s tier shitposter⊠this blog is mainly for f1 but i will talk about other interests and my day to day! i like a lot of drivers but im very picky abt who i can write for⊠i will mainly post nsfw content so do not interact w me if youre under 18, i will block you <3
warnings: fem reader, pnv, unprotected sex, really romantic, softcore prn, husband/wife talk, pet names (baby, pretty girl, and more), light praise
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the morning drifted in slow and syrupy, edges blurred like paint on wet paper. the bed cradled you, soft and heavy. lulling your body into stillness, your limbs slack, your eyelids unwilling to open.
the static light of the sun peeking into the room from between the blinds was dreamy. weight rested across your tummy as you rolled to lay on your back. eyes drifting lazily over the ceiling fanâ still not really awake.
landoâs arm had found its home across your torso, hand tucked under your waist like it belonged there. he always held you like that, as if you might slip away if he let goâ even in sleep.Â
his face is tucked sweetly into the side of your neck. his nose brushing the delicate skin, it might have ticked if you weren't so comfortable. your skin tingled, but there was nothing left to feel except the soft hum of satisfaction.
you watched him with all consuming love. his tanned skin against yours, the windswept curls hanging sleepily against his forehead. his hand clenched around your waistâ featherlight but claiming.Â
his eyes blinked open, wonderfully slow. you watched as his consciousness started kicking in. watched as alertness eased into his facial expression. watched as his first decision of the day was to look over to you.
your eyes connected, filled with sleep and something much deeper. he smiled, seeing you were awake, leaning down to kiss you. lips connecting as you could still taste his smile.Â
âgood morning pretty girlâ he said against your neck as he rolled to lay atop you. resting his waist between your legs, your hands found his hair.Â
he hummed contently as your nails scratched light lines in his scalp. joints and limbs relaxing impossibly more, all but melting into you.Â
âlove youâ he said, coated in that morning voice that made you just a bit dizzy.Â
he turned his head up to rest his chin between your breasts. you looked down at him, adoration seeping from every one of his pores. in another life, you might have been worried about how you looked from this angle. but not now. not with him, not like this.
âlove you moreâ your lips twitched, wanting to kiss him, but being too happy to move. âyou look so hot like thisâ your hand moved to his face. lightly resting against the bow of his cheek. fingertips ghosting over the bridge of his nose, and the divot around his eyes.Â
he couldn't take it anymore. he muscled himself up to be mouth to mouth with you. kissing you with dreams still lingering on his tongue. mouthing slow, and honestly.Â
your hands dragged up his sides, really savoring every moment. the kiss held something quiet but burning. you felt it start in your heart and spread throughout you like the warmth of a fever.Â
wet lips dancing with one another, as if the stars had made them a pair generations ago. his body was tired, still magnetized to the bed. but with your lips on his, he felt like he could do anything.
reality blurred in and out. time and space contorting into something less linear. like your mind and thoughts had been completely taken over. taken by his mouth, and how it moved against yours.Â
he pulled away just long enough to look at you. faces only a foot apart, his eyes studied you. they flicked between different parts of your face, like in just that amount of time, he had forgotten how breathlessly beautiful you were.
every time he saw you felt like the first. especially in moments like these. moments of you that were entirely his own. moments that made him think about forever.
the way he looked at you, like you really mattered, like you were the only thing that had ever mattered at all.Â
âwan you to be my husband, need to wake up to you like this every mornin,â you whispered, splittering with desperation that pooled in the deepest part of your stomach.
his mouth was on you nearly before you could finish. kissing you with just a fraction of more pace. more friction.Â
âdon't talk like thatâ he told you between kisses. never wanting to be separated by more than an inch.Â
he had managed to climb himself up your body. the lower part of his stomach resting just against your crotch. you hadn't noticed it before. your bodies were just close together, and there was no intention behind it.Â
now it was the only thing you could think about. your hips flinched before you could stop them. grinding, just a fraction, against him. embarrassment flooded over you like cold water.Â
followed quickly by mind numbing heat. landoâs hands had moved to your hips, gripping you tight as he adjusted you both.
pressing his bulge against your sex with the perfect amount of force. friction bumping your clit.
his hips found a slow and agonizing roll. eyes never unlocking from yours. boaring into you with such intensity you felt your head spin.Â
he dipped his head to kiss you again. slower, somehow softer. sleep still hung thick in the air as both of your bodies begged the other for support. lando held himself up by his arms, legs still flaccid against the mattress.Â
rutting against you, using it to keep himself up right. his lips slurred whilst you kissed. he didn't care how he kissed you, neither of you did. the only thing that mattered was that he was kissing you.Â
the length of his cock dragged against your clit, parting your folds as he pushed more into you. you were gasping into his mouth. hips stuttering and breath catching. opening your eyes to see him smirking down at you. pure joy plastered across his face as he had you like this.
exactly where he wanted you.
he dropped his head to your shoulder and continued teasing you through your shorts. you could feel his smile against you, but it all felt too good to care.
the fluidity of the light and colors of the room made you question if this was a dream or not. your blinks were still slow, tired. but every bit of brainpower you had was focused entirely on the outline of landoâs cock sliding between your sex.Â
âyou gonna let me fuck you?â his voice was ragged, and muffled against you. âgonna let me take you right here, first thing?â he teased.
your head was nodding before you had really even comprehended what he was saying. looking up at him with big wet eyes. you looked almost⊠pitiful. some dangerous mix of love and desire grew beneath the hardness of landoâs cock.Â
he hooked a finger inside your shorts. the back of his knuckle gliding against your slick. wet and leaking through your underwear. your mouth shot open as you felt starved for his touch.
using his thumb to push your shorts and panties to the side, he slowly dipped his middle finger inside of you. teasing the edge with just the tip, and slowly letting you suck him in. your wet heat making it easy for him.
taking his finger so well, he was buried completely inside you and you were still insatiable for more. he pulled it out, as slow as the morning creeped along. diving back in and curling to hit a sweet spot.
a moan was pushed from you. his mouth hovered just against yours. letting you make noise, but being just close enough it was nearly kissing. he looked down at you through hooded eyes.Â
your legs separated, opening yourself for him more. your cunt relaxed as he pumped torturously slow in and out of you. you leaked, more lubricant than you needed now. tempting him, daring him to fuck you.Â
your brows crinkled and eyes fluttered languidly. the tip of his finger continuously curling into that one spot.Â
he pulled from you completely, and you looked like you might cry. devastated at the loss of him. you just looked so sweet, lan couldn't help but reconnect your lips. needing to taste how beautiful you looked.Â
he held you, weakly, but enough. you were mush and pliable to his hands now. willing and wanting to do anything he asked.Â
his hand raised to your mouth. separating your lips and lightly setting them against your bottom one. you took his soaked fingers in your mouth before you even realized what was happening.Â
expecting to find his lips, but finding the taste of your own pussy had you purring against him. you sucked his finger clean without hesitation. air escaped landoâs mouth like he had just seen something holy.Â
you let your eyes shut again. content with his fingers in your mouth and the weight he applied on top of you and against your crotch.
he moved to free himself. pulling his plaid pj pants down just enough to have himself springing out. his thumb held your clothes to the side of your slit, the rest of his hand gripping your thigh with strength that would hurt if you didn't need this.Â
he grunted as he laid his cock against you. glistening with arousal, he pushed it through your folds, the tip dipping in just barely. enough to give you a jolt of electricity.Â
âsay what you said earlierâ he lined himself up with your hole. you knew what he meant. Instantly.Â
âwant you to be my husbandâ your eyes gleamed up at him. his hips moved faster than his head. sinking into you the second that word left your mouth.
every inch sunk inside of you with ease, aided by your begging wet walls. a moan left lando as his eyes rolled back so gently before he closed them. head falling back to your shoulder. letting you support him.
he stayed still, for you both to adjust. you adjusted to the stretch his cock gave you, pleasure tingling at the edges of the pain until it was all you could feel. he adjusted to the pressure and heat of your cunt. doing everything he could to not finish inside you right now.Â
but the way your cunt was throbbing around him. maybe you wanted him to.
when he convinced himself he was ready, he could take it, he pulled his hips away just a bit. snapping them back against you the second he felt cold air around his drenched cock. the shift of cold air to your heat was brain numbing.Â
his dick moved and twitched against the nerves deep inside you. sleep and pleasure mixing to have you nearly nonverbal. just moans and mewls escaping you as his tip pulled away again.Â
he pushed back in, slower now, staring at your heat from his lazy positioning.Â
âgod, you feel so fucking goodâ
his mouth parted as you enveloped him again. a weak breath leaving him as your pussy opened even more for him. loosening to take him, to keep him in you as long as possible.
âthat's it baby,â his hips found a steady rhythm. only pulling halfway out before he was diving back into you for more. the pattern was slow, stable. soft popping noises every time his hips collided back with yours.
your hands scratched at his neck where his hair ended. keeping him flush against you, relying on him as you supported half of his weight. he perked up enough to look at you. lips brushing against yours, as his pace never changed.Â
âagain,â the look in his eyes held every other word he might have used to explain.Â
âmy husbandâ your eyes lulled, focused only on him, a gentle gaze that held nothing but truth. âyou're gonna be,â you leaned forward, kissing him. wet and still, speaking through shared saliva. âmy husband.âÂ
he grunted into your shoulder. head collapsing back down, as the noise was strangled and unstoppable. gritted teeth and a locked jaw couldnât keep him quiet when he had you spread open like this, begging for forever.
he moved his other hand to wrap under your thigh. spreading them both to be as wide as comfortably possible. your shorts snapped back against him, attempting to close you off, but his cock had other plans.Â
he still fucked gently into you, your shorts and panties now dragging along the side of his shaft. a sharp hiss, too much friction. he swore against you. picking up pace to the one you liked.Â
angling himself to hit that spot, the one that sent you tumbling over the edge faster than you wanted. he split you wide, faster now, more desperate. you fisted his hair at the back of his neck.Â
he had to close his eyes, seeing you was too much. he didnt want to finish before you, but the way you looked right now was fucking exhilarating.Â
you clenched around him with muscles too deep for you to be controlling. he knew what that meant. he knew you better than you knew yourself.
âgonna make you my pretty little wife,â his voice was honey dipped and laced with sleep, yet rough at the edges with desire stronger than you could imagine.Â
pleasure exploded through you with force. starting from the outer lining of your cunt and pulsing through your body like a heartbeat. your arms and legs wrapped around him and squeezed. clenching every part of you, holding him like a vice.Â
you clung to him like you might lose yourself if you didn't. like he was the only thing keeping you together. your ears rang, eyes shut so tight it hurt. every part of you was wound up to its tightest setting, pleasure running its course.Â
until you felt warm spurts of landoâs love coat your insides. sending a part of himself so deep neither of you could reach it. touching nerves that had never been stimulated. he came on top of you with a fragile moan. broken yet entirely whole.Â
the tightly bound coil loosened as waves of bliss crashed over you. gentle euphoria took hold of your entire body, rocking you in and out of consciousness.Â
landoâs breath was the first thing that clawed you back to reality. his face was flushed, ears red and eyes blown like you were god herself. he dipped down to kiss you, his pace slowing to a still.Â
his tongue cradled yours delicately. curling and flicking to feel every part of your mouth.Â
he pulled away, smiling lazy, but drunk with love. the sleepy morning tugged on his eyelids, asking them to close.Â
he laid his head to your chest, listening to your heartbeat. so real, so you. it pulled him deeper, closer, to the spot in your heart that was made for him.Â
you smile down at him, his breath keeping you present in the moment. softly in and out, lungs filling and expanding. so alive, so him.
synop: lando couldn't quit you if he tried, so he quits trying.
warnings: smuuut!, with plot, first half is pretty fluffy, fem sub reader, dom lan, use of doll, princess, bunny and more, m and f masturbation, some petplay, vry light breeding, little aftercare
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âi miss you,â
your voice bounced around the cockpit, rattling like loose carbon fiber as lando drove. every corner, a thought of you, causing him to brake later, push the limit.Â
it was natural, not forced or rushed. just the idea of you nestled into the pockets of his brain made him faster, better.Â
P2 in FP1 was a good result. he was happy with himself and how the car felt beneath him. the break between practices is when he really let his mind wander.
eyes closed, head leaned back against the headrest of the couch. your voice played tricks on his mind. good tricks, ones he was willingly falling for.Â
he let you lead him away from this place. you acted as a sanctuary in his mind. in here, there was no room for racing, championships, or tyre degradation. here, there was just you and him. in some tranquil state neither of you had experienced together.
cuddling somewhere, anywhere. limbs draped lazily against one another. there was a slowness, a calmness, to you that lando was becoming reliant on.Â
he imagined your voice saying things he had never even heard you speak. but in this quiet spot in his mind, they were as clear as day.
âiâm so proud of you handsomeâ youâd tell him, with a smile he didn't even attempt to picture. âyou did so good out thereâ as your hands wrapped around the backs of his arms. he didn't have to win, he didn't have to prove anything.
he didn't have to, but god did he want to. there was something far too comforting about your boyfriend being a race winner.Â
of course, he wasn't your boyfriend, he had already won races, and you would have no idea he was even winning anything. but looking far past all of those obvious faults, the idea had him grinning and heart tingling.Â
still smiling softly as he pulled down his helmet, more ready than ever for FP2. he had a girl to impress, a race to win.
he had more energy than he should. walking into his hotel after another good session. the pep in his step not fading despite exerting everything he had in the car today.Â
his shoulders felt lighter, his stance taller. usually, the night before qualifying would be accompanied by a stomach full of dread. but now, there were butterflies swarming his stomach. their wings gently brushing away the bad that might have pooled.Â
another night with you. another date. he flushed at the idea of you thinking this was a date too. realistically, he didn't think you did. you were just talking to a chat box. but he had long given up on being rational when it came to you.Â
lando found himself craving the extremes. feeling complete only when he was racing at incredible speeds or wrapped in your stillness, your calm. everything in between felt like it was missing something.Â
he ate dinner, stretched, ice bath, warm compress, and drank lots of water. he did everything he needed to, everything he should do. each mundane task was made easier as he thought about you doing them for him.
you cooking him something tasty, putting a little piece of your love in his stomach for him to digest. he thought about how your hands would feel warm against his neck and shoulders as they peaked out of the ice bath.Â
he thought about resting his head on your chest and letting you massage his tensions away. he picked his pajamas with what you might like in mind.
he brushed his teeth and imagined you sitting on the counter before him, smiling and stupid in love. it was all so domestic. so safe. without him realizing, his brain had started building a home in his head. a home that was distinct because it was built for you. for both of your forevers.
he should snap out of it. he knows that. but existing in this imagination with you, felt too good to quit.
finally sinking into the hotel bed, he ignored the heat rising under his skin. he ignored the way his dick was hardening just slightly under his boxers. he ignored how he twitched thinking about you taking care of him.Â
well, he tried to ignore it all. rolling over, waiting for the clock to finally hit 9:00 felt like some form of cock torture. he laid on his stomach, the matress applying gentle pressure to his dick.Â
dontmovedontmoveâ his hips rolled against the sheets. grunting and clenching his jaw at the relief. heat funnelling to his tip, begging for attention.Â
he didn't close his eyes. everytime he blinked, he saw a flash of you. he couldn't imagine what he would see if he closed his eyes completely, but he was pretty sure it would have him rutting into the mattress and finishing on his own bedding.Â
he counted to 100 like that might distract him. his voice ragged and whiny as his cock had control over most of his senses.Â
he couldn't wait a second longer, he thought it might kill him. he furiously typed in your link, needing you. in a different way than he needed you trackside, rooting for him, but with the same intensity.Â
the minute of 8:59PM felt like it lasted an hour. your notification popping up the second the clock switched. relief washed over lando like cold water.Â
GOD I MISSED YOU
he was talking to you before his brain had even caught up to his hands, clicking away faster than he could process. your camera was back to its usual position, sitting across the room on a desk or something.Â
his eyes traced the natural lines of your collarbone. a sigh escaping him at the sight of you. you were wearing that orange hoodie again, the same one as before. the one that plagued landoâs dreams like it was your second skin. he wanted you to turn around, wanted to see a big 4 plastered on your back.Â
wanted his last name displayed in bold letters across your shoulders. his hand found the hem of his shorts, trying to contain himself, but needing friction.
your voice spoke through a smile, pitching upwards at the end with excitement. âhi four, i missed you tooâ you spoke, a small giggle interrupting you. âhow was your day my love?â you asked him.Â
his heart was in his throat. he had never heard you say the word love before. it was just a nickname, you didn't mean it. but the noise had his head spinning and pulse quickening in his chest and crotch. love.
the way you said it was like a parasite that had already taken refuge in the deepest part of himself. it replayed over and over again in his mind until he snapped back into reality.
IT WAS GOOD, A BIT STRESSFUL BUT NOTHING COMPARED TO THIS WEEKEND
âah, busy week at work?â you asked, as clueless as the moon was to sweat.Â
YOU COULD SAY THAT
he was smirking, there was something nearly funny about it, the general reference to his job as if it were everyday office work. it was cute, the seriousness you took his stress, having no idea how deep it ran. but behind that, there was a hint of sadness. a hint so small he might not have noticed it if he wasn't so acutely aware of every moment he spent with you.Â
part of him wanted you to know.
he wanted you to know. to⊠know.
you spoke before he had time to make a stupid decision.
"iâm so proud of you for today" you whispered, your voice a silken thread weaving through the quiet. "and i know youâll shine just as brightly tomorrow." your words settled over him like a lullaby, soft and weightless.
"just remember, mistakes donât define you. what matters is the way you rise from them, the way you let them teach you how to fly" you shifted, legs folding beneath you like petals closing for the night.
"and when the world feels too loud or too heavy, come back to yourself. there is greatness stitched into your soul, strength running through your veins, and a fiery spirit that lives in every inch of you."
you didnât hesitate, didnât fumble. you spoke like it was truth carved into the stars. and he listened like your voice was the only thing he believed in.
"iâm always cheering you on. even if you canât see me or hear meâ iâm with you. always. and i believe in you no matter what." your voice faded into the hush between heartbeats, soft as dusk.
you werenât forcing the words. you werenât trying to fix him. you just meant every syllable. honesty poured gently from your heart, so raw and real it made tears shimmer at the edges of his eyes.
his girl. he had always wanted you, but now, he needed you. words had never soothed his heart like yours just did. there was something about you, something almost magic.
MY SWEET GIRL, THANK YOU BABY
YOU MAKE EVERYTHING EASIER. MY CALM IN THE STORM
âcareful four, ill think you have a crush on me or somethingâ you retorted, hand scratching your bare knee lightly.Â
don't say it landoâ don'tâ
I DO
I CAN'T HELP MYSELF
NOT WITH YOU
goosebumps peppered your skin, a shiver down the center of your back. you hadnât tried naming what any of this was, neither of you had. until now. he had gone out on the limb, it was only fair for you to meet him halfway.
âi think i like you more than i shouldâŠâ your voice trailed off, like you were telling a secret that wasn't yours to share. âi think about you, maybe more than i shouldâÂ
I NEVER STOP THINKING ABOUT YOU
I SEE YOU IN THE SUNSETS THAT GLOW THROUGH PLANE WINDOWS
I HEAR YOU IN THE LIGHT PATTER OF RAIN
I FEEL YOU IN MY CHEST, MY RIBS, MY HEART
I FEEL YOU LIKE YOU ARE RIGHT HERE WITH ME.
your breath was caught at the back of your throat. fingers twitching like you were longing for his hand to hold.Â
âi wishâŠâ your voice was careful, crackling with that same genuine honesty that made his head spin every time he heard it. âi wish you were here⊠i want to⊠kiss youâ
and there it was
the crack
the first dominoÂ
the acknowledgement that this being strictly online wasnât enough, not anymore. you wanted the connection, the spark, to be as tangible as the clothes on your back.Â
landoâs heart was pounding. he wanted that to, really he did, so why was he suddenly worried about you knowing his identity again? maybe he wanted to keep you away from this world, separate, entirely his own. maybe he was worried about what you would think. being with lando is asking a lot, simple things are made more complicated when you have millions of supporters.Â
maybe, he questioned, he was worried you wouldn't really like him at all. he got stressed too easily, he was gone too much. he didn't want you to have to worry about him everytime he set foot on the track.
he was scared, but not really of what you might think. but of the possibility of losing you. he couldn't let that happen, he wouldn't.
he decided, then and there, you were worth fighting for. no matter what. no more fear or hesitation. falling head first into loving you was what he wanted. he trusted you, trusted whatever you two had.Â
there was something, you both knew it, you both felt it. you were his. he wasn't going to let anything change that. not anything he could control.Â
NEED YOU SO BAD
you laughed softly at him, his head tipping back in near pleasure at the sound. âyou're cuteâ
EVERY MOMENT I SPEND WITH YOU I SWEAR YOU GET HOTTER
âso what are you gonna do about it?â sugary venom dripped from your words. sweet and deadly.
YOU WANNA PUT ON A PRETTY SHOW FOR ME BABY?
your head was nodding with enthusiasm. the ends of your hair flicking up as they reacted to your motion. hearts bound to one another after the confessions. you were bound by something more now. something almost, instinctual.
lando felt his blood pumping through every inch of him, particularly heavy near his cock. dick straining, barely contained by his underwear. his tip was hot and angry, it commanded your his attention.Â
you moved in slow motion. your hands slowly curling under the bottom hem of the hoodie. simultaneously adjusting to be sitting on your folded knees and ankles. carefully, painfully, you peeled the baggy garment off of you.
bright orange lace adorned your figure. wrapping around you like spider webs, delicate and dangerous. cut in places to show more of you. breathtaking, effortless, and nearly the exact shade of orange he would be driving in tomorrow.Â
FUCKING HELL
lando felt like he had seen god. stars prickeling the outer corners of his vision. completely entranced by you. he might have forgotten about his own dick if the need wasn't starting to hurt.Â
SAT THERE THIS WHOLE TIME, ALL SWEET, KNOWING YOU HAD THIS ON UNDERNEATH
âhey, i am sweet,â pouting, voice pitched up and whiny, posture deflating.
I KNOW YOU ARE
MY SWEET GIRL
NOW I WANT TO TURN YOU INTO MY WHORE
âstop teasingâ voice hot with desperation as you made slow circles against whatever part of your bed you could get your clit on.Â
BEG
there was a lot that neither of you knew about each other, or what any of this was. one thing you both understood well was this; he orders, and you obey.
âp-please four, need you, n-eedâ a sigh, thick with humiliation and something eager. âneed to be your whoreâÂ
there wasn't much thinking left on landoâs end. just you, and the slow pace of his hand gripping and relaxing against his shaft.
BEND OVER
the sugary sweet night had become something much more raw now, lustful. he still felt that warm buzz in his heart thinking about you. watching you, still his girl, always his girl. just, now, he wanted to watch you fall apart for him.
again, you listened. you turned to have your back facing him, leaning down and arching. your hips pushed flush as far as you could.Â
his eyes dilated. pulse quickened.
he hadn't realized before, because of the way you were sitting. the lingerie had a larger opening around your cunt. he could see all of your hips, your ass flushed with shyness. and my god he could see your glistening cunt.
leaking, pretty, clenching around nothing just for him.Â
it was the first time he had seen you, really seen this part of you. he stared like you might disappear if he blinked. his head floated somewhere he wasn't sure he could come down from. or wasn't sure that he wanted to.Â
his dick throbbed in his own hand. like it needed to fill you. needed to.Â
he could have sworn your tight hole clenched at the same time as his cock twitched. like they were longing for each other, even with all the impossibility of that.Â
he blinked the thought away as he felt his balls draw up like he might finish. just like this, fully clothed, by looking at your pussy.Â
part of him wanted to hold your head against the mattress and use your silky tightness until you couldn't speak. the other part of him wanted you staring up, legs around his waist, hands in his hair, as he gave it to you. slow, making love.
he wasn't sure which version of him was going to win out at this moment.Â
âiâ itâ itâs hurting fourâŠ. too empty, need you pleaseâ your voice was a wrecked sob. fists clenching desperately at any sheets they could get. butt moving to expose more of yourself, to tempt him.Â
the pitifulness dripping off of you made something in him snap. ruin her. she needs it.
POOR BUNNY
SO SO DESPERATE FOR ME
âi am, yes sirâ you told him nearly as soon as he hit send on the message. shame had left you, it had melted away and was leaking from your cunt.
WANT YOU STRETCHED. NO TOYS TONIGHT. JUST THOSE PRETTY LITTLE FINGERS.
your hand crawled back to your heat, applying pressure, and daring to rub small circles for relief. his hands shoved his shorts down with distraught desperation. fucking touching yourself just to his words.Â
he hiked a knee up to have himself more spread. he stroked himself, tight and slow, keeping it together just enough to focus entirely on you.
PUT ONE IN FOR ME BUNNY
you hooked a finger inside yourself, slipping to nearly the second knuckle instantly. your pussy was soaked and crying for something to suck on.Â
SLOWER SLUT
hesitantly you sunk inside yourself. no lube, no adjusting, you just took it like you were made to be full.Â
SO FUCKING WETÂ
JUST FROM KNOWING I CARE ABOUT YOU, HUH?
BET YOU WOULD LET ME USE THAT WET SLIT WHENEVER I WANTED. JUST A LITTLE PRAISE WHISPERED IN YOUR EAR AND YOU TURN INTO A BABBLING SLUT FOR ME.Â
your finger bottomed out inside of you, hissing from the pleasure, or the way you itched to be fucked, really fucked.
you didn't move, stayed perfectly flush inside your little pussy until you were told.
CAN YOU TAKE IT BUNNY?Â
sincerity slipped out of him, the way you were mewing into your sheets like your brain had already turned off. he needed just that fraction of reassurance of how desperately you wanted to be taken.Â
your response was something between a cry and a moan. wicked and tender in a way that made lando start leaking.Â
he took it as a yes. for whatever reason, he trusted that you would say no if you couldn't handle it.
FUCK THAT PRETTY PUSSY FOR ME
your finger drew back instantly, relief flooding over you, noises you never knew you could make spilled from your throat.Â
the way you flinched and clenched around your finger, it was almost like it was too much.
his hand quickened around his length as he thought about it. how wrecked you were from just a finger. looking from your hand to his cock, analyzing the size difference. he imagined how easily you would fall apart for him.
how gone you would be. how he could make you feel better than anyone or anything ever had.Â
the palm of his hand was slick now. his own clear liquid lubing himself to fuck his hand. hips bucking upwards into nothing. like an idiot. rutting against the air, unable to control himself at the sight of your aching slit.Â
before, he had been turned on by the scandal of this all. that he was almost peeking into your privacy, and that you were letting him. he found it erotic how much trouble he would be in if anyone ever knew he was on this site.
now, he was just turned on by you. really the idea of you being live like this didn't seem taboo at all. it was just you and him, together, in some twisted way. like you and your cunt really were made for him. and this was just the only way the universe could get you to him.Â
a hiss left his own mouth. his thoughts had distracted him from keeping his pleasure at bay. his hand had naturally matched your pace and he was suddenly way too close for his liking.Â
he removed his hand completely, ignoring how badly it burned to lose the friction. the frantic grunt that left him only adding fuel to his need to make you finish. to have hot pleasure shoot through you like nothing you could dream of.Â
ONE MORE FOR ME PRINCESS?
a question mark, as if he had any doubt in your response. the second finger is when he really let you go. you're drenched in slick, but still you struggled to fit the additional digit.Â
he looked at his own hand. how much bigger his fingers were than yours. how much you would struggle to fit them. how you would hold his wrist and whine into his mouth while he kissed you. tears welling as you begged him not to pull out, that you could take it.
he would have to work you up. stretching your cunt to be the perfect mold of his cock. one finger, then two, maybe three, then the tip, all before he was able to bottom out inside of that fucking pussy.Â
he tried imagining your hand, the size and proportion of it compared to his. how gently it would wrap around his, fit perfectly against him. like pieces of the same puzzle.
his hand was back around his dick. reallyâ he couldn't help himself. you had him wrapped around your little fingers and you didn't even realize.Â
two fingers pushed inside now, you struggled, legs pushing and flexing in weird ways to help yourself adjust.Â
he couldn't see them, but he knew tears were falling softly down your cheeks. it was easy to tell from how wrecked your moans were now. the choke that caught in the back of your throat each time you made a noise.
SHH I KNOW BABY, YOU'RE JUST TOO TIGHTÂ
SO FUCKING GOOD FOR ME
you could only whine back through your salivating mouth. in a state of utter bliss and not able to really keep yourself grounded.Â
DO YOU WANT TO STOP PRETTY?
ânoâ god noâ dont stop fourâ you were too loud. he didn't know your living arrangement, but if you had any neighbors, they would know his name. his number. that you were his girl.
his fist matched your pace. god you were slowâ but by how destroyed you seemed he wasn't gonna push you further. he thought it might not be quick enough to get him offâ until he imagined his hand as your silk pussy.
you on top of him, riding, gently grinding up and down, trying so so hard to go quick for him. kissing all along you as you lost yourself like you are now. his dick pulsed in his hand like it had a heartbeat of its own.Â
THATS IT BUNNY, TAKING ME SO WELL, MY PRETTY LITTLE SLUT
your hand jerked, your pace changing and sporadic. the pads of your fingers clipped just at the edge of the sweetest spot you could reach inside you. a spot lando would split wide open if he ever found it, no doubt.Â
your thighs clenched in a way he knew all too well. precum leaked from his tip to the base of his balls. a small bead sliding and applying the faintest bit of pressure. like your finger ghosting over the centerline of his sack.Â
he didnt know which of you was wetter.
âwan- need- need you to cum in me please babyâ you didn't even sound like yourself. a shell of the girl he cared so deeply for. everything gone except greedy primal pleasure. your hips moved faster now.
throwing themselves back against your own fingers. something about the way you always needed to be jerked around during sexâ even aloneâ drove him so fucking crazy.Â
you had never seen him, never met him. yet you were fingering yourself and begging him to cum inside of you. the skin of his shaft dragged up and down. rough with friction, flexing around the base each time as his eyes fluttered shut and mouth hung wide.Â
THATS IT BUNNY
CUM FOR ME
TURN THAT PRETTY LITTLE HEAD OFF AND JUST FEEL GOOD FOR ME
YOU DESERVE IT
GONNA FILL YOUR CUNT FULL OF MY LOVE
and that was all you needed. back arching as your fingers pumped in and out of you so quickly, so greedy, flicking upwards at the end of every thrust to get them even further inside of you. applying pressure to the spot inside you that lit every nerve alight. thinking about him destroying your hole and finishing as deep as he could.Â
white and hot, coating your walls, marking his territory. your orgasm hit you as you slowly tipped over the crumb of consciousness you had been holding on to. eyes rolling back as your mouth stayed agape. your fingers pulled out of yourself, circling frantically at your clit.
the aching bud, slippery with your arousal. your wet fingers gently rubbed more pleasure out of your cunt. lando watched as your tightness came around nothing. nothing but your emptiness. your slit getting impossibly smaller as it clenched up.
the suction you would have around his cock was maddening. he couldn't pull out if he wanted to. just stuck inside your needy pussy, painting you sticky white.Â
your release begins as a subtle warmth which rises and coils around your body like the tide. followed by a rush of intensity that seems to blur the edges of thought and time. you tighten and expand, clench and release each muscle.Â
every sensation compounding with the others as you let it all go. let yourself sink into the feeling, the pleasure. let your mind escape your body, even just for a moment.Â
euphoria trickles softly down you as the aftershocks of your orgasm pulse through your clit and limbs.Â
landoâs hand pulls roughly at his sex. pumping himself with no grace or passion. just instinct driven pleasure. he spurts once, shock and relief make him look down at himself.Â
his hand now covered in his own cum, slicking his cock to be rubbed even more. with that and you moaning his number like you were in heaven. his climax shook through him like nothing he had experienced.Â
bones and muscles melting into one fluid substance that made him up. blood like hot lava pulsing through every bit of him. white hot cum shoots, hard, high. landing back on his own hand. messying his crotch with himself.
his cock ached from the inside out as he slowly shuddered through the end of his bliss. thighs clenching and spasming as he slowed his pace to a still.Â
watching you with hooded eyes. the way your body slacked, relaxation seeping in. a deep stillness settled across you both. bodies pulled to the mattress and to the other like gravity.
BEAUTIFUL GIRLÂ
YOU DID SO GOOD, I'M SO PROUD OF YOU
your content hum purred back at him, spurring something more gentle to stir in his gut.Â
the moment had shifted again, without either of you realizing. you were back in that dream-like state you both slipped into so easily with the other.
PRETTY BUNNYÂ
HOW DO YOU FEEL BABY
your body shrunk, returning to a more comfortable, cradled position. âfelt sâgood four, m so s-eepy nowâ the tired slur evident.Â
YOU THINK YOU CAN GO CLEAN UP?Â
JUST SOME LIGHT SOAP AND WATER?Â
DON'T WANT YOUR SKIN TO GET IRRITATED BABY
what the fuck was he talking about⊠he had just wrecked you, ruined you in a way he thought you never had been. and in a split second he was now worried about your sensitive skin.Â
never had that been his first thought after fucking a girl. granted, you weren't an ordinary girl, not to him. to him, you were something much more extraordinary.Â
he wanted to wipe a warm rag across you, kiss your tired eyes, dry you off and get you dressed. he wanted to use your same sweat kissed towel on his skin. drying off quick so he could slip under you and make sure you drifted off peacefully. hand in hand, heart to heart.
ân-o i don wan to end the live yetâ your voice was barely a whisper as you struggled out each word. âgonâa miss you too muchâ
I'M NOT GOING ANYWHERE
I WILL BE RIGHT HERE WHEN YOU GET BACK
âpromise?â
PROMISE
you lazily shuffled out of the frame. he heard your steps dragging and a door open. then, for a moment, he heard nothing but the sound of his own breath. racing with something more like poetry than lust.Â
you walked back into frame, orange hoodie and something tiny underneath. comfortable. you situated yourself to be in front of the camera, sitting on a chair or something else. the shot consisted of just your chest, a covered view of you, just a hoodie to lando.
GOOD GIRL
SO WELL BEHAVED
he teased, mostly.
âjus for youâ it was lazy and hardly convincing. but he believed you. more than he wanted to. you were all for him. âdo you think you will back on sunday at my usual time? or is this weekend really busy for you?â alertness more present in your tone, something lined the question, maybe nervousness, maybe hope.Â
âor i could go live at a different time if you wanted? i'm not busy sunday, i don't know- just- just a thoughtâ as landoâs mind was still dizzy with the show you had just given him. this innocent little voice drove him as crazy as ever.Â
that tinge of innocence that made him want to protect you from everything, the same one that made him want to be the only one who ever had the chance to ruin you.Â
I WILL BE HERE BABY
NOTHING IS MORE IMPORTANT TO ME
you relaxed, giggled. he stiffened, sucking in air he didn't need. a moment of fear shot down his spine. because, part of him really meant it. you had climbed his list of importances quicker than the sport he devoted his life to.Â
âokay, im looking forward to it thenâ he could hear your smile, he wanted to taste it.
TAKE GOOD CARE OF MY GIRL?
âi will, pinky promiseâ you raised your hand. a single pinky finger lifted up, you hooked it into your palm towards the camera. his hand followed yours. he didnât meant to, not really, didn't have a conscious thought, but he hooked his pinky to mirror yours.Â
electricity tingled near the fingernail, as you both lowered your hands at the same time
âgoodnight fourâ you wished him, as dreamy as ever.
GOODNIGHT BUNNY
and the screen went black.Â
CAM BUNNY HAS ENDED HER LIVE <3
something he couldn't place pulsed through his veins. something that felt like you. and as it spread through the darkest and furthest parts of himself, he didn't try to stop it. he let himself lose. he let you in.Â
warnings: no smut!, mainly plot and fluff, could be confusing as a standalone story
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lando woke up early, still softly lit by the afterglow of last night's memory. he went for a run, ate breakfast exactly as his dietician requested, and packed for italy. he was sure to include extra underwear and pj pants, just in case.Â
he double, triple checked, that he had his laptop and charger packed away safely. he willed himself to keep his head in the game, thoughts on the track. rewatching pole laps, studying the limits, and praying this race stayed at the forefront of his attention.Â
each time his thoughts were pulled back to you, he blinked them away. your body stung his imagination and had latched itself on tight. flashes of your hips rutting desperately. flickers of your cunt leaking as you begged him to let you cum. the quick turns of imola reminding him of the gentle curves of your body. softly trailing from one peak to another shallow.Â
his finger tracing your collarbone, over your breast, cascading to your stomach and over your waistâ focus lando.Â
he got to the airport early too, doing all he could to convince himself he was locked in for this weekend. he was, the drive was there, the want simmering between the air pockets of his knuckles. the itch, resting in his chest, that only inhuman speeds could scratch. but now, there was a you-sized swell of longing that settled in his stomach. a twitch in his fingers that could only be calmed by the warmth of yours.
the flight wasn't long, it consisted of lots of strategy talk, and conversations between engineers. only once, when the talking paused, did he let his mind drift to thoughts of your giggle, soothing nerves he didn't know he was feeling.Â
the wheels of the jet touched down as a soft breath of relief left landoâs lips. he would be in his hotel soon, he could see an outline of you everytime he blinked. like he had watched you until it burned into his eyelids.Â
stepping on the track made a lot of landoâs loud thoughts shrink to a whisper. he was here to race, to win. the quicker he drove, the sooner he could go home to you. practice would start tomorrow, so as the sun set on the grandstands, he knew he would be ready.
after his obligations had been completed, he had done everything, read all the reports, studied what he needed to, he was finally released to his room. heart thumping as the clock read 8:31PM.Â
throwing himself in the shower, scrubbing himself raw so he could be clean and ready for you. minutes felt like they passed quicker as each one got him closer to you. he hadn't even had time to get himself worked up and leaking. though, he didn't think he would have much trouble with that once he heard you.Â
pajamas on, hair still wet, he sat against the headboard of the big hotel bed. typing in your link from memory. he didn't bother going to the main website anymore. he knew what he was looking for, you.Â
just as he glanced over to the alarm clock, it switched to 9:00 PM. hand clicking into your live notification with a reaction time he prayed he could find on sunday.Â
the set up was even closer now. it looked as though the laptop might have been sitting at the end of your bed. the angle showed you laying on your side, face still just out of frame. you looked comfortable, relaxed. you had a freeness to you he hadn't noticed before.Â
his eyes ghosted over your body, feeling like they were being reunited. his heart swelled at your baggy orange tshirt. swallowing you as if it was one of his, yet somehow, still draping against the natural waves of your figure. he saw the small white shorts that just barely peaked out from below the shirts hem.Â
they were tight, thin, and hot. but the way lando looked at you now, he thought about waking up to you like this. just existing at the same time, and in the same place as you. a feeling he couldn't quite place rose beneath his skin at the thought of falling asleep with his hands on your bare thighs. keeping you close, showing you how safe you were, how much he wanted you.Â
âhi handsomeâ your voice caught from outside of the camera. delicate but laced with a sadness that made his heart surge. all eight letters of handsome went to his cheeksâ flushed.Â
HI LOVE
what? it was just a pet name⊠it didn't mean anything.. it's not like he really... loved you or anything. right?Â
WHAT'S WRONG BABY?
he asked without even thinking. to him, the fraction of sadness that hinted in your voice, was as clear as day. your chuckle was the first thing that even alerted him to that not being the case.
âhow could you tell?â you asked, a little warmer. chest rising as you talked to him. giving him your full attention.Â
I KNOW MY GIRL
and he did. with how little time you had spent together, lando considered himself an expert in you. replaying your lives in his head, catching details he missed the first time. a freckle in a hidden spot, a flinch of your hips, twirl of your hair. it all spoke loudly, as if directly to him, you didn't have to speak for him to listen.
âjust had a bad day at work, is allâ you told him, truthful, but still dismissive. like you weren't allowed to have feelings, like you couldn't be human with him. âi'm sorryâ you continued, a jolt of pain twisting in landoâs gut, âi don't think i wanna do anything sexual tonight⊠i know i told you iâd be live, i'm really sorryâÂ
DON'T DO THAT
I WOULD NEVER WANT YOU TO DO ANYTHING YOU'RE NOT EXCITED ABOUT
your posture loosened even more, almost pouting. but lando wasn't finished, the idea of you feeling bad about wanting a night off made him sick.
I'M SO PROUD OF YOU, YOU DID REALLY GOOD TODAY, BETTER THAN YOU THINK
his heart was louder than his head.
DO YOU WANT TO TALK ABOUT IT, HONEY?
he wanted you to know you could. he wanted the option to be there. perfectly content at the idea of you saying no and ending your stream without another word. sure, he had been looking forward to tonight, but seeing you was his favorite part anyway. he would never want you to do anything more than what you could handle.
he would be lying if he said he didn't really want you to stay. just like you were now, curled up. resting like a kitten might nap in a sun puddle. just talking to him. but if that wasn't what he was to you, if that wasn't what you needed, he wouldn't push.Â
âno, its okay, i'm sure you really do not want to hear me complaining,â you said, your voice barely above a whisper. the edges tinged with something brittleâ like you were trying to fold yourself smaller, to take up less space. as if you could ever do something to bother him.
there was a pause, but his hands didn't still. he moved his fingers with a quiet urgency, driven by the storm behind his eyes. not anger, but sorrow. like your words had unsettled something in him. that you could think so lowly of yourself, that you truly believed your feelings might be too much for himâ it bit at a place he hadnât realized was so tender.Â
something fiercely protective rose like thunder in landoâs storm. like he wanted to gather every broken piece of you, and show you just how wrong you were. how you could never be a bother.
I WANT TO BE HERE FOR YOU MORE THAN ANYTHING
a beat
LET ME?
he asked, as he felt his whole world pause waiting for you to respond. your posture hadnât changed much, still seemingly relaxed, laid on your side. you hadnât made much of a move to turn the stream off. maybe you wanted him to be here, maybe you⊠needed him.
âyou're dangerous, fourâ you told him. voice caught on something hesitant in the back of your throat. like you were slipping into something you didn't think you should. âdon't be nice to me, i'll fall for you,â you joked. a light hearted joke, nothing more than that, you promise.Â
air escapes from your nose like a near laugh, landoâs pulse quickens and a cheesy smile is plastered across his face.Â
I'LL CATCH YOU
he had flirted with girls before, but this felt different. this had his chest thumping and mind racing with what he could say to make you smile.Â
âugh, it wasnât even anything crazy, it was like one of those days where just every little thing goes wrongâ you started, adjusting a pillow to be under your head. âyou know, like bad hair, burnt toast, catch every red lightâ your hand moved as you listed parts of your day. lando watched like he would be tested on it.Â
âthe worst part is the voice in your head that keeps telling you how to feel. like none of this stuff is bad enough for you to be so upset about. before you know it, youâve convinced yourself youâre sensitive and the day just gets even worseâ you pout, finishing.
lando tries not to smile, not to get all warm and fuzzy. he listens, he hears you. but there is a layer of warmth settling atop him. he thinks about you laying on him, telling him about a bad day. hearing about your coworkers, or boring office tasks, anything you thought important enough to tell him.Â
his hands coming up to your face, cradling it like it could shatter. kissing you and telling you everything would be okay, that he was here, that he had you. the butterflies in his stomach multiplied when he thought about how you might react. how you would relax, how his words might comfort you. how you would trust him, knowing he had you, like it was second nature.Â
SOUNDS ROUGH BABY
YOU DID VERY GOOD GETTING THROUGH IT.
DON'T LET YOUR HEAD BE MEAN TO MY GIRL. YOU'RE NOT TOO SENSITIVE, NEVER. YOU HAVE A BIG HEART AND YOU ARE FULL OF LOVE. THAT IS NEVER SOMETHING TO FEEL BAD ABOUT.Â
you didn't speak as you read what he had to tell you. you absorbed it, waiting for each message like you knew he wasn't done. fingers playing with the sheets like you were shy, the sincerity of his messages making your head spin.
BAD DAYS HAPPEN. OF COURSE, THEY SHOULDN'T HAPPEN TO A PRETTY GIRL LIKE YOU. BUT WHEN THEY DO, LET ME BE LOUDER THAN THE VOICES.Â
LET YOURSELF FEEL TODAY. LET IT SUCK. BUT REMEMBER, TOMORROW WILL BE A NEW DAY, AND YOU HAVE SO MUCH GOOD COMING TO YOU BABY.
he was breathing heavier, letting out air he didn't know he was holding. adrenaline pumping like he was in a braking zone with a red bull hunting him down. but you were not a race car. you something much slower, gentler. an escape from all of that. a bright gold light in the sea of mellow greys.Â
a sniffle escaped you, muffled like you held it for as long as you could. you turned to lay more on your stomach and twist your face into the mattress. fabric catching the sound of your cry, but your stomach convulsing just enough for him to see itâ to hear it.Â
âsorry, i don't mean to cry. you're justâ you're very good to meâ you told him. the tears seemed happy, or relieved, but they still had a way of wrapping around landoâs heart like hot coils.Â
NO MORE APOLOGIZING BUNNY
I GOT YOU. IM NOT GOING ANYWHERE.
your hand moved to wipe down your face, drying it somehow. a shaky breath escaped as you parted your lips and askedÂ
âwould you want to talk for a little? just⊠like this?â
just like this. like you laying here, attention completely on him, wasnât exactly what he spent the last week dreaming about. dipped in orange, skin dewy with tears he soothed. his girl. a beat passed as his eyes darted to the empty space on his bed. a ghost of you filled the position. he would wrap his arms around your frame, and keep you close against him, until you drifted off.Â
THERE IS NOWHERE I WOULD RATHER BE
you huffed through your nose, humor creeping into your posture. âso obsessed with meâ you teasedâ having no idea how right you were. âdo you like my shirtâ you asked him as you picked up a section of it to show the color off.
LOVE IT. YOU LOOK GOOD IN ORANGE.
he typed it without much thought. but once it left his fingertips the idea sat heavy on his heart and crotch. you looked good in his color. you liked wearing his color for him. the ownership bubbling in his chest wore a softer mask tonight. my sweet girl.
âyou say i look good in everythingâ
CORRECT! AND I HAVE STILL YET TO BE WRONG.
a blush settled across your skin as heat settled in landoâs.Â
PRETTY GIRL
âyou're such a flirtâ you told him, attempting to distract him from your nervousness he had already picked up on. âdoes this kind of talk work on all the ladies?âÂ
maybe it was a gentle jab, just banter. maybe it was a passing joke, not really searching for an answer. but the way your breath hitched and eyes hovered on your chat box, you knew that was not the case. at least, not anymore. you wanted to know, genuinely. were you just another girl of many? would you even have any right to be upset if you were? were you one of his girls at all?
I DON'T TALK TO ANYONE LIKE I TALK TO YOU
a breath, short and ragged with relief. âmm, now i feel specialâ your heart picked up to a pace you desperately tried to ignore.
YOU ARE VERY SPECIAL TO ME
and he meant it. as scary as it was, he meant it more than he even knew. how these days had passed so much easier with just the knowledge of your existence. how he got worked up at any thought of intimacy with you. how he couldnt think about fucking you anymore, not without the warm bath and light massage he would give you after.
time folded into itself like soft linens, the kind youâd pull over shared silences and quiet laughter. you lost track of its movement, how long you'd been talking, how many questions passed between you like notes in a dim-lit classroom. each one peeling back another layer. each one dropping your walls just that tiny bit lower.Â
it wasnât only flirtation, though, there was plenty of that, effortless and electric. but there was something more now, something deeper. you spoke about things you had never told anyone, at least, not really. about little fears and half formed dreams. the kind of truths that only fall out when you feel unexplainably safe.
he listened like each word you gave him was something rare, precious. he caught himself laughing at the same time as you, sighing in harmony.Â
he asked about your favorite childhood memory, and you told him about a summer spent in the mountains. the one where youâd made a friend who swore you were magic. he listened like it mattered, like he was there with you, watching the fireflies and chasing the wind. then he told you about his first heartbreak. not bitter, not angry, just honest. and somehow, you didnât flinch. somehow, it didnât make you jealous. it made you want to know more about him.Â
your voice had started to dip, just a littleâ softer, slower. like the night itself was tugging on your words, asking them to hush.Â
âitâs lateâ you said, but neither of you moved to say goodbye. the quiet between you wasnât awkward. it was the kind that felt full.
CAN I TELL YOU SOMETHING?
BEFORE WE LOG OFF
you nodded, forgetting he couldnât see it. âof course.â
I THINK THIS MIGHT BE THE BEST NIGHT I'VE HAD IN A REALLY LONG TIME.
AND THE FUNNY THING IS
I DIDN'T EVEN REALIZE HOW MUCH I NEEDED IT
NOT UNTIL YOU STARTED TALKING ABOUT STAR SIGNS AND FIREFLIES
you blinked. something fluttered in your chest. something kind.
âme too,â you said quietly. voice laced with the longing neither of you could see, only feel. âmaybe it's silly, but,â you continued without pause. any hesitation that might have hidden in the shadow of your voice was gone now. âi feel more myself when i'm with youâ
silence rippled between your mouth and each other's screens until it vibrated against landoâs lips. his heart was beating at numbers he had never seen on a speedometer.Â
I FEEL IT TOO
LIKE A PIECE OF ME IS COMPLETED, A PIECE I DIDN'T EVEN KNOW WAS MISSING
BUT NOW, I CAN'T IMAGINE LIVING WITHOUT
the moment was gentle, like warm air drifting through a cracked window on a spring sunday. it settled. weighted, but in the way a kitten laying on your chest might feel.Â
âexactly⊠all of that⊠exactlyâ you said with wonder. you felt it. he felt it too. somehow, you two had found each other, and even if tonight was the last moment you spent together, you had shared time. shared space, shared memories. lando felt dreamy at the idea of making more. the idea of you taking up a space in his head and heart, a space that might have been made for you long before now.
a light yawn escaped you as the moment held you both together like a hug.
YOU SHOULD GET SOME REST BUNNY
your hand pawed at your eyes out of frame, trying, and failing, to push the sleep away from them. âsame time tomorrow?â your voice was the sound of sugar dissolving in warm teaâ gentle, golden, barely above a whisper. it curled at the edges like the last page of a love letter. the kind of sound that made lando wish he could bottle it, keep it beside his bed, and play it on nights he couldnât dream.
TRY AND STOP ME
your giggle echoed around his head as you shifted to end stream. âgoodnight fourâ a slow wave, sincere and nipping at his heart strings. âi hope you have a good day tomorrow, i miss you alreadyâ you finished, just with enough urgency to alert him of your nerves.Â
even after all this time, telling him you missed him still made you shy. god. you were like nothing he could ever imagine. he knew you weren't a dream, because he could never create something as beautiful as you.Â
his screen flicked and the familiarÂ
CAMBUNNY HAS ENDED HER LIVE
flashed like routine. this time, there was no pang of sadness. tonight was dizzying. quiet, and honest, yet screaming and roaring with something neither of you were strong enough to ignore. and equally so, too scared to name.Â
he would see you again tomorrow. he would learn more about you. discover something new. the idea left him alight with yearning. it felt like something to live for. something to drive for.Â
as lando rested his head against the pillow, practice was looming, distant, in the back of his head. he would be ready. you wanted him to have a good day, so he would. but for now, he would slip into the elixir of love his mind created when he thought about you. tonight, he would feel your lips on his cheek, and hand on his own, even if it was just a dream.Â
seperated, but together in thought. both hearts beating in tandem. like fireflies on a summer night.Â
warnings: none just cavity preventing fluff and intimacy
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you're sitting on the edge of the bathroom counter, legs dangling, his hoodie swallowing you nearly whole.
Itâs too late, or maybe too early. your eyelids are heavy, breath warm with sleep. youâre not quite fully awake but not yet dreaming either. the world is a little blurred around the edges, how a watercolor painting might be as it dries. your head lolls lazily to the side as you watch him move.
lando stands in front of you, hair tossed from sleep, shirtless, jaw dotted with gritty stubble. he hums softly to himself as he picks up the toothpaste tube and twists the cap with one hand.
you should be doing this yourself.
you know that.
but your limbs feel too heavy. and tonight, brushing your teeth felt like the kind of impossible task only love could conquer.
he gets it, doesnât ask questions, doesnât tease. just quietly takes your toothbrush, squeezes a careful line of toothpaste across the bristles, and tilts your chin up with his fingers like youâre something delicate.
âopen,â he says gently, and you do.
the toothbrush slides between your lips, and itâs such a strange thing, to be this closeâ this cared for, that you let your eyes flutter shut.
he moves carefully, no rush, no judgment. just slow, small circles the way your dentist always said to do. his other hand rests under your jaw, cradling it. you lean into his touch without really meaning to, your legs brushing his hips, your knees parting so he can stand between them.
this is what intimacy really is, you think. not kisses in the rain or public displays of affection.Â
itâs this.
a toothbrush at four in the morning.
his thumb brushing your cheekbone. the safe sound of his breath matching yours.
âyou okay?â he asks softly, pulling back just enough to let you spit.
you nod, then rinse. âyeah, just tired.â
he chuckles, wiping your mouth with a warm towel before you can even reach for it. âyou always get extra soft when you're sleepy, like a kitten.â
you smile lazily, blinking up at him with awe in your eyes. âyouâre good at thisâ
âat brushing your teeth?â he asks, smiling, gentle and listening.
âat⊠you knowâ you wave a hand vaguely between you both. âtaking care of me.â you finish, with a voice that sounds like you might cry if he weren't here.Â
his face softens. he leans in, brushing a kiss to your forehead before pulling back enough to look you in the eyes again. there's something deeper in them nowâ a kind of quiet pride. not because he has to do these things for you, but because he wants to. because loving you, entirely, looks like this.
âi like doing it,â he says. âmakes me feel close to you. like Iâm helping you breathe easier.â his voice is threaded with the embers of a love burning brightly inside you both. Â
you reach for him, arms resting around his waist, your cheek pressed against his chest. he hugs you back, his hand settling at the back of your head, fingers gently weaving into your hair.
âyou make things feel manageable,â you murmur against him. âeven the small stuff.â
âthatâs the stuff that matters,â he says. âthe small stuff builds the big stuff.âÂ
you smile lightly against his warm skin.
thereâs no pressure to move. no ticking clock. just you and him, wrapped up in a kind of love that feels older than either of youâ honest, slow-burning, and infinite.
synop: rough jealous sex! very little plot, mostly just p0rn
warnings: charles is pretty mean, pnv, creampie, face fucking, use of slut, bitch, whore, toy and more.. dom charels, sub reader, spankings!, lot of degrading, some praise, aftercare!!!!
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you were being bratty. you knew that, you saw the way his jaw locked in place and eyes cut over you. you were pushing the line, and not letting up. charles hooked his pointer fingers in your belt loops on either side, pulling you flush against him. whispering something before he kissed the top of your head.Â
âif you keep acting like a whore, i'm gonna start treating you like oneâ he leaned into your ear, before he planted a punctuated kiss to your head, for any onlookers to be fooled by the intimacy.Â
did he think purring in your ear like that was gonna have you backing off?.. it only made you want it more. thighs clenching as you looked up at him with big wet eyes.Â
âwhat do you mean babyâ you asked, as your voice towed the line between peace and war. batting your eyelashes, begging him to crack, to show a hint of the blaze behind his sugarsweet exterior.Â
unfortunately for you, charles didn't need much convincing. hand reaching around your jaw, gently, but demanding. jerking your gaze back onto him, as he pulled you in closer.Â
âdont act fucking dumb with meâ his tone was laced with venom, as warmth spread from your crotch. he moved his hand to rest at the small of your back. not speaking, but still telling you, stay.Â
the party roared around you, your short red dress, floating against you. charlie's white shirt, wrinkled and top button undone now. people danced and shouted, but there was a stillness around you both. charles, all but twitching, as he waited for you to place the final straw. he could tell you whatever he wanted, praise you, degrade you, anything to make you act right. but both of you knew your mind was made up. you wanted to be taught a lesson, and he was just the guy to teach it. a guy walked toward you, definitely drunk, but carrying a cockiness that made him insufferable.Â
âhey pretty lady, is this guy your boyfriendâ he slurred. charles' hand was still resting on your back. you leaned into him like he was familiar. his hand locked around your side, claiming. eyes darting to you, knowing before you responded, that you were not going to pass up an opportunity to piss him off.
âdepends whoâs askingâ you responded, more for charles than anyone else. the answer was a resounding yes. the hickey he left on your ribcage last night, and the thin silver 16 necklace around your neck was proof enough. charles was your boyfriend, you belonged to him. no amount of teasing or flirting would change that.Â
the drunk guy took your response as an invitation. his hand raised towards yours, in an act to maybe pull you away. your hand didn't move to him. that wasnât the game you were playing. charlesâ hands dragged from behind you, around to rest on your stomach, encapsulating you. he leaned over your shoulder to speak to the man. hands only keeping you more flush to him. you rolled your hips against him, just in case you weren't already in enough trouble.Â
âtrust me mate, you couldn't handle herâ he told the guy, smirking like he had already won. really, he had. you two had an unspoken understanding of what it meant when you acted like this. it was never a betrayal of trust, nor an excuse for you to stray from him. sometimes, you just wanted him to fuck you with the possesion and boiled-blood only this behavior gave him. as the drunk walked away, not daring to tempt your boyfriend again, he dropped his head to your ear, kissing behind it.
âfollow me to the car, dont say a fucking word until i ask you too,â he seperated from you, quickly spinning on his heels and walking out. his weight against your back missing made you feel hollow, and gave you an itch only he could scratch.Â
he didn't turn around, didn't wait for you, didn't slow a step. he walked to the car and sat in the driverâs seat. your heels clicked behind him as you tried to match his longer stride. he started the car without opening your door, or even glancing towards you. for a split second, you thought he might drive off and leave you there, wet and wanting.
when you sat down, dress riding to just below your crotch, you leaned toward him. warm hands wrapping around his bicep, needing to touch him. you pulled your face to his arm, kissing the top of it, sweetly. eyes staring up at him like he was heaven.
âsit still and dont touch meâ he said, short, as he peeled your hands off himself. dropping your hands back to your lap, he finished âbad girls like you have to be punishedâ. his hand snaked around the back of your neck, as he found a grip that made you complacent to how he turned you. twisting you to look right up at him
âdo you understand that, slut?â his eyes were dark as he searched your entire face for any glimpse of hesitation. unsurprisingly, he was met with your mouth parting, eager, and your head nodding hard enough to bounce your breasts.Â
the ride home consisted of you pushing your hips into the seat, and doing anything for charles' attention. pouting and whining when his gazed stayed straight forward, unimpressed by your begging.Â
parking the car in your driveway, he got out and muttered a quick âfollowâ to you. you listened, desperate to get inside so maybe he would finally touch you. he continued up the stairs toward your bedroom, as you turned to lock the front door and scurry up with him.
âbaby, are you upset with me, i didn't meanââ regret pooled in your throat as charles had never used the silent treatment after you teased him. usually, he would take you to the club bathroom and turn you into mush as he ruined you. ruthless, fast, and mean. but this was different, this was calculated.
âdidn't mean to what?â he cut you off as you stepped into the bedroom behind him. âdidnt mean to act like some cheap fuck for any guy who stared at you?â he scoffed. âit seemed pretty intentional to me baby, and now you have some apologizing to doâ he finished as he stepped towards you, closing the door behind you and keeping you surrounded against the wall.
he put both his hands around your neck and pulled you into a kiss. controlled by your throat, you had no say in how he kissed you. taking whatever he gave you, as your head had already started to go a little fuzzy. one hand moved to the back of your head, hand fisting your hair before he was pulling you down. he leaned over as you landed on your knees.Â
âbeen running this fucking mouth all night, gonna show you what itâs really good forâ he told you, hand reaching to his belt, unbuckling himself. ripping down his black slacks, and pulling you up enough to be level with his cock.Â
he kept one hand in your hair, and used the other to free himself. moaning as you made eye contact with his cock. his grip hurt, but your mouth was watering. it was big, and heavy, and he popped it against your chin with force.Â
âopen bitch,â your jaw slacked as he didn't waste a second before filling your throat with his length. your throat was wet and greedy, sucking instantly. he grunted as he angled his hips to fit fully inside you. you were gagging around him, tears already stinging your waterline.
âis this what you wanted? wanted my dick as close to your brain as possible? so it could teach you your fucking place?â he mocked you, as he used his hands to pull your head on and off his cockâ using you like a toy.Â
he laid the back of your head against the edge of the bed, lifting a foot to be level so he could pump himself down you with more force. hips snapping back and forth, his tip bruising a place in your throat you didn't know existed.Â
you clenched your hands and thighs together. staring up at him as he took what he wanted from you. tall and strong, head tilted back like he was in another world. his hands wrapped around your head, guiding you, felt oddly gentle now. your cunt leaking as you thought about how safe you were. he could be as rough as he wanted, you could fall apart for him completely, and the whole time you would never have to worry, it was still your charlie. your throat relaxed as you thought about how much you loved him.
âthats my girl, just let me use youâ his head was still tipped back, but the way his dick was twitching you knew he was close. your tongue started doing what little it could to make it feel better for him. licking and suctioning anytime you could while he fucked your throat for just his pleasure. his mouth parted as noises fell softly from him.Â
your hands raised to his, his eyes shot back down to you at the softer touch. your doe eyes looking up at him like he was everything. he let his hands go from where he was using them to fuck your face, as you gently guided them back. you continued sucking him at the pace he had set. too hard, and too deep for how you usually liked it. but it was driving him crazy so you weren't going to stop now.
âfucking slut-â his words were long, drawn out like moans. âmy fucking slutâ all mine, you belong to meâ his hands clasped behind his back as he only bucked softly into your begging throat, while you did the rest of the work for him. stood towering above you, like a statue, as you knelt before him, like something to be owned.Â
he grunted and bit his lip as hard as he could. his hips snapped forward as he kept his eyes trained down onto yours. you felt his whole length twitch before wet hot spurts were coating your throat. his hand reached back around to rest on the top of your head. he slowed your pace, only letting you bob gently, as he worked through his high. eyes shutting, lost in the moment. he blinked them back open to see you still staring at him wide-eyed, with your hands on his thighs keeping his cock as deep as possible. lips puckered perfectly around his length like you were made for it. pleasure surged back through him, sending a shiver down his spine. one last rope hit the roof of your mouth, before he was pulling you off completely.
spit connected his cock to your mouth until you pulled away far enough for the strands to break. you sat back on your ankles, gazing up at him, drunk in love and lust. he sat on the edge of the bed, and used the back of your head to guide your mouth to his. kissing you gently, like even after that, he could break you. the kiss held an unspoken tenderness, one that said, i love you and i trust you.Â
he grabbed your arms and guided you to crawl up to him, then adjusting to pull on your waist to help you up higher. the kiss began to blur from sweet promises to heated passion. he held your weight as you sat above him, straddling his waist. the kiss was messy now, teeth clacking and spit still resting on your chin. his hand found its way back to your scalp, clenching a fistful and pulling your head down. breaking your lips apart, and exposing your neck. his lips found your sensitive spots instantly.Â
âshould leave dark marks on you hm?â he questioned between kisses, âso people can see what a nasty girl you are?â he continued as his fingers found their way to your still covered core. âparade you around the paddock? my pretty little girlfriend, who just lets me use her like a fleshlight? is that what you want, baby?â he finished, mocking, looking at you with the same stupid innocence you gave him earlier tonight.Â
you were whining into him now. the need to be fucked out weighing any attitude you had left.Â
âtell me what you wantâ he whispered against your skin, taunting you. you curled into him, getting any amount of closeness and friction you could.Â
âyou charli, want youâ you pouted and looked at him with gentle desperation. his hand wrapped back around your throat and pulled your lips just millimeters from his.
âdont use that sweet little name, i told you what happens to whores like you. you wanted thisâ his voice was sharp, hands rough against you. but somehow, his eyes were still so caring. you nodded pathetically as you dropped your head to his shoulder. he pulled the thin straps of your dress off your shoulders. letting it drape around you and lifting your tits out from behind the fabric. he pulled the bottom of the dress up to rest around your waist. your garment bunched into a belt now, he didnt bother pulling it all the way off of you.
your panties showed as he exposed you to him, red lace, breath leaving his mouth before he could catch it at the sight of you. pulling them to the side, he ran his fingers through your folds, never filling the emptiness.Â
âsoaking fucking wet and i havent even touched you yetâ he told you as your cheeks flushed. âdoes sucking my dick really get you this hot, bitch? or do you just like pissing me off?â you wanted to respond, wanted to shave a little cockiness off of him. but as you opened your mouth to retort, he dipped his fingers inside you. all that fell from your plush lips was an uncontrolled moan.Â
âyeah? you got something to say?â your hips were rolling, shaking your head no, as you didn't dare do anything to make him want to take his fingers out. riding him, leaking on his fingers, as he was barely one knuckle deep inside of you.Â
âall foursâ was all he said as he lifted you to the spot of the bed next to him. knees resting right on the edge of the bed, back arching as you rested on your elbows. he stood behind you, feeling his warmth and stature radiating against your skin with the close proximity. he stared at your heat as you clenched around nothing, waiting. pushing your hips back as it ached to be so empty.Â
he slapped your ass, the sharp sting shooting through you as his hand soothed the red mark. you bit your lip, trying to keep yourself quiet, failing. the flash of pain returning as he reddened the other cheek.
âhow many do you think you deserve, baby?â he stepped closer to you, dick standing straight up and bumping against your clit. his voice was tempting you, basking in the pleasure he got from making you choose your punishment.
âfive, five charles pleaseâ you said as you struggled to even keep yourself on your elbows. fists clenching around any bedding they could as you desperately tried to keep yourself from falling apart. the slapping noise was louder this time, so was the strangled moan it pulled from you. it hurt more, longer, hitting the same spot he had before. his hand did what it could to soothe you, rub the pain away. but as his left hand connected harshly with the opposite side of your ass again, your moan was unmistakably pained. stinging and sharp, a softer moan following as he gripped the skin of your butt tight.Â
âtaking your spankings so well, being so good for meâ he praised you, knowing just when you needed it. keeping you stupid, and rutting against his dick. âcan you take your last one honey?â he asked you, voice tender now. he was really asking, you could say no, you knew you could. beg for mercy and he would give it to you, no further questions. he would continue passed it, not letting it ruin the moment if you couldn't. never wanting to hurt you anymore than you asked him to.Â
âpleaseâ was all you muttered as you arched your butt further up to him. the cutting sound and pain followed, softer this time. not noticeably, not unless you really knew charles.Â
âthats my girl, shh, i know babyâ he coaxed you. his hands rubbed at your skin gently. your moans were more sobbish now as the pain slowly weakened against your burning ass.Â
he grabbed your waist, demanding, controlling, pulling you flush against his front. your cunt parted as his dick made room for itself. separating you, but not filling you. raising your hips ever so slightly so your clit would grind against the veins of his length.Â
âtell me what you need, tell me who you need, slutâ his voice was a ragged whisper. your whole body burned. heat radiating off of you from the inside out. the rush of dopamine feeling overwhelming. your head was spinning as you kept wrecked cries from leaving your mouth. you felt it start to hurt. the emptiness, the need, the want, the itch that covered every part of your skin he didn't touch.Â
âyouâ pleâ please fuck meâ tears streamed down your face as you lost control. it was overpowering. you wanted to turn around, fall to your knees, and cry for his dick. you wanted to tell him you couldn't live without it for one more second. every nerve in your body alight as he hummed softly to you.Â
he pulled back from you, separating just barely. you felt your throat open, ready to sob, before you could he plunged his cock into you, bottoming out immediately. the noise that was pushed from you was one of pleasure, or relief. they were so blurred together you couldn't tell the difference. he stayed still, for just a moment. a breath long enough for you to adjust, prepare. then he pulled halfway out and snapped his hips back against you with force.Â
you extended your arms, not capable of staying stable on your elbows. pushing your own face down into the mattress. this time, he used his hands to push your form forward, his tip just barely feeling the cold air before he pulled you back, rough.
the noises were perfectly disgusting. the wetness of your cunt squelching around him. the clap of your hips reconnecting. the way you moaned, charles would describe it as fucking angelic. him grunting behind you as your pussy sucked his cock like it needed it.Â
completely arched down, charles moved his hands to rest more on your lower back and hips. he used you for leverage. you held a majority of his weight as he pulled his cock and bottomed out with speed and strength. the rhythm was blistering. fast, hard, fucking, not making love. it would hurt tomorrow, but it felt too good to think about that right now. hell, you wanted it to hurt tomorrow.Â
âwhoâs pussy is thisâ he asked you, trying to hold back the purrs that threatened to fall from his own mouth. he moved his hand to the back of your head, turning you to look sideways. you could see him now, just out of the corner of your eye. he could see your face, see just how gone you were. smiling as you faded in and out of reality, thinking solely about his cock pumping in and out of you. his words finally made their way into your fuzzy head.
âis y-yours, always yu-rsâ you slurred, eyes rolling gently as you let it all go. charlie wasn't sure if that went more to his dick or his heart. either way, he was now completely focused on making you cum around him. still using your arched back as leverage, he kept rutting into you relentlessly.
he angled his hips just slightly, perfectly adjusting for his tip to land right on the spot that makes youâ you were screaming into the mattress. walls fluttering around him like his dick was made to fill you. knocking against the spot that drove you crazy, he watched as everything else left. all that was in your pretty little head was him, his dick, and pleasure.Â
you clenched around him so tight, it was making it hard to pull out. your cunt was pulling him in, and keeping him held there. he used his hold on your hips to pull and push you onto him. it helped with the movement, but the suction your hole had around him was maddening.Â
you bounced back and forth at charlesâ mercy now. your body was limp, moldable to whatever he wanted. like the only muscle you had left was your tight fucking cunt. every part of you shook as he all but ragdolled you against him.
you opened your mouth to speak, to warn him. but the way you were gushing and clenching around himâ he knew you all too well. his tip punished your sweetest spot. a bundle of nerves so deep inside you, somewhere only he could touch.Â
âi know baby, cum for me, show me how pretty you are when you fall apartâ he told you. not needing you to waste any amount of thought on telling him what he already knew.Â
you tipped over the edge, as he collided with you again, deep and hard, he watched as you found the top of the climax. he couldn't help himself. pulling his hand back and spanking you one more time. the noise was harsh as the sweat on you and his hand aided it. the pain sent you tumbling off the peak before you had any say in it.
your eyes squeezed shut as every muscle in your body lit on fire, clenching up and relaxing entirely. your vision went hot and white behind your eyelids. your ears rang and your mouth dried up. like all of your other senses had shut off completely. like you were controlled entirely by your cunt, and by charles fucking in and out of you.Â
his thrusts were shallower now, gentler. he worked you through it. feeling the pleasure pour through you when he brushed against the spot he had been bruising. he triedâ really tried, not to finish until he milked every drop of pleasure out of your orgasm. but the way your pussy was begging him to fill you, he couldn't deny it any longer.Â
you felt the surge of warm, stickiness coat your insides. another wave of pleasure washing over you without warning. like charles finishing sent an entire other orgasm crashing through you. you shouted his name like it was the only thing you could remember.
as euphoria drenched all of him, he kept rocking you back on him, coaxing you both. skin buzzing, brain fuzzy, you lazily fucked against him to take everything he had to give you. slowly, you both came down, as charles pumped into you a few more times. the remaining pieces of your orgasm raked through you, sending shivers to different parts of you, until his cock had rubbed every itching nerve satisfied.Â
your walls squeezed him barely as he left his length inside you while you both caught your breath. his hands were soft now, distinctly different from just moments ago. he leaned over you fully, letting his weight comfort you, ground you, pull you back to reality. brushing your hair to the side and kissing your shoulder so sweetly you could taste it.Â
âthatâs it pretty girl, did so good for meâ he whispered in your ear from behind you. hand rubbing and squeezing your sides. âtook me so well, made me so proudâ he continued as you finally found the strength to raise your eyelids. you blinked, heavy and slow, as a whine escaped you. his cock resting against bundles of nerves that felt overstimulated now. even as he was softening, he was still too big for your aching pussy.Â
âyou ready?â he asked you. genuine, eyes searching. he didn't want to pull out abruptly, didn't want to empty you until you were ready. until you had come down enough to decide when his missing member wouldn't hurt more than it filling you.
âmhmâ was all you had in you, as your tight suction relaxed and loosened around him. he dragged out gently, both of you mushy and softening. he rolled you over on your back, as delicate as you imagined an angel might. he returned to laying on you, giving just the right amount of weight to ground you but not overwhelm you.
he tucked his head into your neck, smiling against your soft skin. light kisses scattered across the area and trailing to your collar bones. you watched him, lazy. eyes full of love, admiration, and most importantly, trust.Â
âi love youâ you told him, dreamy and blurred. his heart swelled as he pulled back to look at you. how beautiful you looked now, messy and taken. every inch of you was soft and longing to be held. an ache opened in his chest as he watched you. his beautiful girl.Â
âi love you, dollâ he responded, accent heavy as the tiredness set in. âwanna shower? or just wipe off?â he questioned, not wanting to push you past where you wanted to be.Â
âjus sleepâ you said as he smiled at you, so in love. he wanted you to be relaxed and comfortable. but he cared too much about you to let you go to sleep like this. he kissed you once more, soft, spit connecting you both as he pulled away.
deciding for you, he stumbled to the bathroom and ran a washcloth under cool water. grabbing a dry towel as well. he returned to you, pouty, missing him. he grabbed your pjs, something comfy, light and loose.Â
something between protective, nurturing, and caring flushed charles skin as he knelt down to clean you up. you were exhausted, half asleep as he pulled you to sit up. using the dry towel to wipe your skin down, taking precaution not to be too harsh with the rough towel. he knelt down to your most intimate area, still radiating heat.Â
âthis is gonna be a little cold, bubba, ill be quickâ he said as he separated your knees and kissed the inside of your thigh. hissing as he used the wet rag to wipe your leaking and sore pussy. wiping you clean like you were a piece of fine art. detailed and delicate.
he pulled your panties up, cute pink ones with a little bow on the front, soft and silky as to not irritate your skin anymore. pulling his tshirt over your head, you giggled to each other as your arm got caught in the wrong hole.Â
throwing on a pair of shorts and using the dry towel to wipe himself down, not at all minding your sweat mixing with his. he was finally able to crawl into bed with you. you were very sleepy, lulling into a drowsy state each time charlie looked away from you.Â
he pulled your form up to his, laying your head on his chest and pulling your knee to have your leg over him as well. his thumbs drew light patterns and shapes on your thigh, as he pulled the covers over you and let you sink into his comfort.
âyou okay baby?â he asked you, you didn't need to talk much. he just wanted to be extra sure you were as happy with tonight as he was.
âbetter than okay, you're pretty good in bedâ you joked, tired, but cheeky. he laughed, honestly. mainly it was air escaping his nose, but his smile was big and you could see the white flash through the dark.
âi love you babyâ he told you as your breathing slowed. he repeated it a few more times as you fell softly into the embrace of sleep. when you were drifted off entirely, he allowed himself to follow you. eyes heavy as the sound of your heartbeat was echoing around his head, as if it were his own.
pen palsâŠ. landoâŠ. norrisâŠ. ohâŠ. im so satâŠ.
IF MY ANGEL WANTS IT SHE WILL GET IT !!!!! another lil baby sneak peek just for you ...
Daisy,
sometimes I think if we met you'd be disapointed.
I'm not saying that to be dramatic. Just... I think you'd expect someone calmer. Softer maybe. In real life, I'm not always how I am with you. I'm impatient. I get stressed way too fast. Can be a bit of a dick really. And I'm definately not as smart as you. (I know your going to say that's not true, but it is. I can see it in the way you write. You think in these big beautiful loops and quote dead writers and stuff, and I had to stare at the word definately for 10 minutes to figure out if I spelt it right.) So maybe if we met I'd ruin it the way I always seem to.
Sometimes I picture it though. Picture you. Not your face, exacly, but the feeling I get with you. If we were ever in the same place, even if I didn't talk to you I think I'd know you. Just from that feeling.
sleepy lando who lays his head on your chest to fall asleep to the sound of your heart beating.
sleepy lando who comes with you to the bathroom if you wake up in the middle of the night. just stands there and holds your hand until you finish. head dropped to his chest, eye closed, just waiting to get back in bed with you.
sleepy lando who twitches as he drifts off, especially when you scratch his scalp just right.
sleepy lando who rolls over in the middle of the night and pulls your entire body over him to keep cuddling.
sleepy lando who tucks his nose and mouth right behind your ear when you're spooning. leaves little kisses on the soft skin.
sleepy lando who wakes up in the middle of the night just to kiss you. he is completely out of it, almost still asleep, doesn't even remember it in the morning.
just rolls over and starts kissing you. you're usually asleep too, but you wake up enough to realize what is happening. eyes closed, just mouthing at you like it completes him. even in this completely delirious state, he just wants his lips on yours.
hums contently when you finally kiss him back, and he slips off back to sleep.
sleepy lando who makes you his portable nap pillow. he is good at falling asleep anywhere, but with you to support him, it only makes for more possibilities. he positions you in front of him, wraps his arms around your waist and rests his chin on your shoulder. it doesn't take long for his breathing to slow and his weight to become heavier on you. sinking into the comfort only you can provide.
sleepy lando who tries soo hard to stay awake when you guys have quality time. staying in a beautiful city after a race weekend, he wants to sit up and watch the stars with you both talking all night.
but he is just too tired. eyes getting heavy as his hands linger on you for moments too long. he tells you to keep talking and keep him up, but you just want him to get the rest he needs.
âno, baby, i wanna stay up, i miss you so much when im sleepingâ
âdont worry, im not going anywhere, ill still be right here when you wake upâ
sleepy lando who talks to you in his sleep. usually it's just soft mumbling before he pulls you closer to him. but sometimes, when you ask him questions, he will answer. he is missing context and isn't entirely coherent, but he always just says how much he loves you.
âare you sleepin baby?â you whispered as he stirred
âno mâwit my pretty girlfriendâ
âyeah? do you love her?â you ask smiling, as he cant even open his eyes.
âmhm gonna make her my wife, wan kiss you foreverâ he slurred out as he lifted his head to maybe kiss you, lips landing at the corner of your mouth before he was already drifted off again.
synop: you love lando like no one ever has, a race could never change that
warnings: none! very fluffy, this is my post race therapy session
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it had been a long day. lando hadnât said much since being released from media and team duties. but there was a lightness to him now.
sometimes, he wanted you to convince him. get riled up and beg him to see how talented you knew he was. sometimes he needed that in your face kind of comfort. today hadnât been one of those days.
today it was easier to sit in the silence of your love. to let it wrap around him, and fill all the spots in his heart and head.
today, the warm smile, soft hug, and gentle finger interlockings you gave him, said more than words ever could. once he had escaped it all, after what was done, was done, there was still you. still your same overpowering love and undying support.
the one that never wavered. no matter what happened on track, p1 or p20, you loved him all the same. he didn't have to prove anything to you. you were the only set of eyes that he never felt judged by.
he let you lead him, to the car, through the hotel, and to your room. this wasnât something he would never come back from, wasnât career changing, just racing. but letting you have a little bit of the control made him feel safe.
he was happy to take the back seat, for once, and let you care for him. you walked him into the bathroom, his shoulders were slumped, but he found a hint of a smile while looking at you.
your touch was steady and gentle, not like he was going to break, more like he was worth something more than a lap time. you looked up at him with big eyes, like maybe he could read your mind and know just how much you loved him.
your hands dragged up his arms to rest on his neck and pull him down to kiss you. it was special, but it was familiar. not like you felt bad for him, definitely not like you were disappointed. just like every other night, he was him, you were you, still in love, still together. somewhere in the kiss he found, that was what he cared about most at the end of the day.
âwant me to get you some pjs and start your shower?â you asked him with a honey laced voice.
he nodded his head, lightly dropping it to rest on your shoulder before you pulled away. you walked him back to sit on the closed toilet seat. he looked up at you now, with those same sweet eyes that made you fall in love with him in the first place.
his gaze lingered, wanting but not asking, you leaned down to kiss him again. he smiled into you, as you held your lips together. pulling away, you kissed the top of his head before starting his shower and leaving to grab a change of clothes.
when you returned he was in the same spot, still grinning like he was dazed. the air warmed around you both as the shower got up to the muscle relaxing temperature.
âhey bubâ you said as you walked back to his frame, fingernails finding the back of his head and scratching his scalp. âwanna wash today off?â you finished as he leaned his face into your tummy and nodded.
lan usually liked to shower alone after races. it gave him a human moment. time to bask in the warm steam and let his thoughts clear. it gave him time to stop, breathe, and get his head off the track.
you knew that, of course, and it was never a conversation. he didn't have to explain himself. you didn't make him stay connected to you 24/7. you didn't get hurt when he wanted time to processâ win or lose. you just, understood.
it was something he hadnât experienced before you. the slow drawn out pulse of love that simmered in every corner of your relationship. you listened, you heard him, you understood.
âcall me if you need me, okay?â your smile was real. so real it felt heavy in his heart before it floated off him like a blessing. you would be there, with or for whatever he needed. if something happened, you would come, you would help him. no questions asked, no expectations. just you and him, like it always was.
closing the bathroom door behind you, the muted hum of the shower filled the room as you looked through the room service menu. ordering the two things you were torn between which lando might want, better to get them both so he could choose and you have the other.
little things like that, kind acts you didn't even think about, are what made lan know you were the one. the food arrived and you had changed into something comfier now, as you waited in bed for him to be ready to come out. no matter how long it took.
the quiet purr of the shower turned off, and he was padding out to you not long after. comfy grey sweatpants and a big baggy t shirt adorned him, as his wet hair dripped to his shoulders. he was done performing, done acting, nothing could get him here, not now. this was just for you and him.
he saw your form, laid in bed with your back against the headboard. with no hesitation, he joined you and collapsed lazily into your arms. your legs separated to allow him to lay between. his chest rested on yours. head tucked into your neck as his wet hair rubbed against you, cold.
you stayed like that for a minute. comfortable, and relaxed. letting him use you to recharge. your hands naturally found their way to his back. gently scratching at the lower portion.
âunder pleaseâ he mumbled into your neck, not moving another muscle. you giggled, as softly as you could, and moved your fingers to his request. hooking under his t-shirt before your nails began soothing again.
you painted light shapes and lines on his back, the skin to skin contact making him hum. content. happy. in love.
âare you upset with me?â he asked with a tone that made your gut wrench. he knew you werent, really he hadnât doubted it since his hands reconnected with yours after the race. but he thought he deserved a selfish moment of reassurance.
ânever, babyâ you told him like a whisper as your legs wrapped just a bit tighter around his waist. âyou know thatâ you finished and kissed the top of his head again, like the wax seal on a soulmate's love letter.
âi knowâ he responded. never moving from your embrace. staying on top of you, letting you take care of him. and he did know. in that moment, with the world quiet except for the sound of two hearts beating. synced, in rhythm, together.
jealous lando who buys you a 4 necklace and puts it on you every morning.
jealous lando who keeps a finger hooked in your belt loop anytime youâre out together.
jealous lando who sees a guy talking to you at a party. he slinks behind you, hands resting on your waist, not bothering to even look at the guy. pulls your hair to one shoulder and leaves kisses along the back of your neck. the conversation finishes quickly after that, as youâre a bit distracted.
jealous lando who forgets his paddock pass but never yours. hangs it around your neck and kisses it before you leave the hotel. something about the âCOMPANY OF LANDO NORRISâ note being right below your name makes him a little dizzy.
jealous lando who wants to be anything you need him to. doesnât want you calling a electrician, mechanic, plumber, or even a doctor. what ever is wrong he can fix it for you. âi can do it, im all you needâ
jealous lando who constantly begs you to marry him, so you can officially be his forever.
âplease, baby, i just want to put a big pretty ring on your finger and make you taken foreverâ
jealous lando who will not let go of your hand in the paddock. making sure anyone who looks at you knows.
synop: you and lando explore your connection a bit furthur
warnings: smuuut, with plot, dom!lando, sub!reader, m and f masterbating, praise, vry light degrading, some pet play, collar, use of bunny whore slut doll and others, ownership
đž: 5.1k words (spoiling you guys)
his big hands sat steady and tight on your waist. you were straddling him, but he was keeping you still and up right while he pistoned his cock into you. he held you in position, leaning over top of him so he could bend his knees to fuck you better. he would pull down on your hips every so often to give you a harder thrust and hit that spot that drove you crazy. he didnt even need to look up, didnt need to see youâ he knew he would finish far too quickly if he did. he stared straight ahead at his hands on his girls hips. fucking her like she needed him to. really, he didnt think about his own pleasure at all, once you started gripping at his shoulders and whining into his neck for more. he was concentrated. completely focused. his brows furrowed as he grunted under you, his muscles burned and he needed a rest. but he didnt care, even as a layer of sweat coated his whole body. he just kept fucking you. he just kept making you feel like only he could, you were his after all.
suddenly you were collapsing onto him, and you felt light as a feather. almost like you weren't there. with your face tucked into his neck he was able to see the room again. the lights were fuzzy⊠or was he that exhausted? he didn't feel your waist in his hands anymore. he saw that they were there, still in place, but he didnt feel them. he was a bit dazed but this felt different, like being lost in a house you've lived in your whole life.
he kissed your shoulder and allowed his hands to trail to your lower back before he let his eyes close. just a slow blink, but when his eyes opened again, you were gone. he wasn't naked anymore, and the harsh slap of reality came when he finally heard the blaring noise coming from his alarm clock.
this was the third night in a row lando had dreamed of you. he didn't mind it, the downside of waking up with a solid cock was outweighed by any time he got to spend with you. it was stupid, he knew that, having a crush on some random girl he knew nothing about. he just, he didn't care. for whatever reason, you were the thing his dick, mind, and heart, kept finding its way back too. and those three had never agreed on someone before.
he drove faster, he worked quicker, kept himself busy with things to do so the days he couldn't see you would pass. the frustration that bloomed from his dick made him brake later and hit more apexes. you made him better. people started asking âwhatâs happened to youâ or âwhat changedâ and his excuses were lame and not believable. especially when his engineers constantly had to snap him back into a conversation from his daydreaming.
this week started the european triple header. Emilia-Romagna first, with Monaco hot on its heels. preparation had been crazy, and while lando had been driving his best, his head wasn't exactly in it the whole time. his thoughts had shifted from eating you out to eating team dinners with you. he thought about bringing you with him to work, having you sit pretty and wait for him just incase he needed a kiss. he thought about having you in his arms any time he was talking to someone. your back pressed to his front, with his arms draped over your shoulders so no one ever doubted who you belonged to.
as he shut the door of his apartment behind him, his chest hummed with excitement. wednesday night. he gets to see his girl. todayâs training was particularly sweaty so he got in the shower and got himself ready for you. washing his hair and cleaning under his nails like some school boy with a crush. choosing his pajamas with what he thought you might like in mind. his constant refreshing of your page throughout the week had, unsurprisingly, not magically caused you to appear. but tonight it would. you had a date. âsame time wednesdayâ was the promise that echoed in his head as he laid his computer to the side waiting for that time to roll around.
his dick was already getting hard with want. desire filling him so far up he had to take deep breaths to slow his heart rate. he had to actively try and clear his mind as flashes of your tits, or hands, or wet cunt flickered through his thoughts like you were haunting him. or blessing him, or somewhere beautiful between the two. he opened his eyes with a sigh as he gave up on trying to will his cock to soften.
CAMBUNNY HAS JUST WENT LIVE!
the notification popped up in the top right corner of your profile and he clicked in with no hesitation. he was in too deep to play the nonchalant game. he was waiting for you, and he didnt care if you knew. hell, he was sitting in his apartment, alone, wearing the cologne he thought you would favor. your cam came up full screen, in the same position as last time, close to the bed. he had grown really fond of your fairy lights and barely pink painted walls. he felt a quick pang to his heart when he didn't see you on screen.
where are you baby? he asked himself in his head, almost pathetic. he heard a moment of static, like something being plugged in or turned on, and then your voice, sugary sweet and dripping with beauty.
âfour?â you questioned from outside of the frame. you knew it was him, or at least assumed it was. broadcasting yourself live to anyone, and your first thought was of him. his cock standing up higher as he tried to not convince himself he owned you. but your obedience was making it really difficult.
HI BABY
he typed quickly, not wanting you huffy about slow responses. and you were fucking giggling. soft, and genuine, you giggled into the mic, at the pet name, or at whatever was causing you both to be so drawn to the other.
âyou joined before i finished getting set up, gimmie one minuteâ every inflection you put into speaking sent a chill up his spine. you were so real, so individual, so exquisitely you.
TAKE YOUR TIME DOLL
âremember the surprise i told you about ?â
OF COURSE I DO
âokay well i have it on, but its nothing big, so, i just dont want you to be disappointedâ your voice trailed off with that innocence that made lando want to kiss you gently or fuck you stupid.
TRUST ME, YOU COULD NEVER DISAPPOINT ME
a quick sigh escaped you, and he tried not to think about your heart racing, wanting to make him proud. it felt like time moved in slow motion as you finally breached the edge of the camera frame. first your hand and arms, bare. then as you slowly crawled to the center of your bed, revealing yourself, your surprise, his mouth dried up and dick pulsed like it might have a heart of its own.
a black leather body suit adorned your figure. the thick leather looked tight and pushed your breasts up where they might spill out if he had his way with you. it was strapless, collar bones on full displayâ a part of your body he was growing oddly fond of. his eyes trailed down at a snail's pace, like he could drink you in, or like, if he moved too quickly he might finish in his own shorts untouched. black tights under the garment came out and covered your legs, sheer enough to see skin, but modest enough to keep him guessing. crawling across the bed on all fours, back arching, you shook your butt just briefly to show off your tail. a white cotton puff sat right where your perky ass was hardly confined by the skimpy bodysuit. you moved to bend your knees and sit back on your ankles. the last detail finally in frame, a matching black leather collar with silver charms spelling BUNNY. stars pricked the outside of landoâs vision as he really tried to remain composed.
âwell what do you thinkâ your voice pulled his floating thoughts back to reality. he wanted to fucking eat you. or worship you. he wanted you bent over, pulling your hair, and giving him what he wanted. or he wanted to sit at your feet and beg you to let him taste your cunt. this tug of war his head played with only made his dick warmer and hips more eager.
YOU ARE THE MOST BEAUTIFUL WOMAN I HAVE EVER SEEN
and he meant it. as his eyes traced over every inch of you begging to find a flaw. something that could stop his heart from only beating when it thought about you. he couldnt. you sat there, looking like a holy relic, asking him if he liked it? hands folded in your lap like the sweetest little thing. reaching up to move your hair over your shoulders to behind your back. gentle and graceful, showing more of your chest and shoulders. his lips tingled as he thought about leaving scattered kisses along the soft skin. he thought about taking his time with you, really savoring you, appreciating all that was his.
and you giggled at his message, air leaving your lungs like what he said was impossible. like you really didnt know how divine you were to him. like everytime he saw you, he didnt have to question whether or not you were a dream. like something painted by stars and carved by the moon.
âplay with meâ your soft voice threaded through your mic and straight to his soul. pouting with wet pathetic eyes he didnt even need to see. you were getting fidgety, as his admiring made time move a lot slower on his end.
GETTING NEEDY BUNNY?
âdont tease me, i got all dressed up for youâ you whined. and his hand was wrapped around his dick before he could even blink. for him? you did this for him. he thought about his hand replacing your collar and teaching you what it really meant to be owned.
WANNA SHOW ME WHAT A GOOD GIRL YOU CAN BE?
your head was nodding quickly, shame leaving you as it shifted to heat in your face and clit.
GET YOUR TOY AND TURN AROUND
you reached under your pillow, visions flickered in his head as he thought about you desperately rutting against your vibrator late at night, shoving your own face in your pillow to keep quiet. you quickly shifted to have your butt facing the camera, leaning down and arching your back for him. the body suit had little latches where it could be undone right where he might need easy access to you. you laid down onto your elbows, letting you arch further. he could see you now. all of you. you faced away from him, so he couldnt see your face, but he could see your whole figure. all of you at once, the full picture finally completed. had he not been squeezing his tip like it might escape he would have finished like a virgin at nothing but your back arching.
your hands moved between your legs, and you separated the two clasps that held your body suit together over your cunt. pulling it up, he could see your glistening pussy. the tights were just sheer enough for him to see your clit, sweet slit, and the wet spot you left against the fabric. this was the first time he had seen your cunt, really seen it. next to the simmering desire in his belly, was a twist of possession. thats my girl, thats my fucking pussy.
HEAVEN
he told you simply. which is exactly what it felt like. the pool of warmth churning in his crotch was nothing compared to the euphoria he felt in his head at the sight of you. you breathed deeply, shaky and uncontrolled. he saw your hand reaching back to your his pussy with the vibrator now turned on. just as you rested it against the soft bud, burning with want, you saw his message.
DID I GIVE YOU PERMISSION TO DO THAT BUNNY?
you shut it off and snapped the vibrator away from yourself as quickly as you couldâ not even hesitating. ân-no sir, m sorryâ you whimpered, muffled slightly by your head hanging closer to the bed now. your ass pressed more towards the camera, hips straining like it hurt for him to not be there fucking you. obedient. it made his head spin. in your room, with your vibrator, and your cunt. listening to him. behaving.
âplease four⊠please itâ it hurts i need youâ you clawed at the sheets in front of you. voice exasperated and he knew what you meant. he felt it too. like an itch so deep it could never be scratched. as good as this felt, as good as you looked, he wouldnt be completely satisfied until he felt his cock sink into your velvet pussy. until he placed his hands where your thighs met your hips and jerked your cunt back against him. your whining raked through him as he didnt have it in him to be mean to you anymore.
GO ON, PUT ON A GOOD SHOW FOR DADDY
he regretted calling himself that for a split second, until your moan roared back at him through his laptop. nodding your head and replacing the buzzing toy to your most intimate area. relaxing instantly your voice was a purr as you choked out soft moans from the pleasure. his dick found a steady rhythm, one he liked, until he noticed how your hips moved back and forth ever so slightly. rocking so gently, you could miss it, if you didn't watch with the care that lando did. you fucked yourself against your vibrator. even in this position, you couldnt help but think about being fucked like a whore. spread open around his cock, desperate to be controlled. now his hand matched your paceâ though, if he ever got his hands on you, his pace would be a hell of a lot more ruthless than yours.
he spit on his own hand. something he hadn't done before alone, but his hand didn't feel nearly as good as your leaking cunt looked. he thought about how you might drool on his cock while you sucked him, before he pulled you off and used your pussy to finish. the unease he felt about his own spit on his dick left almost instantly as his pumps felt just a fraction more like what he thought your cunt would feel like. you were messy, tights ruined with wetness, as you let noises fall from your mouth and worked your clit like you were
MADE FOR ME
he told you. like most of his messages, he felt as if it went straight to your clit. between the blurry wetness of your tights he could see you clench around nothing. yearning for him.
âmhm made jus foâyou daddyâ you slurred with none of the innocence he had become accustomed to. no, this was you at your most vulnerable. completely in the palms of his hands. yanking his dick at the thought of it, you telling him your pussy was made for him. like spreading your legs was all you ever wanted, turning your brain off and just letting him lay claim to you.
his dick was fucking twitching. what was it about you that drove him so fucking crazy. he couldnt hold himself together. the only solace being how your thighs clenched, and he knew your body well enough now to know you were just as close as he was.
CAN YOU DO ONE SETTING HIGHER FOR ME BABY?
your high pitched mmphm was completely lost to the pillow covering your mouth but your other hand clicking the smaller button on your toy was a good answer for him. he wanted, needed, you to feel good. to watch pleasure shriek through your body. he wanted you to feel the best you ever hadâ with him there. he wanted you to know only he could make you feel like this. wanted your body to lose itself and your mind to trust him enough to choose the stopping point.
you sounded pathetic. delicious, and entirely pathetic. you made noises that sounded more like scripture to lando. you looked like something he would kneel before and pray to. he pumped his cock to you. to the pace of your moans now, they were faster, more like how he would fuck your cunt. his eyes wanted to lull him under, sink into the vision of you really being ruined by his dick, so he could finish. but the idea of missing even a moment of the show you were giving him made his eyelids strain to stay open.
I KNOW BABY, ITS TOO MUCH FOR YOUR SWEET CUNT, I KNOW, JUST TAKE IT FOR ME BUNNY
he was talking you through it. the way your voice sounded ragged and losing the poise of your usual pretty little moans. you were gone. body completely at the mercy of your clit, at his mercy. he couldn't imagine anything being in your little head but his instructions. you sobbed at the almost overstimulation from your vibrator. his innocent little girl. like you hadn't ever experienced this much before⊠like you had never tried to allow yourself this level of euphoria. but with him, you listened, let him decide, you did as you were told. your slit was clenching more now, reading his messages, knowing you were in good hands, he had you.
âm soâ cn i cum please four, can i cum for youâ you begged as your body shook. asking him permission for when you were allowed to finish. like a pet. that same blush of pride swelled in his chest as you asked him to tell you what you could or couldn't do with your his body.
HOLD IT SLUT
he couldn't help himself. not when you were so willing to be broken. he hated being mean to you, really he did, but the way your body clenched and loosened like a whore; he couldn't help it. tsk tsk sweet thing, if you weren't such a nasty slut, daddy wouldn't have to be so mean to you. you did as he told you. bunched fists of your sheets as your body was nearly spasming trying to keep from finishing. sobs wrecked through you, as the pillow covering your mouth did little to muffle them now. completely fucking dazed you were mumbling âpleaseâ and âwan cum for youâ like a manifestation. like the only thing that could make you finish was his fucking permission.
his dick burned, hot and angry against the inside of his fist. clenching tighter around his length like he thought your pussy would. he thought about bucking himself into you as you sobbed like this, completely out of control and in his hands. he thought about making you watch him destroy you. making you watch yourself beg him to destroy you. his hand pumped his cock with every bit of strength he had. watching you fall apart for him.
âfour pleaââ
LET IT GO BUNNY
your orgasm blared through your body like an earthquake. you shook and convulsed as you tried to keep yourself up right and your cunt open. the scream you let out was almost inhuman. you couldnt think anymore, fucked completely stupid, there was nothing in you except selfish pleasure. brain mushy as you had never pushed yourself this far before. your vision went hot and white. sensations spread from your cunt to the top of your head and bottom of your feet. you couldn't tell where one part of your body ended and the other began. vibrations waved throughout your stomach and left a buzzing feeling on your skin. dizzy as you clenched around your emptiness and moaned his number like a plea to your god.
watching you gently tip off the mountain he had carried you to, sent him diving off straight after you. hips straining up as he yanked thick spurts out of his cock. cumming with a grunt down his own pajamas. hand dragging to force more white from his tip. teeth gritted together as he watched you shake while you finished together. leaving this world, for one of more bliss, at the same moment, hand in hand. it was then, his balls pulsing with a primal hunger, he realized, you owned him. as much as he thought of your sweet cunt as his. his cock belonged to you. red with a heat only you commanded, weak with an ache only you could satiate. as his head slipped back into the bliss of his high he thought, fucking slut. but even he wasn't sure which of you two he was referring to.
your sobbed moans had softened now. still dreamy and collapsed onto your bed, lando came down quicker than you did. at least, he willed himself to. if he was the one getting you so lost, he wanted to make sure he was always there to carry you back home. it didn't seem fair to make you stupid and then tell you to think by yourself right after. no, he would take care of you until you were ready. still fluttering with his own high, he told you
DID SO GOOD FOR ME, MY SWEET THING
still whining and clenching up every now and then, you hummed with an air of ease.
LISTENED SO WELL AND MADE ME SO PROUD
âyou drive me crazyâ slurred out of you with a sleepy and perfectly drained voice. he lingered at the thought of how much of a mess you would be after he finished with you. after he gave you more than you ever thought you could take. how you might curl up onto his chest, just wanting to be as close as possible. he shook off the image of your hearts beating in sync with one another. he blinked away the thought of you perfectly fitting in all the places he didn't even know were empty. âdid you. . .â you tried to finish, trailing off with that same innocence that curled around his ribs like smoke, sweet and suffocating.
DID I WHAT? NEED BIG GIRL WORDS.
this give and take, the pull to his push, your melody to his harmony, different beats but mixing to a beautiful song. the dynamic was unspoken and yet, natural. like lightning and thunder of the same storm. he lead, you followed, you performed, he watched, you spoke, he listened, he pushed, you obeyed. completing one another like a tale as old as time.
the pitiful hmph you responded with was maddening. âdid you, yâknow, like did you finish tooâ you asked, quick and shy. falling apart for him like a whore and then being embarrassed to ask if he finished. sweet fucking girl, what am i gonna do with you.
YOU THINK I COULD CONTAIN MYSELF WITH HOW YOU LOOK FOR ME RIGHT NOW?
your giggle was softer now, more gentle, with that tired, loopy look that drenched your whole form. âsometimesâŠâ you adjusted to be sitting back on your ankles again âyou talk about meâŠâ you turned around to face him, breasts hardly kept in by the crooked bodysuit âlike you own meâ you finished.
lando dropped his head back to the top of the couch, eyes nearly rolling. because, he did, he did talk about you like that, and you knew it. his shoulders tensed for a second as your mouth parted to continue â...andâ he stared as you cocked your head to the side â...it gets me really fucking worked upâ you purred, sounding better than sex itself.
YOU'RE MINE, FEEL LIKE YOU WERE MADE JUST FOR ME.
he thought to stop there but the heat in his cheeks and post nut clarity took over and he added
I MISS YOU WHEN YOU'RE GONE
a glimpse at his heart. a moment too intimate to fall behind the âwatcher, playerâ mask. the dynamic leaking deeper into both of your muscles than you tried to let it.
âi miss you when i'm goneâ your tone a whisper of something, like a secret. both of you dancing on the edge of a blade. knowing this is wrong, dangerous even. but being too dissolved in the electricity to care about the current pulling you out too far.
lando thought he could cry. if all the lights were out, and this moment was frozen, maybe he would. a sizzling in his chest as you sat more relaxed, thinking that's his girl, she belonged to him. his eyes finally blinked after not realizing how long he had gone without one. his eyes darted around the screen, shy now, avoiding eye contact with your breasts. he saw a new button at the bottom of your layout.
WANT TO TIP CAMBUNNY?..<3
it read and he clicked it without hesitation. deciding how much was trickier than he thought it would be. it being too little wasn't really a fear, it was the other end of the spectrum that worried him. how much would scare you away? or make you ask questions? he wanted to give you his credit card and follow you around while you bought anything you wished for.
FOUR HAS TIPPED CAMBUNNY âŹ500!
popped up in chat the second he hit send, almost embarrassingly fast.
MAYBE BUY SOMETHING PRETTY FOR ME?
he thought adding the prompt would make you feel more validated in accepting the money. he didn't want you to feel like you had to do anything extra in your streams since he paid you. he liked what you were comfortable with. and clearly you liked getting dolled up.
âwh- wait whoa thats way too much, how can i refund that?â you asked as you frantically moved towards the camera off your bed.
DONT. LET ME SPOIL YOU
âdoes that make this hotter for you, fourâ a smirk laced your tone as you teased him. he smiled at you like a dumb kid. each time you two did this together, the walls came down just that little bit further. the connection lighting a spark in a forest, waiting to catch on fire. âok, but i don't want to end up on BBC with âman loses everything due to cam girl addictionâ as the headlineâ you finished with air quotes, teasing still.
I PROMISE NOT TO GIVE ANYTHING I CANT AFFORD
it was corny. flexing his wallet like he had something to make up for. he didn't. but maybe, this did make it hotter for him. treating you good, spoiling his girl, taking care of you. this was a part he liked just as much as what happened between your legs. this is what made laying awake missing your weight atop him a little easier. made thinking about kissing your tears away and telling you how much he loved you less heart breaking.
GOT TO TAKE CARE OF MY GIRL
my girl. his girl. my girl. his girl. my girl. his girl. separated by everything, yet repeating identical mantras in your heads as you thought about the other.
âdo youâ if youâ are you free tomorrow?â you tried to choke back the stutter but he heard it. lapping it up. liking how he affected you, no matter the context. thursday before a race weekend⊠he wasnât really free tomorrow. but part of them both knew he was never going to tell her no.
FOR YOU, ALWAYS
âi was just thinking i could maybe go live again tomorrow, even though it's off scheduleâ you said, sitting at what he assumed was the desk where your camera or laptop sat. chest fully in front of the camera, and he could see a little sliver of your chin at the top of the frame. the wall dropping. âlike around the same time? 9 pm CET?â you questioned as your head stayed trained towards your chat box⊠waiting for him. going out on a limb and being scared he might snap it off.
I'LL BE HERE DARLING
soft pink crawled over your exposed skin as you huffed happily through your nose. your hand reached towards where you usually ended the stream. snapping it back like you realized something cosmically important.
âwait last thingââ you spoke quickly, hoping he hadn't already clicked off. the possibility of that had never even crossed his mind. âwhat's your favorite color?â you asked.
a more loaded question for lando than you likely intended. his fingers moved before his instincts. before he had the chance to catch himself, to reconsider. if his wall was dropping low enough you might be able to peek over it, he didn't seem to mind.
ORANGE
no hesitation either. really, his favorite color probably wasn't orange. but it was his color. as much as four was his number and you were his girl. if there was any chance of seeing you covered in orange, covered in him, he was taking it.
âgot itâ you whispered like you heard something he had never told anyone. like you would memorize anything he told you as if it was sacred. your hand raised steady to just outside of the cameraâs view, right where he pictured your lips would sit. then, he heard a kissing noise followed by a âpopâ sounding like punctuation. extending your hand and blowing it towards the camera, towards him. he felt his cheek warm on the right side like it landed there. completely stupid, yet content at the idea, he raised his fingers to softly ghost over the spot and savor something invisible. your cam went dark and the screen flashed white
CAMBUNNY HAS ENDED HER LIVE!
slowly, he found the strength to walk back to his bathroom, wanting to clean himself off. despite this being the third time he was washing one pair of pants after just seeing you, lando was elated. buzzing and churning in a way he had never experienced. thinking about carrying you to the shower and washing your hair. thinking about leaving kisses in the shape of his 4 on your tummy. heart skipping at him remembering he can see you tomorrow. hands sweating so little he convinced himself they weren't, but you had told him 9PM CET, Central European Timezone. his timezone. you shared a timezone, somehow, despite that still meaning you could be thousands of miles away, it made you feel a little bit closer. like he could feel your warmth peaking over the skyline, like the sun might during sunrise.
warnings: smut with plot, m and f masterbating, use of slut, doll, and bunny, sub(ish) reader, use of vibrator, slowww burn
đ°: 2.8K words
the next few days really dragged on for lando. workouts seemed to last an hour too long, sim races felt like a full blown grand prix. every now and then, a flashback of you would flicker behind his eyelids, and send a jolt through him. your hips, or waist, or the way your thighs would squeeze your pillow when you were close.
initially he had tried to ignore the lingering thoughts you left like love letters in his head. but it became increasingly more obvious to him that wasn't going to be possible. not when he thinks about you any time his dick starts to harden up. not when the frustrations of his job were made easier knowing he might get to see you sunday. not when his mind drifted to you when he laid awake too late at night.
admittedly, he had found his way back to that website, refreshing your page like you might suddenly appear in front of him. your collar bones shown in your profile picture being enough to have lando huffyâ almost, missing you. he swallowed whatever hesitation remained in the back of his throat and made his account.
name? that was easy. four. no more no less. completely him, yet entirely too vague to be distinguishable. profile picture? that was harder⊠surely, he cant show any part of himself, or anything brand associated. but he needed something to make you interested, or at least not scare you away. but what did you like? he scrolled his camera roll, flying past anything that didn't seem cool enough for you. pictures he took of flowers seemed too feminine, but pictures of old cars seemed stupid. he scrolled past one picture that did give him pause. a mirror selfie, fresh out of the shower, the mirror was very fogged. lando was shirtless, you could see that, but any detail that could pin the photo back to him was blurred away in the warm condensation.
would you think it was dumb? or not even ever look at it? he didn't know, but he liked the idea of you being able to see some part of him, while still anonymous, like you. as he selected the photo, a warm sensation swirled around his gut. this was a photo of him. someone could know, or somehow guess, someone might see it and start asking questions. it made him excited nervous. but he knew he was only coming back on this site for you, and for whatever reason, he trusted you.
on sunday morning, lando woke up early, the sun seeming warmer and sky bluer. he tried his best to ignore the twitch he felt in his dick every time he thought about seeing you tonight. he started wondering what ânightâ meant for you, as it was the only hint he had as to when you would go live. What if your timezones were different or a million other things that could lead to him not seeing you.
the idea of your legs spreading, waiting for someone to maybe watch, for him to watch. or maybe you never really wanted anyone to find you on there, so you would never stream again. he tried to relax, really he did. in cuddly clothes with a movie and snacks, but every now and then his hips would rutt up against nothing, craving that release. the one only you could give him.
as the glow of the monaco sun started to set, he was eager with excitement, each minute it became more ânightâ. it was still about 3 hours until the time you were live on wednesday, but he started his preparations anyway. he showered, scrubbing himself with different soaps and body wash in case somehow, you could smell him. obviously, that was impossible, but the idea of getting himself ready for you made his breath catch in a way he kept chasing. the clothes he picked out were comfortable but intentional. a shirt that hugged his arms well, and red plaid pj pants to match that little skirt you wore for him last time.
not that you would ever know or see any of it, but that didnt matter as much to lando anymore. something about you, despite knowing nothing, spoke to his core so deeply. deeper than the warmth you sent to is cock, no this was somewhere closer to his heart.
he sat his laptop down on his lap as he sank himself into the couch. the embarrassment of the screen already being on your page was quickly fading as he saw LIVE below your username. he clicked in faster than he could think, finger jumping with reaction time his coach would dream of. when your cam came up fullscreen, he clicked off as fast as he could while his thoughts caught back up to him.
maybe you had just went live, maybe it would be weird if he was already joining. maybe him being there early would get boring and you wouldnt be as excited by the thought of being watched. questions and doubts bounced around his head, while he watched you through the thumbnail of your live. it was blurry and the framerate was bad, but you looked divine. the camera was closer to you now, mainly just showing the bed now, and all of you. you sat with your back against the pillows lining your head board. knees still shut together tight like you were shy. he could see more of your hair that fell down your shoulders into frame. still, your face was comfortably out of the shot, which he didnt seem to mind.
that was about all he could take before he was clicking back in to watch you full screen. your bed spread was pink with white polka dots, made up with decorative pillows. had you made it for the stream, or was it just a habit of yours to make it each morning, he wondered. you wore a flowy red lingerie top that laid gently against you, the only non-sheer part being the bralette that covered your breasts. your shins blocked whatever hid near the sweet spot he wanted to see so badly. knees pulled to your chest, not letting him see you yet.
his eyes glanced down to your title, only after willing them off your body.
I MISSED YOU
it read. his stomach churned and cheeks flushed. it wasnt possible it was in reference to him, he knew that, right? he figured it was just in reference to the streaming yourself in general, smiling lightly at you enjoying this exposure so much. he knew you hadnât thought about that one viewer and that one chat message since wednesday, unless of course, you had. lando decided it wasnt bad to let his imagination toy with the idea.
your soft hand raised subtly again, slow and barely thereâ like last time. a wave. light and missable, but never for him. his heart raced in his chest as he felt the heavy beating in his crotch as well. he opened your chat box, doubt washing off his back the longer he looked at you, his girl. he wanted you to think about him as much as he has been thinking about you. dick starting to strain against the waistband of his pajamas, he typed
STILL ME, BUNNY
this time he had a name, and a picture. no longer just a string of letters and numbers hiding him completely. you had your phone sat on the bed to the left of you, reaching for it you started typing something. pink text popped up in the chat box that said
MISSED ME ALREADY? <3
and there it was, you speaking directly to him, only him. you two experiencing whatever this was, together. this was the first form of conversation he had with you besides your sweet waves when greeting him.
YOU HAVE NO IDEA BEAUTIFUL
your thighs clenched around nothing again when his message came through. you stretched your legs out finally and he could see you were still wearing panties. pink ones this time, however the writing was now in a thick black font, bunny spelled out and hard to miss. you pulled your knees to your chest, legs spread as wide as you could hold them. panties hardly covering your cunt, landoâs hand slipped into his pants and head dropped back to just soak you all in.
you reached over to your night stand, before he saw the light pink vibrator coming back into the picture. you turned it on, the lowest setting, and rested it on your clit. thatâs when he heard it. a soft sigh, like pure honey. eyes moving back up to your figure where now he saw the little clip-on mic attached to the strap of your lingerie. if he hadn't been so in awe, he might have cum right then, to the sound of your sweet little voice. his mind was going a little blank but he felt some level of pride swelling up in his chest. thats my girl, he said, outloud. he realized since the praise seemed to go right to your hips last time, he should say things in a way you could âhearâ them.
you picked up your phone again to see his message
THAT'S IT, BABY
it was simple, and pointed. your hips shifted, pushing you further into your viberator. a real moan passed your lips. still desperate and quiet but definitely not one you had any control over. lando then realized how easily he was jacking himself off. his tip leaking enough pre-cum to act as a lubricant. the wet sounds coming from his own fist, and watching you stay in that position like he was the one fucking you, nearly had him finishing before you.
you were moaning more consistently now, landoâs jaw slack as he barely traced his dick print to not let himself cum. everytime you hit that sweet spot, angling your clit just right against the vibrator, you would pull it away, whining. his sweet girl. talking to you in his head like you could hear every word. i know baby, i know its just too much for your sensitive pussy isnt it, he thought. unable to keep his hands out of his pants he wondered about pushing his luck. he knew better than anyone, the only way to win, is by knowing where the limit is, and still choosing to brush against it.
typing with one hand, and still pumping his cock with the other, he hit the enter key as butterflies hit his chest before you saw the message.
KEEP IT RIGHT ON THAT SPOT DOLL, CAN YOU DO THAT FOR ME, PRETTY GIRL?
he watched your hand linger near your phone. then he saw, by the way your hair bounced, how enthusiastically you were nodding yes. your grip tightened around the wand as you held it firm against yourself, only letting up by rolling your hips, moving your panty covered clit against it. the limit had moved, he hadnt expected you to listen so well. his dick pulsed in his hand as the string of moans ripped through you. they werent soft or gentle anymore, no now they high pitched and greedy. your cunt controlling you more than your brain now, you lifted one of your bent legs up holding it even more wide open. he didnt know if it was for you to get more friction, or if you wanted him to really picture himself between your legs using your pussy how he pleased.
you stayed like that for him, like somehow, you knew he was close. fisting himself, he was too hot, too wet, too tense, everything was building up too quickly. you were mewing and moaning like a slut and it was for him. his head dropped back, eyes still desperately trying to stay open to watch you as his coil snapped and he soaked himself again. thinking about you beneath him, fucking wrecked before he is even all the way in. your moans leaking through his computer speaker like a prayer as stars flooded his vision. pleasure flowed over him as he thought about how desperately you might beg him to cum inside you.
coming back down to reality, his eyes were back on you. computer brought closer to his chest to watch you intently. no longer distracted by any selfish pleasure or desire, but just watching you make yourself feel good. watching you show yourself to him. you looked back over to your phone, a huff escaping through the flood of moans. no message from him? is that what upset you?
YOU WANNA COME FOR ME, BUNNY?
looking back over to see that had your other leg stretching out toes curling, body clenching, completely desperate. you nodded your head, whole body bobbing, as a moanâ sobâ left you.
USE YOUR BIG GIRL WORDS. he typed. a different kind of warmth in his belly than usual as he brushed the edge of the limit once again.
âyes sir, please, wanâ come for youâ you spoke in a hush that was laced with both heaven and hell. landoâs ears burned hot. there it was. his girl. your body started to clench in all the right spots as you stared at your phone needing him more than ever.
MAKE ME PROUD THEN
was the message that came through before your vision went white and moans left you loud enough lando thought his neighbor might hear. you were shaking, body relaxing completely before tensing and giving you another rush of pleasure. knuckles white, clenching the wand of your vibrator, never once moving it after he told you. a good listener too, weren't you. the strangled noises were the first things that came back to you. âhnngâ and âmmphâ sounds that meant nothing and actually shot more to landoâs heart than his dick.
you clicked off your vibrator as your legs collapsed back down to your bed. looking as exhausted as last timeâ body tired and heavy in a way that made lan want to soothe you. made him wish you had fallen apart right here, in his arms, in his house, so he would be here to put you back together.
DID SO WELL FOR ME DOLL
he heard a giggle pick up from your mic between your deep breaths. a pulse to his heart he ignored. or tried to.
âwas it good for you too?â you whispered into the mic your knees curling back to your chest, nervous again. he thought you were too good to be true. how you were so delicate and yet so quick to bend your legs like his own personal pornstar. still taking care to keep your face out of frame, you adjusted to reach for something off the floor. pulling an orange hoodie over your head sent his head back into a tizzy. spinning, and fucking whipped at the sight of you, his girl in his color.
BETTER THAN GOOD. ADDICTING. SAME TIME WEDNESDAY?
came through your screen and you hummed softly. a promise of more, a third encounter.
âyes, same time sunday, fourâ your voice said his number better than he had ever heard it in his life. it sounded better coming out of your mouth than any broadcaster announcing him a grand prix winner. âand maybe ill have a little surprise for youâ you finished, leaving his skin buzzing, chest thumping with anticipation despite it being days away.
standing up off your bed, you moved towards whatever device was hosting your stream. same way you ended it last time.
ONE LAST THING BUNNY.
you saw as you moved closer, breasts in your pretty lingerie taking up the whole frame. he was able to see details of your skin that he knew would keep him up much later than it should.
âyes sir?â you asked with an innocence in your voice that didnt match his view of you just minuets ago.
MAYBE TURN ON YOUR TIPS NEXT TIME?
you scoffed back to the screen, skin turning a light shade of pink near your collar bones, flushed. âhmm maybe, just for you bubâ your voice held the remnant of a smirk he could only dream of. then his screen flashed white and he was met with
CAMBUNNY HAS ENDED HER LIVE!
back in his bathroom, cleaning himself up, his head raced thinking about you. about everything that happened. about your voice. he was sure that was going to keep him up the latest. really it was the smaller things, like how your giggle made him flush, or the freckles along your collar bones, or how you listened to him, that worried him most. the joy that fluttered deep in his chest at the memory of you in his color saying his number, was probably a sign he was in this deeper than he should be. but with you, he just didnt care.
synop: lando discovers a special cam girl⊠part 1.
warnings: smut with plot, m and f masturbating, use of bunny and slut, exhibitionism, use of toy
đč: 1.8k words
really, it started very innocently. lando had been lonely with all the race weekends and certainly pent up with stress. his friends told him about some website that might help him ârelaxâ. it was a wednesday night on an off week, cool enough outside for lando to have an excuse to stay in and order take out. the half eaten chinese food and some romcom playing in the background, set his scene. his mind wandered, wishing he had someone to share it with. someone to lay on him and watch movies with. someone who might straddle him right here after dinner and give him what he wanted.
his pj pants were getting tighter, and his frustration grew from his warming crotch. he didnt really care to watch porn. of course, he has and does, when the moment calls or on a particularly hot night. but it was never intimate enough for him anymore. he wasn't invested in the acting, he wanted, needed, something real.
it was this moment of desperation that led lando to typing in the website his friends had mentioned. he wasnt sure what he was expecting exactly, but it wasnt this. his eyes focused and made sense of everything he was seeing. the different squares each showing a different womanâs live stream, each of them doing something different, but they were all some level of erotic. he snapped his laptop shut and stood from the couch quickly. his heart raced like he had just seen something he was never supposed to.
eyes remembering the different women, exposed tits, arched backs, some with face, some just out of frame. he would never admit it, but he was excited. not really at the memory of how the girls looked or anything, more so at the scandal of it all. someone livestreaming that level of sexuality, and him seeing it. a welcomed peak into a womanâs bedroom, and how she might pleasure herself.
exhaling deeply, he sat back down and moved his laptop back to his lap, opening it. he scanned the images that flashed before him, taking in each girl before scrolling down for more squares to load in. he clicked over to the search tab, a white box popped up, covering the girls on the screen. he felt relieved, like he wasnât spying anymore. he knew that isnt really what he was doing, and the thought of it made him more dizzy than he wanted to admit. the search tab blinked at him, the prompt sayingâŠ
WHAT ARE YOU LOOKING FOR ?..
he blinked back at his screen, what was he looking for? he racked his brain for some idea of what he wanted to see. mini skirt, step-sister rp, findom, lingerie, glasses, honestly nothing really spoke to him. the cursor kept flashing, waiting for him to start typing. his fingers moved without his brain. slowly, he realized what he was typing, sweet girl.
honestly, he couldn't tell you what that meant or even what he wanted to see. but as he clicked the enter key, one result popped up. of all the people on here⊠just one that fit his search. his pupils dilated as he forced his eyes to drag away from your figure to read your title. âjust a sweet girl needy after a bad day :(â
you had no hashtags, no viewers, no real set up. just your knees straddling a pillow with a light pink vibrator laid on top of it, held to your clit. your bed spread was floral, soft pastel colors mixing with the fairy lights that made you glow. the frame of the camera showed a lot of your room and all of you, except anything above your collar bones. you were completely clothed, plaid mini skirt and a tight white tanktop, even matching white knee high socks. from what he could tell, you even had panties on while trying to get yourself off.
what was a girl like you doing here⊠and if this was your thing, why go through the steps of not making your account easily findable? he dragged his mouse over the smaller square that held your picture. his heart beat so loudly in his chest, he could feel the vibrations of it hitting his dick. torn, he wanted to see more of you, wanted to join your stream, and watch as you pleased yourself. the other part of him felt like it was too wrong, a layer of sweat covering his palm, while his finger hovered over you. that's when it dawned on him, maybe, since you were here, deep down, you wanted to be watched.
he clicked into your live and was met with complete silence. you clearly didn't have a mic, or didn't want to turn it on. the chat box on the right side of his screen was tempting, but instead he moved his laptop to a stable position in front of him while he leaned back on the couch, watching. the way your hips dragged your cunt across your vibrator, hips lifting like even that was too much for you. your tummy flinched and relaxed as pleasure built up within you. your hands gripped desperate fists of the pillow in front of you.
his hand found his way inside his pajamas as he palmed his cock to you. watching the way your breath hitched when your clit knocked against the fast moving vibrator. how you couldn't commit your full weight to riding the toy because it was too much. his hand moved at the same pace as your hips as he imagined it was his cock driving you this crazy. he could tell by the way your chest moved that you had finally looked up at the screen.
the 0 viewers button now had a 1. he watched the way your hips sped up and wondered if it was really just the idea of someone watching you right now, that got you so worked up. your soft hand moved to where your mini skirt laid over, shielding your most intimate area from the camera. your fingers pulled the fabric up to show yourself completely. the red silk panties matched the skirt, and had white cursive over the front that said bunny.
lando was pumping his cock to match your faster pace now. cock red and hot, bucking into his own hand. he could see the wet mark on your panties and how well your clit was grinding into the vibrator now. putting on such a good show, just for him. he saw the muscles of your tummy clench and relax quickly as your hips stuttered. he could tell from your neck that your head was tipping back and you were allowing your high to control you.
his hand kept your pace as he thought about you above him, riding him until you came undone like a slut. how your cunt would wrap around his cock. how you would take the whole thing even if it stretched you too much. how he wouldn't even take your skirt or bunny panties off, but just pull them to the side to use your soaking slit.
you shook with pleasure as the tight bound coil in your belly erupted and sent an orgasm spilling all over you. the way your chest heaved seemed like you couldn't even hold your own moans in, despite being alone while pleasing yourself. lando felt his own body relax with euphoria as he reached the peak of the mountain and fell off. warm, sticky spurts shooting into his own boxers. his eyes never left you as he grunted into his hand and pictured himself filling your tight cunt, before fucking his seed deeper into you.
your breath was heavy as your arms hung tired, reaching to turn off the vibrator. his hand in his own underwear gave himself a few more good pumps before he removed it and wiped it clean. you had a new air to you, more gentle, soft, like you were ready to curl up and rest for a while, like you hadn't just slut-ed yourself out with him watching.
he watched you, mesmerized, as his own muscles relaxed. sitting up straighter, he watched as your raised your hand and gave the camera a barely noticeable wave. something about it sent electricity through lando. you were real, and he was the only one watching, the only one you could be waving to. he felt a bit stupid that his heart was fluttering for a girl he knew nothing about, but he wasn't gonna let this moment pass without taking a chance. he leaned towards the keyboard of his laptop and typed into your chat box
beautiful girl, i hope you're feeling better now, bunny
he watched as your breath caught and your hips grinded a slow circle down onto your pillow. reading his message made your skin flush soft pink, before you were moving off your bed quickly. careful not to show your face, you walked over to the computer that hosted your live stream and ended it without any notice. he couldn't see your face, so he wasn't sure, but you looked nervous. like his praise might have got you excited, as if you weren't on here showing yourself to anyone who might stumble onto your account.
the screen flicked white and you were gone, text appeared, âCamBunny has ended her liveâ. scrolling down he saw your account. your profile picture was of you in a pink bra holding a bunny stuffed animal. his mind ignored the embarrassment he felt by already being able to recognize your chest. your bio stated simply âlive every wednesday and sunday nightâ. there was nothing else on your account. no name, no saved videos or pictures, no followers, no following. you were gone just as quickly as he had found you.
lando knew he was gonna have a tough time waiting until sunday to see you again. as he cleaned himself up in the bathroom, he let his mind wander to how your waist curved into your hips. how your collar bone showed as one of your tank top straps slid down. how the light freckles on your forearms made his heart race much faster than he wanted. one thing was very clear to him already, he wanted you in a lot more ways than he should.
- takes you with him everywhere, he really cant stand being away from you for long. doesnât care about money, or what the team say, he needs you there.
- gets personally offended when you do something he likes to do for you. . .
lando walks into the kitchen to see you standing on a chair you dragged from the dining room. still in your pjs, needing to reach a few ingredients for the pancakes youre craving.
âheyâ he says whining, not bothering to hide his pout. âwhy didnt you come get me to helpâ he finishes, as he wraps his hands around your waist and lifts you back down off the chair.
âyou were sleeping bub, i was gonna make us pancakesâ you tell him with a smile that threatens to dissolve his pout.
âdon care, let me help next timeâ he mumbles, sleepily laying a hand on your neck and kissing the other side
- buys you a lot of rings. he asks to put them on for you every time. something about sliding a ring on your finger gives him a buzzing sensation deep in his chest.
- you were play fighting, really he was trying to tickle you and you were fighting for your life. he was grabbing and holding you down, when your head jerked and bumped into his. he softened so quickly, dropping the whole game.
âoh baby im so sorryâ he whispered with big wet eyes as his gentle hands came up to cradle your face.
âare you okayâ he asked kissing the red mark forming. âdoes it hurt? im so sorryâ he moved his hands to soothe your sides and pull you into him.
keeping you close and holding your head, light kisses left like they might take all the pain away.
you giggled at his change in demeanor âyes im okay babyâ you promised him, smiling âit was my faul-â he kissed you before you could finish taking the blame.
the kiss was sweet, the kind that made you feel like you were floating and he was the only one stopping you from flying away.
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