again. " I can’t stop grinning like a total idiot.”
Soft gold spilled from the lamps, pooled against the dark floor, caught in the curve of the bedsheets like a whisper too heavy to say out loud. The silence wasn't awkward. It was intimate. Like the air had dropped between them and said: Don't move. Don't speak. Just feel.
She was standing at the foot of the bed in his hoodie, hair damp from the shower, skin still warm from the water. Nothing underneath. Her thighs were bare. Her lips already slightly swollen from the way he'd kissed her up against the bathroom sink twenty minutes ago.
Lewis sat against the headboard, legs stretched out in grey sweats, shirt off, jaw set. Watching her. Eyes low. Hungry. Loving. "You cold, baby?" he asked, voice low and velvet-thick.
She shook her head.
"Nervous?"
A pause. Then, "A little."
He smiled, slow and soft and dangerous. "You should be."
She inhaled sharply, thighs pressing together. He clocked it. "Come here."
She climbed onto the bed slowly, like a girl stepping into a fire she wanted to burn for.
"Knees," he murmured, tapping his thigh. "Right here. Face me."
She straddled him, knees on either side of his hips, hoodie bunched around her waist. No panties. No bra. Just skin. Just heat.
He sucked in a breath when she settled against him, the warm press of her pussy through his sweats already making him hard. "Feel that?" he said, voice roughening. "That's what you do to me without even trying."
Her fingers curled into his shoulders.
He dragged one hand up the back of her thigh, over the swell of her ass, under the hoodie. The other traced her spine. She shivered. "You know what I want tonight?"
She shook her head.
"I don't want to rush. Don't want to fuck you hard. I don't even want to take you apart yet." His thumb brushed over her lower back, slow and reverent. "I just want to feel you."
Her breath hitched. "Like this?"
"Exactly like this." He kissed the space between her collarbones. "You riding me slow. Crying for it. My hands on your hips. Just us. Nothing else."
She nodded, already trembling.
"Take it off."
She peeled the hoodie up and over her head, leaving herself bare in his lap. Her nipples tightened under the air. He stared, chest rising, jaw tight. "Fuck. You're so pretty."
His hands came up to cup her breasts, thumbs brushing over her nipples. She arched into his touch, gasping.
"Lewis-"
"I know, baby. I got you."
She leaned in to kiss him, but he pulled back, hand catching her jaw.
"Uh-uh. No kisses yet. You're gonna look at me. Eyes open. I want to see everything."
Her mouth fell open, just a little.
"Good girl," he murmured.
Then he lifted his hips just enough, tugged the waistband of his sweats down.
His cock sprang free, thick, flushed, already dripping with pre-cum. Her eyes widened.
He grinned. "Sit."
She reached between them, lined him up, and sank down, inch by inch, slow and gasping and bare.
He was so deep. So big. And her body took it like it knew him.
"Jesus Christ," she whimpered.
His head fell back for a second. "You always take me so good."
She bottomed out. And froze.
His hands gripped her hips, steadying her. "Don't move."
She nodded, breathless. They sat like that for a beat. Then two. Just the sound of her breathing. Of their skin sliding together. The warm, slow press of his cock inside her.
"Look at me," he whispered.
She did.
"You're mine."
"Yes," she whispered.
"I'm gonna make you feel so good, baby."
He guided her hips, slow, tiny rolls that dragged his cock along her walls just right.
She whimpered.
"I want your hands on me," he said.
She gripped his shoulders, then moved one hand to his cheek.
He kissed her palm. Then her wrist. Then looked her dead in the eyes. "Now ride."
She started moving. Slow. Tentative.
"Slower."
She obeyed. And it ruined her.
Every inch of him dragged across her most sensitive spots, steady and deep, until her legs were shaking. Her nails dug into his chest.
"Lewis-fuck-fuck-"
"That's it," he breathed. "Let me hear you."
Her head tipped back.
"No. Eyes on me."
She met his gaze again. Tears in her lashes. He smiled. "You're gonna cry, baby?"
She nodded, hips still moving.
"Because I feel so good?"
She nodded again, barely holding it together.
"Then do it."
And she did. Tears slipped down her cheeks as he held her, kissed her jaw, whispered praise that felt like prayer.
"You're so perfect like this. So good for me. You're doing so fucking well. I've got you."
She sobbed into his neck. And kept riding. And Lewis? He never let go. Her thighs were shaking. The slow, slick roll of her hips had gone erratic, not from laziness, not from loss of control, but from too much. Every drag of his cock was a kiss to the nerves inside her, warm and brutal and perfect. Her whole body was trembling, and her eyes were flooded with tears she couldn't explain.
And Lewis? Lewis was holding her like she was made of gold and gasoline. "Don't stop," he whispered, voice steady even as his jaw flexed, even as his cock throbbed inside her. "That's it, baby. You're doing so good."
She cried out, gripping his shoulders, trying, trying, to keep riding, but every motion made her see stars. Her pussy fluttered around him, too tight, too wet, too much. Her orgasm was right there, close enough to beg for, cruel enough to withhold.
"Lewis," she whimpered.
"I got you."
"I can't-"
"Yes, you can."
His hands slid down to her hips, slowing her rhythm, guiding it back to that deep, slow grind.
"Just like that," he praised. "That's my good girl."
Her breath stuttered. She sobbed.
She wasn't even moving anymore, just sitting in his lap, cock buried inside her, body twitching every time he rocked her hips for her.
"You gonna come?" he asked softly, kissing her cheek.
"I-I don't know-"
"Yes, you do."
She looked down at him, glassy-eyed, mouth open.
"You're not gonna ask permission this time," he said gently. "You're gonna take what you need. Let go. Right here in my arms. You hear me?"
She nodded, fast, desperate, tears slipping down her cheeks as her body gave up. Her orgasm hit like an earthquake. No scream. No drama.
Just a full-body, soundless shatter, her mouth open, her whole body curling in on itself as she squeezed around him, thighs clamping, cunt spasming, breath gone.
Lewis held her through it. Let her break. Stroked her back. Kissed her shoulder. "You did so fucking good," he whispered. "That's it, baby. That's it."
But she didn't stop shaking. Because it wasn't over. She was still sensitive. Still full of him. And now his hands were moving again.
"Lewis-"
"I know, I know. But you're not done yet."
"I c-can't-"
"Yes, you can."
He shifted her gently, laying her back against the pillows, kneeling between her legs now. His cock slipped out, soaked and hard. And he looked starving. "You're crying again," he murmured, brushing a thumb under her eye. "So pretty when you cry for it."
She whined, trying to close her legs, but he caught her thighs and spread them wider.
"You gonna let me make you come again?"
She shook her head. But her body said yes.
He leaned over her, hips heavy, cock dragging over her overstimulated clit just once to make her jolt. "Want me inside again?" he whispered.
She nodded slowly, bottom lip trembling.
"You sure?"
"I want you."
And that was all he needed. He lined up again, and this time he didn't take it slow. He pushed in all at once, deep, sharp, a single thrust that punched the breath out of her lungs.
She screamed. "Lewis-Lewis-fuck-"
"I know, baby. I know."
He set a rhythm now. Deliberate. Cruel. Addictive. No slamming. No jackhammering. Just deep. Full. Every. Single. Inch. Her hands scrambled for something, the sheets, the pillows, him.
He caught her wrists and pinned them above her head. "I want to see you lose it again."
"I already-"
"Again," he growled.
She was babbling now, incoherent sounds, her cunt fluttering around him like her body was trying to pull him deeper even though she was already split open.
"You feel that?" he rasped, breathing hard. "How wet you are for me?"
She nodded, crying again.
"Say it."
"I'm wet-Lewis-fuck-I'm so-so wet for you-"
He slammed into her once, hard, deep, perfect. She arched off the bed with a wail. "That's it," he moaned. "Come on, baby. Let me have it. Fall apart for me again."
And she did. Her whole body locked up. Her walls clenched. Her vision went white.
The orgasm was messy, not elegant, not controlled, just tears and gasps and the kind of surrender that felt like freedom.
She came with a cry that broke in the middle, her whole body trembling, arms pinned, legs shaking.
Lewis moaned like he was dying. And then he came, deep inside her, hips jerking as he filled her, voice raw in her ear.
"You're mine-mine-fuck-look at me-look at me-"
She did. And he broke with her. For a moment, there was nothing but silence. Then breath. Then trembling fingers. He released her wrists. Kissed her palms. Her tears were still wet on her cheeks.
He pulled out gently, too sensitive to move fast. Then pulled her onto his chest, wrapped her in his arms, and kissed her hair. "You did so good for me," he whispered. "I'm so proud of you."
She sniffled. "I can't feel my legs."
He laughed softly, pressing his lips to her temple. "That means I did it right."
Summary: It follows Lando and Amelie during a family trip in Comporta, Portugal, where quiet conversations and small moments slowly deepen the emotional intimacy between them
Wordcount: 13.4 k
Warnings: none
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May 13th, 2025 - Comporta, Portugal
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papayagirl: posing in front of your girlfriend’s campaign is INSANE boyfriend behavior 😭
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→ goldenhouramelie: sisters never miss
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softamelie: not him smiling harder in front of her ad than after winning races 😭
→ goldenhouramelie: priorities
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papayagirl: the way both families seem to genuinely love them together 🥹
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sunsetamelie: this whole week has just been them being soft and domestic 😭
→ cherryvibes: healing era
coastallover: the way he stopped to pose in front of HER ad specifically 😭
→ velvetroses: proud boyfriendism
→ midnightamelie: terminal case honestly
goldenpapaya: flo posting this immediately is sending me 😭
→ cherrysoda: sibling behavior
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velvetamelie: i know flo and cisca tease him SO badly 😭
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softpapaya: the fact he was probably shopping with his family and still stopped for this 😭
→ dreamersclub: priorities
→ lovelane: boyfriend duties never end
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→ moonlightvibes: growth
→ raceweekendd: we survived the trenches
goldenhourlane: someday there’s gonna be a whole album of lando posing next to amelie ads 😭
→ lovergirlie: collector’s edition
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The villa had finally gone quiet sometime after midnight.
Comporta nights carried a completely different kind of silence than Monaco ever did, softer somehow, stretched wide beneath salt air and distant waves and endless dark skies untouched by city lights. The ocean sat somewhere beyond the dunes surrounding the property, close enough that the breeze drifting through the open terrace doors carried the faint smell of salt and warm sand into every room, mixing with the scent of sunscreen still lingering from the day and the remains of dinner that had lasted far too long because nobody in his family knew how to end conversations quickly once wine got involved.
Most of the house had disappeared to bed already.
Oliver had finally managed to convince Mila and Athena to sleep nearly an hour ago after what sounded like a full hostage negotiation from upstairs. Sav had laughed herself breathless at dinner over one of Adam’s stories from Lando’s karting years. Flo had spent half the evening trying to teach Athena how to play cards despite the four-year-old changing the rules every six minutes. Even Adam had eventually surrendered and gone inside after insisting he was “absolutely not tired” barely twenty minutes earlier.
For the first time in a while, it had felt… normal.
Comfortable.
Like family before schedules and flights and championships turned everyone’s lives into calendars.
Lando sat alone on the terrace wrapped in one of his hoodies despite the warm night air, one ankle hooked lazily over the opposite knee while his iPad rested against his thigh. A half-finished cup of tea sat beside him on the low table, steam curling faintly upward into the darkness while unread emails blurred together across the screen in front of him. Sponsors. Flight confirmations. A message from Andrea. Another from Zak. Somewhere near the top sat three unanswered texts from Amelie sent during one of her audition breaks in London earlier.
One was just a blurry selfie of her looking miserable beneath fluorescent lighting.
The second read: i hate british casting directors.
The third: i miss u :(
He had smiled at that one longer than necessary.
The sound of the sliding door opening behind him pulled him gently from the screen.
Lando looked over his shoulder just in time to see his mum stepping onto the terrace, another mug cradled carefully between her hands while the warm lights from inside spilled softly around her.
—Hi sweetheart,— Cisca greeted quietly.
Lando immediately straightened slightly in his chair. —Hi.—
She lifted the mug slightly. —Mind if I join you?—
—Course not,— he said quickly, shifting automatically to give her more room beside him.
Cisca smiled softly before lowering herself into the chair next to his, tucking one leg beneath herself comfortably while the ocean breeze moved lightly through her hair. For a moment neither of them spoke, both simply looking out toward the dark dunes stretching endlessly beneath the moonlight while somewhere far away waves crashed softly against the shore.
The silence between them had always been easy.
Cisca wrapped both hands around her tea before exhaling softly through her nose. —I forgot how much I missed this,— she admitted quietly.
Lando glanced toward her. —What?—
Her smile deepened faintly. —All of us together like this.— Her gaze drifted toward the house behind them. —No races. No airports. No one leaving after breakfast because they’ve got somewhere else to be.—
Lando hummed softly in agreement, looking back out toward the dark coastline.
—It’s been forever since we did a proper family trip,— she continued. —A real one, not just everyone crashing into the same place for twenty-four hours before disappearing again.—
Cisca’s voice softened even more after that, the warmth in it carrying something emotional beneath the surface that immediately pulled Lando’s attention fully away from the emails forgotten on the screen beside him. The terrace lights painted everything gold around them, soft against the dark Portuguese night, while somewhere behind the villa one of the outdoor lanterns flickered quietly in the wind. He could hear the ocean more clearly now that the house had settled into sleep completely, rhythmic waves folding against the shore somewhere beyond the dunes like the entire coastline was breathing slowly around them.
His mum smiled faintly into her tea before shaking her head a little to herself. —Honestly, I don’t think I realized how much I missed having you around properly until this week,— she admitted quietly. —Not race weekends. Not quick dinners in Monaco where everybody’s checking flights halfway through dessert. Just… this.—
Lando’s expression softened immediately at that, something quiet settling behind his eyes while he looked back out toward the dunes again. The wind moved softly through the terrace curtains behind them, carrying warmth from inside the villa mixed with the cool salt air from the ocean, and for a second he let himself simply sit there beside her without speaking, listening to the distant waves and the occasional muffled creak of the old wooden house settling for the night.
Because she was right.
It had been forever since life had slowed down enough for this.
No cameras shoved in his face. No radio in his ear. No PR schedule timed down to the minute. Just his family spread through a beach house in Portugal, half asleep after too much wine and dinner and stories they had all heard a hundred times before.
Cisca turned slightly toward him after another quiet moment, studying his face carefully the same way mothers somehow always did, like they could read entire conversations hidden behind your eyes without you saying a word.
—I’m really happy you two are here,— she added softly. —Well… almost both here.—
That made him smile faintly.
—She’s miserable in London right now,— he muttered, glancing briefly toward the iPad still resting against his leg. —I got like six messages about British weather today.—
His mum laughed quietly. —Poor girl.—
—Apparently casting directors are also public enemy number one now.—
—Mm. That sounds more like Amelie.—
The smile stayed on his face a second longer before fading into something more thoughtful when he noticed his mum looking at him differently now. Softer. Almost hesitant.
Cisca lowered her tea carefully onto the table beside her.
—I’m glad this trip finally happened though,— she admitted quietly. —Especially after the golf tournament situation.—
Lando’s brows pulled together slightly. —What golf tournament situation?—
The second the question left his mouth, he watched realization hit her face almost immediately.
Cisca blinked once. —Oh.—
Lando straightened slightly in his chair now, confusion replacing the softness in his expression. —What situation?—
His mum hesitated.
Which immediately made him suspicious.
The ocean breeze moved through the terrace again, colder now somehow against the back of his neck while he watched her choose her words too carefully.
—Your dad talked to Amelie in Myrtle Beach,— Cisca admitted slowly.
Lando frowned deeper. —About what?—
The shift in Lando’s posture happened instantly.
Small.
Almost invisible if someone didn’t know him well.
But Cisca noticed it immediately anyway, the way his shoulders straightened subtly beneath the oversized hoodie, the easy softness from moments ago tightening just slightly around the edges as confusion gave way to something more alert. The iPad resting forgotten against his thigh dimmed into darkness while his full attention settled on her now, brows furrowed beneath messy curls still damp from his shower earlier.
—What do you mean he talked to her?— he asked again, slower this time.
Cisca let out the faintest sigh through her nose.
The warm ocean air moved softly around them, rustling the linen curtains behind the terrace doors while somewhere far below the dunes the tide crashed steadily against the shore. Inside the villa everything remained quiet, the entire family asleep upstairs completely unaware of the conversation unfolding out here beneath the dim terrace lights.
For a second she genuinely considered brushing past it.
But clearly that option had disappeared the moment she realized Amelie had never told him.
Cisca leaned back slightly into the chair, fingers wrapping tighter around the warm ceramic mug in her hands. —Your dad spoke to her during the golf tournament in South Carolina,— she explained carefully. —When you were playing.—
Lando stared at her.
Waiting.
His mum hesitated again, visibly annoyed now more with Adam than anything else. —He basically told her that we missed you sometimes. That maybe she should feel more comfortable spending time with us too, not only with her family all the time.—
Silence hit the terrace immediately afterward.
Heavy.
Lando blinked once like he genuinely needed a second to process the sentence properly.
—He said that to her?—
The disbelief in his voice came first.
The irritation followed immediately after.
Cisca sighed softly. —Your father meant well.—
—Why the fuck would he say that to Amelie instead of me?— Lando interrupted, not loudly but sharply enough that the frustration underneath became impossible to miss now.
The ocean seemed louder suddenly in the silence that followed.
Cisca watched him carefully while he dragged one hand through his curls, his jaw tightening slightly the more he replayed it in his head. Because of course now it made sense. The sudden conversations. The beach trip research. The way Amelie had randomly started talking about balancing families more while curled on his chest in Mérida like the thought had appeared out of nowhere.
Jesus Christ.
Guilt twisted uncomfortably somewhere low in his stomach almost immediately afterward.
Not toward his parents.
Toward her.
Because she had carried that entire conversation alone for days without throwing Adam under the bus once.
His eyes dropped briefly toward the dark terrace floor while he exhaled slowly through his nose, the frustration softening into something heavier now.
—She thought it was her fault, didn’t she,— he muttered more to himself than to Cisca.
His mum’s expression softened instantly.
—A little,— she admitted quietly. —Which is exactly why I was furious with your father when I found out.—
Lando laughed once beneath his breath, humorless and tired. His head tipped back briefly against the chair while he stared up toward the dark Portuguese sky, moonlight catching faintly across his face now. —Fuck.—
The word came out softer this time.
More exhausted than angry.
Because the worst part was that Adam hadn’t even entirely been wrong.
Lando knew it.
Somewhere along the line, following Amelie had become instinctive to him. Mérida. Family dinners. Last-minute weekends in Mexico. Holidays squeezed between race weekends. He had never once viewed it as sacrifice because being with her never felt like sacrifice at all. Her family had wrapped around him so naturally that sometimes he forgot there had ever been a version of his life where Stella’s children weren’t climbing onto his lap during breakfast or her mum wasn’t texting him reminders to eat properly during triple-header weekends.
It had become home and maybe in the middle of all that comfort, he really had let too much time slip by without properly giving the same part of himself back to his own family.
His chest tightened unpleasantly at the realization.
—That’s not her responsibility though,— he said quietly after a moment, more firmly now. —If I don’t spend enough time with you guys, that’s on me. Not her.—
Cisca nodded immediately. —I know that.—
Lando rubbed slowly at his face with one hand, exhaustion creeping back into him now in a completely different way than before. —No, but seriously, mum. She probably sat there thinking she’d somehow taken me away from everyone and that’s so unfair because she’s literally the opposite of that.— His voice softened more now, frustration turning almost protective. —She’s the reason I still feel normal half the time.—
The honesty in his tone made something emotional flicker briefly across Cisca’s face.
She had always known her son loved deeply.
Even before Amelie.
But there was something different about him now whenever he spoke about her, something quieter and more grounded beneath all the chaos of Formula One and fame and schedules. Like loving her had settled parts of him that used to constantly run restless.
Cisca reached over slowly, squeezing his arm gently. —Sweetheart, nobody thinks she’s taking you away from us.—
Lando looked toward her again.
Her expression stayed soft. —If anything, I think all of us understand she’s become your home in a lot of ways. That’s not something anyone resents.—
The wind shifted through the terrace again, cooler now against their skin while somewhere inside the villa pipes creaked softly through the walls.
Cisca smiled faintly after another second. —Your father just handled it badly. He should’ve spoken to you.—
Lando let out another quiet breath. —Yeah.—
—But I also think he got emotional seeing how naturally you fit into her family sometimes.— Her smile turned almost amused now. —Honestly, half the time it feels like you’ve been adopted by them already.—
That finally pulled the tiniest smile from him.
—Probably,— he admitted quietly.
Cisca tilted her head slightly while studying him. —You really love her, don’t you?—
The question should’ve felt ridiculous after everything.
After years.
After public relationships and private heartbreaks and quietly building entire lives around each other without fully realizing it.
Still, something about hearing it from his mum at nearly one in the morning beneath Portuguese moonlight made the answer settle differently in his chest.
Lando looked out toward the dunes again for a moment before smiling softly to himself.
—Yeah,— he said simply. —I really do.—
The tenderness in his voice made Cisca’s eyes soften immediately.
Not surprised.
Just emotional.
Because mothers knew.
She had known long before either of them admitted it out loud properly.
Knew from the way his face changed whenever Amelie walked into rooms. From how easily he rearranged his life around hers without complaint. From the fact that for the first time in years, his future sounded less like race calendars and contracts and more like something human whenever he talked about it.
Cisca rested her chin lightly against her hand. —You think about marrying her?—
A laugh escaped him instantly, quieter this time.
Not embarrassed.
More caught.
—Subtle,— he muttered.
—That’s not a no.—
Lando shook his head lightly beneath the moonlight, smiling despite himself now. —Of course I think about it.—
The answer came easier than expected.
Because he did.
Constantly, honestly.
Sometimes it hit him in stupid moments. Watching her steal his hoodies while brushing her teeth. Seeing her asleep with sunlight all over her face. Listening to her laugh downstairs with his nieces like she had always belonged there too.
Sometimes it terrified him how naturally forever attached itself to her in his brain.
His smile softened further. —I just… know I need to wait a bit.—
His mum laughed properly now, the sound warm and familiar against the quiet night air.
—Smart decision.—
Lando leaned back deeper into the chair afterward, eyes drifting once more toward the dark ocean beyond the dunes while a quieter expression settled over him now. Thoughtful. Certain.
—But I’ve been testing the territory a bit,— he admitted after a second.
Cisca’s brows lifted immediately with interest. —Oh?—
A sleepy grin tugged at the corner of his mouth. —Just seeing how she reacts whenever marriage comes up.—
His mum looked delighted by that information.
—And?—
Lando’s smile softened instantly at the thought of her. —She gets nervous at first. Overthinks everything for like twenty minutes.— He let out a tiny laugh beneath his breath. —But lately… I don’t know. Something changed a little.—
The ocean wind carried softly through the terrace around them again while he stared somewhere distant now, clearly replaying moments in his head only he could fully see.
—She’s starting to picture it too,— he admitted quietly.
Cisca watched him carefully for another second before reaching over once more to squeeze his hand gently.
—Good,— she murmured.
Because for the first time in a very long time, her son sounded less like someone chasing the next race and more like someone building a life.
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papayagirl: oh she absolutely went to portugal to see lando 😭
→ loveroflan: nobody even pretend to be surprised
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ameliecore: london yesterday portugal today??? girl moves FAST 😭
→ goldenhouramelie: private jet final boss
→ softamelie: frequent flyer queen
fanameliee: and lando’s already in portugal with his family btw 👀
→ cherryvibes: the math is mathing
sunsetamelie: this free week really turned into european boyfriend tour 😭
→ goldenhouramelie: mexico → london → portugal
→ softclouds: romantic itinerary honestly
papayadreams: imagine landing in portugal and immediately going into vacation mode with the norris family 🥹
→ loveroflan: sounds healing honestly
amelievibes: no because this means she was with HER family days ago and now probably with HIS 😭
→ cherryvibes: integrated families everywhere
→ dreamygirlie: serious relationship things
fanpageamelie: she really said “tour ended time to follow my boyfriend around europe” 😭
→ goldenhouramelie: as she should
lanfan44: flo definitely posted that picture of lando at the amelie ad as foreshadowing 😭
→ papayaprincess: exactly
→ loveroflan: she knew too much
softamelie: i just know they’re somewhere by the beach eating seafood right now 😭
ameliecentral: these two are never in the same country for more than 12 hours 😭
→ cherryvibes: constantly teleporting
→ dreamygirlie: genuinely
papayagirl: portugal with the norris family sounds SO cozy 🥹
→ loveroflan: sunshine and golf probably
→ lanmeliehub: and charlie running around
fanameliee: she literally wrapped a stadium tour and immediately entered girlfriend era 😭
→ goldenhouramelie: balance
sunsetamelie: not fans becoming flight trackers again 😭
→ cherryvibes: detective era never ends
→ dreamygirlie: we learned from the trenches
amelieupdates: i know flo and cisca love having her around 😭
→ papayaprincess: sisters coded
coastallover: she’s literally on an europe speedrun right now 😭
→ velvetroses: london yesterday portugal today
→ midnightamelie: tomorrow who knows honestly
sunflowermelie: the way she finally has free time after tour and immediately spends it with him 🥹
→ lovelane: priorities
→ dreamersclub: cutest thing ever honestly
tracksidebabe: i just know charlie is having the BEST week 😭
→ lovergirlie: international dog era
→ paddockangel: passport stamps and everything
ameliezone: these two genuinely live in airports
→ coastallover: relationship maintained by boarding passes
papayaprincesss: imagine casually vacationing in portugal with the norris family 😭
→ lanmeliefever: sounds fake
→ midnightvibes: dream scenario honestly
velvetamelie: no because this is probably the first time in MONTHS they actually get uninterrupted time together 🥹
gridgirlypop: somewhere flo is probably taking sneaky candids of them again 😭
→ raceweekendd: and blessing the fandom
→ paddocklove: queen behavior
softpapaya: she really wrapped 500k attendance shows and said “now boyfriend time” 😭
→ dreamersclub: balance queen
→ lovelane: exactly
ameliehearts: portugal in may with your boyfriend sounds so insanely romantic 😭
→ cherrysoda: warm weather and beach dinners
midnightamelie: i love how both their families seem so involved now 🥹
→ velvetroses: it feels really serious
→ starrylan: wholesome honestly
f1fairytale: from secret situationship to family trips in portugal 😭
→ moonlightvibes: character development
goldenhourlane: imagine running into lando and amelie together at some random café in portugal 😭
→ lovergirlie: i’d collapse instantly
→ paddocklove: never recovering from that
papayadreamss: the way they always find time for each other despite the insane schedules 🥹
→ lanmeliehub: that interview was so real about it
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The mornings in Comporta always arrived slowly.
Sunlight filtered through the enormous glass windows of the villa in soft golden layers, warming the pale wood floors and long linen curtains while the smell of coffee and toasted bread drifted lazily through the open terrace doors. Somewhere beyond the dunes, the ocean moved quietly beneath the breeze, close enough that every gust carried salt air into the house mixed with sunscreen and fresh fruit and the faint earthy scent of the golf course stretching beyond the resort. Costaterra had become one of Lando’s favorite places for exactly this reason. Privacy. Space. Silence. The kind of luxury that didn’t feel loud or performative, just calm enough that people forgot who they were supposed to be for a while.
Breakfast had dissolved into its usual family chaos nearly an hour ago.
Mila sat cross-legged on one of the terrace chairs aggressively explaining something about dolphins to Flo while Athena attempted to steal strawberries directly from Sav’s plate every time her mother looked away. Oliver and Adam had already shifted into discussing golf plans for later in the day, some conversation involving handicaps and clubs that made absolutely nobody else at the table care except them. Cisca had one leg tucked beneath herself while slowly drinking coffee and reading something on her phone, occasionally joining conversations only to immediately disappear back into whatever she was doing.
It all felt very Norris.
Relaxed. Athletic. Quietly competitive.
Completely different from Amelie’s family, where breakfast usually turned into someone screaming across the table while Stella threw fruit at Jack and Checo started arguments on purpose just to watch everyone react. The Daymans treated vacations like opportunities to become progressively louder every hour. The Norrises somehow managed to remain calm even while discussing who nearly fell off a paddleboard the day before.
Lando leaned back slightly in his chair beneath the terrace shade, sunglasses resting low on his nose while he scrolled absentmindedly through his phone with half his attention on the conversation around him. The past few days had actually been nice in a way he hadn’t expected. Simple. Beach mornings. Golf. Long dinners outside. His nieces dragging him into the pool against his will every afternoon. For the first time in months, his brain had finally started slowing down enough to properly breathe.
Still, the villa had felt noticeably emptier without her.
His phone suddenly buzzed against the table.
The notification appearing across the screen immediately pulled a grin onto his face before he could stop it.
Ames💛: arrived :)
Lando stood almost instantly.
—She’s here,— he announced casually while already stepping away from the table.
Flo smirked immediately over her coffee. —Jesus Christ, look at him go.—
—It’s been two days,— Oliver added dryly.
—The hardest two days of my life,— Lando answered without shame while walking backward toward the villa entrance.
Adam snorted into his coffee.
The warmth outside wrapped around him immediately the second he stepped away from the shaded terrace, sunlight reflecting brightly against the pale stone path leading toward the front of the villa. Somewhere nearby sprinklers clicked softly against the grass, the distant sound blending with waves crashing beyond the dunes and the occasional chirping of birds hidden somewhere in the olive trees surrounding the property.
The black SUV sat parked near the entrance with the trunk still open while the driver pulled luggage from the back.
Amelie climbed out from the opposite side at the exact same moment.
The sight of her after only forty-eight hours somehow still made something inside his chest loosen instantly.
She looked tired in that very specific London way, oversized sunglasses covering half her face, curls messy from travel, one of his shirts thrown over oversize jeans despite the heat. Charlie hit the ground beside her a second later and immediately started pulling excitedly against the leash after spotting him.
Lando smiled helplessly.
Amelie spotted him almost immediately afterward, her mouth curving upward beneath the sunglasses as she adjusted the strap of her bag against her shoulder.
—Hi,— she greeted warmly.
He reached her in seconds, one hand sliding automatically against her waist while he bent down to kiss her slowly beneath the warm Portuguese sun. The kiss tasted faintly like coffee and airport exhaustion and her lip balm, familiar enough that his entire body relaxed into it instinctively.
Amelie laughed softly against his mouth when he kissed her again immediately afterward.
—It’s literally been two days,— she murmured.
—Longest two days of my life actually,— he replied seriously.
She rolled her eyes affectionately.
Charlie barked loudly beneath them in visible outrage over being ignored.
—Oh my God, sorry,— Lando laughed before bending down to pick him up. —Hello to you too, mate.—
Charlie immediately attacked his face with kisses.
Amelie watched them with a soft smile while the driver handed her carry-on toward the entrance staff nearby, the entire scene feeling strangely domestic beneath the bright Comporta sunlight.
The walk back toward the villa happened slowly, Charlie eventually squirming free from Lando’s arms to trot ahead proudly like he owned the property already. Amelie slipped her sunglasses onto the top of her head while they walked side by side through the warm breeze, one of Lando’s hands resting lazily against the small of her back the entire time like he physically couldn’t stop touching her after not seeing her for two days.
—I need to change immediately,— she groaned softly. —I’m sweating to death.—
—You look beautiful actually.—
—That’s because you haven’t smelled Heathrow Airport yet.—
He laughed quietly beneath his breath.
Their bedroom sat on the upper floor facing the dunes and ocean, sunlight flooding the entire space through enormous windows left partially open to let the breeze inside. The bed remained completely unmade from that morning, pillows everywhere, Charlie immediately launching himself onto the mattress like he had returned home from war.
Amelie disappeared into the bathroom after grabbing clothes from her suitcase, leaving the door half open while the sound of hangers and zippers shuffled softly behind it.
Lando threw himself dramatically across the bed with a groan, Charlie climbing onto his chest immediately with one of his toys hanging from his mouth.
—You abandoned me,— Lando accused him.
Charlie dropped the toy directly onto his face.
From inside the bathroom, Amelie laughed quietly.
—How’s your family been?— she asked while changing. —I saw Mila sent me like fourteen voice notes yesterday.—
—She’s obsessed with some dolphin documentary now,— Lando answered lazily while tossing Charlie’s toy across the bed. —Athena cried because Oliver wouldn’t let her eat ice cream for breakfast. Dad’s become emotionally attached to golf again. Same usual stuff.—
Amelie hummed softly from the bathroom. —Sounds peaceful.—
—Mm. Weirdly peaceful.—
A few seconds passed before her voice floated out again.
—I think one of those auditions actually went well maybe,— she admitted carefully.
Lando turned his head slightly toward the bathroom door. —Yeah?—
—I don’t know. Maybe. The director hugged me after, which feels promising.—
—Or traumatic.—
—Also true.—
He heard her laugh softly before she sighed. —I genuinely need a job though. I’m getting bored.—
Lando gasped dramatically. —Excuse me? You already have a job.—
—Oh God.—
—You could literally be my wag full time.—
Amelie stepped partially out of the bathroom wearing only one earring with the most disgusted expression imaginable. —That is genuinely one of the worst things you’ve ever said to me.—
Lando burst out laughing immediately.
—You’d look hot doing it though.—
She pointed threateningly at him before disappearing back inside while his laughter echoed through the room.
A few minutes later she finally emerged properly dressed, the oversized hoodie replaced with a soft blue bikini beneath loose white beach pants that sat low against her hips, still barefoot, curls falling messily over her shoulders from where she had quickly redone them in the mirror. The tan from Miami and Mexico still lingered warmly against her skin beneath the sunlight pouring into the room, and for a second Lando genuinely forgot what they had been talking about entirely.
Amelie caught the expression on his face immediately.
—Stop it,— she muttered while grabbing sunscreen from her bag.
—I didn’t even say anything.—
—Your face did.—
He grinned shamelessly.
The nerves appeared more subtly once they started walking downstairs.
Not enough that anyone else would probably notice, but Lando knew her too well now. The way her fingers absentmindedly adjusted the waistband of her pants. The tiny inhale before they reached the terrace doors. The slight slowing of her steps the closer they got to everyone’s voices drifting inside from breakfast.
His hand found hers automatically before she could think too hard about it.
Amelie glanced toward him briefly.
Lando squeezed once gently. —Relax,— he murmured.
The terrace door slid open before she could overthink another second of it.
Warm ocean air wrapped immediately around her skin as Lando held the glass door open behind her, sunlight flooding across the long outdoor dining table where his entire family sat scattered beneath the shade of the villa terrace. The conversation happening moments earlier barely even had time to continue before attention shifted toward the movement near the entrance, heads turning almost in unison, and Amelie felt the familiar tiny burst of nerves tighten briefly in her stomach despite the fact she had known these people for years now.
She barely managed half a smile before Cisca was already standing.
—Finally!— Cisca exclaimed dramatically, crossing the terrace in seconds.
Amelie laughed softly just before the younger girl wrapped both arms around her tightly, nearly knocking her backward from the force of the hug. The smell of sunscreen and sea salt clung to her skin, warm from the sun already despite the morning hour, and the affection behind it settled something immediately inside Amelie’s chest.
—I was starting to think you hated us,— Cisca added against her shoulder.
—London almost killed me actually,— Amelie answered honestly, making her laugh.
Flo appeared immediately after, shaking her head fondly while pulling Amelie into another hug before she had properly escaped the first one.
—You look exhausted,— Flo murmured.
—I am exhausted.—
—Good. That means the auditions probably went well.—
Amelie snorted softly beneath her breath while Flo kissed her cheek quickly before finally letting her breathe again.
The terrace slowly returned to life around them afterward, everyone greeting her in that relaxed effortless way the Norris family always seemed to do things. No overwhelming attention. No dramatic scene. Just warmth woven naturally into the rhythm of the morning.
Sav smiled brightly from her chair while lifting her coffee mug slightly toward her in greeting. —Hi darling.—
—Hi,— Amelie greeted warmly.
Oliver leaned back in his chair afterward with the exact same amused expression Lando usually got whenever he was about to say something annoying.
—He’s been unbearable without you by the way,— he informed her casually.
—Oliver,— Lando groaned immediately behind her.
—No seriously,— Flo joined in instantly. —He stared at his phone like a divorced dad for forty-eight straight hours.—
—I hate all of you actually.—
Amelie laughed softly while slipping beside Lando automatically as his hand found the small of her back again, grounding and familiar beneath the loose fabric of her beach pants. The touch came so instinctively now neither of them even seemed to notice it anymore.
His mum smiled warmly from her seat near the end of the table, sunlight catching softly against the gold jewelry resting against her skin. —Hi sweetheart,— she greeted gently.
Something about the softness in Cisca’s expression immediately loosened the last tiny bit of tension still sitting inside Amelie’s shoulders.
—Hi,— she answered with a small smile.
The warmth between them lingered a second longer than usual, quiet but meaningful after everything from the past week, before Adam stood slightly from his chair to kiss Amelie quickly on the cheek in greeting too.
—How was London?— he asked.
Amelie made a face instantly. —Wet. Miserable. Emotionally violent.—
Adam laughed immediately while Lando pulled out the empty chair beside him for her.
Charlie trotted proudly onto the terrace a second later carrying one of his toys in his mouth, tail wagging furiously the second he spotted people. Mila gasped dramatically from her seat near Sav almost immediately.
—Charlie!—
The six-year-old launched herself from the chair before anyone could stop her, sneakers slapping loudly against the terrace floor while Athena followed behind much slower, hiding partially behind her sister the closer they got.
Charlie completely lost his mind from excitement.
Amelie smiled softly watching Mila drop directly onto the floor beside the puppy while he climbed halfway into her lap, licking her face aggressively while she laughed breathlessly into his fur. Athena hovered nearby uncertainly for a moment longer, curls messy from the ocean breeze while she studied Charlie with the seriousness only four-year-olds could somehow possess.
—He remembers you,— Amelie told her gently.
Athena looked immediately skeptical. —Really?—
—Mm-hm.—
The little girl hesitated another second before crouching carefully beside Mila, tiny fingers slowly reaching toward Charlie’s back. The puppy wagged harder instantly beneath the attention, nearly falling over himself trying to greet both girls at once.
Lando watched quietly beside Amelie, one arm draped lazily over the back of her chair while she sat beside him beneath the shade of the terrace. The sight alone pulled something warm through his chest he couldn’t properly explain.
Because this was exactly what he had wanted.
Not big dramatic moments.
Not forced family dinners or awkward obligations.
Just her here naturally amongst them. Laughing softly at Mila trying to convince Charlie to eat a strawberry. Flo asking about auditions. Sav passing Amelie coffee without even needing to ask how she took it anymore. The easy overlapping conversations slowly swallowing her into them without effort.
Amelie accepted the mug gratefully with both hands. —Thank you,— she murmured.
—You need caffeine desperately,— Sav informed her.
—I know.—
Lando leaned closer slightly, lips brushing near her temple while murmuring quietly enough only she could hear him. —You okay?—
Amelie turned toward him just enough that their noses nearly brushed.
The nervousness from earlier had softened now, melted slowly away beneath sunlight and coffee and familiar teasing voices surrounding her from every direction.
She nodded once softly. —Yeah.—
His thumb slid absentmindedly against the fabric resting over her hip beneath the table, subtle and affectionate and unconscious all at once.
Breakfast stretched lazily after that, conversations weaving in and out of each other while plates of fruit and pastries disappeared slowly beneath the growing heat of the morning. Adam and Oliver returned to discussing golf plans. Flo argued with Mila about whether dolphins could actually understand English. Cisca tried convincing everyone the hike near the cliffs later would be “fun and healing,” which immediately made Lando suspicious.
Amelie mostly listened at first.
Not because anyone excluded her.
Quite the opposite.
She simply liked watching them.
The Norris family moved differently than hers did, quieter somehow, less chaotic but deeply connected in ways that existed beneath small gestures instead of loud affection. Oliver constantly refilled Sav’s coffee before she asked. Flo rested her feet absentmindedly in her mum’s lap while scrolling through her phone. Adam argued with Lando about golf scores with the seriousness of international diplomacy while everyone else ignored them completely.
It felt peaceful.
Steady.
Real.
Mila eventually climbed directly into Amelie’s lap halfway through breakfast without warning, holding one of Charlie’s paws dramatically while explaining some incredibly complicated game she apparently planned forcing everyone to play later near the beach.
Amelie listened with complete seriousness.
Athena stayed closer to Sav initially, quieter than her sister, but every few minutes Amelie would catch the little girl looking toward her curiously from across the table before quickly glancing away again.
Lando noticed it too.
—She likes you,— he murmured quietly while reaching for his coffee.
Amelie smiled faintly watching Athena hide again behind Sav’s shoulder. —I think she’s deciding if I’m weird yet.—
—You are weird.—
She kicked his foot lightly beneath the table.
The breeze shifted softly through the terrace again, carrying the smell of the ocean stronger now while sunlight danced across the breakfast table in warm gold reflections. Charlie slept sprawled beneath Mila’s chair in complete exhaustion after all the attention, and somewhere behind them music drifted quietly from inside the villa.
For the first time since Myrtle Beach, since the late-night spirals and conversations and guilt she hadn’t known what to do with, Amelie finally felt something inside her settle.
Not because everything had magically become perfect.
Just because she was finally here.
Trying.
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papayagirl: him smiling in the background like 🧍🙂😭
→ loveroflan: happiest man alive honestly
→ lanmeliehub: just vibing
ameliecore: flo and amelie golf cart selfie meanwhile lando’s lurking in the back 😭
→ goldenhouramelie: boyfriend npc energy
→ softamelie: HELP 😭
fanameliee: the way flo keeps feeding us accidentally/on purpose 😭
→ cherryvibes: she KNOWS
sunsetamelie: family golf day in portugal sounds so insanely rich 😭
→ goldenhouramelie: dream life actually
→ softclouds: coastal elite behavior
papayadreams: he looks SO happy just watching them 😭
amelievibes: not amelie fully integrated into golf family weekends now 🥹
→ cherryvibes: serious relationship things
→ dreamygirlie: exactly this
fanpageamelie: flo and amelie matching the vibes while lando sits behind smiling like 🙂
→ goldenhouramelie: golden retriever boyfriend
→ softamelie: literally
lanfan44: why does this look like a family vacation ad 😭
→ papayaprincess: “discover portugal”
softamelie: the candidness of this photo makes it 10x cuter 🥹
ameliecentral: somewhere charlie is probably riding in another golf cart 😭→ cherryvibes: tiny passenger prince
→ dreamygirlie: living his best life
papayagirl: i know flo is loving having amelie around 😭
→ loveroflan: sister vibes strong
→ lanmeliehub: genuinely sweet to see
fanameliee: lando really spends every free week golfing 😭
→ goldenhouramelie: it’s his natural habitat
sunsetamelie: these two went from secret to being on family golf outings posted by his sister 😭
→ cherryvibes: evolution
→ dreamygirlie: character development everywhere
amelieupdates: the smile in the background is taking me OUT 😭
→ papayaprincess: he looks so content
coastallover: the way he’s just sitting back there smiling at them 😭
→ velvetroses: peaceful little boyfriend
→ midnightamelie: thriving honestly
goldenpapaya: flo posting these like she’s the fandom manager 😭
→ cherrysoda: employee of the month
→ lanmeliefever: she understands the assignment
sunflowermelie: amelie on golf carts with the norris family was not on my bingo card years ago 😭
→ lovelane: life comes at you fast
tracksidebabe: why does portugal always make everyone look happier 🥹
→ lovergirlie: sunshine effect
→ paddockangel: vacation glow
ameliezone: the background smile is killing me because he looks so fond 😭
→ coastallover: exactly
papayaprincesss: i just know flo and amelie gossip together 😭
→ lanmeliefever: sister-in-law vibes already
→ midnightvibes: stopppp 😭
velvetamelie: this relationship feels so NORMAL in the sweetest way 🥹
→ starrylan: family trips and golf carts
gridgirlypop: lando really found his ideal life huh 😭
softpapaya: somewhere max fewtrell is being ignored while lando lives his soft life 😭
→ dreamersclub: abandoned best friend era
→ lovelane: HELP 😭
ameliehearts: i know they’re all having long dinners outside every night 😭
→ cherrysoda: portugal vacation aesthetic
→ papayahours: candles and seafood everywhere
lan4worldchamp: no because him being in the background makes the picture 100x funnier 😭
→ paddockangel: accidental photobomb
midnightamelie: the way both families seem so comfortable around each other now 🥹
→ velvetroses: healthiest thing ever
→ starrylan: genuinely warms my heart
f1fairytale: they went from hiding in paddocks to family holidays posted publicly 😭
→ moonlightvibes: we survived the secrecy era
→ raceweekendd: veterans honestly
goldenhourlane: flo probably took this thinking “twitter’s gonna eat this up” 😭
→ lovergirlie: and she was RIGHT
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The villa had fallen into that lazy kind of afternoon quiet that always followed long mornings in the pool, where everyone moved slower from sun exhaustion and too much food and saltwater still drying against their skin. Warm light spilled softly through the enormous windows facing the dunes, painting gold across the pale couches and linen blankets abandoned everywhere from the girls building forts earlier. The air conditioning hummed faintly beneath the sound of the television while somewhere outside the ocean breeze moved through the tall grass surrounding the property, carrying the distant crash of waves into the house every few minutes.
Amelie lay sprawled across one end of the oversized couch half buried beneath cushions, her damp curls twisted messily on top of her head while one of Sav’s throw blankets rested over both their legs despite the heat outside. Sav sat beside her equally relaxed with one arm stretched along the back of the couch, absently scrolling through her phone between scenes of The Jungle Book playing softly across the massive television mounted against the wall.
Mila and Athena had stopped actually watching the movie at least twenty minutes ago.
Charlie had become significantly more entertaining.
The puppy sprinted wildly around the living room while both girls chased him dramatically across the carpet, Athena shrieking every time Charlie escaped with one of their stuffed animals in his mouth while Mila tried negotiating with him like he understood English.
—Charlie! That’s literally stealing!— Mila yelled in betrayal as the puppy darted beneath the coffee table again.
Sav didn’t even glance up anymore. —You created this behavior,— she informed her daughter calmly.
A burst of laughter echoed faintly from somewhere deeper inside the villa just as heavy footsteps approached across the wooden floors behind them, followed by the unmistakable sound of cabinets opening and backpacks shifting against countertops. Amelie barely paid attention at first, still half focused on the movie while Athena dramatically tackled Charlie onto the carpet in victory, the puppy rolling onto his back immediately in complete betrayal.
The movement behind the couch only properly caught her attention when she heard Cisca’s voice.
—Last chance,— she announced brightly. —Anybody changing their mind?—
Amelie lifted her head slightly from the cushion, eyes drifting toward the kitchen area just in time to see both Cisca and Flo already fully dressed in sporty clothes, hiking backpacks hanging from their shoulders while they filled reusable water bottles near the kitchen island. Flo had her sunglasses pushed into her hair already, skin still sun-kissed from the pool earlier, while Cisca moved around the kitchen with the terrifying efficiency of someone genuinely excited to voluntarily climb mountains for fun.
Amelie blinked slowly toward them from her place on the couch, still mentally somewhere between the movie and the heat-induced laziness currently melting through her body.
—Changing your mind about what?— she asked suspiciously.
Flo looked up from stuffing protein bars into her backpack. —The hike.—
Amelie frowned immediately. —What hike?—
A familiar laugh sounded from somewhere near the hallway before Lando appeared beside the kitchen island with Oliver walking behind him, both dressed in workout clothes already like this entire plan had apparently existed without anybody informing her. Lando wore a fitted white athletic shirt and dark shorts, sunglasses hanging loosely from the collar while one of his curls fell messily over his forehead from still being slightly damp after the pool. Oliver looked equally prepared, car keys spinning casually around one finger while he reached for another water bottle from the counter.
Amelie sat up straighter immediately.
—Where are you going?—
Lando barely glanced up at first while grabbing snacks from one of the cabinets. —Climbing,— he answered casually.
Her eyebrows lifted. —You didn’t tell me you were leaving.—
That finally made him look over toward her, amusement already pulling at the corner of his mouth when he saw the accusation written all over her face.
—I kinda assumed you’d rather stay here with Sav and the girls,— he admitted with a shrug. —Mum and Dad are staying too.—
Amelie stared at him for approximately two full seconds.
Lando barely looked concerned.
If anything, the tiny smile pulling at the corner of his mouth only grew slightly wider when he noticed the offended disbelief slowly spreading across her face from the couch.
—You assumed wrong,— she informed him flatly while throwing the blanket dramatically off her legs.
That finally caught everyone’s attention.
Sav looked up from her phone immediately. Flo froze halfway through zipping her backpack. Oliver glanced between both of them with visible amusement already flickering across his expression like he could physically sense incoming chaos.
Lando blinked once slowly. —You want to come?—
Amelie stood from the couch now, fully committed despite the fact her body still felt melted from poolside laziness and absolutely none of her personality naturally aligned with voluntary mountain climbing.
—Yes,— she answered with pride.
The confusion on Lando’s face deepened instantly.
Not mocking confusion.
Genuine confusion.
Because this was the same woman who considered walking through airports a form of cardio. The same woman who once complained about hiking for nearly three consecutive hours after he convinced her to do one trail in Lake Como because there were “too many nature sounds.”
Flo looked visibly delighted by this development.
—Wait, seriously?— Cisca asked excitedly.
Amelie lifted her chin slightly higher. —Seriously.—
Lando stopped moving entirely beside the kitchen island now, protein bar still in one hand while he stared at her with growing suspicion. A teasing reply already sat right there on the edge of his mouth, visible in the way his lips twitched slightly like he physically wanted to ask if she had a fever.
Her expression remained completely serious though.
Which only confused him more.
The room fell quiet for one beat too long before he finally nodded slowly.
—Okay…,— he answered carefully.
Amelie narrowed her eyes immediately. —Why do you sound scared?—
That made Oliver snort loudly near the counter.
—I’m not scared,— Lando defended himself instantly, though his grin betrayed him completely. —I’m just trying to understand who replaced my girlfriend with this outdoorsy stranger.—
—Shut up,— she muttered while already turning toward the hallway.
The second she disappeared down the hallway, chaos immediately followed behind her.
—No way she’s actually doing this voluntarily,— Oliver muttered while grabbing another bottle of water from the fridge.
Flo looked genuinely emotional. —I feel like I’m witnessing personal growth.—
—You’re all being so rude,— Sav called lazily from the couch without looking up from her phone.
—No, because last year she almost cried walking up stairs in Positano,— Cisca defended.
—That was humidity related!— Amelie yelled from somewhere upstairs.
Lando laughed quietly beneath his breath while shoving the last few snacks into his backpack, though the smile lingering on his face refused to disappear now. Because confusion aside, there was something stupidly endearing about this entire situation. Amelie Dayman willingly volunteering for a hike solely because she realized he was going somewhere without her somehow felt both deeply suspicious and incredibly on brand at the same time.
Charlie barked loudly near the stairs like he also planned joining the expedition.
—Absolutely not,— Sav informed the puppy immediately. —You nearly drowned yourself in the pool this morning.—
The living room settled back into soft afternoon noise afterward, television still playing forgotten in the background while Athena climbed onto the couch beside Sav and Mila continued throwing one of Charlie’s toys across the carpet despite the dog no longer paying attention. Warm sunlight stretched further through the villa now, golden against the pale floors and linen furniture, while somewhere upstairs drawers slammed open and closed in rapid succession.
Lando leaned lightly against the kitchen island waiting.
A few minutes later he heard footsteps approaching quickly down the hallway before Amelie finally reappeared.
And fuck.
The thought hit him instantly and with absolutely no shame whatsoever.
She had changed fast enough that her braid still looked slightly imperfect, loose curls escaping around her face from where she had clearly tied it together in a rush. A fitted pink workout set hugged her body beneath the afternoon sunlight pouring through the villa windows, the athletic top exposing the warm tan still lingering across her shoulders from Miami and Mexico while the matching shorts disappeared high against her thighs. White sneakers. No makeup except whatever remained from earlier. Slightly flushed skin from rushing around upstairs.
Lando physically stopped moving for a second.
Which unfortunately did not go unnoticed.
Amelie slowed slightly near the living room, immediately catching the expression on his face with dangerous precision.
Her eyes narrowed.
—Don’t start.—
He blinked once slowly like rebooting his brain. —I literally didn’t say anything.—
—Your face did again.—
Oliver looked between both of them with immediate amusement. —Oh my God, he’s malfunctioning.—
Flo burst out laughing.
Lando ignored them completely, still staring at Amelie while she adjusted the strap of the small backpack now hanging over one shoulder. The entire situation suddenly felt incredibly suspicious in retrospect.
The suspicion only deepened the longer he looked at her standing there beneath the golden afternoon light spilling through the villa.
Amelie crossed both arms immediately the second she caught the expression still sitting openly across his face, one brow lifting slowly in warning while the loose braid over her shoulder shifted against the dark athletic top hugging tightly against her skin. The tiny flush lingering across her cheeks from rushing upstairs somehow made everything worse for him, especially paired with the fact she looked so annoyingly comfortable in workout clothes despite pretending to hate physical activity with every fiber of her being.
Lando dragged a hand slowly across his mouth like he was physically trying to behave.
It failed instantly.
—You did this on purpose,— he accused quietly.
Amelie blinked once. —Did what?—
—This whole thing.— He gestured vaguely toward her entire body. —You know exactly what those shorts do to me.—
Flo made a loud disgusted noise from near the kitchen island immediately.
—Oh my God, stop talking.—
Cisca threw one of the protein bars directly at Lando’s chest. —Actually nobody wanted to hear that.—
He caught it without even looking away from Amelie. —I’m just being honest.—
—You’re being clinically irritating,— Flo corrected.
Amelie tried to look annoyed, she genuinely did, but the smile pulling uncontrollably at the corner of her mouth ruined the entire performance almost instantly. Lando noticed immediately too, which only made his expression worse somehow, smugness slowly creeping across his face while his eyes dragged shamelessly over her again.
The tiny shake of her head afterward carried absolutely no real irritation behind it.
Which was exactly the problem.
Oliver watched the entire interaction unfold beside the kitchen counter with the exhausted expression of an older brother who had suffered through far too much of this behavior already.
—I genuinely don’t know how any of us are supposed to survive the night in a canyon with you two acting like horny teenagers all the time,— he muttered while grabbing the car keys from the counter.
The second the words left his mouth, both Amelie and Lando looked at him at exactly the same time.
Smiling.
Matching confused smiles slowly beginning to fade.
Amelie blinked once.
—The what?—
Oliver froze.
Flo physically winced.
Lando’s expression changed so fast it was almost impressive.
—Oh no,— Cisca whispered immediately beneath her breath.
Amelie slowly turned her head toward Lando now, suspicion arriving in terrifying stages across her face while he suddenly became deeply interested in adjusting the straps of his backpack.
—Lando,— she said slowly.
He looked back at her with the most offensively innocent expression she had ever seen in her entire life.
The realization hit fully a second later.
Her eyes widened immediately. —We’re sleeping there?—
Nobody answered.
Which was answer enough.
Amelie stared at him in complete betrayal while Flo burst into laughter somewhere behind them.
—You absolute snake,— she breathed out.
Lando lifted both hands defensively already smiling. —Okay, in my defense...—
—You told me we were going for a hike!—
—We are going for a hike.—
—You left out the camping part!—
Oliver snorted loudly while walking toward the entrance hallway. —I told him this was manipulative by omission actually.—
Amelie narrowed her eyes dangerously at him while crossing both arms tighter over her chest. —You planned this.—
A tiny grin tugged harder at the corner of his mouth. —Maybe a little.—
—Oh my God.—
—Baby, relax,— he laughed softly while walking closer. —It’s literally one night.—
—One night in a canyon!—
—It’s glamping technically.—
—That is just camping for rich people, Lando.—
Cisca fully bent over laughing now while Flo leaned against the kitchen counter for support.
The terrifying part was that Lando genuinely didn’t look remotely sorry.
Not even slightly.
Because beneath the betrayal written all over her face, he could already see it—that tiny spark sitting underneath her annoyance, the one that meant she was absolutely still going. Complaining dramatically, yes. Threatening his life maybe. But going.
Which only made him more pleased with himself.
Amelie pointed at him again, fully scandalized now. —You manipulated me into wilderness.—
—That sounds dramatic.—
—It’s accurate!—
He finally stepped fully into her space then, hands settling automatically against her waist while her glare remained firmly locked onto his face. The contrast between the outrage in her expression and the fact she still let him pull her closer immediately made Flo groan loudly behind them.
—You’re both unbearable actually.—
Lando ignored her entirely, attention fixed only on Amelie now while the sunlight spilling through the villa windows painted gold across the irritated flush warming her cheeks.
—You’ll have fun,— he murmured softly.
Amelie squinted at him suspiciously. —If I get bitten by something weird, I’m suing you.—
His grin widened instantly. —I’ll kiss it better.—
Oliver physically gagged near the doorway.
—No seriously, this is horrific for everybody else.—
Amelie failed to hold back her laugh that time, the sound escaping her despite the glare she was still attempting to maintain. Lando looked absurdly pleased with himself the second her expression cracked, his hands tightening slightly against her waist before he leaned down to kiss her quickly.
She kissed him back for approximately half a second before pulling away again.
—I still hate you,— she informed him.
—No you don’t.—
Unfortunately, the stupid confidence in his voice made it impossible to deny.
A few minutes later the villa finally dissolved into movement, backpacks thrown over shoulders while Flo yelled about someone forgetting sunscreen and Oliver attempted organizing water bottles like they were preparing for a military operation instead of one luxury overnight hike. The warmth outside hit immediately once the front doors opened, late afternoon sunlight stretching long across the pale stone driveway while cicadas buzzed lazily somewhere hidden amongst the dunes surrounding the property.
The black SUV waited near the entrance already packed with supplies in the trunk.
Amelie slowed slightly beside Lando as everyone started climbing inside, still processing the fact she had somehow accidentally committed herself to sleeping in the middle of Portuguese nature because her boyfriend had strategically failed to mention crucial information.
—You’re evil actually,— she muttered quietly while walking beside him.
Lando looked down at her with absolutely no remorse whatsoever. —You still came though.—
She hated how true that was.
Oliver climbed into the passenger seat beside the driver first while Flo and Cisca disappeared into the middle row behind him still arguing over hiking playlists. Lando opened the back door for Amelie dramatically afterward with one hand pressed against his chest like a gentleman, which only made her narrow her eyes harder at him before climbing inside anyway.
The leather seats felt cool against her bare legs from the air conditioning blasting softly through the car, backpacks piled beside them while Lando slid into the seat next to her a second later. The second the door shut behind him, his entire attention shifted back toward her again immediately.
Amelie noticed instantly.
—Stop staring at me like that,— she warned without looking at him directly.
—Can’t help it honestly.—
Flo gagged loudly from the row in front of them.
—We can still hear you, by the way.—
Lando leaned slightly closer toward Amelie anyway, voice lowering just enough to brush warm against her ear. —You look really fucking hot in workout clothes.—
Cisca made an offended noise immediately. —Lando!—
Amelie felt heat rush straight into her face despite herself while Lando only smiled wider at the reaction he caused.
—See?— Oliver sighed dramatically from the passenger seat. —This is exactly what I meant. We’re gonna find them making out against a rock by midnight.—
—That’s disgusting,— Flo complained.
—Statistically probable though,— Oliver added.
Amelie buried her face briefly into her hands while laughing helplessly, already knowing none of this was helping the growing realization settling deeper into her brain the further they got from the villa.
Her head slowly lifted again before she turned toward Lando very carefully.
He immediately recognized the exact moment the panic fully clicked into place behind her eyes.
The innocent smile spreading across his face afterward made her want to physically fight him.
—You’re gonna kill me,— she informed him flatly.
Lando looked completely delighted by that conclusion.
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papayagirl: AMELIE DAYMAN voluntarily hiking??? 😭
→ loveroflan: love really changes people
→ lanmeliehub: canyon climbing of all things 😭
ameliecore: this is the same girl who gets tired walking through airports btw 😭
→ goldenhouramelie: exactly
→ softamelie: athlete girlfriend era apparently
fanameliee: i just know she complained the whole way up 😭
→ cherryvibes: lovingly though
sunsetamelie: her doing sporty activities for him is actually so cute 🥹
→ goldenhouramelie: acts of love honestly
→ softclouds: relationship compromise 😭
papayadreams: somewhere cisca is laughing at amelie struggling up the canyon 😭
→ loveroflan: sibling bonding experience
amelievibes: not the girl who lives in heels climbing rocks 😭
→ cherryvibes: range queen
→ dreamygirlie: adaptable icon
fanpageamelie: lando really looked at her and said “let’s hike” 😭
→ goldenhouramelie: and she somehow agreed
→ softamelie: shocking development honestly
lanfan44: i know she was asking every five minutes if they were almost done 😭
softamelie: charlie probably had an easier time climbing than her 😭
→ goldenhouramelie: tiny athletic king
→ sunsetamelie: absolutely
ameliecentral: this relationship is just lando introducing her to every outdoor activity possible 😭
→ cherryvibes: golf, hiking, next skiing probably
papayagirl: i just know lando was holding her hand the entire time 🥹
→ loveroflan: helping her climb rocks
→ lanmeliehub: boyfriend duties
fanameliee: cisca posting this is so funny because she KNOWS the fandom knows amelie isn’t sporty 😭
→ goldenhouramelie: she’s evil for this
sunsetamelie: honestly good for her though 😭
→ cherryvibes: trying new things queen
→ dreamygirlie: character growth
amelieupdates: imagine headlining coachella and then immediately being forced to hike canyons in portugal 😭
coastallover: amelie probably thought canyon climbing meant taking pictures near rocks 😭
→ velvetroses: not actual EXERCISE
→ midnightamelie: poor girl got tricked
goldenpapaya: i know her calves are fighting for their lives tonight 😭
→ cherrysoda: immediate bed rest after this
sunflowermelie: the funniest part is her outfits are always so cute even for hiking 😭
→ lovelane: sporty but make it fashionable
→ dreamersclub: probably matching set and jewelry still on
tracksidebabe: lando’s ideal date = physical activity
amelie’s ideal date = laying horizontally somewhere
ameliezone: not cisca exposing their outdoorsy vacation agenda 😭
→ coastallover: next post gonna be kayaking probably
→ softclouds: don’t manifest that for her 😭
papayaprincesss: i just know she said “i’m literally a singer why am i climbing this” 😭
→ lanmeliefever: “this is not in my contract”
velvetamelie: she definitely made lando carry her water bottle halfway through 😭
→ starrylan: and her jacket
→ moonlightvibes: boyfriend duties never end
gridgirlypop: charlie probably ran ahead while amelie was still at the first rock 😭
→ raceweekendd: tiny athlete king
→ paddocklove: embarrassing honestly 😭
softpapaya: no because the image of her dramatically climbing a canyon is sending me 😭
→ dreamersclub: actress first always
ameliehearts: somewhere there’s definitely a video of her saying “i can’t do this anymore” 😭
→ cherrysoda: cisca PLEASE upload it
lan4worldchamp: i know lando was having the time of his LIFE 😭
→ paddockangel: outdoorsy little man
→ softfilms: meanwhile amelie fighting for survival
midnightamelie: honestly it’s cute seeing her try things outside her comfort zone 🥹
f1fairytale: this is genuinely the most retired couple activity they’ve ever done 😭
→ moonlightvibes: golf and canyon hikes in portugal
goldenhourlane: tomorrow she’s gonna post an iced coffee and stay in bed all day after this 😭
→ lovergirlie: recovery day
→ paddocklove: deserved honestly
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Night had transformed the canyon into something almost unreal.
The cliffs that had looked intimidating and endless beneath the afternoon sun now disappeared into shadows beneath the enormous Portuguese sky, the entire world reduced to silver moonlight, dark stone, and the orange glow of the bonfire crackling softly near the center of their campsite. The air had turned colder hours ago, sharp enough now that everyone had slowly started layering hoodies over tired bodies after dinner, the warmth from the fire becoming the only thing keeping the night from feeling freezing this high above the coast.
From the edge of the canyon, the view stretched endlessly.
Far below them the ocean reflected faint strips of moonlight between the cliffs, waves crashing softly somewhere in the darkness while stars covered the sky so clearly it almost didn’t feel real anymore. No city lights. No noise. Just wind moving through the rocks and laughter occasionally echoing from somewhere near the tents where Flo and Cisca were currently trying to take pictures of the sky with Oliver loudly insisting none of their photos looked “cinematic enough.”
Amelie remained closer to the fire instead.
One of the large fallen tree trunks near the bonfire had become her temporary home nearly twenty minutes earlier, her legs tucked up beneath one of the oversized hoodies she had stolen from Lando after dinner while she held both hands toward the flames trying to recover feeling in her fingers. The climb had absolutely destroyed her body in ways she planned to complain about for at least another week, every muscle aching now after hours of hiking through uneven trails and climbing over rocks and narrow paths she still wasn’t entirely convinced were safe for normal people.
Unfortunately for her dignity, she had also secretly loved it.
Not that she planned admitting that out loud anytime soon.
The fire cracked softly in front of her while sparks drifted upward into the dark sky, disappearing somewhere among the stars. The warmth against her face contrasted sharply against the cold air brushing over her bare legs beneath the hoodie, and for a while she simply sat there quietly watching the flames while everyone else moved around the campsite behind her.
The sudden feeling of soft fabric landing over her shoulders pulled her gently from her thoughts.
Amelie turned just in time to see Lando climbing over the tree trunk beside her, one hand balancing himself lazily before he dropped down next to her with a quiet grunt, the blanket he had tossed over her shoulders moments earlier now wrapping warmly around her body.
His hoodie sleeves were pushed halfway up his forearms, curls slightly messy from the wind and the long day, cheeks flushed from the cold and the firelight painting gold against his skin. He looked unfairly attractive in this environment too, which honestly felt deeply disrespectful considering she had nearly died climbing here.
Lando leaned sideways immediately after sitting down, pressing a soft kiss against the top of her head before settling beside her comfortably.
—You have to admit,— he murmured smugly against her hair, —the climbing wasn’t actually that bad.—
Amelie slowly turned her head toward him with the flattest stare she could physically manage.
Lando lasted approximately two seconds before laughing quietly beneath his breath.
Her own expression cracked immediately afterward anyway, a reluctant smile pulling at her mouth despite herself while she pulled the blanket tighter around her shoulders.
—My legs are literally shaking still,— she muttered.
—But you survived.—
—Barely.—
—You loved it.—
—Okay, now don’t get crazy.—
His grin widened immediately.
The wind shifted softly around them, moving through the canyon while the bonfire continued crackling in front of their feet. Somewhere behind them Flo yelled at Oliver for ruining another picture while Cisca laughed loud enough for the sound to echo slightly against the rocks surrounding the campsite.
Amelie rested lightly against Lando’s shoulder after a moment, both of them falling into comfortable silence while they looked up toward the stars stretched endlessly above them.
The sky looked impossibly clear out here.
Monaco never looked like this.
Neither did London. Or New York. Or race weekends filled with artificial lights and noise and cameras and schedules. Out here the stars felt close enough to touch, scattered endlessly across the darkness while cold air brushed softly against their skin and the fire warmed the front of their bodies.
Lando’s fingers absentmindedly traced slowly up and down her thigh beneath the blanket while she rested against him quietly, exhaustion from the day finally settling properly into her bones now that everything had slowed down.
His voice eventually broke the silence softer than before.
—Why didn’t you tell me?—
Amelie frowned slightly without looking away from the fire. —Tell you what?—
Lando glanced down toward her briefly. —About the conversation with my dad.—
The words made her body tense almost imperceptibly.
Not enough for anyone else to notice.
Enough for him to feel it immediately beneath his arm.
Amelie lifted her head slowly toward him now, surprise flickering across her face. —Your mum told you?—
Lando nodded once.
The firelight reflected softly in his eyes while he looked back toward the flames again, his expression calmer than she expected considering the first reaction she imagined him having to finding out.
Amelie swallowed quietly before looking back toward the fire too. —I didn’t want you getting upset with him,— she admitted softly after a second. —Because he wasn’t mean, Lan. He really wasn’t.—
—I know,— Lando answered quietly. —Mum explained.—
The canyon fell quiet around them again for another few seconds, the sound of wind moving through the cliffs blending softly with the fire crackling near their feet.
Amelie pulled the blanket slightly higher around herself before speaking again. —He just made me realize some things maybe.—
Lando’s hand slid slowly from her thigh toward her waist beneath the blanket, fingers resting there gently while he listened.
—You spend so much time with my family,— she continued softly. —You always make the effort with everyone. Holidays. Random weekends. Dinner with Stella and Checo. Trips to Mérida. You became part of everything so naturally and I just… I don’t know. I started thinking maybe I haven’t done the same enough with yours.—
Lando looked down at her immediately.
The guilt still lingering quietly beneath her voice made something ache painfully inside his chest.
He leaned closer instinctively, one hand sliding up to cup the side of her face gently, thumb brushing slowly against her cheekbone while the firelight flickered warmly around them.
—Baby,— he murmured softly. —None of that is your responsibility alone.—
Amelie looked at him quietly.
Lando exhaled slowly through his nose before continuing. —You didn’t pull me away from anyone. I made my own choices.— His fingers moved gently through a loose strand of hair near her face. —You became my favorite place to be. That’s not something you did wrong.—
Her chest tightened slightly at the words.
The honesty in his voice always affected her more than she knew how to explain.
Lando leaned closer again, forehead brushing lightly against hers now while the rest of the world faded softly into background noise around them.
—People have to understand something too,— he admitted quieter now. —We’re trying to build our own life. Our own family in some way.—
The word settled warmly between them.
Family.
Not hypothetical.
Not distant.
Something real enough now that neither of them even questioned saying it anymore.
Lando’s thumb brushed slowly across her cheek again. —Of course I miss them sometimes. I wanna see them more. But you’re my priority now, Ames.— His mouth curved faintly against hers before kissing her softly once. —Especially because we don’t get normal time together like most people do. Half our lives happen in airports and hotel rooms and race weekends. So yeah… when I get free time, I wanna spend it with you.—
Amelie kissed him back slowly, one hand sliding gently against the side of his neck beneath the hoodie while the fire warmed their skin.
The kiss lingered there softly between them for several seconds, slow and warm and familiar beneath the cold canyon air, the kind of kiss that felt less about urgency and more about reassurance. Amelie’s fingers curled gently against the back of his neck while Lando leaned into her instinctively, his hand still cupping her cheek as the bonfire crackled quietly a few feet away, orange light flickering across both their faces every time the wind shifted through the campsite. Somewhere behind them Flo burst into loud laughter over something Oliver said, the sound echoing faintly against the cliffs before disappearing back into the night, but neither of them looked away from each other.
Lando kissed her again after a second, softer this time, barely brushing his mouth against hers before pulling back just enough for their foreheads to rest together. His nose nudged lightly against hers while his thumb continued moving absentmindedly along her cheekbone in slow motions that made her chest ache painfully with affection.
—You know what the funniest part is?— he murmured quietly.
Amelie blinked up at him beneath the firelight. —What?—
A tiny smile pulled at the corner of his mouth. —You’ve spent like three days spiraling over this while my family’s been obsessed with you the entire trip.—
That made her snort softly despite herself.
—That’s literally not true.—
—Baby, my mum has shown Sav three different pictures of you and Charlie already.—
Amelie laughed quietly now, shaking her head once against his hand. —Okay, that’s mostly because Charlie’s cute.—
—No, trust me. They unfortunately like you too.—
Her smile softened immediately afterward though, something more vulnerable settling behind her eyes now while she looked at him beneath the glow of the fire. The cold air had turned the tip of her nose slightly pink, curls escaping messily around her face beneath the hood of his sweatshirt, and Lando genuinely didn’t think he had ever loved someone this much in his entire life.
Not in the overwhelming dramatic way movies always portrayed it.
Something quieter.
More permanent.
Like his body had stopped knowing how to exist comfortably anywhere she wasn’t.
Amelie looked down briefly toward the fire before speaking again, her voice smaller now. —I just don’t ever want your family feeling like I took you away from them.—
Lando’s expression softened instantly.
His hand slid from her cheek into her hair, fingers slipping gently beneath loose curls while he leaned closer again until their noses brushed lightly together.
—Ames,— he murmured quietly. —Nobody took me anywhere. I went because I wanted to.—
Her eyes lifted back toward his.
The honesty in his face made her chest tighten all over again.
Lando exhaled softly through his nose before continuing, his voice calm and steady in the way it always became whenever he talked about things that actually mattered to him. —I love my family. That’s never gonna change. But loving them doesn’t somehow mean I love you less or that I have to split myself into percentages between people.— His fingers brushed slowly through her hair again. —You’re my partner. You’re the person I wanna come home to. That’s different.—
The fire popped loudly beside them, sparks drifting upward into the dark sky before disappearing somewhere among the stars.
Amelie stayed quiet, listening carefully while his words settled somewhere deep inside her chest.
Lando tilted his head slightly, studying her face. —Communication matters though,— he admitted softer now. —If you start worrying about something like this again, tell me. Don’t sit there suffering silently while planning secret family vacations to compensate.—
Amelie’s eyes narrowed immediately despite the warmth still lingering between them, though the corner of her mouth betrayed her almost instantly.
—Secret family vacations?— she repeated softly.
Lando grinned against her forehead. —You literally researched half of southern Europe in one afternoon.—
A quiet laugh escaped her before she hid part of her face against the collar of his hoodie, embarrassed he somehow always noticed everything. The firelight flickered softly across the canyon walls around them while the cold wind continued brushing through the campsite, carrying the scent of smoke and ocean salt through the night air.
—I was trying to be thoughtful,— she defended weakly.
—You were trying to emotionally organize everyone’s schedules because my dad made one comment during golf.—
Her head lifted immediately. —Okay, when you say it like that, it sounds insane.—
—Because it is a little insane.—
Amelie gasped quietly in offense.
Lando burst into soft laughter before leaning forward to kiss her again, quick this time, smiling directly against her mouth while she tried failing very hard not to smile too.
The warmth between them settled back comfortably afterward, both of them leaning into each other while the bonfire crackled lower beside the fallen tree trunk.
Amelie watched the flames quietly for another second before mumbling against his shoulder, —Your nieces scare me a little.—
Lando snorted softly. —Why?—
—Mila looked me dead in the eyes earlier and asked if I was gonna marry you one day.—
The grin on his face appeared instantly.
—And what did you say?—
Amelie pointed accusingly at him. —I panicked.—
His laughter warmed her cheek where she rested against him. —Baby, she’s six.—
—Exactly. Six-year-olds are terrifying because they ask things with zero shame.—
Lando shook his head affectionately before kissing the top of her hair again, his fingers slipping beneath the blanket to rub slowly against her thigh while the fire reflected gold in his eyes.
—Imagine how bad I’m gonna be when we have kids then,— he joked lazily.
The words slipped out so naturally neither of them reacted immediately.
Amelie blinked once before slowly tilting her head upward toward him, amusement beginning to spread across her face. —Oh? So now we’re having kids?—
Lando looked completely unbothered.
Actually, worse.
He looked like he had already considered it.
—Two,— he answered casually.
Amelie stared at him.
—You answered that way too fast.—
—Because I already know.—
Her eyebrows lifted higher immediately. —You already know?—
The smug little smile pulling at the corner of his mouth only widened now beneath the firelight. —Yeah.—
Amelie let out a quiet disbelieving laugh, shifting slightly so she could look at him properly now beneath the stars. —Okay then. Apparently we’ve skipped several life steps while I wasn’t paying attention.—
Lando shrugged lazily. —I’m efficient.—
—That’s actually concerning.—
—No, listen,— he continued completely serious now, like this conversation made perfect sense to him in the middle of a canyon at one in the morning. —Two kids. One girl first because I know for a fact she’d destroy me emotionally.—
Amelie laughed softly immediately.
—You’d cry the first time she called you dad.—
—I absolutely would,— he admitted shamelessly. —Then probably another one after because I refuse to be outnumbered by you two permanently.—
Her chest tightened stupidly at how easy he said it.
Not joking entirely.
Not hypothetical in the distant impossible sense either.
Just… natural.
Like somewhere in his brain, a future with her already existed so clearly he spoke about it without hesitation.
The fire cracked softly between them while Lando continued absently tracing circles against her thigh beneath the blanket, his voice quieter now.
—Charlie’s still gonna be alive obviously,— he added thoughtfully. —Probably old and dramatic by then.—
Amelie snorted. —Benny’s definitely gonna hate the children.—
Lando laughed quietly beneath his breath, his forehead falling lightly against hers again while the stars stretched endlessly above them.
—Big house somewhere warm,— he continued softer now, eyes drifting toward the canyon view in front of them like he could already picture it. —Near the ocean maybe. Enough space for dogs and cats and your ridiculous amount of plants you forget to water.—
—I do not forget to water them.—
—Ames, one literally died last month.—
—That was heatstroke.—
His grin widened immediately.
Amelie watched him carefully now, the firelight dancing softly across his face while he spoke so casually about things most people would probably be terrified to even mention out loud. Future house. Kids. Pets. Family.
Like loving her had already settled into permanence somewhere inside him.
—Seems like you’ve thought about this a lot,— she murmured softly.
Lando looked back toward her then.
Really looked at her.
The teasing softened slowly out of his face afterward, something steadier replacing it beneath the glow of the fire. The noise around the campsite faded strangely in that moment, reduced to distant laughter and wind and the ocean somewhere far below the cliffs while his hand moved gently upward beneath the blanket until his fingers rested against her jaw.
His expression turned almost painfully sincere.
—With you?— he said quietly.
Amelie’s breath caught slightly.
Lando brushed his thumb slowly across her cheek, eyes never leaving hers.
—I’ll always have everything planned.—
The honesty in his voice hit harder than the words themselves.
Not overwhelming.
Not dramatic.
Certain.
Like somewhere inside himself he had already built entire years around her existence without even realizing he’d done it.
Amelie stared at him for a second longer beneath the stars, chest aching so badly with love it almost hurt, before she leaned forward and kissed him softly again.
Lando kissed her back immediately, one hand slipping deeper into her hair while the other stayed warm against her face, the fire crackling beside them and the canyon stretching endlessly beneath the moonlight around them.
Somewhere behind them, Oliver’s exhausted voice suddenly echoed through the campsite.
—If you two start making out properly, I’m pushing both of you off the cliff.—
Amelie burst into laughter directly against Lando’s mouth while he groaned dramatically into the kiss, not even bothering looking back toward the tents.
—You’re ruining a very important emotional moment,— Lando yelled back flatly.
—Nobody wants emotional moments from horny rich people at one in the morning,— Oliver answered immediately.
Flo’s laughter echoed loudly through the canyon a second later.
Amelie hid her face against Lando’s shoulder still laughing softly while he muttered something deeply offended beneath his breath, though the smile refusing to leave his face gave him away completely.
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sun streamed through the thin blinds of your bedroom, casting a glow on the scene unfolding. what had begun as a normal morning between the two of you had quickly turned into a lazy makeout session, your body perching on top of his lap. lando’s hands tighten their hold on your waist as you snuggle in more, his pulse hammering in his chest at the sight of your bare shoulder from your night shirt slipping to the side. he leans forward, pressing a tender kiss to your collarbone before he pulls back, his eyes scanning your face. "look at me, love."
you look at him, his gaze intense and warming as you smile at him. "what?" you ask quietly, a soft flush coating your cheeks at your shared proximity. it never seemed to get old, no matter how many mornings you woke up with your legs tangled together, your fingers carding through his curls.
a smile appears on his face, his thumbs brushing soothing circles onto the bare skin of your waist. “i want to make this morning all about you. wanna make it good for you, love.” he watches your reactions as his hands explore your body, slowly mapping out your curves as you shiver from the touch. his touch is unhurried and gentle, as if he has all the time in the world to worship you. “you’re beautiful,” he murmurs, voice still rough with sleep and a building desire.
"lando..." you breathe out, eyes sliding shut as his fingers caress you gently, swallowing thickly at the tenderness of the action.
his touches become bold as he feels your body practically melt against him, his hands sliding up to cup your tits fully. he leans in, capturing your lips in a deep kiss. your hands slide up over his bare chest, wrapping around his shoulders as you kiss him back. you can’t help the small noise that leaves you as you felt his tongue against your lips, opening up to let him in deeper. he breaks the kiss only to trail his lips down your neck, pressing soft, open-mouthed kisses against your skin. “tell me what you want. what do you want me to do?”
"anything." you whisper, feeling goosebumps rise on your skin at the intensity in his eyes. "just touch me."
he grins against your collarbone, his hands squeezing your tits gently before he finds your nipples, rolling and pinching them between his fingers until you’re squirming in his lap, breath coming in short little gasps. “you like that?” he purrs, his voice low. you let out a whimper, whining quietly as your hips make contact with his, the little bit of clothing you have between your bodies feeling like it was in the way at this point. “what do you need, sweetheart?” lando asks, pressing another kiss to your neck, sucking the skin into his mouth to leave a small bruise.
"need you." you mumble against his lips, rolling your hips down languidly into his. "keep touching me, please..." you plead softly, arching into the touch.
“i’ll keep touching you, love. just tell me what you need from me.” lando’s hands leave your body to tug at your shirt, pulling it over your head before tossing it haphazardly across the room. he leans back to admire you, drinking in the sight of your flushed face and the goosebumps rising as the cool air met your heated skin. “you’re so fucking pretty, blushing all for me,” the air in the room was cool, and you couldn’t help the soft whines that left you as his fingers continued to knead the soft skin of your breasts, thumbs dragging over your nipples.
you blushed at the praise flowing from his lips, pressing your bare chest to his as your fingers dug into his back, a silent request for him to be as close to you as possible. he complies with the request, wrapping his arms around you and holding you close. he buries his face in the crook of your neck, inhaling your scent deeply as he continues to grind up into you, the friction making you both whimper. "such a pretty girl, being so good for me, hm?"
you let out a desperate keen as he continued to shower you in praise, feeling how hard he was pressed against your core. "lan.."
lando brings his teeth to nip at your neck more, his hands sliding down to grip your ass and pull your hips against him. “tell me what you need..” he says again, the vibrations of his voice making goosebumps rise as he licked a line up the side of your neck. “whatever you want, you’ll get. i promise, darling.” he flips your positions, laying you down underneath him, pressing kisses onto your chest and torso as he makes his way lower.
your eyes roll back and you arch up into his teasing crawl up your body. "fuck..." you breathe out, whimpering as he kisses up to your breasts, sucking a hardened peak into his mouth as his fingers tease the other. lando's touches become gentler, his fingers slowly trailing down your body to reach the hem of your underwear. he looks up at you, silently asking for permission as he pauses his touches. "can i take these off, love?"
"please." you beg quietly, heat flaring through your body as he grins, pulling the thin fabric down your legs with trails of kisses down your thighs.
he tosses your underwear aside, his hands parting your thighs to settle between them. he looks up at you from between your thighs, his breath hot against your core as he speaks. "so ready for me, love." his fingers gently part your folds, slowly stroking a single digit over your dripping heat. "so wet.."
you let out a hitched moan, head falling back onto the mattress as his fingers touched you everywhere you needed him to. you knew you were practically pleading for his touch, eyes flying open as he pressed an open-mouthed kiss to your clit, choking on a cry. he quickly sucks the sensitive bud into his mouth, his tongue swirling in maddening circles as his fingers tease your entrance. his eyes lock onto yours as he eats you out, his free hand pressing against your stomach to hold you in place.
"lan..." you gasp out, one of your hands going to tangle through the mess of curls on his head. "please, fuck, i..." you ramble, legs trembling at the feeling of him eating you out.
lando ignores your rambling, his mouth never leaving your clit as he worships you. he slowly pushes two fingers into your pussy, curling and scissoring them inside as he eats you out. the sound of his hungry eating and your desperate whimpers fill the room, a lewd and sinful cacophony.
"please, i.." you choked out, arching up into his fingers and mouth as you pull on his curls, feeling him moan deliciously against your core. "fuck lan." lando's free hand reached up to pinch your clit between his fingers, rolling it between his thumb and forefinger as he continued to finger fuck you with his other hand. you let out a desperate cry, his hands everywhere you needed them to be, legs shaking as they tried to close around his head. "i-i'm close, please don't stop, baby.. please.." you plead, head thrown back as your breath hitches.
he hums against your core, his tongue pressing flat against your folds as he eagerly laps up whatever you’ll give him. his fingers curl up to stroke against your front wall, his rhythm unchanging as he continues to push you closer to the edge, practically grinning against you as he feels your legs shaking. you couldn’t help the noises that left you as his fingers caressed your inner walls, hips twitching against the hold he kept on your legs.
"lan!" you cry, the groans and movement of his head driving you wild as you tug more on his hair, grinding up onto his tongue and fingers. "so good to me.." you whine, feeling your orgasm at its tipping point, desperate to get off.
lando sucks your clit back into his mouth, his tongue flicking against the sensitive bud as his fingers continue to curl in you. he looks up at you, his eyes dark with desire as he feels your legs tremble and your body tense up, knowing he has you right on the edge, so close to crumbling beneath him. the sight of your eyes squeezing shut, legs shaking and hands gripping whatever they could never failed to make him turned on, rutting lazily against the mattress to get some relief for his aching length.
you let out a loud moan as your orgasm barrels into you, legs trying to squeeze against the sides of his head as you came hard, your juices flooding onto his fingers. his fingers and mouth never let up, working you beautifully through your release.
as you came down from your high, he pulls back with a satisfied grin, his face practically dripping with your juices. he brings his soaked fingers to his mouth, sucking them clean as he admires you, panting and boneless below him. "you taste so good for me, love." your hips twitch slightly as you stare up at him, licking your lips at the sinful sight of the wetness on his face from you. you let out a whine at his actions, watching his fingers disappear into his mouth as he sucks them clean.
lando's eyes never leave yours, his thumb brushing against your sensitive clit. he can see the desperation and longing in your eyes, and it only fuels his hunger for you. "you look so pretty for me. all blissed out from just my mouth and fingers, hm? wonder how you’d look getting fucked dumb on my cock.” you can't imagine how you look below him, mind still reeling from your first orgasm as his fingers lightly brush over your core. the soft touches make your head spin, feeling yourself clenching around nothing as he observes you, a lazy grin on his face.
"y-yes..." you respond, breath hitching as you watch him dry his face with a part of the disheveled sheet, leaning down to kiss his way up your body again. "lando, please..."
lando smiles against your skin, his lips tracing up to your neck as he murmurs, "please what, love? tell me what you need." his hands roam your body, teasing your thighs and stomach as he waits for your response, his own arousal making him want to slide right into your wet heat.
"i wanna feel you." you whimper, laying your head to the side as he kisses and nips at your skin, a shiver running through your pliant form. a low groan rumbles in his chest at your words, his hands coming to grip your hips possessively. "i want to feel your perfect little body wrapped around my cock." he presses his hardness against your thigh, letting you feel how much he wants you, how much you turn him on.
you nod desperately, breath hitching as you feel him shamelessly grinding into your thigh. "please, lando..." you beg, moaning as his thumbs crested over your tits again, teasing you with light touches.
lando's hands continue to roam your body, his touch firm yet gentle as he continues to tease and taunt you. "please what, hm? tell me exactly what you want from me. wanna be good for you, baby." your breath hitches as he speaks, his admission that he wanted to be good for you making heat flare through you. his soft dominance in the moment was overwhelming your senses, licking your lips as your hands curled into his hair, pulling him further into the crook of your neck. "want you to roll over, wanna ride you..." you whisper, arousal flaring through your body as you hear him whimper into your neck.
"fuck... ride me, then. sit on my cock and show me how much you need it." he rolls onto his back, pulling you with him, his length sliding against your drenched folds. you moan openly at the feeling, grinding your hips up and down on the length of his dick, coating him in your arousal. you can’t help the whimpers that leave you, hips stuttering desperately as the thick head of him keeps nudging against your clit with every roll of your hips.
lando watches through hooded eyes as you writhe on top of him, his hips lifting to meet yours lazily. "you look so beautiful like that, babe... grinding on my lap like you just can't get enough."
you whine at his words, the push of his cock rolling against your clit sending thrums of pleasure through you, your hands digging into the bed by his shoulders as you lean over him. when his hands reach to tease your nipples again, your hips jolt forward, a strangled cry leaving you. his hands continue their caressing touches until they settle on your hips again.
lando's hands grip your hips tighter as he guides you, encouraging you to grind harder against him. "that's it, love, use me. take what you need from me." his head falls back against the pillow, a low moan escaping him as your soaked heat slides along his aching length. you let out small whimpers as you feel yourself clench around nothing, another orgasm creeping up on you as the rhythm of your hips stutter, collapsing onto your elbows as you kiss him desperately, a hand going to tangle in his hair again. he can feel the way your body is tensing against him, your little moans filling the space between kisses. "come for me... keep grinding that pretty little cunt down on me. such a dirty girl for me."
you let out a high-pitched sob, continuing to roll your hips as your orgasm slams into you, your arousal coating his length even more as you chase the pleasure, head resting against his as your eyes squeeze shut. your hips continue to roll and grind down into him, riding the intensity of the moment out.
his hands roam over your back as you ride out your release, tracing up and down your spine as he soothes you through it. his own body tenses as you coat him, his cock twitching with desperate need at the sight of your shameless grinding against him. "look so pretty rubbing that pussy on me, does it feel good, darling?" he purrs. he's so turned on he's hurting, but wants nothing more than to keep making you fall apart for him over and over again.
"yeah..." you breathe out, slowing your hips down as the pleasure borders on overstimulation, swallowing thickly. you kiss him through your little pants of breath, gasping as he runs his hands over your body, letting one rest lightly around your throat.
“such a good little slut, falling apart so pretty for me..” lando tightens his hand around your throat, applying just enough pressure to make you feel his dominance as he keeps his eyes locked on yours. "now, i want you to stay like this, hm? keep those pretty hips pressed against mine, and don't move until i say you can. can you do that for me?"
you let your eyes roll back at the pressure on your throat as you nod wordlessly, not knowing what to anticipate as he presses a kiss to the corner of your mouth. he holds you in place, his hand still wrapped around your throat, his other hand sliding between the two of you, grabbing his cock and pressing the thick head against your entrance. you inhale sharply, eyes snapping open to look down at him, whining as you see the hunger in his eyes and the grin on his face.
"just feel it, baby," lando whispers, his hand around your throat tightening slightly as he pushes into your sensitive cunt. he wants to savor every inch, wants to watch your face as he stretches you around his length, inch by agonizing inch.
your eyes slip shut as you feel him slide into you, inch after torturous inch. "lando please..." you choke out, trying to push your hips down to make him sheathe himself inside you quicker, gasping as he slaps your thigh.
"patience, darling," he muses, slapping your thigh again before giving your hip a gentle squeeze. he pulls back until just the head of his cock is inside you, then pushes back in slowly, his grip on your throat and hip unyielding as he sets a torturously slow pace. the slow drag of his length inside you is brutal as you tried to keep still, hips wanting to grind down onto him desperately. "fuck, please," you whine, head dropping back as he continued to push himself in and out of you.
lando grins up at you, his pace unhurried as he continues to stretch you inch by inch. "so needy, hm? you sound like an absolute angel begging for me," he hums, his thumb still stroking over your hip. "what do you need, darling? want me to slow it down more for you?"
you cut your eyes down at him, nostrils flaring. "don't you dare." you choke out, the air leaving your lungs when he suddenly slams fully into you, your back arching deliciously. one of the things you loved about him was that he could go from worshipping your body to treating you like you were nothing more than a sex toy for his pleasure, the two extremes making you dizzy.
"there's my girl... such a pretty face scrunched up in frustration," he taunts, his voice low as he slowly pushes in, his hips rolling upwards to meet yours with slow deliberation. your pleas were strained as he bottoms out again, holding you firmly against him.
“please, i need you,” you beg, eyes looking down at his grin, his movements unhurried.
"need me to do what, love?" lando's grin widens, his eyes locked onto yours as he finally begins to thrust into you. his pace is slow, measured, and designed to drive you mad with want. he feels your fingers tighten in his hair and your breathing hitch with each slow push forward into your heat.
you cry out, the slow drag of his length in and out of your cunt maddening, making you squirm on his lap to try and get anything more, anything to dull the intensity of the moment, wanting to just be fucked senseless.
"told you to be patient, darling," lando purrs, his thrusts gradually picking up speed. he could feel your resistance melting away, your body beginning to accommodate his pace as he starts to fuck you with long, slow strokes. "look at you, squirming so pretty on my lap..." he mutters, his own breath coming a bit heavier as he struggles to maintain his control, wanting nothing more than to flip you over and fuck you hard into the mattress until you were screaming.
you let out a hum at the rhythm picking up slightly, squeezing around his cock as it moves in and out of you, still not nearly fast enough to be satisfying with the intensity of the moment. "thought you said you were going to take care of me, not fuck me to sleep." you got bold as your frustrations built, talking back to see his reaction.
the payoff was instantaneous, his expression immediately darkening as his hands tightened their hold on you, his pace not changing. "oh, you're playing a dangerous game, darling..." he growls, his voice low and menacing as his hand tightens around your throat, pulling your face to his.
"yeah?" you muse, a breathless grin on your face as you stare down at him with a slight challenge in your eyes. "what're you gonna do about it, darling?"
you loved riling him up, the ruthless pounding you got as ‘punishment’ making your whole body shudder in anticipation. teasing him was your way to disobey, loving when his dominant side would rear its head and fuck you into submission underneath him.
"keep testing me and you'll find out... i can keep you like this, desperate and bratty, all day and night, you know," he murmurs, one of his hands roaming up and down your side, his touch gentle as he continues to slowly thrust into you. his hand on your neck never left, and you felt the subtle twitching of his fingers, like he wanted to dig in until you were gasping for air. "if i had to guess you were trying to get me to snap, hm?"
you shrug, eyes slipping shut as you roll your hips against his, disobeying again. "are you that close to snapping already?" you hum, looking down at him with a lilting grin. the taunting drove him mad, but he knew the game you were trying to play.
lando's eyes flash with anger, his grip on your throat tightening as he suddenly stops moving altogether, his cock still buried to the hilt inside you. "i am so close to losing my fucking mind with you," he growls, his voice trembling with unbridled restraint as he looks up at you. "that's what you want though, isn't it? you want me to take control and fuck you senseless, treat you like my cock-drunk whore?"
your eyes roll as you clench down on his cock, his words stirring a fire in your core. "i don't know what you're talking about." you muse, grinding your hips in a circle as best you could against his punishing grip on you.
lando chuckles darkly, his hands sliding off your body, pulling them to rest behind his head. "if you think i’m not doing a good enough job for you, then do it yourself princess..." he purrs, grinning at the expression on your face as he pulls away from you, his dick twitching inside you.
"wh-" your eyes widen as you look down at him, reclining as if he didn't have a care in the world. "lando." you breathe out, rolling your hips lightly to see if he'd do anything.
he watches your face, his grin widening at your shocked look. "go on, sit up and ride me properly, if you think you can do better," he offers, laying back against the pillows.
you feel your cheeks flush, embarrassed as he watches you desperately try to grind and lift your hips to make yourself feel as good as you knew he could. "lando, come on, i was just teasing." you whine quietly, whimpering in frustration as you couldn't get the rhythm you needed. his grin turns cruel as he watches you struggle, his hand coming up to wrap around his own throat, applying just a bit of pressure, eyes staring into yours as your breath hitches watching him touch himself.
"teasing is one thing, darling, but you were being so bratty. brats don't get what they want, do they?"
you whine in frustration, hips picking up speed as you fuck yourself onto his length, but nothing felt as good as when his hands were all over you. "lan, come on, i know you want to touch me."
"i want you to ride me properly, without complaining or trying to dictate how i should fuck you," he corrects, his eyes never leaving yours. "that bratty little mouth of yours would look so much better stuffed full of my cock, you think?"
you choke on a moan as you try to increase the speed of your bouncing, whining desperately for anything he would give you, trying to grab at his hands and pull them to your chest. the nonchalant attitude written all over him makes your throat dry, swallowing thickly as you try to get him to touch you however you can.
"mmmm, desperate already?" he taunts as you whine and moan, retracting his hands from your grip as he slides them behind his head and out of your reach. "such a needy little thing, aren't you? begging for my touch like a bitch in heat."
"lando,” your eyes roll as he talks, every word sending a thrill through you, you shift the angle, able to get more speed with your bounces, but cry in frustration at the lack of his hands on your body.
his grin turns lazy, his hips rising to meet yours, matching your rhythm perfectly. "you're so close, aren't you? gonna come all over my lap like a good girl?" his voice drips with mockery, his eyes glinting with amusement at your struggle. you sob desperately at his teasing tone, needing something more as you feel your orgasm starting to fester. lando's dick twitches inside of you as you ground your hips down, whimpering and pleading for him to do something.
"oh, darling, you need more? from what i can tell, you're doing a good enough job," his hands remain firmly behind his head, his hips rising to meet yours perfectly. "what is it you need more of, hmm? use your words for me."
your face flushes at his teasing tone, fingers digging into where they were resting on his chest, eyes screwing shut in frustration. "lan, come on," you groan, biting your lip as you tried to keep up your pace on his lap.
"you're not quite begging yet.." lando drawls, his voice lazy as he watches your face contort with need. "and you're slowing down.." he sighs, his hips rising to meet yours more forcefully, encouraging you to move faster.
you let out a broken moan as he pushes his hips up once into you, encouraging you to keep up your pace. "lan, please, i can't..." you grit out, embarrassment making your cheeks burn at being ordered into submission. "please, just.. please fuck me, baby, i need you.”
"there we go, darling. that's a proper begging," lando purrs, his hands finally leaving his head to wrap around your waist and grip you tightly. "want me to fuck you how i want? want me to ruin you?" he grins up at you as your eyes roll and he grips your hips, pistoning his length in and out of you.
you let him hold you as your back arches and your eyes roll, letting out little breathy whines as his hips meet yours. "want you to.. to fuck me into this mattress, p-please," you stutter out, his thrusts making your brain short circuit. you cry out, feeling close to the edge of another orgasm with the added stimulation.
"that's it, pretty girl. beg for it." lando praises, his hips slamming up into you with vigor. "fuck, you look so pretty when you're begging, darling. so fucking desperate for my cock, aren’t you?"
you whine desperately as he fucks into you, muffled moans leaving you as your body rocks with his thrusts, your lips pressing into a thin line. you beg him for more without hesitation, teary eyes looking down at him as he grins up at your fucked-out expression.
"more? you want more?" lando laughs, his hands grabbing your hips and pulling you off of him, turning to shove your face into the mattress. "then you're gonna get it, love. i'm gonna fuck you so well, you’ll be begging for more." he growls, pulling you up by your hips as he slid back in with a groan, starting up a brutal pace.
you let out a strangled moan as you try to raise onto your hands and knees, but his hands find your back, shoving your face into the mattress. "please, lan," you sob, your voice muffled by the sheets.
his hands grip your hips tightly as he starts to fuck into you with reckless abandon. "just take it, darling. take my fucking cock like the good slut you are and scream into the mattress." he grunts, his hips slamming against you with a force that makes you dizzy. the sound of skin slapping against skin fills the room, mingling with your desperate moans and his ragged breaths. he groans, his pace starting to stutter as he gets closer to his own release. "you're all mine, aren't you? this pretty little cunt is just made for my dick. my good, perfect bratty slut." his mixture of praise and degradation sends you reeling, your hands curling into the sheets by your head, knuckles turning white.
"please," you gasp out, your whimpers and cries muffled by the mattress. "please, lando, i'm so close, please-"
"what was that, darling?" he taunts, his grin growing again as his voice drips with amusement and mockery. "i can't hear you over those pathetic little sounds you're making." one of his hands reaches down to your hair, lacing his fingers through and pulling as he makes you arch your back, head lifting off of the mattress.
"lan, please please- i need it so bad, need to come, please." you beg, your mind trying to form a coherent sentence and failing miserably as he continues to fuck you in earnest.
lando chuckles darkly, amused by your desperate pleas. "oh, you need it that badly, huh?" he doesn't slow his relentless pace, his cock hitting deeper with each thrust. "just take it, pretty girl. you're gonna take everything i give you and fucking thank me for it, aren’t you?”
your mind is fuzzy with the lust-filled haze you're in, fingers digging into the sheets below you as you let out a quick and desperate moan every time he thrusts in. you're at his mercy, eyes rolling as he thrusts in over and over, the head of his cock dragging deliciously inside of you.
"that's it, darling, moan for me." his voice is rough with lust, his breath coming in harsh pants as he pounds into you. "you're mine, remember that. my pretty little fucking toy." you let out a desperate cry as his hand reaches around to rub maddeningly slow circles into your clit, a stark contrast to the speed of his thrusts. the pleasure racing through your body makes your legs shake, almost giving out before he grips your hip, keeping you up. "fuck, that's the spot, isn't it?" lando groans as he feels your pussy flutter around his cock, your approaching orgasm making you impossibly tight around him. "come on, darling. come for me, milk my cock dry. let me fill that pretty cunt up."
you feel yourself crumble almost instantaneously, crying as your whole body trembles with the force of your orgasm ripping through you. your walls flutter as you clench around him, screaming into the mattress. lando growls in satisfaction, his own release hitting him hard as he feels your pussy squeeze around his cock. he thrusts into you a few more times before stilling, his cock twitching as he fills you with his release. "fuck... you're so fucking good for me. such a good girl, letting me use this perfect little body however i want."
you're panting, body limp and languid on the bed as he pulls out, making you whine. you feel his release leaking out of you, your cheeks flushing darkly at the feeling. lando smiles to himself, watching as you lay there, spent and shaking. he reaches out to wipe the tears from your face, his thumb gentle against your cheek. "such a good girl, taking everything i give you and loving every second of it." he muses. his fingers run across your core, chuckling to himself as you jolt at the touch. he gathers his release leaking out of you, bringing the slick-coated digits to your face. "open up,"
you roll on your side, staring up at him with fucked-out eyes as your mouth falls open, a muffled moan leaving you as he pushes his fingers in, the pads dragging over your tongue. he watches with rapt attention as you clean them off, a lazy grin on your face as he pulls them out clean. "there's my good girl." his hands grab your hips as he pulls you onto your back, his face hovering above yours as he cages you in with his arms, leaning down to kiss you deeply.
you reach up to tangle your hands in his hair, kissing him back as you sigh. you'd never felt more satiated and relaxed after sex before, but this was exquisite. his kiss is languid, a stark contrast to the passionate roughness of his movements earlier. he pulls back, nuzzling into your neck as he presses more kisses there, licking over the bite he left earlier.
“you did so well for me, love. but i don’t think i’m done with you yet..."
i don't know if i want sfw or nsfw for my lando request. i need motivation for exam season that's coming up. maybe he surprises me by visiting me? maybe he brings gifts or he IS the gift? i miss lando. come back lando. i need you.
thinking about… lando norris helping you clear your head during finals season
note: i have so many tests and assignments due these next few weeks i rly should NOT be writing reqs. oh well! i also miss lando but hey at least he got a podium in miami (better than nothing) ٩(ˊᗜˋ )و hope u love this, nonnie, and ty for requesting !!
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you’ve been revising for so long, you swear you can see words from the textbook floating around if you stare at a blank wall.
you’re taking notes and annotating and reviewing lectures and going through readings, and you’re miserable, but unfortunately, you’re not waist deep in student debt for fun, so you have to just keep studying.
your phone starts buzzing from somewhere on the desk. no. maybe on the floor? fuck.
you scramble around to find it before voicemail gets there first.
you finally find it on your bed, under a pile of clothes, probably thrown there haphazardly while you were searching for something else. a glance at the caller id before you pick up shows you it’s lando.
“hey!”
“hi angel, you home?”
“uh, yeah, i am. why?”
“i got you a gift; i know you’ve been studying so hard lately. you need to go sign for delivery, though.”
you smile as you picture him now, thinking up ways to treat you even from a hotel room on the other side of the world.
“oh, that’s so sweet of you, lan. you know you didn’t have to.”
you feel yourself frown as your eyes fall back on your study materials.
“are you sure i have to sign for it? i can’t really afford to take any breaks right now. can’t they just leave it at the door?”
“no, angel. now go.”
you sigh and push yourself away from the desk to get the door.
“this better be worth it. i have to get straight back to work after, okay?”
lando’s standing on your doorstep.
he has suitcase in one hand and a designer shopping bag in the other, both of which he lets go of when you open the door.
he scoops you up in a big hug before you can process what’s happening.
“hi angel. missed you,” he mumbles into your neck.
“…you didn’t tell me you were coming!”
your overworked brain has finally put together that lando's here, hugging you, and not halfway across the globe. he's here. with you.
he sets you back down on your feet, though he doesn’t let go of you yet, and shrugs at your baffled expression.
“that’s kinda why they call it a surprise.”
lando’s so warm, and, mm, he smells so nice; it makes you want to spend the whole day in his arms, if only you didn’t have to study.
oh, you have to study.
fuck. you’d almost forgotten.
“lando! i have to get back to studying. it’s really nice to have you home!”
you press a kiss to his cheek and run back to your room before he can object.
as you’re rereading the passage you were on before his call came through, you hear him drop his stuff in the entryway, then push the front door shut after him.
lando appears in your open doorway, knocking at the frame as he rounds the corner.
“just blowing me off like that, angel?”
your eyes don’t leave the page as you reply, “i’m sorry, lan, but this is important.”
lando frowns. he knows you’ve been getting up at dawn and only going to bed in the early hours of the morning for the entirety of the past week just to study.
“you can’t take a break for ten minutes? i flew all this way…”
if he squints, he thinks he can see a dark cloud looming over you as you shake your head no. he moves behind you to massage your shoulders, really trying to convince you.
“time for a break, baby. come on.”
when you don’t respond, still hunched over your paperwork, he sighs and takes a seat on the edge of the bed. it’s only a minute before you hear his belt clinking as he frees his cock from his pants and, curiosity getting the better of you, finally look back.
he’s already half hard, thick vein pulsing along the length of him. your pussy clenches involuntarily at the sight of him.
“come here, angel. let’s make you feel good, yeah?”
you chew on your lip as your gaze flicks from your desk, covered with papers and textbooks, to lando, now pumping himself as he waits for your decision.
you shiver when you realise his gaze is on you as he touches himself, ravenous and needy. the intense eye contact is broken when he throws his head back, his hand having done something he likes; the prettiest sound comes out of his mouth as he does.
the need to taste him finally overwhelms your tunnel vision and you drop to the floor to watch him fuck his hand. the soft ‘thump’ of your knees meeting carpet catches his attention and he stops, staring down at you.
he considers the hand that was just on his cock before using it to tilt your chin up, forcing you to look at him. the smell of him is thick and fucking irresistible.
“you gonna let me help you? empty that pretty little head of yours?”
you swallow thickly and nod, accepting that lando’s in control now.
he lets go of your chin, and two fingers beckon you closer. you oblige, shuffling in to between his legs.
he taps his cock at your lips and you open for him, tongue lolling out. lando leans down and gives you a kiss on the crown of your head for being so obedient before settling back, letting you decide on the pace you go at.
“oh, fuck-!”
you take all of him in one go, and he makes a sound of surprise as his tip hits the back of your throat. you relax your jaw and take a few deep breaths through your nose, before moving your head to rest against his thigh. lando’s fingers stroke through your hair softly.
any prior thoughts of studying are long gone by now; you’re solely focussed on nothing but the weight of his cock on your tongue.
“fuck, good girl…”
you close your eyes, happy to be relieved of your stressors, if at least for a little while.
you’re not sure how long he keeps you there, only that when you next open your eyes, the sun outside is setting and lando is squeezing the duvet he’s sitting on top of for dear life, willing himself not to come right then and there. his cock twitches as you press your tongue flat along his length, trying your best to keep it still. his gaze falls down at the first movement from you in a while, and he lets out a shaky sigh when your eyes finally meet his.
you’re sure you look absolutely wrecked; eyes glazed over as you struggle for shallow breaths. there’s drool slipping out of the corners of your mouth, onto his thighs, onto the bed. you can vaguely feel your cunt getting wetter and wetter. you know if lando were to reach down there, his fingers would certainly come away glistening with slick.
“let me do the thinking from now on, why don’t we? you look so much prettier warming my cock than you do slaving over those silly books, baby.”
you can’t reply with words; your jaw stretched wide, so you settle for a small whine of agreement instead.
“so good for me, my angel.”
he pushes the hair out of your face, and they leave thin wet streaks, from your slobber, in their wake. you can taste the salt of his precome leaking onto your tongue.
lando shifts his hips, probably getting uncomfortable from sitting in the same position for such a long time, and has to hold back a groan when his cock hitting the roof of your mouth makes you choke around him, tears sliding down your cheeks.
you try— and fail— to swallow, again, and that does it.
“you wanna help me come, baby? gonna let me use this hole of yours?”
you make another desperate sound— yes please.
lando grabs a fistful of your hair, pushing you down further on his cock before he pulls you off. you gasp in your first real breath in hours, then you’re swallowing him down again. he pushes you down again and again, trying to force himself further down your throat each time.
wet, squelchy sounds fill the room as he uses you freely, hips bucking up into your mouth at a pace you can’t keep up with; you let your jaw go slack so he can better chase his own pleasure. lando doesn’t last very long like this, not after being edged by every little movement your tongue made, every swallow around him. you can tell he’s close when his breaths quicken, and more and more moans start tumbling from his mouth.
“coming, gonna come-“
his hips stutter, and the hand on the back of your head holds you down as he comes. you feel it hit the roof of your mouth before dripping down to your tongue. you think you hear him growl as he empties himself in you.
he pulls out when he’s done, and you go limp against his thigh with nothing holding you up anymore. you finally swallow, sticking your tongue out after to show him it all gone.
“such a good girl.”
he pulls you in for a kiss, and your pussy flutters as you realise he’s tasting himself on your lips. you don’t want to let go of him, but then his sudden standing up addles your brain, still trying to gain control after the docile headspace you were just in, and you let go with a whine.
lando tucks himself back in his pants, where your drool has left a massive wet patch on the crotch.
“mm— thank you, lan.”
he smiles approvingly at your manners, and looks you up and down.
“are you feeling better?”
you nod; you are— all your earlier stress has vanished, and your thoughts feel lighter already.
he holds his hand out for you to take.
“good,” he pulls you towards the door, “i wasn’t lying on the phone by the way; i did get some actual gifts for you, and you’re gonna open all of them before you even think about reading any more of those stupid textbooks.”
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In which your boyfriend can’t take how good you look during new years celebrations and fucks you in a club bathroom
Warnings?; Smut, fingering, p in v, unprotected sex(plz use protection), public sex, slight exhibitionism, slight candaulism kink, kissing, cursing, sorry for any errors
Day 12 of my ficmas celebration!
Lando’s eyes watched your body intensely, the way your hips moved against the front of your best friend, arms swaying in the air, your hair flying around as you swung your head along to the beat.
He was stood up in the dj booth besides Martin while you and your friends took over the dance floor, you had decided to wear a black silk dress out, the tight material stinking to your now sweating body-leaving even less to the imagination.
“Why don’t you just go down there?” Max laughed from beside him, causing him to come out of his unholy thoughts.
“What do you mean?”
“Mate you’ve been eye fucking her since you got up here, everyone can see you undressing her with your eyes.” Max laughed at his dear friend.
“She’s having fun.” Lando mumbled with a small shrug
“When has that ever stopped you before?”
Lando knew max was correct, it didn’t matter what you two were in the middle of or what you were doing, if he wanted you he was pulling you away from whatever it is that’s occupying your attention.
Lando ignored his friends giggles as he turned and made his way out of the dJ booth and onto the dance floor, fighting his way through the crowd of sweaty and drunk bodies until he found you.
“Lando!” You beamed as your boyfriend came into sigh, his tight dress shirt showing off his tanned chest and necklace you’d gotten him for his birthday.
“Hi baby.” He smiled back and pulled you into his arms, his hands landing low on your waist as yours wrapped around his neck.
“Are you having fun?” He questioned, looking down at your sweaty frame.
“Mhm, Martins playing all my favorites tonight.” You smirked knowing your boyfriend may have had something to do with that.
“So that’s why you’ve been down here moving like no one’s watching?” He teased
“M’ just having fun.” You grumbled.
“I know baby.” He laughed.
“Will you walk with me to the bathroom? Don’t wanna go alone.” You asked, the club was usually busy but with the added new year eve celebrations it was even more packed than usual.
“Of course.” He smiled and pulled away but not before sliding his hand into yours and allowing you to lead the way to the woman’s room.
His eyes dropped to your plump ass immediately, watching the way it bounced as you walked-he couldn’t wait to get home and fuck you into next week.
He hadn’t even realized that you two had made it into the bathroom until he felt your warm hand leave his. Looking up he heard your small grumbles about needing to pee as you made your way into one of the stalls.
And Lando hated to admit the way he felt his already aching cock stir at the sound of your pleasurable sigh that came from your mouth once you were able to go.
He wasn’t completely sure if that’s what made him push you back into the stall when you tried to exit, or if that’s what made him pull you into a breathtaking kiss.
His hands were gripping tightly onto your ass as yours tangled into his messy curls, lips moving in sync as his tongue slid into your mouth fought yours for a moment before taking over.
He basked in the small moan you let out when his hands began to slide underneath your dress but a pout is what quickly formed when you pulled your lips from his.
“Baby we can’t do this here, we’re in public.” You spoke, head leaning against the side of the stall while Lando looked down at you.
“We can be quiet.” He smirked, his large hands still making their way in between your legs.
“La-oh” you began but were cut off as one of his thick fingers slid inside your cunt.
“No panties?” He smirked down at you as your mouth fell open from his second finger sliding in.
“D-didn’t want pantie lines.” You whimpered
Lando leaned down nice and close to your ear, fingers speeding up.
“Liar, wore them with it a few weeks ago.” He whispered before swallowing your deep moan with his mouth, lips moving sloppily against yours.
He continued working you with his fingers, speeding up and slowing down to pull wanting moans from your throat.
You could feel yourself right on the edge, the fire in your tummy burning hot as your thighs began to shake, all Lando had to do was-
“No,no why’d you stop.” You cried as he pulled his fingers from you, popping them into his mouth as he sucked them clean of your juices.
“Because I want you to come on my cock, not my fingers.” He smirked, moving his wet fingers down to undo the button of his pants before sliding them down along with his boxers, just enough for his aching cock to slip out.
Your mouth watered at the sight of it, his tip was red and swollen begging for the smallest bit of attention. A bit of precum had ran down to meet the prominent vein that spread along the topside of his cock, and you’d be lying if you said you weren’t ready to drop to your knees right then and there.
Lando knew the look in your eye and by the way you unconsciously licked your lips he knew what you wanted, but right now wasn’t the time.
“I’ll let you get a taste once we’re home, but right now all I want is to fuck you.” He spoke lowly as his hands came to the back of your thighs and signaled for you to jump.
You wrapped your legs tight around his waist, dress rolling up your thighs the perfect amount for him to slip right in. Your back was pressed firmly against the side of the stall as he reached down to pump his cock a few times.
And soon you were gasping at the delicious burn that filled your body when he slipped in, filling you to the absolute brim.
He moved his hips slowly, allowing you a moment of adjustment before he was quickly changing pace and fucking into with fast but deep strokes, basking in the way your eyes rolled every time his tip hit the spongy spot inside you.
“Fuck lan, j-just like that.” You cried, hands coming up to grip his already messy curls.
The sounds of your mixed whimpers and skin slapping filled the tiny stall, Lando’s movements never ending even as you heard the door open and a pair of heels against the floor.
Your eyes went wide as you looked at Lando, however you were only met with an evil smirk and a look of pure determination.
The little shit had brought a thumb between your thighs to play with your sensitive bud, earning Lando a look of pure hopelessness as you both knew there was no way of keeping you quiet now.
“Lan-ngh!-shit.” You whimpered as you could feel the denied climax from earlier creeping back up, the burn returning to your lower stomach even more intense this time.
Lando groaned at the way you began to clench him, “fuck baby, so tight.” He growled.
You two were so caught up in each other that you almost missed the gasp that came from a few stalls down, your eyes grew wide remembering the girl that had came into the bathroom.
However Lando still didn’t care and simply brought a finger to his lips, signaling you to stay quiet. However that was quite hard as his hips began moving at an unforgiving pace and you were knocked over the edge.
Your head slammed against the stall as your climax overtook your body, you brain short circuiting at the overwhelming feeling in your body as Lando continued fucking you through your high.
“Shit baby, I’m going to come.” Lando cried as he could feel his own fire growing in his stomach.
“Go on lan, fill me up” you encouraged the boy, hands tangled in his damp curls, brushing back the ones that had begun to stick to his sweat covered forehead.
“Fuh…fuck!” He growled as he stilled inside of you and you felt the familiar twitch of his cock inside you before your walls were painted white with his release.
He pressed his forehead against yours as you both caught your breaths and it was the sound of the bathroom door opening and the chant of “happy new year” from outside that brought you both back to earth.
“Happy new year baby.” Lando giggled as he leaned down and pressed his lips against yours softly.
“Happy new year my love.” You cheesed looking up at him with soft and tired eyes, he smirked at the fucked out expression on your face and realized you two should probably get cleaned up and head home.
Exiting the bathroom after getting cleaned up and fixing yourselves you made your way back to the group up by the dj booth where you were greeted with Max and Pietra who both held smirks on their faces.
“Looks like you two had some fun bringing the new year.” Max spoke with a giggle.
“Yeah, I’d say it was pretty nice.” Lando spoke, breaking into laughter as you elbowed his side.
“Wasn’t nice for the girl a few stalls down” you mumbled slightly embarrassed.
“Ehh she’ll be fine, she got a free show.”
“Lando!” You scolded but he only laughed harder and pulled you into a kiss.
“Love you” he cheesed
“Yeah, yeah, I love you to.” You grumbled but snuggled into his side as his arms held you tight.
Heyyy Girlie! Just uhhh gonna drop this right here for ya!
Lando playing with you with your own toys in front of a mirror.
anyway uh who said that?? yall hear smth?
Toys - LN4 🔥
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summary:
you never meant for him to find them. the toys tucked quietly in your nightstand, hidden under books and tangled charger cables — they were your secret. but lando doesn't get embarrassed. he doesn't even flinch. he just smirks, pulls them out one by one, and tells you to sit in front of the mirror. by the time you're shaking, overstimulated and begging, he hasn't even fucked you yet. and he makes you watch every second.
warnings: mirror sex, toy play (vibrator and dildo), dom!lando, degradation + praise, orgasm control, overstimulation, light restraint, possessive behavior, voyeuristic themes, explicit language, reader is unnamed/undescribed, unprotected, rough and soft balance, intense smut, emotional manipulation kink
You're lying on your bed, legs tangled in the sheets, scrolling mindlessly through your phone while Lando rifles through your drawers looking for his charger. It's domestic, normal, routine, until it isn't.
There's a pause. A quiet, weighted shift in the room. And you look up just in time to see him hold something pink and silicone in his hand. He turns toward you slowly. "Really?" he asks, one brow raised.
Your stomach drops. "Lando-"
He pulls the drawer open further and laughs, low and delighted. "Oh, baby. You've been busy."
"Put those back," you blurt. "They're not for you."
"Not for me?" He raises both brows now, holding up the vibrator and a curved toy with a teasing glint in his eye. "That's rude. You touch yourself in this bed thinking about me, and I don't even get invited to the party?"
You open your mouth to protest. You don't even know what excuse you were about to make. But he just drops them on the bed and crooks a finger at you. "Get up."
"Lando."
"Now."
You move before you can think. Before the heat in his voice finishes spreading through your chest. You're in front of the mirror. Knees spread. Chest rising and falling with shaky breaths. Lando behind you, fully clothed, legs bracketing yours. The toys are laid out beside him. He's got one in his hand. The vibrator.
His voice is low in your ear. "Look at yourself. You're already so fucking wet."
You can't meet your own gaze at first. Your reflection looks obscene. Your skin flushed, thighs parted, nipples hard from the air and anticipation. His other hand trails up your stomach. "I want you to remember what you look like when I ruin you."
The vibrator hums to life. You twitch. He grins. He touches it to the inside of your thigh first, making you jump. Teases slow, upward strokes until it hovers just above your clit.
"How many times did you use this thinking about me?"
You shake your head. "I don't know."
"Yes, you do."
You gasp as he finally presses it to your clit, just barely.
"Tell me."
You try to speak. It comes out a moan instead. He smiles. "Fine. I'll guess. Was it last week? Before I got home from that shoot? Or the night I left you wet and whining because I had a flight to catch?"
Your entire body tenses as the toy presses harder. He circles slowly. Unrelenting. You whimper, hips rolling forward.
He grips your waist. "Sit still."
"I can't-"
"You will."
You try. God, you try. The first orgasm creeps up faster than you expect. Your thighs clench, stomach tightens.
"Lan-"
He pulls the toy away. Instantly. You sob. Actually sob. He presses a kiss to your neck. "Not yet. I haven't earned it."
He picks up the dildo next. Holds it out to you. "Show me how you fuck yourself."
Your hands are shaking. But you obey. Knees wide, legs trembling, you sink the toy inside yourself with a desperate sound. Your eyes flutter shut.
His hand grips your jaw. "Eyes on the mirror."
You look. You see it. Your own fingers. The toy. Your face, desperate and red. Lando watching it all with a kind of reverence and hunger that makes you tremble harder.
"You look so fucking good like this," he murmurs. "You see what I see? You see how perfect this pussy is?"
You moan. He presses the vibrator to your clit again. This time he doesn't hold back. You cry out, voice breaking. "That's it. Let me hear you. Let the whole floor know who you belong to."
You cum hard. Shaking. Writhing. Nearly collapsing in his lap. But he holds you up. Forces the toy back to your clit.
"Again," he says.
"Lando-"
"Again. You don't stop until I'm satisfied."
The second orgasm rips through you before you've fully come down from the first. You scream. You sob. You beg. He shushes you gently. Kisses your temple. "You're doing so good, baby. So fucking good. Look at you. Look at what a mess you are for me."
And you do. You watch yourself fall apart. For him. With him. And when he finally turns the toys off, pulls you back against his chest and holds you like you're something fragile and sacred, your body melts.
"You okay?" he whispers.
You nod. Barely.
"Next time," he murmurs, kissing the shell of your ear, "I'm fucking you in front of this mirror. And you're gonna thank me for every second of it."
That one Lando imagine about his hands and fisting… 😮💨 girl I’d love a part II (or another imagine about his hands)
four fingers then a fist - LN4 🔥
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SUMMARY
Lando overstimulates the reader with intense finger play, pushing her limits with slow, deep pressure until she comes hard on his hand. The scene is raw, possessive, and intimate, ending in tender aftercare and deep emotional claim.
The room is warm. Dimly lit. Sheets pulled halfway down the bed, pillows a mess behind your back. You’re already wrecked.
Lando made sure of that.
He took his time at first. Teased you with his mouth, two fingers, then three, while he whispered all the filthy things he wanted to do to you. Then he edged you twice, held your thighs open while you sobbed through your third orgasm, and now?
Now you’re on your back, legs spread wide, one ankle resting on his shoulder, the other pushed flat against the mattress.
And four of his fingers are inside you. Deep. Curling slow.
Your chest is heaving. Lips parted. Sweat sticking to your skin.
Lando looks smug. Shirtless. Curls damp. Eyes locked on the way his hand disappears inside you, knuckles slick, palm flat against your folds.
“Look at that,” he murmurs, voice low and thick with pride. “Took four like it’s nothing.”
You gasp. “Lando-”
His eyes flick up. “What’s the matter, baby?”
You try to speak. Fail. Your whole body is trembling. Every muscle in your stomach drawn tight.
He leans closer. One hand braced beside your head, the other still inside you. Still moving. Just enough to make you twitch.
“You want more?”
Your voice breaks. “I can’t.”
He smiles. “You can. You’re gonna.”
He presses his fingers deeper. Watches your eyes flutter.
“Come on, pretty girl,” he whispers. “You were made for this. All soft and open and dripping just for me.”
Your hips jerk.
He groans. “Fuck. You’re clenching so tight.”
Then he adds his thumb.
You gasp. Arch off the bed. “Lando-oh my god.”
“That’s it,” he coos, his voice somewhere between praise and possession. “There she is.”
His whole hand fills you now. Palm deep, wrist flexed, knuckles stretching you so full you can barely breathe.
You shake. Cry out. Fists gripping the sheets.
He doesn’t move fast. He doesn’t need to.
Just slow curls. Gentle twists. The wet, obscene sound of your cunt stretched wide around him.
“You should see how fucking pretty you look,” he growls. “All wrecked and ruined for me.”
You moan. “Please.”
“Please what?”
“I don’t know-”
“You do.” His hand twitches. “Say it.”
“Please fuck me. Please make me come.”
He laughs. Low and feral. “You’re gonna come on my fist, sweetheart.”
You whimper.
He leans down. Kisses your forehead. “You can take it.”
Then he curls his fingers and finds your g-spot and you break.
Body convulsing. Vision white. Crying out as your orgasm rips through you so hard you shake.
He groans. “Fucking beautiful.”
But he doesn’t stop. Doesn’t pull out.
Just holds you open. Keeps you stuffed full. Watches you twitch and sob and fall apart all over again.
You’re babbling now. Nonsense. Please. Stop. Don’t stop. Lando. God.
He shushes you. Kisses your cheek. “Still so tight around me,” he murmurs. “So fucking good. You were made for this.”
You cry again. From pleasure. From pressure. From being filled in a way you’ve never felt before.
And then, finally, he pulls his hand out. Slow. Careful. Gentle.
You gasp. Collapse into the sheets. But Lando’s not done. He brings his slick fingers to your lips.
“Taste.”
You part your mouth. Let him press them past your tongue.
He moans. “That’s my good girl.”
Then he crawls up the bed and kisses you. Slow. Deep.
You cling to him. Shaking. Overwhelmed.
He wraps his arms around you. Pulls you into his chest. “You did so good,” he whispers. “Took every bit of me.”
You nod. Can’t speak.
He kisses your hair. Your forehead. “I’m never letting anyone else touch you like this,” he breathes. “You belong to me.”
summary: lando’s obsession with your size difference spills into the garage, the motorhome, and every filthy, possessive way he touches you
warnings: size kink, public teasing, fingering, face sitting (implied), rough sex against a wall, hand around throat (light choking), possessive dom!lando, overstimulation, degradation/praise mix, creampie, semi-public setting, size difference obsession, use of safeword themes (consensual power imbalance)
Everyone in the paddock knows you're small. Not short, necessarily. Just smaller. Petite in that way Lando's always been obsessed with. Soft and slight and always wrapped in something his. Usually one of his oversized hoodies with the sleeves rolled twice and still hanging past your hands.
But it's not the clothes that get people talking. It's the fingers.
Because you never hold his hand properly. You hold two fingers. Sometimes three. Your hand's too little for anything else. So Lando walks through the paddock like that, AirPods in, hoodie on, championship points low-key collapsing, but your tiny hand wrapped around two of his fingers like he's your personal giant.
He fucking loves it. He lives for it. The size difference. The way you look up at him. The way you balance on your toes to kiss his jaw. The way you wrap both hands around his cock like one isn't enough and your throat still can't take him all the way.
It drives him insane.
You're tucked into his side after FP2, sitting in the back of the McLaren motorhome, sipping something iced with your legs folded into your own hoodie. Lando's got one arm draped around you and the other scrolling mindlessly through some briefing notes. Your fingers are tangled with his. Just two. As always.
Oscar walks past, pauses, then smirks. "Gonna hold his whole hand when you grow up?"
You give him the middle finger. Lando just grins.
"She doesn't need to," he says. "She gets everything with two fingers."
Oscar chokes on air. Lando sips his drink like he didn't just say that. You hide your face in his shoulder.
Later, when the garage clears and the doors are locked, Lando presses you up against the back wall of his driver room, kissing you like he's starved. Your legs wrap around his waist on instinct. His hand splays across your lower back, massive and warm and possessive.
"You know what it does to me," he murmurs into your neck, "when you do that little two-finger thing in front of everyone."
Your breath hitches. "I wasn't trying to do anything."
"You don't have to." His knee presses up between your thighs. "You just exist and I lose my mind."
His other hand finds your jaw. Tilts your face up. Kisses you again. Deep. Hot. Filthy.
Then his fingers slide down. Under your hoodie. Between your thighs. He moans against your mouth when he feels how wet you are.
"All that," he whispers, "just from me being big."
You nod, breathless. "You're so much."
His hand slides into your panties. Two fingers. Just two.
"Like this?" he murmurs. "Just what you can take?"
You gasp. "Yes."
He pushes in slow. Thick. Filling. You cling to him. Moaning into his shirt.
"God," he groans, moving his fingers, curling them just right. "You barely fit them. What the fuck does that say about my cock?"
Your eyes flutter. "It splits me open."
He grins. "You love it."
"I crave it."
He growls. "Say that again."
"I crave you, Lando."
His mouth drops to your shoulder. "Fuck. I'm going to come in my pants."
You giggle, shaking. "Then you'd match my panties."
He pulls them down immediately. You yelp, laughing, moaning as he drops to his knees, his broad shoulders forcing your thighs open wider than you thought possible.
He groans when he sees you. "You're so tiny."
You whine, needy. "Lando, please."
He licks once. Then again. Then flattens his tongue and goes in. His fingers are nothing compared to the way his mouth drags you apart, tongue circling your clit, his grip holding you still while you cry out for him.
You come hard. Shaking. Barely breathing.
He stands. Unzips. Doesn't even tease. Just lines up. And pushes in. You gasp. Loud. Full-body twitch. He's too much. He always is. Long, thick, heavy. Your cunt stretches around him, barely.
"Fuck," he groans. "I'll never get over how small you are."
You clutch his arms. "Please don't stop."
He slams in deeper. His hand finds your jaw again. His other wraps around your throat.
"You were made for me," he growls. "All this pussy. All this body. Mine."
You nod. "Yours. Always."
He fucks you into the wall. One hand holding both wrists above your head. The other gripping your waist like it fits in his palm. Your thighs tremble. His thrusts get rougher. Filthier. You bite his shoulder. He groans.
"Come again," he pants. "Want to feel it. Feel you tighten up around me like I'm too big."
You do. Screaming this time. He finishes with a shudder and a curse. Deep. Hot. Inside. He doesn't pull out. Just leans his forehead against yours and breathes. "You're so fucking small," he whispers. "And you take all of me."
You smile. Soft. Wrecked. "Of course I do," you whisper. "You were made to stretch me."
And god help anyone who ever flirts with you again.
Warnings: smut, blowjobs, plot (crazy I know), voyeurism?, return of sub!lando, and mommy kink ;), references to bahrain, also obvious references to certain events that happened in hungary, not proofread
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Lando kissing you in front of the cameras in the paddock was not on anyone's 2025 bingo card.
And yet, in a wave of intense euphoria, he ran up to you, grabbed your face and kissed you.
Everyone stared, and then as soon as it started, it was over. He pulled away and ran into Zak's arms.
Your face was burning, and you could feel the eyes on you, and the cameras, and knew any minute now you'd be swamped by press. So you slinked away into the crowd, as discreetly as you could.
Later, in your hotel room you were scrolling twitter, and the many headlines about you.
Some people were freaking out, deciding then and there that you were Lando's secret girlfriend.
Some were insulting you, calling you names and being all around jealous about your alleged relationship with him.
Others were annoyed at the disrespect of it being broadcasted in the middle of Oscar's interview.
A few were calling you a whore for being friends with all the drivers. (What the fuck?)
You sighed.
On your way out of the paddock you'd been intercepted by Ted Kravitz, who'd asked you about the kiss, and despite not having a PR team you decided to put out a statement.
"Lando and I are NOT dating. I guess it was a spur of the moment thing and he wasn't thinking. I'm not dating anyone on the grid for that matter. I'm friends with all the drivers and we often hang out, that is all. I'm just one of the boys..."
That may have been enough for Ted, but the tabloids were rife with speculation and rumours. As per usual, you thought.
Just when you were halfway through an article about your supposed past relationship with Max Verstappen (what the fuck?), you recieved a text from Lando.
I'm so fucking sorry
I wasn't thinking
Are you okay? It's bad over here... Zak is furious about it and I've had to write an official statement
You couldn't help but feel bad for him. It may have been a stupid thing to do but no one deserves the kind of shit he was probably up to his neck in.
Your statement to Ted did help though, got ahead of the curve so... thanks.
Are you pissed off?
You decided to call him.
"Hello? Are you okay?"
You sighed. "I'm fine, Lan. To be honest I'm finding it all hilarious. Did you see the article about me being some kind of FIA mandated nanny for you all?"
He laughed. "I have not, but I'm glad you're taking this so well. I'm so sorry."
"That's okay. But I am going to have to give you a stern talking to. You want to come over and apologise properly?"
You heard a soft gasp on the other end. Lando wasn't expecting you to want to see him.
"I have another meeting in a minute. Give me a couple of hours and I'll be there"
You smiled. Lando could always be counted on to show up if you offered sex, the insatiable idiot.
You decided to pamper yourself and had a shower followed by some expensive room service.
One plate of carbonara later, you were back scrolling through increasingly ludicrous theories about your constant presence in the paddock.
A knock sounded at the door though, and you frowned at the clock on the bedside table. Lando would be at least another hour.
You crept to the door, suddenly worried that some reporter, or god forbid a Lando fanatic, had found you.
You looked through the peephole and let out an incredulous laugh when you saw who was waiting outside.
"Good evening"
"Ollie, what the hell are you doing here?"
You let him in and he went to sit on the bed.
"My car died"
You laughed. "And what do you want from me, a funeral procession?"
He pouted, a soft whine escaping him as he flopped onto his back.
"Okay I'll tell you what."
He perked up.
"Either I give you a blowjob now, and you leave. Or you wait about an hour and you can watch me torture Lando."
His eyes widened and you could see he was seriously thinking about it. It wasn't every day he got to see a championship contender be made to submit.
He gulped. "I'll wait"
You grinned. "Good. In that case would you like anything to drink while we wait? He's going to be a while..."
Ollie's eyes lit up as he remembered the earlier drama. "Because of what happened in the paddock?"
You nodded. "Apparently the bosses are not happy with him"
He hummed, accepting a glass of water from you before giving you a naughty look.
"So what are you going to do to him?"
You smiled and settled down next to him.
"No idea. I need to make him beg for forgiveness, any ideas?"
Ollie was silent for a while as he thought about it.
"Maybe... you could tie him up and make him watch us?"
You laughed. "Nice try. But no, he hates that. I've got the scar to prove it"
You pointed to you thigh and Ollie's eyes bugged out of his head.
"That's what that is? Holy shit."
You ran your thumb along the bite mark, feeling the slight bumps of the scar.
"Yeah, in fact it happened right after I saw you at the palace in Bahrain"
He hummed, hand going to your thigh to inspect it more closely.
"And you weren't angry with him?"
You shook your head. "No. It was caused by an all around lack of communication. Boundaries were unknowingly crossed and that happens sometimes. Obviously I wish he hadn't bitten me to get a point across but hey, you live and you learn. And Lando knows not to do that again or I'll kill him"
Ollie let out a surprised laugh and lay back down on the bed.
The comfortable silence stretched on. Your mind wandered back to the man who was going to walk through that door in a while, and what you were going to do to him.
You eyes snapped to the boy next to you.
"Ollie?"
"Hmm?"
"How would you feel about getting a blowjob from Lando Norris?"
Ollie was hard before Lando even got there. You hadn't shared the extent of your plan, but a blowjob is a blowjob, and you'd assured him that Lando was no slouch at blowjobs.
Lando was confused when he walked in and spotted Ollie, sitting politely in the armchair next to the bed.
"Don't worry about him, he's not the one you need to apologise to"
Lando bit his lip when his eyes met yours. He looked like a kicked puppy.
"What do you want me to do?"
You cocked a brow at him.
"Dunno, how badly do you want forgiveness?"
He blinked once, then sank down to his knees in front of you. He shuffled forwards curling his hands around your thighs while looking up at you.
"Please"
You smirked, and looked at Ollie. His eyes were dark as he stared at the man on his knees.
"See Ollie? My boys get on their knees so easily when I threaten to take away their treats"
He held back a chuckle, and you noticed the telltale twitch of arousal in his thighs.
Lando whimpered and nuzzled against your thigh.
"Please. I didn't mean to, I won't do it again. I promise. I'm sorry."
You stroked his hair tenderly for a second, reveling in his patheticness, then went to sit on the edge of the bed.
"Come and show me how sorry you are, then"
He rushed forwards, almost tripping over in his haste, and helped you quickly get your pants and underwear off.
He whined at the sight of your naked form before spreading your legs. "Can I?" He asked, fingers inching toward your inner thighs.
You nodded and he let out the breath he was holding, and allowed himself a second before diving in, tongue first.
As expected, he was very enthusiastically trying to earn your forgiveness. His nose and cheeks very quickly covered in your wetness, and your pleasured moans just served to make him want to hear more.
You let him push you down onto the mattress and lift your legs over his shoulders to get a better angle.
Your hands tangled in his hair and you pulled him against you harder, which he didn't complain about, hips jumping and spreading wetness further.
One of his hands crept it's way to your dripping hole, collecting some moisture before pluging inside you.
Your legs twitched around his head and you felt his smile against you, and he added another finger.
He dragged them along your walls, all the while concentrating his oral efforts on your clit, alternating between long broad licks, and flicking it lazily.
You could feel your orgasm coming, body clenched tight as you rode the waves that only increased in intensity the longer he went on.
He gave your pussy one last suck before giving you some respite, and a minute to recompose yourself.
"Can I please fuck you?" He panted, looking wrecked and wet.
Your eyes caught sight of Ollie in the corner, jaw slack and hand squeezing himself through his jeans.
You looked at Lando, and gave him a wicked smile.
"No"
He stared at you, frown visible. "What?"
"You're going to earn the right to fuck me by sucking Ollie's cock for me"
His jaw dropped, and you heard a soft gasp from Ollie's side of the room.
Lando gulped. He wasn't expecting this tonight.
You pulled him up for a kiss. It was quite messy due to the come smeared on his skin, but his passion made up for it.
"Go on" you whispered. "Show Ollie what a good boy you can be..."
Ollie was on cloud nine within 30 seconds of Lando getting his lips around him. It would seem he was extra eager to please and was taking him down his throat expertly.
Ollie let out little cut-off moans on every downstroke and his fingers were buried in Lando's curls.
"Is he good?"
Ollie glanced at you, eyes slightly unfocused.
"Yeah, so fucking good"
"Then tell him, he thrives on praise"
He looked back down at the man on his knees and he almost lost his nerve when he saw those big watery eyes staring back.
"You're doing good, Lando. Taking me like a champ"
Lando hummed, and took him all the way down, rubbing his tongue along the underside.
"Fuck" Ollie groaned. "Good boy..."
Lando shivered and you raised an eyebrow. Ollie was a natural.
"I'm close, you gonna take it?" He panted, squirming in his seat a bit. "Gonna swallow it all like a good boy?"
Lando moaned around him and Ollie grunted, coming down his throat while Lando swallowed it all obediently.
He pulled off and heaved in a breath, coughing slightly at the taste.
"And what do we say?" You prompted.
"Thank you" Lando rasped.
You smiled at him. "Good boy, now come here and let me ride you"
He groaned, and made his way, wobbly as fuck, over to the bed and all but threw his clothes off before laying down.
You giggled at his burst of speed and straddled him.
His cock was understandably angry, tip leaking as you wrapped a hand around it. He whimpered at finally being touched and you spat on it to lube him up a little.
Just as you were hovering over him though, you were interrupted by Ollie's tiny voice.
"Do you want me to leave or...?"
You laughed. "You can do what you like Ollie. If I wanted you gone I would've said. But if you want to see Lando cry I'd recommend staying" you winked at him and he sat right back down hastily.
The look Lando gave you almost made you burst out laughing. He looked more distraught than you'd ever seen him.
"Don't worry baby, you'll get to come. But not before I've had my fill, okay?"
Lando nodded reluctantly.
You sank down on his cock in one heavy thrust, and he howled, hands flying to your hips reflexively.
"Fuck" he whined.
You smiled, and bounced on him at a rough pace. His stomach was already twitching and as soon as you noticed him losing his ability to speak you pulled off.
His cock throbbed, and he groaned in pain at the denial of his impending orgasm.
You waited barely a minute, then sank back down on him, carrying on like before.
"I told you Lando, I'm getting off first. Want to lend me a hand?"
He grabbed your hips and planted his feet on the mattress for leverage and started fucking up into you in earnest.
That wasn't what you'd meant but you appreciated the effort none the less. Indeed, with the change of angle he was pounding into your sweet spot dead-on and you couldn't help the moans that tumbled from your lips.
"Please tell me you're close" he whined, tears springing to his eyes with how desperate he was.
"Not close enough baby" you could feel him tensing up again, getting too close for your liking, and you slapped his hands away and pulled off.
He scrunched his eyes shut and tried to breathe through it, but he inevitably let out a sob as his body trembled.
You stroked his cheek, wiping the falling tears away, and sank back down on him, but without moving once you were settled.
You took one of his hands and pressed it to your lower stomach, and he finally got the hint.
His thumb rubbed messy circles over your clit, and the mix of distress and concentration on his face made you feel... powerful.
You rolled your hips gently, enough to stimulate you but not enough to get him off, and Lando was relieved when he felt you clenching around him uncosciously.
You came on his cock, thighs squeezing his hips, and soft moans making Lando's head spin.
Lando was shaking like a leaf beneath you, and once you regained the feeling in your legs you moved up and down his cock, extra wetness making it squelch.
"Can I come now?" His voice trembled, he'd somewhat calmed down.
You slipped two fingers in his mouth and ordered him to suck. He did.
His eyes were rolling back, you were going just slightly too slow. He was right on the edge, and his voice was raw (and muffled) when he spoke.
"Please. Please I'm so close."
"You want to come?"
"Yes" he squeaked when you purposefully clenched around him.
"Want me to go faster?"
"Yes" Tears of frustration welled in his eyes.
"Beg"
"Please, please, please. I need to come, please"
"Please what?"
"Please Mommy. Need to come so bad, fuck"
His words were still muffled by your fingers and it was so fucking pathetic you decided to finally let him. Your hips slammed down on him harder.
"Good boy. Come, now"
He wailed, body seizing up as he came deep inside you, and his hands once again found your hips to push you further onto his cock.
"Fuck, yes! Thank you" he groaned, and you could feel his muscles giving up little by little as he slumped beneath you, completely spent.
You leaned over him, peppering kisses all over his face.
"You okay?"
"Yes" he smiled softly.
"And will you pull a stunt like that again?"
He chuckled. "Fuck no. As much as I like being punished by you, the shitstorm at McLaren definitely isn't worth it..."
"Good answer" you giggled, and gave him one last kiss before getting off him.
You glanced at Ollie who was hard as a rock and looking very unsure or what to say or do.
You winked at him.
"Now then, last one in the bathroom is getting fucked"
Ollie jumped up and ran to the bathroom, which really wasn't necessary given that Lando was not quite yet capable of moving.
"Oh fuck you" he groaned.
"I'm just kidding, babe. Ollie is fucking me, and you are free to join at any time."
He gave you a thumbs up and you stepped into the ensuite, and cackled at the sight of the entirely naked man standing politely next to the shower.
"Milady..."
It was adorable, really. He was so earnest an eager to please, almost like Lando when you first met him all those years ago...
This one might not even need to be properly trained, you thought as you stepped under the water, the temperature juuuust right.
Warnings: you knew it was coming, it is finally here, fisting, come play, just Max being feral and entirely insane, and to any dutch people reading this don't hesitate to correct my shitty dutch lmao
One of the Boys Masterlist
Frantic.
That's how you would describe what happened after the race.
People were everywhere, the podium went by in a flash, media was a frenzy, everything was going too fast, and before you knew it you were being dragged into Max's car and driven to his hotel. You were all he could think about.
"You have no idea..." Max was breathless as he pressed you up against the door of his room, doing his best to get both his and your clothes off as quickly as possible. "how many times I've thought about this"
You could only nod, already overwhelmed by his hands seemingly all over your body at once.
"How many times I've thought about Brazil." he growled.
Max had indeed gotten off to the memory of that night more times than he could count.
The way your cunt had been stretched so much that he was able to slip inside you so easily... he didn't know why that of all things got him off so much, but it did.
He wanted to see that again, and this time be the cause of it.
He wanted to see you take anything he was willing to give.
He had lube prepared, after all the goal was to stretch you out, not hurt you.
He'd never do that... unless you asked him to.
But tonight wasn't that kind of night, tonight was about Max's crazy obssession.
You were laying on the bed, hips propped up with a folded pillow, and already you could feel sweat clinging to your skin.
For the first time, you were nervous.
Not in a bad way, it was just that you rarely tried anything new, nowadays.
Max had three fingers inside you already, easily fitted with the pehaps excessive amount of lube he was using.
"Still good?" He asked, voice cracking. He was almost as nervous as you were.
You huffed out a laugh. "It's three fingers, Max. I'll survive"
He pouted. "Okay, a fourth it is then..."
The extra stretch of his little finger slipping in next to the others made you gasp.
He was studying your face for any signs of discomfort, but all he could see was pure unbridled want.
He pushed in further, thrusting gently until the base of his thumb was blocking his hand from going any further. He pressed the fingers that were inside you into your g-spot, massaging it rythmically, and with his thumb rubbed harsh circles across your clit, almost too slippery with how wet you were.
"This... god, this is already so much" Max groaned as he watched your cunt stretching around the upper part of his hand. "Doing so good, schat..."
Max very rarely spoke in dutch to you, when he did it was your sign that his resolve and composure were definitely slipping.
"Max " you sighed, pleasure pulsing through your body in time with the insistent prods against your insides, and the need was rapidly growing inside you for more.
"Fuck-" the pressure on your clit was just right, and soon you were clenching around him as he drove you to your orgasm.
He didn't pull his hand out once you'd come down though. He instead took advantage of the fact that you were loose and relaxed after your release, to tuck his thumb into you and apply the slightest pressure.
Max knew he didn't have the biggest hands in the world, or even on the grid, but even his hands were big enough that you immediately felt the heavy stretch as your poor hole tried to accomodate him.
He was almost there, only a couple more centimeters before his knuckles would slip in...
You clenched and whined in slight pain at the intense pressure and he froze, retreating a bit and staring up at you with wide eyes.
"You okay?" his voice was shaking, terrified of having possibly hurt you in his haste. You just nodded and heaved in a breath.
"S'just a lot... go slow, okay?"
He nodded back at you, thrusting his hand in and out of you at a snail's pace, trying to stretch you out a bit before attempting the widest part of his hand again.
He couldn't help leaning down and placing a tender kiss on your clit to apologise. He didn't mean to be a bit over-eager, but this was like a dream coming true for him.
"Look so good all stretched out like this..." his eyes were trained on your puffy cunt pulsing around his hand, and as he pushed more of it in, he could feel his pants getting increasingly wet with the constant leak of precome.
He couldn't wait to be inside you later.
Once again, he got to the point where his knuckles were about to breach you, and he looked at you for signs of discomfort, but only found you with your head tipped back and your brow creased as you white-knuckled the sheets.
"Do it" you panted, a thin sheen of sweat covered your body, and the fact that Max was about to have his whole hand in you was making you clench in anticipation.
Max waited until you unclenched, before taking a breath and giving that last little push and...
Relief... pleasure, wanton moans... your fluttering walls swallowed him down to his wrist, and he had to close his eyes or he would definitely come in his pants like a teenager.
Not that he ever did this as a teenager.
It was surreal for both of you. The wet heat enveloping him, and your body twitching with inexplicable, overwhelming pleasure.
You looked down, and it was almost unbelievable that something so big was currently fitting so perfectly inside you, and you wouldn't have believed it if not for the slight bulge in your stomach. God, that was his hand.
You noticed Max was breathing hard and had his eyes closed in concentration.
"Doing okay there, Max?"
"Yep" his tone was clipped, but the rasp in it told you exactly how much he was enjoying this.
"Look, Max." You took his free hand and placed it flat on your stomach "feel how big you are inside me..."
He whined, and finally looked at where, indeed, if he moved he could see and feel the slight bulge.
"Does it feel good?" He asked, his voice was hoarse and he looked like it was taking an inhuman amount of effort to not move too much.
"Yeah, fuck- you're like... I can feel you stretching me out" your body felt like lead, and your innards were burning with need. "Need you to uhh... you know."
He lifted a brow curiously. "What?"
"You know" you were becoming flushed at the attention. "Fuck me"
A small grin crept up on his face. "Fuck you? With my hand?"
His smirk was infuriating, you huffed and closed your eyes. "Yes, obviously"
"Then say it. Say you want me to fuck you with my hand."
You gulped. He sounded too cocky for his own good.
"I want you to fuck me with your hand. Please."
His eyes darted from your face to your cunt still stretched around his wrist, to your heaving chest.
"As you wish"
You weren't quite sure exactly what he was doing with his hand, but the pressure against your g-spot was exquisite, and the extra stretch when he'd start to pull out knocked the wind out of you.
His mouth was on your clit, sucking and licking absentmindedly while he concentrated on using his impressive stamina to keep the movement of his arm steady and regular, he needed this to be as good for you as it was for him.
Your back was arched, and you took it all greedily as his pace increased, and soon you could feel yourself gushing around him as you came again with a loud cry of his name.
He slowly, very slowly, to savour the moment, pulled his hand out of you with an obscene squelch, and almost drooled at the way you were so stretched out you barely noticed, until you were completely empty and whined.
"Fucking hell"
You were gaping, puffy cunt clenching around nothing, but not fully managing to close completely with how wide it now was.
Max couldn't take it any more. He snapped.
He got rid of his pants, just pushing them down around his thighs and settled between your legs, crawling up to crash his lips against yours.
"Zo mooi " he groaned into it, lining himself up with you sopping entrance, and rubbed himself against it.
"Zo perfect" he gasped, finally sinking into you, all wet and trembling under him. You could barely feel him, yet somehow it felt so good to have him inside you like this, muttering nonsense as his hips slapped against yours while he chased his pleasure, groaning nonsense in your ear while you clung to each other.
You could tell he was close by the pitch of his moans increasing and the rhythm of his hips getting sloppy, and you were almost sliding up the bed with the force of them.
With a final harsh thrust he moaned into your mouth "Allemaal van mij ", followed by a sound like a wounded animal as he came inside you.
He barely gave himself any time to recover before he was quickly pulling out and pushing your legs apart, intent on watching your combined mess leaking onto the sheets, cunt desperately trying to keep his come inside you, to no avail.
"This is the hottest thing I've ever seen" he panted, and you just looked up at him.
He was trailing his fingers through the mess, spreading it around your lips.
Then he put his fingers against your other lips, and you eagerly opened your mouth to suck on them.
He looked more fucked out than you'd ever seen him, cheeks flushed and damp hair sticking out like he'd run his hands through it a hundred times, and he was mesmerised.
You smirked and with some effort, managed to turn around onto your stomach, spreading your legs and arching your back to expose yourself to him. He just groaned softly and put his hands on you to spread you further.
"If you want a round two I'm certainly up for it. After all, you made all that space inside me, it would be a shame to not fill it up..."
His jaw dropped. His cock throbbed.
He crawled over you, already half hard cock nudging your entrance, threatening to slip inside you again as his face hovered next to yours.
"How much do you think you can take?"
He nipped at your ear, trailing down your neck, and sank his teeth lightly into your shoulder. That made your back arch even more, and the head of his cock slipped inside you.
"As much as it takes to tire you out"
He chuckled darkly, and pushed your upper body flat against the bed with a hand on the back of your neck.
"That's a dangerous offer... I'm not sure you're ready for that many rounds, schat..."
You could hear the vaguely threatening tone in his voice, accompanied by a teasing lilt.
A few hours after your visit to Ollie's driver's room, and after having thoroughly brushed your teeth, Lando showed up at your hotel room.
You had a feeling he'd show up sooner or later.
“What do I get for my pole?”
He grinned and you almost shut the door in his face at the ridiculous joke.
“Hello Lando. I'll tell you what.” You leaned against the door frame with your arms crossed. “You can come in and fuck me now if you want, but if you win tomorrow you'll get absolutely nothing”
He gasped mockingly.
“What do you mean 'if' I win? Of course I'm going to win.”
He crowded your space, gluing his body to yours as he pulled your hips closer.
You chuckled, hand weaving its way into the hair on the nape of his neck.
“Okay, when you win, you won't get to touch me until you win again”
“We'll see about that…” he breathed, leaning in closer to brush his lips against yours. “I can be very persuasive”
He picked you up and kicked the door shut behind him.
To say you devoured each other would be an understatement.
Lando was always… generous, with his attention. But tonight he was particularly passionate.
He took you apart at the seams and put you back together over and over again.
When you were riding him, hips setting a grueling pace as you bounced expertly, you could tell in his eyes that he was thinking up more 'pole' jokes, so you flicked his nipple.
"Ow" he whined "what-"
"Don't you dare say what you're thinking Lando Norris! If I hear the word pole I'm kicking you out"
He laughed, hands digging into your hips as he took control and fucked you from below.
"All I was going to say was that I'm not the only pole sitter in this room"
Unfortunately he was pounding your g-spot mercilessly, and you were incapable of managing anything more than an angry groan, which wasn't very convincing.
He knew you and your body too well.
He didn't stop the puns, but he also didn't stop fucking you, so after a while they were flying over your head and your mind was empty of any coherant thought.
His thickness was stretching you out so well all you could do was drool into the pillow while he whispered all the filthy things he wanted to do to you in your ear.
With your hips hiked up and him looming over you while his hands explored every inch of your skin, you felt surrounded by his all-encompassing presence.
He was pulling your hips back onto his cock and your body just followed the sway of his movements.
“I'm going to fuck you every. Single. Weekend.” Each word was punctuated by a harsh thrust. “I'm gonna win every race, and when the championship is mine, I'm going to keep you in my bed for a month. To use as I please”
Your overstimulated body was trembling under him, and he was reveling in the control you were so graciously giving him.
“Gonna fill you up, okay? And tomorrow after the race I'll fill you up again before we go and celebrate my win at the club. And you'll flirt with all the others as usual, but they won't know my cum will be running down your thighs while they have their greedy little hands on you.. ”
You shuddered through an umpteenth orgasm, and he just chuckled when you slumped, and turned you over.
You spent the night getting pounded into the mattress, and when he was done with you, he helped you shower and change the sheets before curling up behind you.
With how dominant Ferrari seemed in Austin, you assumed you'd be seeing mostly red for three weeks.
You were very happy to be proven wrong.
Part 6 of One of the Boys
Warnings: smut, threesome, multiple threesomes in fact, six different partners in one fic whew, voyeurism?, brief double penetration, EIFFEL TOWER WITH THE FRENCH MEN Y'ALL, Pierre's canonically massive shlong, oral, shower sex, gaping and also Max having a weird kink at the end idk where that came from
The triple header was intense. In more ways than one.
COTA made you sore.
Well more accurately, Charles and Carlos made you sore after getting a Ferrari 1-2.
They decided to celebrate their success as teammates given that they didn't get such good results very often at the moment.
So they took turns with you.
Imagine getting passed around by your partners while they compete to see who can fuck you better and make you come harder.
They wrote their names on your thighs and put tally marks next to them every time they came inside you, until you were absolutely covered in tally marks and fucked out of your mind.
It was mind numbing, and when they finally let you sleep, the sun was almost up and you had flights to catch.
Luckily all three of you had booked a spot in the same private jet, along with a few other drivers.
Needless to say, they decided to continue the festivities on the jet, much to everyone else' displeasure.
The other drivers were hungover, and moody because of the noises coming from the private room at the back where you were getting your already abused cunt stretched by the two cocks that had beat them all in the race.
Mexico was looking pretty good once again for Ferrari, but Charles backed out of the celebrations because, and I quote “he had stuff to do”, which left you to the mercy of Carlos and Lando.
And mercy is one thing those two did not have.
When they got together it was chaos at the best of times.
But that night they bent you into shapes you didn't know you could manage.
Your favourite part was when they were standing and holding you up.
Carlos held you up by your thighs, keeping them spread with your back to his chest while he buried himself in your ass.
At first Lando was down on his knees, lapping at your drooling cunt while Carlos' balls slapped against his chin every time he thrust into you.
But once he'd quenched his thirst he stood up and slid into your tight heat, the pressure against your walls making you see stars as they bounced you on their cocks.
It was just as exhausting as the week before, the two of them obviously having unreal stamina.
You limped around that week, taking it easy and doing your best to recover for Brazil.
Practice was fine. Sprint quali was… well it was.
Then the sprint happened. It was chaotic and everyone was exhausted given the circumstances, and the hours of waiting under the rain for qualifying to start was not helping the collective mood.
Everyone went to bed equal parts frustrated and relieved that It was happening in the morning.
Qualifying came and went.
No comment.
The race? Well it was anyone's game really.
You bit your nails anxiously as you watched everyone slide off the track and/or crash. Not a single driver was safe from the disastrous track conditions.
Max came to see you during the last red flag.
“I'm going to get that fucking win” he said, holding you in his arms possessively. “I'm going to win this fucking race and then I'll get you all to myself tonight”
“Now now, Max.” you chided “you still have an Alpine to get past, and although I’m sure you will, if Pierre and Esteban both end up on the podium, I am definitely going to give them a reward”
Max scowled, and tried to argue, but you managed to convince him by promising that if he could be a good boy and watch silently, you’d give him his own private reward afterwards.
Besides… your body, your choice. And your boys always respected that.
Well, Max winning the race was a shock to most people, given where he started, but not to you. You knew he would do anything to get what he wanted.
And what he wanted was you.
That much was obvious the moment you opened your door and found him standing there, ready to pounce on you.
“Patience, Max. Let the Frenchmen have their turn” you smirked and led him over to his cuck chair.
You didn’t wait long for the others to arrive, they were just as eager as Max to get things rolling.
Pierre led you to the bed, sitting you down on it while he unbuckled his belt, eager to have your mouth on him.
You salivated at the sight of his cock, of which the rumours couldn't do justice.
You sucked on his tip gently, taking more of him every time his hips bucked involuntarily.
“I've always wanted to know what you'd look like with your mouth around my cock. And fuck- you're amazing”
He tipped his head back in pleasure as he got closer to the edge surprisingly quickly.
Esteban was behind him, slowly getting undressed while smirking at Max, who was still waiting patiently in the chair, with an obvious tent in his pants.
You were pulled off Pierre's cock by Este' hand in your hair and you heaved in a breath of air.
Pierre helped undress you and got you on all fours between them.
“Have you ever been to Paris?” Pierre whispered from behind while he was draped over your body, and Esteban chuckled.
You let out a huff as he inserted two fingers inside your embarrassingly wet cunt.
“If that's a joke about the Eiffel tower, don't bother Pierre, I've heard it all before”
Pierre added a third finger before responding.
“Then let me tell you that we will not go easy on you…”
His thick digits were stroking the deepest parts of you, and you could feel yourself slowly losing the ability to speak.
Before long, Pierre was rubbing himself against you and you squirmed as he brushed over your still slightly sore clit.
When he pushed the tip in you knew you were a goner.
It was already stretching you out and he barely had an inch inside you.
Slowly he fit his entire length inside you and stayed like that as he felt your walls pulsing around him.
“Jesus” you choked out “You're so deep…”
Pierre chuckled evilly and rolled his hips as you shuddered with the pleasure of the intense stretch.
Esteban brought your chin up to look at him and he rubbed his tip over your lips, the taste of his precum hitting your senses and you moaned, opening your mouth so he could slide his own cock in.
Contrary to Pierre's words from before, they were being extremely gentle with you. Esteban was careful not to choke you and Pierre's languid thrusts were slow and deliberate, and were driving you utterly insane with need.
As your orgasm crept up on you, you started rocking back and forth between the two Frenchmen, whining desperately as your body started shaking.
“Look at you.. so desperate for cock” Esteban cooed while he stroked your cheek tenderly.
“I can feel you clenching around me baby, I know you're close, you can let go for me” Pierre said and you did just that, creaming around him while his thrusts got sloppier and sloppier as he approached his own orgasm.
Max was not having a good time.
Well, that's half a lie, he was scowling angrily at the others, but his hand was squeezing his cock through his pants, which were becoming unbearably tight at the moment.
He’d never seen Esteban or Pierre in action, but he had to admit you looked very good between them, and they were obviously very good at reading your body despite having had little to no experience with you.
Pierre slid out of you gently and the sound was obscene as your abused cunt struggled to keep him inside.
He fisted his cock hard and fast over you, staring at your twitching hole with an intensity that made butterflies erupt in your stomach.
“My god, I really stretched you out, you’re gaping” he groaned, and came in spurts all over your thighs and puffy, quivering mess of a cunt.
Esteban came in your mouth shortly after, cursing in French and muttering something about your mouth being absolute heaven.
Pierre dragged a couple of fingers through the mess, and brought them to your lips, which you eagerly parted to suck on the mix of his and your cum.
“Fucking hell… such a good girl” he glanced over at Max “I could do this all night… but I think Max might actually kill us if we stay much longer”
You glanced at the man in the corner, and he indeed looked like he wanted nothing more than to kick the other two out.
You giggled at him softly and beckoned him over while Pierre and Esteban got dressed.
He sat next to you, putting a warm hand on your thigh and asked if you were alright.
“Absolutely” you winked at the two men behind him then pulled Max in for a heated kiss.
“I don’t know about you, but I need a shower now. Join me?” you asked cheekily, getting up to give the Frenchmen a goodbye kiss each, while they ogled your naked body.
“Beautiful as always” Esteban smiled and Pierre rolled his eyes.
“Yeah, she’s a goddess, now let’s go before we get our necks broken”
You laughed as they walked over to the door, sending you flying kisses before disappearing through it.
Within a second of it being shut, Max’s body pressed against yours from behind.
“Why don’t I help you clean up, hmm?”
You turned around in his arms and grinned up at him.
“With pleasure”
What followed was possibly the softest sex you’d ever had.
Max lathered you up, washing all the cum and sweat off your body before turning you around against the glass door and pressing you against it.
“I need you so bad, schat” he groaned as you spread your legs and arched your back towards him.
“Then have me Max, I’m all yours”
He moaned as he slipped inside you with barely any resistance.
“Fuck! Pierre was right, you’re so loose…”
Despite all the negative connotations around being loose down there, Max seemed to find it incredibly hot as he whined into the back of your neck.
He thrusted in and out of you slowly as his hips shook with the effort of holding himself back from pounding into you with all his might. The last thing he wanted was to hurt you.
“I’m not- fuck, I’m not going to last long schat… this is so…”
He didn’t finish his sentence, instead using his remaining brain power to slide a hand down your body to circle your clit with mind blowing precision.
“Max, fuck-” you panted, the angle of his hips making his cock rub against that spot that left you breathless every single time. He knew your body like none of the other drivers ever could.
You both came together, panting against the glass and moaning as he filled you up to the brim, only for his cum to leak out of you immediately with how stretched out you were.
Max tried pushing it back in with his fingers but he groaned when he realised he could slip four of them inside easily.
“Give me a minute and I can go again, my god…” he sounded out of breath.
“Maaax…” you huffed “I don’t think I can come again after that”
He laughed and pulled his hand away “I know sweetheart, I was joking” he kissed the back of your neck sweetly before turning the water off and getting out to grab a towel for you.
You both dried off quickly and slipped into bed, curled up in each other’s arms contentedly.
Neither of you said much, until you were half unconscious and Max muttered the most unhinged sentence ever.
“Do you think next time I win, I could try getting my whole fist inside you?”
“Jesus Christ Max! You need to warn me before you say things like that” you gasped as you slapped his chest lightly.
“You didn’t answer my question” he reiterated once you’d settled back down in his arms.
You sighed.
“Go to sleep, Max. We can discuss your next prize if and when you win again”
Max huffed out a laugh and tightened his hold around your body.
pairing: lando norris x fem!reader (no y/n, bestfriends/roommates)
warnings: SMUT MINORS DNI, oral (fem receiving), p in v, first time, inexperienced reader, soft-ish sex??, praise, NOT PROOFREAD
wc: 5.2k
summary: “those guys,” he murmured, his hand sliding higher, his fingers splayed on your inner thigh. “...they’re missing out on something great.” his gaze locked on yours, daring you to look away.
a whimper escaped you. you squeezed your eyes shut, as if that could make it stop, make him stop.
ale's note: i had a couple of similar requests with best friend lando and i am a SLUT for friends to lovers sooo
from his sprawled position on the sofa, lando watched you. you were perched on a stool by the kitchen island, phone pressed to your ear, a soft, excited laugh bubbling out of you that twisted something hot and ugly in his gut.
another date. the fifth this month. each one a tiny incision into a part of him he refused to acknowledge. you were his person. and for the last few months, you’d been… looking. “just putting myself out there,” you’d said with a shrug that didn’t quite reach your eyes. “it gets lonely, you know?”
he knew. fuck, did he know. the loneliness had a new flavour now, though. it tasted like watching you leave.
“no, it’s not too much,” you were saying into the phone, your voice a blend of amusement and that specific, flirty lilt you used when talking to these men. “i like a man who plans.” you twirled a strand of hair around your finger, your other hand smoothing down the front of a dress that was going to give lando an actual aneurysm.
it was black. short. not obscenely so, but it ended high on your thighs, the fabric soft and hugging every curve you had, which, lando noted with a fresh wave of dizzying jealousy, was a lot of curves. it dipped in a neckline that framed your tits perfectly, pushing them up into a soft, tempting swell that made his mouth go dry. you’d done your makeup with more care than usual—smoky eyes, lips a shade of pink that was both innocent and kissable. you looked… fuck. you looked gorgeous. edible. like a fantasy he hadn’t even let himself fully acknowledge until this exact moment, watching you prepare to give yourself to some other guy.
he’d told himself it was brotherly protectiveness. that no one was good enough for you. that he was just being a possessive friend. monaco was full of sharks. he’d believed that lie for weeks, watching you return each time, heels in hand, in a rage about caviar and snobs. he felt a vicious spike of satisfaction each time you came back alone.
but he knew deep down he wasn’t pissed because he was possessive. he was pissed because he had a crush on you. a big, stupid, fucking crush. he suspected they’d been lurking in the shadows since you were both teenagers, maybe since you were both seventeen and he’d seen you kiss some dickhead at a party and felt a confusing, violent urge to shove the guy into a wall. he’d always managed to shove them back down, to laugh it off, to clap you on the shoulder and call you a slag in the most affectionate way possible. but now, living with you, seeing you like this… there was no shoving them down anymore. they were out, ugly and raw and demanding.
“ok… 8 o’clock. i’ll see you then,” you said, ending the call.
lando felt sick.
“alright, lands?” you asked, leaning over the back of the sofa. your perfume—something floral and warm—washed over him. from this angle, he could see right down the front of your dress.
he forced his jaw to unclench, his throat to work. “you look… great.” the words felt like gravel. great. what a pathetic, insufficient word for the atomic bomb of want that had just detonated in his gut.
“just great?” you teased. “he’s taking me to that new place on the port.”
“lucky him,” lando said, his voice tighter than he intended.
you beamed, missing the strain in his words. “im actually really excited about this one. he seems different. his name’s paul, he’s a marine biologist, can you believe it?”
i could learn about fish, lando thought, the pettiness of it shocking even him. i could tell you about the fucking migratory patterns of tuna if it meant you’d look at me like that. he let you eat that fucking sashimi he hated around him any way, it was basically the same thing.
“cool,” he managed. “have fun. don’t do anything I wouldn’t do.”
you laughed, a sound that normally filled him with warmth but now felt like shards of glass in his ears. “so basically have no fun at all? got it.”
you leaned down and pressed a quick, casual kiss to his cheek. your lips were soft. it burned. you straightened up, grabbed your little clutch, and with a final excited wiggle of your fingers, you were gone.
꩜
you should’ve known. at first, you’d felt a flutter of real hope. maybe this was it. maybe the endless, depressing parade of men who talked over you, who checked their reflections in the window, who subtly tried to figure out if you were friends with lando for access… maybe it was over.
paul was handsome, in a sharp, groomed way. his suit probably cost more than your car. he asked about your day, remembered details from your last chat.
that hope died a slow, painful death over three courses.
becayse when the food came (some delicate architectural arrangement of foam and microgreens that you were afraid to breathe on), he started to talk. and talk. and talk.
the initial spark you’d felt over your texts had fizzled and died. paul the marine biologist, it turned out, was only interesting when he was talking about himself. his work, his boat, his dive in the maldives, his opinions on sustainable fishing. you’d nodded, smiled, asked questions, trying to find the funny, normal guy from the texts.
by the time dessert arrived, some deconstructed berry thing that involved a lot of smears all over the plate, you were exhausted. the two glasses of overpriced sancerre you’d drunk to cope had left you feeling fuzzy and slow, a tipsy haze that did nothing to soften the edges of your disappointment. you’d been so excited. so sure this one was different. and now you were just sitting here, in a dress that felt suddenly too tight, too revealing, watching a man you already knew you never wanted to see again monologue about the time he chartered a private yacht.
you pushed the berry smears around your plate, your appetite long gone. the restaurant was too loud, the clatter of silverware and the hum of other people’s successful dates getting on your nerves.
“you know,” paul said, leaning forward, his voice dropping into what he probably thought was a conspiratorial tone. his watery eyws fixed on you with a new intensity. “i have a really nice place not far from here. incredible view.”
you felt a cold trickle of dread down your spine. “oh?” you said, noncommittal.
“yes. the balcony is… spacious.” he let the word hang, his gaze dipping to your cleavage for too many long, uncomfortable seconds. “i was thinking, after this, we could go back there.” he reached across the table, his fingers brushing the back of your hand. his skin was cool and slightly clammy. “i think you’d enjoy it. i know what women like.”
pure disgust washes over you. it’s so crass, so transactional, wrapped in that polite tone. the fantasy of a nice guy evaporates completely.
you put your spoon down with a precise click. “no,” you say, your voice surprisingly steady despite the wine. “it’s ok. i think the night ends here.”
“why do dinner if not to have fun?” paul smiled tightly, barking a laugh as if you were making some joke.
your mouth went dry. “sometimes people eat dinner because they’re hungry?”
his smile faltered, then hardened. “come now, darling. don’t be coy. we’re both adults. a woman who dresses like that…” his eyes raked over you again, and you felt dirty. “... has certain expectations.”
“my expectation was to have a nice dinner,” you said flatly. “i was mistaken.”
“oh, come on. don’t be like that. we’re having a good time.”
“you’re having a good time. i’m bored.”
paul’s mask slipped completely. annoyance flashed in his eyes, then something uglier. “i’ve just spent a small fortune on this dinner, you’ve led me on.” he hissed, leaning in.
“and i’ve just wasted an entire evening,” you shot back, standing up. your legs were a little wobbly. “thank you for the meal. goodbye.”
he stared at you, his face flushing. he tried a few more arguments—“you’re being unreasonable,” “you’ll regret this,”—but seeing the unyielding finality in your eyes, he finally gave up. the switch was chilling. the faux charm vanished, replaced by petulant anger. he signaled for the check, paid with a flourish of his card, and stood up without another word. he didn’t offer to walk you out. he didn’t even look at you again. he just turned and walked away, his expensive shoes clicking sharply on the marble, leaving you standing alone at the table.
the walk of shame out of the restaurant, past the pitying glances of the waitstaff, felt endless. outside, the monaco air was warm. you leaned against a cool stone wall feeling stupid. naive. so so lonely. tears threatened, hot and prickling behind your eyes, but you swallowed them down. you were not going to cry over marine biologist dickhead.
the heels that had made you feel sexy hours ago now dug into your heels, blistering. you thought about walking the whole way home, letting the night air clear your head, but the thought of the long, lonely trek up to the apartment felt overwhelming. you wanted your bed. your blankets. your best friend.
with a sigh you pulled out your phone. your thumb hovered over lando’s name. a pang of guilt hit you. he’d probably just gotten comfortable, was gaming or watching a movie. it felt so stupid to ask for help, even from him, but your chest felt raw, scraped out.
he answered on the second ring. “hey. you good?” his voice was calm, but you could hear the slight inflection of concern.
“could you… could you come pick me up? please?”
there was a shift in his tone, immediate and serious. “where are you?”
you told him. “im outside,” you whispered, and hung up before your voice could crack.
he was there in less than ten minutes, the familiar headlights of his urus shining down the street. he pulled up to the curb, and you climbed in, the familiar scent of his car—leather and his cologne—enveloping you. you didn’t speak. you just buckled your seatbelt and stared out the window at the blur of lights.
“alright?” he said softly, tentative.
you just nodded, staring straight ahead.
lando waited for a moment, hoping you’d say something, but when you remained silent, he pulled back into the street. the silence stretched between you, thick and uncomfortable—a rare thing for two people who could usually talk for hours about nothing at all.
he glanced at you. in the passing streetlights, he could see your makeup was still perfect, but your eyes looked tired. and something else. disappointment, maybe. or disgust.
“so,” he said, trying to keep his voice light. “how was the food at least? did they serve it on a slate? i bet they served it on a slate.”
a tiny smile touched your lips. “it was on a slab of heated salt.”
“fuck me, really?” lando exaggerated a shudder.
that got a genuine laugh out of you. a small, tired sound, but a laugh nonetheless. “he said that it enhanced the taste.”
“of course he did.” lando relaxed slightly. “was he one of those guys who orders for you, too?”
you didn’t answer, just turned to look out the window.
okay. so it was like that.
he didn’t push. but you could feel his glances, the concerned energy radiating from him. the rest of the drive passed in quieter conversation—lando telling you about his day, you making half-hearted responses. by the time they pulled into the underground garage of your building, some of the tension had eased.
“dickhead,” you muttered, feeling a fraction lighter.
“tosser,” he agreed easily. he shot you a quick grin. he was trying. he always tried for you.
“his view was probably of another building’s air conditioning unit,” you mumbled, leaning your head back against the seat.
lando chuckled, the sound warm and real. “there’s my girl.”
my girl. the words, so casually thrown, sent a weird, unexpected little shiver through you. you pushed it away, attributing it to the residual wine and the emotional whiplash of the evening.
back in the apartment, you kicked off your heels with a groan of relief. lando tossed his keys into the ceramic bowl by the door and followed you into the living room. you’d curled up on one end of the large sectional, your feet tucked under you.
lando handed you a glass of water and settled on the opposite end of the couch. “wanna talk about it?”
you took a long sip, then sighed. “he just… turned into this entitled prick the second he realised he wasn’t getting laid.”
lando was quiet for a moment. when he spoke, his voice was strangely tight. “he touched you?”
“no. just my hand. it was sleazy.”
he made a low sound in his throat, almost a growl. his knuckles were white where he gripped his water bottle. “fuckin’ idiot,” he muttered, more to himself than to you.
“yeah,” you sighed, leaning your head back against the cushions. “and i thought he was… i don’t know. different. nice. he thought because of my dress that…” you ran a hand over your face.
he was quiet for a minute, just breathing. “if he wasn’t so obsessed with himself, he’d probably have realized you’re not like that.”
you snorted. “like what?”
lando shrugged. “i dunno. easy? or—like, the kind of girl who’d go home with a guy she just met. i mean, you can if you want.”
you went very still. sex was a topic you’d carefully avoided with him. whenenver he’d made vague, jokey attempts to gauge your experience over the years, you’d shut him down with a quick, flustered change of subject. the truth—that you were still a virgin at your age—was mortifying. in your world, in his world, it seemed like everyone was swimming in sexual experience, and you were still paddling in the kiddie pool. you’d assumed he thought you were experienced, maybe even promiscuous, given how you’d dodged his questions. the idea of him knowing the truth made you want to crawl under the sofa and die.
“not really. i mean, i’ve never even—” you blurted out, the wine and frustration loosening your tongue, before common sense slammed into you. your mouth snapped shut, your cheeks flaming. panic seared through you. why had you even started to say that? it was a stupid secret, but you’d kept it, sure he’d tease her or, worse, act weird about it.
but he’d heard the aborted sentence. his eyebrows shot up. the jealousy that had been simmering in his gaze was momentarily eclipsed by curiosity. “never even what?” he asked, his voice dropping, becoming quieter, more focused.
“nothing,” you said quickly, sitting up straighter. “forget it.”
“didn’t sound like nothing.” lando leaned forward slightly, his presence suddenly overwhelming in the dim room. “c’mon. you can tell me. never even… what?”
you squirmed under his scrutiny. this is territory you’d carefully fenced off for years.
“lando, drop it,” you pleaded, but it came out weak.
“never even been on a decent date?” he pressed, but his eyes said he knew it was more.
“no! i mean, yes, but… ugh.” you buried your face in your hands, feeling the blush spread down your neck.
his hand moved from the back of the couch. you felt his thumb brush against your bare thigh, just below the hem of that stupidly short dress. it was probably an accident. it had to be an accident.
you freezed.
he didn’t move it away.
your breath hitched, a tiny, traitorous sound in the quiet room. his thumb stroked upward, just an inch. like a test. you should’ve jerked away. you should’ve laughed it off. you should’ve done anything but sit there, paralysed, as a warm, heavy pulse began to beat between your legs.
“its ok, tell me.” his voice was gentle, but he wasn’t teasing anymore. he was asking. seriously asking. “you can tell me anything. you know that.”
you did know that. and maybe it was the wine, maybe it was the crushing disappointment of the night, maybe it was the way he was looking at you—like you were the only person in the world—but the words spilled out in a rushed, ashamed whisper. “i’ve never… been with a guy. okay? im—im a virgin.”
you heard him suck in a soft breath. when you dared a glance, his expression had transformed. the friendly concern was gone, replaced by a look that made your breath catch, something darker, hotter, that made your stomach do a flip. his eyes had darkened, pupils swallowing the irises.
“oh,” he breathed. you felt horribly exposed, raw under that look. “why?” the question was blunt, but his voice was soft.
you shrugged helplessly, shrinking back into the cushions under the weight of his gaze. you felt interrogated, but not in a bad way. in a way that made your skin feel too tight and hot. “i don’t know. it’s never felt right. with anyone. its… embarrassing.”
“it’s not,” he said, and he sounded like he meant it. he was leaning closer now. the casual distance between you had evaporated. you could smell his cologne, see the faint stubble along his jaw. “do you… think you will soon? with the next guy?”
you squirmed, the movement involuntary, your thighs pressing together. the air in the room felt thicker, harder to breathe. “i… i don’t know. maybe. if it feels right.” the words came out breathy, uncertain.
his eyes tracked your movement, the way you shifted on the couch. a slow, almost imperceptible smile touched his lips. it wasn’t his usual grin. this was something more knowing, more predatory. his thumb rubbed circles of your thigh, slipping under the hem of your dress.
you gasped, a tiny, choked sound, and your breath hitched. but you didn’t pull away. you couldn’t. you were frozen, pinned by his gaze and that single point of contact. heat was pooling low in your belly, your panties growing damp with an embarrassing, instantaneous rush of arousal at his closeness, the look on his face. a pathetic, instinctive response to your best friend’s touch.
he saw it. he saw the conflict in your eyes, the way your legs pressed together instinctively.
“what’s got you so squirmy, hmm?” his voice dropped, lost its playful edge. it was a voice you’d never heard from him before. a man’s voice, not your best friend’s.
you couldn’t speak. this was so wrong. so fucked up.
“those guys,” he murmured, his hand sliding higher, his fingers splayed on your inner thigh. “...they’re missing out on something great.” his gaze locked on yours, daring you to look away.
a whimper escaped you. you squeezed your eyes shut, as if that could make it stop, make him stop.
you heard him huff with purely concealed amusement. “tell me what you want.”
your mind was pure mush. you trembled slightly under his hand, which was inching closer and closer to the heat of your cunt. you made another small, wordless plea.
“use your big girl words,” he said. the condescension should have pissed you off. but instead the dam broke. the weeks of loneliness, the awful dates, the confusing, overwhelming sensation of his touch, his voice, his new, terrifying proximity—it all crashed together. the words tumbled out raw and stripped of all pride.
“you,” you breathed, your voice cracking. “please. you.”
the grin that spread across his face was wolfish, triumphant. he leaned in close, his body heat enveloping you. his lips brush the sensitive skin beneath your ear, and you shudder violently. “i’ll be so good to you, baby.”
you whined at the pet name—he’s never called you that—and the sound seemed to thrill him.
“you gonna let me make you feel good?” he whispered against your neck, his breath hot.
you were beyond words. you just nodded desperately, head falling back against the couch, offering him your throat. a silent plea. you felt your legs fall open, a wanton, instinctive movement.
he made a low, approving sound. “that’s my girl.”
then his hands were on you, but not the frantic, clumsy groping from the few drunken snogs you’d endured. his touch was reverent. he traced the straps of your dress, his fingers skimming your collarbones, before he gently, so gently, pushed the silky material off you.
he stared, his breath catching. “fuck,” he whispered, the word filled with awe. “look at you.”
his hands came up to cup your tits through the lace of your bra, his thumbs sweeping over your nipples, which were already pebbled tight and aching. you gasped, arching into his touch.
“so pretty,” he cooed, his voice thick. “so fucking perfect.” he unhooked your bra with ease, tossing it aside. the cool air hit your skin, followed immediately by the heat of his gaze. he palmed your tits, weighing them, his thumbs circling your nipples before them lightly. sharp, sweet pleasure-pain lanced through you, making you cry out.
“so sensitive,” he murmured, leaning down to take one peak into his mouth. he suckled gently, then with more pressure, his tongue swirling around the tip. you cried out, your fingers tangling in his soft, curly hair. he moved to the other breast, giving it the same attention, his hand kneading the soft flesh. you were panting, writhing under his mouth.
after what felt like an eternity of blissful torture, he began to inch his way down your body, his lips and tongue leaving a trail of fire on your skin. he kissed over your stomach and hips, nuzzling the soft skin of your inner thighs. the intention became clear, and a bolt of pure mortified panic shot through you.
“lan, wait–” you protested, trying to sit up, to close your legs. the idea of him… there… it was too much, too intimate. too embarrassing.
he shushed you, his hands firm on your thighs, holding you open. “hey, look at me,” he said, his voice coaxing and sweet. you met his eyes, wide with anxiety. “it’s just me. i want to taste you. wanna make you feel good. let me, yeah? for me.”
the for me did you in. you bit your lip, a fresh wave of heat flooding you, and after a moment’s hesitation, you let your body relax back into the cushions.
he smiled soft and genuine, and it made your chest tight. “good girl.”
he gently positioned you, sliding down your body until he was settled between your spread legs. you could feel his warm breath through the damp fabric of your panties. the intimacy of it was staggering. you were trembling.
he pressed a soft kiss to the lace covering your cunt, and you jerked. “shh,” he soothed.
in a moment of desperate instinct, you reached down, your fingers fumbling. you found the soaked fabric of your own arousal, and hooked your thumbs into the sides of your panties, pulling them off, giving him completely unfettered access.
he made a choked, guttural sound against you and pulled back for a second. when you looked down, his eyes were locked on your cunt, blown black with lust. he looked utterly depraved. the sight sent a fresh flood of heat through you.
“fuck,” he rasped. “so greedy. couldn’t wait, could you?
you felt him part your folds with his thumbs, and then his mouth was on you. not tentative, not questioning, but sure and hungry. he licked a broad, flat stripe through your dripping cunt and you cried out, hips bucking off the couch. he groaned against you, the vibration making you see stars. his tongue flattened against your clit, then circled it, then sucked it into his mouth. you could feel the scrape of his stubble against your sensitive skin, could hear the wet, obscene sounds of his mouth on your cunt.
“oh god,” you sobbed, your hands fisting in his hair. “oh fuck, lando.”
the embarrassment melted away, burned up by the sheer overwhelming pleasure. you were panting and writhing, a continuous stream of incoherent sounds falling from your lips.
“lando… shit… please…” you begged, not even knowing what you were begging for.
he increased the pressure, sucking your clit hard, and you shattered. your back arched off the couch, and a raw cry tore from your throat as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over you. he gentled his mouth as you rode out the aftershocks, lapping softly until you were whimpering from oversensitivity. he pulled back then, rising up on his knees between your splayed legs. his own breathing was ragged as he looked down at you—a flushed, trembling mess on his couch. he inched the waistband of his sweats down his hips, his cock obscenely bulging before you. your eyes widened. his cock sprang free as he pushed his sweats and boxers down completely.
fuck. it was… huge. thick and long and already leaking at the tip. your heart pounded against your ribs like a trapped bird. he wrapped a hand around himself, stroking slowly as he watched your face. this is wrong he’s your friend he ate you so fucking well he’s your friend he’s your friend—but all you could see was his cock in his fist and remember what that mouth had just done to you.
“you can tell me to fuck off,” he said hoarsely, his gaze locked on yours with shocking sincerity. “right now. and i will.” he swallowed hard. “
the honesty in his voice undid you. you shook your head frantically before you could think better of it. “please,” was all you could manage.
he let out a shuddering breath, his composure cracking. “are you…?”
“m’on the pill,” you blurted. you’d never been so glad for your fucking cramps in your life, couldn’t bear to see lando walk away for a condom, even only for a minute.
he groaned, a sound of pure relief and desire. “thank fuck.” he leaned over you, bracing one hand on the couch by your head, his cock nudging against your soaked entrance. he rubbed the head through your slick folds, coating himself, the sensation making you whimper. “just the tip,” he promised, like he thought you’d rather do this with someone else.
he pushed forward, just an inch, breaching you slightly. you gasped at the unfamiliar stretch.
“easy,” he murmured, leaning over you to pinch a nipple between his fingers while his other thumb found your clit again. but it wasnt enough. the “just the tip” promise felt like a taunt now.
“lando… please,” you begged, your hips lifting tentatively.
“please what?”
“don’t… don’t just… please, lando, fuck me. i need… i need you to fuck me.”
a ragged groan tore from his throat. he looked wrecked, his control snapping. “you sure?” he ground out, his forehead damp with sweat.
“yes! please, yes!”
he was so into it, you could tell. he made a pained sound and his eyes rolled back for a second before he locked onto yours with fierce intensity.
“okay,” he breathed. “okay, baby. i’ve got you.”
he pushed further, and there was a sharp pinch of pain that made you flinch and suck in a breath through your nose.
“shhh,” he soothed again, his forehead dropping to yours. his hand found yours on the couch cushion and laced your fingers together, squeezing tightly. “breathe for me. you’re doing so good.”
the intimacy of it was devastating, the careful way he was taking you apart while holding you together. “such a good fucking girl,” he rasped as he bottomed out. “taking me so well.”
you felt so full, so stretched to capacity, but simultaneously so cherished that the discomfort melted into something else. “oh god,” you whispered, awed by the feeling. you were joined. with lando. your best friend. and it felt more right than anything ever had.
he didn’t move for a long moment, letting you adjust. “okay?” he whispered, his thumb stroking the back of your hand.
you nodded, unable to speak.
“can I move?” he asked, his hips giving a tiny, involuntary jerk.
“yeah,” you breathed. “please.”
he pulled back, almost all the way out, then sank back in with the same slow, deep pace. the ache slowly transformed into a deep, building pleasure. he set a rhythm that was deep and gentle, each thrust brushing a spot inside you that made your toes curl.
“you feel…” he started, then lost the words, dropping his head to your shoulder. “fuck, baby. gripping me so well.”
his thrusts began to gain a little speed, a little force. the sound of skin on skin, of his grunts and your high whimpers, filled the room. one of his hands left yours to grip your hip, holding you steady as he drove into you. the other stayed tangled with yours.
you met his thrusts, your legs locking around his waist, pulling him deeper. the pleasure built, higher and higher, a pressure coiling tight within you. he shifted his angle slightly, and on the next thrust, he hit a spot inside you that made you see white. you screamed, your nails digging into his back.
“there?” he grunted, his pace becoming less controlled, more frantic. “you like that?”
all you could do was nod, sobbing with pleasure. he pounded into you almost deliriously, over and over, his own breath coming in ragged gasps.
“i’m gonna… lando, i’m gonna–”
“cum for me, baby,” his voice was fucking wrecked. “cum on my cock.”
your second orgasm of the night was even more powerful than the first. your mind blanked with ecstasy and your cunt clenched around him, milking his cock. your cries were muffled against his shoulder as you shook uncontrollably.
the feel of you pulsing around him was his undoing. with a final, brutal thrust, he buried himself to the hilt and came with a shout, his body shuddering violently above you.
for a long moment, neither of you moved. the only sounds were your tiny pants and the distant hum of monaco outside. silence stretched between you, heavy and loaded. lando reached for your hand, threading his fingers through yours. the gesture was so familiar, so him, that it made your throat tighten.
what happened now? what did you say after you’d just had sex with your best friend? after he’d taken your virginity on a couch in your shared living room?
lando seemed to be wondering the same thing. he turned his head to look at you, his expression unreadable in the dim light.
he squeezed your hand and closed his eyes, resting his chin on your shoulder. his breathing gradually slowed to match yours. “my girl, yeah?” he whispers. “mine.”
you could feel his cum slowly drip out of your cunt messily, and you could only nod, fucked out and breathless. you never believed him more.
kinda hate the ending sorry 😔 also off limits pt5 is coming next weeekkk
summary: Lando couldn't lie, he loved when you pretended to have jumped straight out of a hentai. He liked when you pretended that you didn't know why his dick inside of you felt nice. He hated to admit that he liked your self-infantilization. But god, he loved the high pitched sounds you made.
fem!Reader x Lando Norris
Warnings: Smut 18+ MDNI, unprotected sex, p in v, ageplay, dd/lg elements, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, squirting, creampie
He mustered you in your soft pink underwear, the lace bands around your thighs and the pink overknee socks with ribbons on them.
"You're so pretty, darling. You know that?" You giggled, hiding behind your hand.
"C'mere." He pulled you close to him, looking right down into your innocent eyes looking back up.
"Are you a pretty girl?" You lit up and nodded. His finger wandered over your nose, "And such a good one too."
His thumb went over your lower lip, "Open."
A endeared smirk was on his face as he pushed his thumb into your mouth. He bit his lip at the innocent eyes you made up at him still, even like this.
He grabbed your lower jaw to open your mouth softly, pointer and middle finger sliding over your tongue, "So gorgeous." You softly blinked in response, feet wiggling excited at the compliment. He watched you gag slightly and blush thrown off, "Oop, sorry love."
He smirked as he made you gag again, "I swear I'm not doing it on purpose. My fingers are just too big for your mouth, hm?" You softly nodded, fully blushing now.
"Love when you blush for me, little girl." He felt your breathing hitch and your eyes avert.
"Don't be shy, babygirl." He murmured and pulled his fingers out of your mouth. He pointed your chin up, "Can I remove your cute little panties, hm?"
You angled your head, "Why?" You watched him lick his lips, "I wanna show you something, yeah?" You reluctantly nodded before you were walked backwards until your calves hit the bed and made you sit down.
"Lay down, I'll take it off for you, princess." He cooed. His hands diligently weren't disturbing your ribbons while taking it off.
He started taking his pants off as well, "What are you doing?" His eyes peeked your way, "Just part of what I wanna show you, okay?" You nodded again, patient, curious.
He laid down next to you, holding eye contact with you as his hands wandered between your legs. You made an uncomfortable sound as he touched your clit, his fingers briefly pushed into you before coming back up to your face. He pushed the slick fingers into your mouth, "You taste like candy, hm?" You whinced softly and he gave you a soft smile. "Can I make you feel good?"
You angled your head again, confused. "Trust me, yeah."
He grabbed you and handled you around like you weighed nothing to him, head gently pushed into the soft pillow before he sat between your legs he was gently pushing apart.
You whimper, "What are you doing?"
He bit his lip, "Showing you something. Promise it'll feel good." You frowned skeptical.
You gasped when his body started pushing into you. "Trust me, it'll feel good." He whispered.
He loved the innocent shocked face you made as you watched his length slowly vanish deeper into your body.
"Here, hold this." He directed you to hold your legs stretched close to your body.
"Fuck you feel good, baby." He got out strained before he started moving in small thrusts. Your skeptical innocent frown looking up at him made him frown back in desperation. He gave you a slightly harsher thrust and you whined in response, "Why does it feel good?"
"Cuz you're my pretty girl." He cooed and you nodded as he increased his pace.
"Cuz your tiny body was made to be used like this." He groaned and you softly moaned in return.
"Be a good little girl and let me hear you, hm? Wanna know if it feels good." He cooed and your more needy frown up at him was accompanied by a nod.
He started moving into you faster, harsher, your bodies meeting sounded wetter with each movement. He heard you whimper, whine, then those sweet high pitched moans started. And if he didn't want anything to stop, it was those moans that increasingly sounded like you were an anime girl being used in the vilest ways.
He watched you tear up as you let out whiny moan after whiny moan. "C'mon, look at me. Don't stop looking at me, yeah?" His voice was rough between pants.
Your body was shaken by his intense movements, high pitched voice pressing out an "Feels so good."
"Uh-huh." He smirked, sweating above you.
He heard just how wet he made you, "Let it happen, don't hold back for me, little girl."
There was a questioning moan and face up at him before he started pounding into you, eyes looked on yours. He watched your blushed face slowly go cross-eyed as your loud and high-pitched moans became hoarse and desperate. He watched your body forcing you to stop breathing as you made a mess on him and the sheets in two waves interrupted by an obscenely pornographic moan.
He kept going as you frowned up at him, "I'm sorry."
He groaned, "You did nothing wrong, baby."
"I'm so sorry." You repeated, searching his eyes.
He pushed you deep a few times with whiny groans before exiting you and finishing on your stomach, "Don't be sorry, look? You also made me make a mess."
He grabbed your hand and made you push into the liquid before softly shoving the fingers into your own mouth.
"Will you let me do it again, but inside of you?" He watched you frown, "Why?"
"It's like...cake filling, it's just better when it's in the cake, hm?" You reluctantly nodded.
He grinded himself against you, making you whimper at the raw feeling of the stimulation.
"And princess?" You focused fully on him, "Need you to make a mess again, yeah? Nothing to be sorry for."
"But–" "–Nothing to be sorry for!" You nodded blushing.
He pushed into your body again with ease from how hopelessly wet you had become.
"Does my body inside of you feel good, babygirl?" You nodded heavily. "Nuh-uh, use your words, darling."
"Yes, feels so good. So overwhelming." He chuckled as he immediately went for a higher pace, making you squeak before you started desperately moaning from the overstimulation of your body.
"Doing so well for me, little girl." He cooed again as you teared up look up at him.
"Promise the tears are worth it, princess. You're so patient." He said in a strained voice.
With a squeal you unexpectedly made another mess for him as he kept pumping into your body.
"Good girl. Feels that good, hm?" He chuckled panting.
You nodded heavily with a moaning breath out accentuating how much he was shaking you again. You squealed another time, making yet another mess.
"Can't stop making a mess?" You nodded with a deep teary-eyed frown moaning more than you were breathing. Your body couldn't stop. There was another high-pitched long moan cut off by another wave of wetness. "Can you do one more for me, pretty girl?"
"Uh-huh." You pressed out thrashing in the pillow.
"Told you it would feel good." He chuckled before letting himself rut into you deeply. His hand went to grab face to look at you.
"Look at me. Wanna see your reaction to me making a mess inside your body, baby." He said it so sweet with a smile between heavy panting. His body pounded into you harshly, making you sob and moan out repeatedly, before he fully pushed inside of you and stayed buried there. He watched your eyes roll back at the sensation inside of you as you made one last mess in response.
His fingers stroked your hair, "Good girl. Such a beautiful little princess for me. Taking me so well."
He kissed away the tears on your face before letting you let go of your legs. "I'll take off your pretty bows so I can clean you, yeah?" You nodded with a trusting soft smile.
He carefully removed all your little pieces and decorations before softly picking you up and letting you back down in the shower.
With the water went away the nastiness but also your roles, "Fuck, this feels illegal every single time."
You giggle, "I love how much it gets you going and how cute and careful you are."
He cupped your face, "Of course, gotta make my baby feel safe, hm?"
You kissed him, "You always do."
He kissed back, "Plus it's the only way I make you squirt like that. Worth it." You laughed at that. "What? I love the way you just can't stop. It's so hot." He captured your lips more sensual and hungry, "So fucking hot."
"Guess we'll have to reverse the roles at some point so I can understand what you mean." You both giggled at that.
summary: A private jet flight with several stops from Monaco to Melbourne turns southwards when Carlos, Charles, Lando and Oscar all agree on wanting to help you stay awake to prevent jet lag...or maybe make you go to sleep early?
fem!Reader x Lando Norris, Oscar Piastri, Charles Leclerc & Carlos Sainz
Warnings: Smut 18+ MDNI, unprotected sex, creampies, a little dub-con-ish, semi public sex, fingering, manhandling, 4 men horny on main
You sank down in your seat on the private jet with a sigh. This was going to be long one and your body couldn't quite decide if you'd want to sleep now and go through jet lag in Australia or stay up and go to sleep at the correct time once you landed in Melbourne.
There was a soft smile directed at you from across the table, "You all good?" The Aussie mustered you intently.
"Yeah, just dunno if I should push myself to stay awake or sleep now and jetlag my way through the first day there."
He nodded, "I'll probably push my way through with a little nap at some point."
"Same." Charles commented from the other end of the aisle.
You sighed again, "I'm not a napper so it's either all in for me, which is hard, or fully sleeping through half of the flight at some point."
Carlos and Charles shared a knowing look, "You want us to help you stay awake?"
You shrugged as you took your shoes off to be comfortable on the plane. This was a boys trip in general. Lando was sitting right behind you tapping around on his phone, Oscar looked at you with a neutral face in front of you, the other two across the aisle from you. You'd pick up some extras on the fuel stop in Abu Dhabi, but for the first eight hours of this flight you were surrounded by a lot of dumbass boy energy and you were mentally preparing for the stupid jokes.
Everyone's phones went off except for yours. You leaned onto the table in front of you bored. If you'd stay up the fun shit would have to be held back for later. There were some smirks directed at phones and lots of typing.
You were softly grabbed and manhandled by Lando who sat himself down in your spot and put you back down on his lap. You blinked at the sudden change, "You're a little too comfortable with me."
He pushed your face against his nose, "Maybe you're just comfortable." You rolled your eyes scoffing.
One of his hands softly landed on your thigh, the other went to cover up his face as he whispered to you, "I think everyone here would like to give you a hand with staying awake or falling asleep real fast."
You felt your heart drop and looked around. The Spaniard and his best friend were watching you both with a smile that seemed neutral enough to be played off as finding the situation funny. The Aussies eyes were focused in on you with the slightest hint of a blush.
You turned and whispered back at Lando, "Don't fucking make it weird."
His hand wandered to the inside of your thigh, "God forbid we wanna take care of you."
You gave him a pointed look, "Nothing taking care of me about risking me my job."
"Oh, so you're not opposed to it, it's just that part?" His eyes were mustering you again with a playful glint.
You blinked at him and the audacity, "Dude. Know your place, for real."
He gripped into your thigh, "You mean between your legs?" Your mouth fell open, mustering him, he grinned wider, "I expected a slap for that but here we are."
You swallowed and he murmured in a low voice, "We don't have to, but we'd like to." You hissed back, "I'm not your object."
He gave you soft eyes, "Of course not. We can be nice about it, hm?"
Charles commented, not knowing what the conversation unfolding was about, "You telling her how much we appreciate her?"
Lan grinned, "Something like that. See? They also all just really want to see you do well."
You frowned overwhelmed, Charles' face softening, "Don't be shy for us."
"We've all been talking about this for ages. You're always so great to us. Let us help you." Carlos added, deer-eyed look at you.
Your face went over to Oscar. He looked intent on not overstepping, "It's your choice, you know? I also wouldn't be keen to say yes if I was you."
Lan replied, "We just really all...want you."
You tensed up, "You're all making me really uncomfortable."
The Brit looked at you, "Look. You can say no. Your career won't go anywhere. I don't think you understand how badly we all...this has been a bit of a polycule type conversation. We wanna have you for ourselves. Not just because we're all being particularly horny today or something. Promise we'll treat you right."
You nervously bit around on your bottom lip, "I don't know. Four people is a lot. I–" – "No no, love, I get it. We...can start in other ways, hm?"
You fidgeted around with your hands, "I don't know if I trust you all."
He grabbed his phone and unlocked it, showing you parts of their conversation in a group chat named *Y/N Protection Squad*
Carlos » She's so gorgeous today 🙏🏻
Char » Did you guys know she has a certification in negotiating?
Osc » Yeah, she also has one in marketing.
Lan « I think my brain just stopped working. Was anyone gonna tell me she's wearing a sundress? 🥴
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Lan « She looks so tired 🥺
Osc » Four 12h days will do that to her
Lan « That's it I'm buying her snacks
Char » She seems to like those strawberry mini-cakes
Lan » Snack Rescue is in action
Lan » The way she looked at me when I gave her the snacks 🥹 I think I'm going insane boys
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Osc » If Rob keeps touching her while they talk I might go insane...
Carlos » I noticed it too. He's being such a creep 🗣️
Lan « I can't speak on it, that's how I act lmao
Char » Yeah, but you take the hint when she steps away
Osc » That's it, I'm rescuing her out of that conversation.
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Lan « Not to sexualize but I'll sexualize...that woman deserves to have a train ran on her (consensually). Holy fuck. Look at that woman today!!!
Osc » 👀 slow down there mate
Lan « You disagreeing?
Osc » She just doesn't seem the type...Hell, I'm not the type. YOU and Carlos are the type.
Carlos » 🤝
Char » I also don't like being watched but like...with her it's different.
Osc » With her a lot of things are different 🥴
Lan « Good, so we all agree this woman deserves to be wrecked 🤤
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Char » She said she likes red jumpers 🗣️
Carlos » She just like cozy clothes in general
Char » idc I'm taking this personal
Osc » And yet my merch is the only she's ever worn
Lan « When!?
Osc » Last year Melbourne 🥰 (sent an image)
Lan « I keep forgetting you're the OG Y/N lover in this group
Osc » She also likes a certain type of Cookies & Cream ice cream I've never found anywhere (sent an image)
Carlos » On it
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Char » 8h on a plane alone with her boys...
Lan « I shouldn't be this excited
Carlos » Might be our ideal chance
Osc » Don't scare her off when she can't leave 🤨
Lan « I think just being honest might pay off...and we're all tested soooooo
—
Carlos » Mission fuck Y/N on a plane?
Char » I mean I'm not opposed
Lan « Let me try something
Osc » oh boy, this'll be something. you could've just gotten us to first base instead. nvm he already got up
You looked up at Lando already looking at you, "We have a shared Google Note about things you like. And believe me I listened when you mentioned what Tiffany's rings you've looked at for your vision board. You're always so stressed and we just...wanna do something about it, especially now what you need it."
You huffed air out, "I mean I'd say yes to a date, but..."
Osc commented with he grin, "What if we beg? You like begging, right? You mentioned you're a bit of a sadistic woman."
You feigned shock at him, "Okay, rude, but yeah."
He shrugged, "Say yes to us then. Please?"
You sighed, still overwhelmed, "If you pay off my student loans...sure."
"How much?" Charles had his phone ready to take a note, now you laughed, "18k"
"Oh, so your sex can be bought?" Carlos playfully joked.
"No, but if four powerful men want me and are about to risk my job I'd like to not worry about a future job. You're not making me financially dependent boys."
Lan grinned at you, "There's the feistiness back."
He grabbed you to sit you down facing his way on the table, "Boys, I think dinner's ready." Your shocked response was subdued by kisses being pressed onto your knee, your neck, your shoulder and your lips.
"Let's tire you out, baby." Char whispered against your lips and you pressed your legs together before they were pried back to their original position by Lan's hands.
"Let's take off your clothes, don't need them to get dirty, hm?" Lan murmured, reaching for the waistband of your pants.
You grabbed his hand mid-motion, "No, you all first. I'm not your object." You saw two shrugs in front of you and heard kerfuffle around you.
The lips on your neck let up, "You okay?" You nodded at the softness of the Aussie.
Before you could even take in the view of all the well-trained bodies around you, you were manhandled to stand up, lips all on you.
"C'mon princess, we wanna see you." – "Ours." – "Gonna be so fucked out by the end of this." – "Promise you won't regret it."
Two hands were dragging down your pants, two grabbed your boobs, one was gently placed over your throat and one dove into your panties. "Let me fix that." A thick accent mumbled before you felt the hand circle your clit making you do a double inhale against Charles' mouth as he was kissing you.
"That's right, relax." He cooed as his friend worked on melting your brain.
Four hands worked together to take off your hoodie and bra. "God, look at those. So fucking pretty."
Carlos grabbed your jaw with his free hand, making you look at him, "Let us use you, yeah?"
You nodded, already out of it. Your panties were yanked off of you and you were placed back onto the table, into something warm and wet, "Hmm, you'll have that all over you when we're done with you." Lan hummed.
You felt how your body was held as you felt a soft pressure between your legs, "So tight, fuck."
"She's gonna be all used by the end of this." Char whispered.
You whined as you felt soft thrusts into your core, "Don't be quiet, hm?"
"Gosh, look how bad she wants it." A hand went to rub you as Carlos pushed himself into you more and more targeted.
"Fucking hell, you're taking him deeper than I expected." Lan commented turned on.
"So gorgeous for us." Osc's voice added.
You started being pounded into, making you whine louder, "C'mon baby, you can take him."
"Yes, she can. Fuck, look at her." With a groan the Spaniard left your body and you felt him decorate your tummy.
"Aw, c'mon man, didn't even make her finish." – "Right?" You felt pressure building between your legs again, barely peeking your eyes open between kisses and touches to spot the quiet Aussie with a focused frown on his face.
"Should I keep touching her?" Lan inquired and you whined. He chuckled, "Alright, love, I'll take that as a yes."
A leg was grabbed and pushed further away from you as you felt a comfortable rhythm push into you, "C'mon, show us what you like."
You moaned as the youngest in the room grabbed your hips and pushed into you deeply, "Talk to us, baby."
"Keep doing that." You responded barely audible.
"God damn, look at how you're making her squirm."
"Faster, please." You whined and were immediately heard. More moans spilling out of you. "Oh, this boy is killing himself to make you finish first." Lan commented amused.
"Please please please." You kept mumbling.
"Hm?" A strained voice responded.
"You want something from him, princess?"
You whined out, "Inside."
"What inside, princess?"
"Finish. Finish inside, please." A collective mumbling of "fuck" and "that's hot" was audible.
You felt him melt into you with a groan and squeezed around him uncontrollably in return, "Just like that, baby. Just like that."
You felt him leave you and someone else immediately enter, "Let her recover." – "You do know what free use is, right?" A french voice chuckled before you felt the man it belonged to thrusting into you.
"Look at you, all tired already." Carlos chuckled.
"Fuck, you're all so big." You whined and where pacified with another kiss.
"Gonna use you so good." You heard from the man inside of you before he started pounding into you, making you whine again. "You sound so pretty, baby."
You couldn't finish again yet, instead you felt the urge to squirm in their grasps.
"So pretty, fuck." You felt him leave you and finish all over your core.
"You made her look so pretty for me." Lan's grin was audible in his voice.
He was drawing circles in your skin as he pushed himself into you, "Fuck." – "I know baby. That's why I'm not the first. Wanna see how much of me you can take."
You whimpered, "Everything." He chuckled, "I know you want to, love."
He pushed deeper, a frown forming on your face, "Too much?" You shook your head. He reached full depth and you sighed, "Permission to absolutely wreck you?"
You sighed, "Mhm." He grasped into you in a way that would leave bruises as he pushed into you in a way that hit your cervix. You whined out. "Relax, baby."
You felt soft kisses on your face left and right and a hand on your clit as you were stretched out with each push.
"So big." You moaned and heard in the sound how much your body was shaken with the movement.
"And you're taking it so well, baby."
You wrung your body in their grasp, "And you said you didn't want this." Someone remarked with a chuckle.
You sharply inhaled as your body forced itself to squeeze around Lan who buried himself deep inside of you as he let himself finish.
You were still overwhelmed, eyes closed, felt hands softly caressing you, soft kisses, a wet soft towel, two fingers softly pushing into you, the sound of someone licking their fingers, then a "Want more?"
You let out an exhausted huff and felt yourself being dressed again. Then you were softly grabbed into someone's lap.
"Promise next time it won't be all of us. But you're ours now. No takebacks." You heard a soft British voice. "Want me to wake you or d'you wanna sleep through?"
You showed one finger for option one and felt a kiss being put into your hair, "Is two hours, alright?"
You nodded, "See you in two hours, angel. Rest those pretty eyes."
Heyy girliee, first of all I want to say that your writing is absolutely amazing. I’ve been reading your Lando fics for the past couple of days and “endings, beginnings” had me feeling butterflies in my stomach 🫢 I wanted to ask you if you could write something about lando and reader being friends but constantly having sexual tension building up between them. Maybe they flirt with each other but never think of it as something so serious and one night after a party they completely destroy each other. I fully trust you with this and how you’ll develop the story haha and don’t hold back. Thank youuu :*
Think twice | LN⁴
💌 REQUESTED by anon ──── Thank you so much for the love on Endings, beginnings & I appreciate you for taking the time to share this. Hope you like it 🤍🎀
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𐙚 summary ──── What starts as a chill party, where they sit in their old habits, ends with new boundaries crossed and a heavy tension they can no longer ignore.
𐙚 pairing ──── Lando Norris x she/reader
𐙚 rating ──── explicit
𐙚 category ──── F/M
𐙚 warnings ──── 18+, mature/sexual content, descriptive language, swearing, mentions of alcohol and drinking, friends to lovers, bit of jealous!Lando, smut, slight teasing, praising, fingering & oral (sit on it), multiple orgasms, unprotected sex.
𐙚 word count ──── 4.8k
𐙚 date ──── Jan. 21, 2025
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THE TWO OF them are always standing next to each other, no matter the room they’re in. The context, just like the reason why this happens, is redundant. Plus, they don’t even do it on purpose; rather, they are unconsciously drawn to each other like two magnets.
The party has finally slowed to a lazy hum, the music just a tolerable background noise now. People linger in clusters around them, their voices a distant murmur blending with the faint bassline of a forgotten playlist. The living room is dim, lit mostly by the glow of a string of fairy lights drooping across the ceiling.
It was supposed to be a small gathering, but then a friend told a friend, and that friend told their friends. And now, it’s almost impossible to find a private spot to catch your breath without breathing someone else’s air.
Somehow, they did. They are tucked into the corner of a couch, their space a small bubble of comfort. Her legs are draped over his lap, bare skin warm against the fabric of his black jeans. He’s cradling her calf in one hand, his thumb absentmindedly stroking her skin.
Her fingers thread through his curls at the back of his head, twirling them lazily. It’s a casual gesture, but it sends a shiver through him every time she does it.
Their conversation shifted into easy gossiping about a mutual friend — someone they both think is trying a bit too hard with their Instagram posts.
“It’s fucking obvious he’s fishing for attention,” says Lando, sounding almost conspiratorial.
“I know, right? The cryptic ass captions, the mirror selfies. He thinks he’s smooth with it, too,” she replies, giggling at the thought.
Lando grins, his thumb still tracing circles on her leg. The banter feels safe, the kind of effortless connection they’ve always had. But underneath it, there’s a quiet tension that neither of them is ready to address. Because they are, maybe, a bit tipsy, or because none of them has ever had the courage to take it further, for some reason.
“Alright, I need to pee,” she announces suddenly, getting ready to stand.
But Lando tightens his grip on her legs, his lips twitching in a smirk. “No, you don’t.”
“Yes, I do,” she insists, half-laughing, half-exasperated. “If I don’t go, I might pee on you.”
Lando shrugs, “Go ahead. Then I might discover a new kink,” he encourages her.
“New?” she laughs. “That implies you already have at least one.”
Lando winks at her without saying a word, the corners of his mouth curling into a mischievous smile.
She rolls her eyes, smiling back at his immature behavior. “My God. You’re actually the worst. Move.”
He doesn’t. Instead, Lando, just stares at her with an expression that’s visibly different. His usual playful gaze has shifted to something more intense, and she tells herself he’s just a little... intoxicated. Still, it makes her heart skip a beat, because he looks so adorable when his eyes focus on something so intently. And so hot, that it makes her almost forget why she wanted to get up in the first place.
“Lan, I’m not joking, I actually have to go,” she whispers, her voice softer now.
He exhales, loosening his grip but not before giving her leg a small, reluctant squeeze.
“Don’t get lost,” he says, the words carrying more weight than they should.
She shakes her head, slipping off the couch and disappearing into the hallway. Lando watches her go, his eyes trailing after her like he’s afraid she might actually not come back.
Which is ridiculous, because he should not care. There are lots of other girls that he can take home tonight if he wants to.
Want, being the keyword.
Leaning back against the couch, he sighs, running a hand through his hair. He’s always known she was the embodiment of the perfect girl for him — funny, kind, and loyal. But tonight, there’s something else in the air that makes his mind wander. The way she carries herself, her laugh, the way she makes everything around her seem brighter.
Lando realized long ago that he wants to he in her presence. The truth hit him like a punch in the gut. And he still feels that punch sometimes, especially when he sees her interacting with other people. Especially men.
He’s had thoughts about her before. Many thoughts. Wild fantasies he brushed off as nothing more than fleeting curiosity. And they’ve joked about it, too, their drunken ‘if we’re single at 35’ pact a favorite running gag. But tonight, it doesn’t feel like a joke — he might actually marry her if she keeps letting him invade her personal space like that. Except she wouldn’t have let Lando do that if she didn’t want him there.
He finds himself smiling at his own thoughts. But then, an unwanted stiffness claws his body.
She’s on the way back when a guy leaning against the wall near the bathroom is blocking her path. He’s tall, too close for Lando’s liking, and he is gesturing animatedly. She’s always too polite, smiling as she talks, but Lando notices the way she shifts her weight, edging away slightly.
Something close to jealousy ignites in his chest, but he manages to tame the feeling by looking away, and forcing himself to take a slow sip of his drink. She can handle herself, he knows that. But he’s also ready to step in, just in case he needs to. Most men don’t take ‘no’ for an answer, and he’s aware of how insistent some of them can be.
When she finally returns, Lando’s mood has shifted drastically, and she notices it the second she looks at him.
“Hey, you good?” she asks, plopping back down and swinging her legs over his lap again.
“Yeah,” he says shortly, his hand resuming its absent stroking on her shin.
Her brows knit together. “Not you lying to me. Come on, Landinho, what’s with you?”
“Nothing,” he insists, but his tone is clipped, and his eyes won’t quite meet hers.
She punches his arm lightly, trying to break through whatever wall he’s just put up. “You sure?”
He looks at her then, and the vulnerability in his gaze takes her breath away. “Sure,” he says. But his hand tightens slightly on her leg, like he’s holding onto her in more ways than one.
Her heart clenches. Lando is her friend, the one person she can always count on, but in this moment, she feels the air between them growing in different direction. It’s not the first time, and it doesn’t make her uncomfortable, but it’s not easy for her to sit in it, either.
“You’re being weird,” she states, trying to lighten the mood, but her voice wavers.
“Yeah, sorry,” he mutters, forcing a small smile. “Just tired,” adds Lando, but there’s something he hides behind his eyes, something that makes her chest ache.
She studies his face, her teasing words dying on her lips. His eyes are heavy-lidded, the usual spark dulled by the late hour and maybe one drink too many. His movements are slow, lazy, his thumb still caressing her skin.
“I can see that,” she says gently, sliding her legs off his lap. “Up. Come with me?”
The sudden loss of contact pulls him out of his haze, “Where?” asks Lando, his voice faintly slurred with exhaustion.
“Do you trust me?” she replies with a knowing smile, standing up and extending a hand to him. “My god, Lando. My friend gave me keys to one of the rooms upstairs in case I wanted to crash.”
He hesitates, glancing at her outstretched hand before finally letting out a soft laugh and taking it.
They make their way upstairs, the faint thump of music growing quieter with each step. The room isn’t far, tucked at the end of a hallway. She unlocks the door, revealing a small but cozy space. The room is dimly lit, with a single bedside lamp casting a muted glow over the single bed that’s pressed against one wall, a small dresser, and an armchair in the corner.
Lando steps in behind her, the faint hum of the party fading as the door clicks shut. His gaze sweeps over the room, taking in the space. She lingers by the door for a moment, turning the key with a soft click, locking them in; the sound feels final, and heavier than it should.
Lando notices the bed immediately, his eyes narrowing briefly before he rubs the back of his neck, a gesture that betrays his unease. His voice is low and uncertain as he says, “You know what, I can crash on the couch downstairs. It’s fine.”
She tilts her head, her lips curving into a small smile as she watches him fidget. “You can,” she agrees, knowing that Lando has the superpower to fall asleep anywhere, no matter the place or how loud the background noise is. “Unfortunately, I locked the door,” she adds with fake concern in her voice.
Lando glances at her, his expression caught somewhere between playful and wary. “Yeah. You can unlock it, though.”
“But I won’t,” she replies, her smile softening, her words carrying an unspoken challenge that Lando catches immediately.
His lips part, and for a moment, he says nothing, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he swallows. Then, quietly, his voice dipping lower, he says, “Then don’t.”
His words linger between them, and she feels the weight of his gaze as it shifts to her. There’s no teasing in his expression now, no trace of the lighthearted Lando she’s used to.
She lets her arms fall to her side, her pulse quickening.
Lando’s chest rises and falls steadily, though there’s a tautness to his posture. His gaze darts back to the bed, then to her, and she swears she sees a flicker of something in his eyes — fear? Desire? Anticipation?
His jaw tightens, his eyes searching hers, and she feels the weight of everything left unsaid pressing down on them both. Every glance, every touch, every joke that lingered a second too long — it’s all there, bubbling to the surface.
The tension between them that has simmered for months, maybe even years, suddenly feels unbearable. Lando’s eyes meet hers once again, and the quiet resolve in her gaze breaks something inside him. And then, suddenly, a glance he catches from her it’s all it takes. The restraint he’s held onto for so long snaps like a rubber band stretched too far. Before he knows it, he’s closing the gap between them, his hands cupping her face as his lips crash against hers.
She responds instantly, her hands tangling in his curls as she pulls him closer. The kiss is all-consuming, months of buried feelings and unsaid words spilling out in a rush. It’s intoxicating, a heavy blend of alcohol and the faint sweetness of her cherry lip balm. His lips are soft, impossibly so, molding against hers like they were made to fit. The taste of him is dizzying, a perfect balance of warmth and want, and each movement of his mouth sends sparks of heat rippling through her.
It’s overwhelming, the way Lando kisses her — gentle, but with a growing intensity that leaves her breathless, her heart pounding as if it’s trying to match the rhythm of his. His fingers trail down to her neck, squeezing lightly and pulling her against him as they stumble backward toward the bed.
“Do you know how long—” he begins against her lips, his voice rough with need.
“Too long,” she cuts him off with another kiss while her fingers are rushing to tug at the hem of his shirt.
Lando groans as they tumble onto the bed. Their breaths are loud and uneven, filling the small space as their lips crash together again, need and desire fueling every movement. Her palm presses against the small of his back, coaxing him between her legs. He instinctively follows her guidance, his body lowering against hers until his forehead rests on hers. At that, Lando sighs, not with frustration but a soft exasperation that halts them both.
“Are we… okay?” he asks, half-amused and half-concerned. “We shouldn’t—we should not do this. Not like this.”
She doesn’t release him, her hands still on his sides, her legs loosely wrapped around him. “We are,” she assures him, her voice calm but insistent. “It’s just us, Lando.”
His brows furrow, his lips parting in disbelief. “I know. I just don’t want you to wake up tomorrow and—”
Her hands move to his face, cupping it firmly and forcing him to look directly at her. “Regret it?” the girl asks, her thumbs stroking his cheekbones. “Don’t be silly. You know this isn’t about tonight. I’ve wanted you for a while now. I know you do, too.”
His eyes flicker with something raw, and he swallows hard. “I do,” he agrees. “But. It’d be such a waste to mess it up.”
The weight of his confession settles over them, and he falls onto the mattress beside her. For a moment, they both stare up at the ceiling, their fingers brushing tentatively before intertwining. It’s quiet, save for the hum of the party faintly bleeding through the walls.
And then, “You’re such a good kisser, by the way,” she finally breaks the silence.
He lets out a chuckle, visibly affected. “You’re not making it any easier.”
“I’m already messed up because of you, Lan,” she confesses, turning onto her side, her fingers finding his arm and tracing slow patterns along its length. “I trust us. No matter the outcome.”
Her hand travels to his chest, her fingers brushing lightly over his collarbone before moving to his jaw. She traces the line of it, her touch light but electrifying. Finally, her thumb brushes over his bottom lip, her gaze following her movements so closely, as if she wants to devour him.
Their thoughts run wild, revisiting every stolen glance, the tension, the want — it’s always been there. Every moment brought them here.
And now?
“Do you, really?” asks Lando, his voice laced with curiosity.
She nods, her hands sliding down to rest over his, her fingers curling around his. “Completely. I trust us to figure it out as we go. Don’t you?”
He lets her words settle, a warmth spreading through his body. He does. But he still has to think twice before agreeing to something so drastic, especially when he is faced with something he wants so badly that it makes him burn with impatience.
Finally, Lando sighs, looking at her.
“It’s not a big deal, right?” she says with a quiet laugh, her voice tinged with both affection and relief. “We’ve always been good at just... being us.”
He smiles at that, the tension in his shoulders easing just a little. “That’s true. We’re pretty fucking great at that.”
Lando’s breathing hitches as she guides his hand to her ass, pressing it against her curves with an undeniable confidence. His grip tightens instinctively, and she drapes a leg over his waist, pulling herself closer. Their eyes lock, her fingers tracing his features, as if committing every contour to memory. They’ve never been so close to each other, and the intimacy of the moment makes his heart race, while hers almost melts under the warmth of his body.
“You’re going to ruin me,” he admits matter-of-factly.
Her lips curl into a faint smile. “Hopefully,” she whispers, her hand traveling south, to work on unbuttoning his jeans.
Lando swallows hard, his gaze darkening as he grips her tighter. “If I fuck you tonight…” his voice drops, laced with a possessiveness that makes her shiver. “I won’t be able to let another guy come anywhere near you again.”
Her eyebrows arch in surprise, finally able to put the pieces together, understanding why Lando was acting so strange earlier.
“Are you jealous, Lando?” she teases, though there’s a flicker of curiosity in her tone.
Lando’s response is silent; instead, he leans in, his lips finding the soft curve of her neck. He sucks lightly, then harder, leaving a blooming hickey that makes her gasp.
When he pulls back, his voice is firm, “No, I just want people to stay away from what’s mine.”
Her breath catches, and before she can stop herself, the word escapes her lips in a near-whisper. “Yours.”
The corners of his mouth twitch, but he doesn’t say anything, letting the intensity in his gaze speak for him. She pushes at his chest, making him fall back against the mattress with a soft laugh, and crawls on top of him, her thighs straddling his hips.
Impatiently, her hands work on his shirt, pushing it up his chest. “Off,” she demands, tugging until he lifts his arms and lets her pull it over his head.
His hands waste no time, slipping under her skirt and pulling at the lace of her panties. “These,” he says quickly, his breath warm against her collarbone, “are in my way.”
With a sharp pull, he slides them down her thighs, and she shivers as the cool air kisses her damp skin. She leans down, burying her face in the crook of his neck to hide her embarrassment as he guides her hips forward, her bare core pressing against the warmth of his abs. The firm ridges of muscle beneath her send a jolt of pleasure through her body, and she lets out a soft moan.
Lando’s hand tightens on her hip, his thumb brushing over her skin. “Look at that,” he breathes heavily, “What got you so excited, hm?”
She whimpers at his words, the heat pooling in her cheeks as much as between her thighs. “Don’t—” she mumbles into his neck, her voice muffled and shy.
He chuckles softly, the vibration of it against her skin making her shudder. “No, that’s so hot,” he teases, moving her hips just slightly so she drags against him. His own breath catches, and his hips shift upward, pressing the hardness of his length against her thigh. “You feel what you’re doing to me? It’s mutual.”
She lifts her head, her eyes meeting his as she lets her fingers trail down his chest. Next, she adjusts herself as her hand slides lower, brushing against the waistband of his pants before she pushes them down just enough to free him. His cock springs free, and she bites her lip at the sight of it, her own arousal growing as she reaches out to wrap her hand around him.
Lando groans, his head falling back against the pillow. “Fuck,” he breathes, his voice rough and full of longing.
As she leans down to press her lips to his chest, her tongue flicking over his nipple, a sound escapes him that’s somewhere between a gasp and a moan. She glances up again, amused. “Well,” she teases, her voice playful but sultry, “I think I just found your new kink.”
Lando lets out a weak chuckle, his hand tangling in her hair as he pulls her back up to kiss her. “Shut up,” he speaks over her lips, but the way his hips buck against her hand tells her she’s right. “Everything you do is my kink,” he whispers, the rawness in his voice making her heart race.
Her cheeks flush a deeper shade, and with a playful glint in her eye, her hand squeezes his cock lightly, eliciting a sharp inhale from him. “Sorry,” she giggles, feigning innocence, “I just wanted to make sure.”
He scoffs, shaking his head with a smirk before his hands cup her ass firmly, pressing her harder against him. His voice is rough and dripping with need as he almost begs, “Come sit on my face.”
The unexpected plea is leaving her breathless, painting her face in confusion. “What?” she stammers, her voice nearly swallowed by the thrum of arousal coursing through her.
“Yeah, you heard me,” Lando assures her, his tone insistent, his eyes ablaze with anticipation.
Without waiting for her to argue, he pushes her skirt up around her waist, revealing the soft skin of her thighs, and pulls her closer to his face. She hesitates for a moment, her nerves warring with her desire, but when his strong hands guide her gently and his lips press a teasing kiss against her inner thigh, she gives in. The first swipe of his tongue against her entrance makes her gasp, her hand flying to the wall to steady herself.
Lando groans as he tastes her, the sound vibrating against her core and sending shockwaves through her body. One arm wraps tightly around her thigh, anchoring her to him, while his free hand drifts down to his cock, stroking himself in tandem with the rhythm of his tongue. Her moans spill into the air, mixing with his as Lando’s mouth works her over like a man starved, warm and wet and utterly relentless.
“Lan,” she breathes, her voice shaky as the intensity builds. Her hips jerk against his mouth instinctively, and he responds by pulling her even closer, burying his face deeper between her legs.
His tongue flicks, swirls, and presses in all the right places, and she can barely keep herself upright. She has to press both of her palms on the wall, but even then it’s not enough to keep her grounded. Not when Lando laps at her clit, his fingers digging into her thighs to keep her still as her body begins to tremble.
“You taste so fucking good,” he informs her between strokes of his tongue, his words muffled but clear enough to make her toes curl.
As her breaths turn shallow and erratic, she feels the pressure coiling tightly in her abdomen. Lando senses it, too, and his grip tightens, his movements growing more fervent. “Wanna come for me?” he asks as impatient as she is.
Before she can even process his question, her climax crashes into her like a tidal wave, her thighs trembling around his head as her moans echo through the room. Lando doesn’t stop, his mouth and tongue coaxing her through every pulse and tremor until she’s gasping for air.
In one swift, effortless motion, he pulls her down onto the bed and flips her over, positioning himself above her. His lips are slick, his gaze heavy-lidded with lust as he pumps two fingers into her, the wet heat of her still clenching around him.
“That’s it,” he encourages, his thumb brushing against her sensitive clit as his fingers curl inside. “Let me feel you.”
Her body arches off the bed as another wave of pleasure crests over her, Lando’s name spilling from her lips in breathless cries. The sheer intensity of his touch and the quickness of it all leave her spinning, her mind barely able to keep up as he drives her over the edge once more.
By the time her breathing begins to steady, Lando leans down, his lips brushing hers in a lingering kiss, tasting her satisfaction on his tongue. He grins against her mouth, utterly smug but entirely captivated.
“See how fucking delicious you are?” he whispers, and she can only nod, still lost in the aftermath of him unraveling her completely.
Seeing the pleasure etched across her face, Lando can barely hold it together. His hands tremble slightly as he shoves his jeans and boxers down for good, freeing himself at last. His cock, heavy and flushed, rests against her thigh, the warmth of her skin giving him goosebumps. He breathes heavily, his chest rising and falling in sync with hers as he pauses for just a moment, meeting her gaze with a mix of vulnerability and pure lust.
“Are we really gonna do this?” asks Lando, his voice hiding too much desire under its raspy tone.
His eyes search hers, looking for any hint of doubt. Luckily, there is none. She just nods frantically, her hands sliding down his back to cup the firm muscles of his ass.
Her touch sends electricity through him, and she guides him where she needs him most, her body arching in anticipation. “I want you. Please.”
Without breaking eye contact, he sinks into her, and the world stops for both of them. His head falls forward, a low groan rumbling from his chest as he feels her warmth envelop him, her slick heat drawing him in effortlessly. Her body opens for him so easily, so perfectly, that it steals his breath. The tension that had coiled tightly in her frame melts away as her legs wrap around his hips, pulling him closer.
Her arms encircle his shoulders, holding him tightly while she gasps Lando’s name. Her voice is music to his ears, and he presses his forehead against hers, the connection between them both overwhelming, yet grounding. Her fingers slide into his curls, playing with the strands at the nape of his neck as her hips shift instinctively, adjusting to his size.
“God, you feel…” he trails off, unable to find the words. Instead, he lets his body speak for him, drawing back before thrusting forward again. His movements are purposeful and powerful, each one making the bed creak slightly beneath them and pushing her up and down the sheets.
Her lips part with soft cries, her fingers tightening in his hair as her body meets each of his thrusts. “Lando,” she moans, her voice full of need and adoration, spurring him on. “Yes, that feels so good. Don’t stop.”
He catches her mouth in a searing kiss, swallowing her sounds as his hands wander over her body. His fingers hook under the hem of her t-shirt, and he tugs it upward, breaking the kiss momentarily to pull it over her head. The sight of her bare skin, flushed and glistening, takes his breath away. Her breasts are adorned with black lace, and the contrast against her skin ignites something primal in him.
“Stunning,” says Lando just as his hand drifts to her chest, brushing over the delicate fabric.
The way she arches into his touch, her nails scraping lightly against his shoulders, drives him wild. His thrusts deepen, his hips moving with purpose as the room fills with the sounds of their bodies meeting, her moans, and his ragged breaths.
“Fucking hell,” he rasps. His jaw clenches as he feels her tightening around him. “You’re killing me. So tight and—”
Before he can finish, she pulls him into a kiss. It’s shallow, their lips barely meeting as they breathe each other’s air. Her nails dig into his back, her legs trembling as she holds him as close as humanly possible.
“You’re so good, Lando,” she murmurs, her voice quivering, her praise like gasoline on his fire. “My favorite boy.”
Her words send him over the edge of control, his hips stuttering as he thrusts deep inside her, feeling her walls begin to flutter and clench around his cock. Her back arches, her head burying into the pillow as her orgasm crashes over her like a tidal wave. Again.
Her moans are unfiltered, and she clutches him like he’s her lifeline, while Lando stills inside her, groaning low and long as her body grips him so tightly that knocks the air out of his lungs. He presses his forehead against her chest, their breaths hurried as her aftershocks pulse around him so sweetly. Her nails scrape lightly down his back, grounding them both, continuing to whisper his name like a prayer.
It’s enough for Lando to surrender to his own orgasm, his body trembling as wave after wave of release takes him over. He stays buried inside her, unwilling to part just yet. The warm tightness around him makes him shudder, his hand gripping her thigh to anchor himself.
When he finally pulls out, he hesitates before pressing his knee between her legs, feeling the slick warmth of their combined arousal smearing against his skin. She squirms against him, her overstimulated body trembling, her hips shifting involuntarily as aftershocks ripple through her.
Lando watches her, his eyes dark with satisfaction, his voice husky as he whispers, “Forget 35. Let’s get married tomorrow.”
She exhales sharply, a laugh bubbling out of her. “I’m down,” she teases, her tone light but affectionate. “Let’s book the venue now.”
He looks at her, gaze softening, filled with something deeper as he reaches behind her and, with one measured motion, unclasps her bra. The suddenness of it catches her off guard, her eyes widening as he tosses it aside like it’s the most natural thing in the world. Before she can say a word, Lando leans over the side of the bed, fishing for his shirt. He finds it, holding it up, then tugging it over her head, the oversized fabric swallowing her frame.
“Perfect fit,” he says softly, his fingers brushing against her arms as he helps her adjust it. The gesture makes her chest tighten, her heart swelling with an ache she doesn’t fully understand yet.
After that, Lando slides back into his boxers and pulls the covers over both of them. The bed is small, forcing their bodies to press together in a tangle of limbs. It doesn’t feel awkward, though. It feels like a new home, safe and peaceful.
He rests his head on her chest, his breath warm and steady against her, while his hand absently caresses her through the fabric of his shirt, his fingers brushing over her nipple. Everything about the moment feels somehow so normal, like they’ve been this way forever.
The silence stretches on, so comforting, until she suddenly breaks it with a soft groan. “I have to pee again.”
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