summary: after an exhausting day, max arrives home late and slips into bed beside you. his touches stir something deeper within you, leading to a slow encounter under the covers.
WARNINGS: 18+ content, half-asleep sex. that's basically it.
w.c. 1.5k
a/n: last post for the week! this post feels rly weak, so sorry about that. having a hard time writing currently! next week will be the last week, so see you all then! let me know your thoughts via reblog, comment or ask, i love hearing from you guys.
the bedroom was quiet, the only light coming from the moon peeking through the half-closed curtains. the house was still, save for the occasional sound of the wind against the windows. you were halfway between sleep and wakefulness, floating in a pleasant haze when you felt the bed dip slightly beside you.
max had finally come home.
even in your drowsy state, you could sense the weight of his day clinging to him. the exhaustion radiated from every breath he took, each slow and deep as he slipped under the covers. he tried to be careful, not wanting to disturb you, but the moment his arm slipped around your waist, instinctively pulling you into him, your body stirred at his touch. his familiar warmth wrapped around you, and you sighed contentedly, nestling into him without opening your eyes.
max’s lips brushed your shoulder in a light, almost unconscious kiss. he was barely awake himself, just a tangle of weariness and longing, craving the comfort of being close to you. his fingers traced along your waist, drawing lazy, soothing circles on your skin. the movement was calming, lulling you both into a state of relaxed intimacy.
you turned in his arms, feeling the quiet pull of drowsiness still heavy in your limbs, and opened your eyes just enough to see the soft silhouette of his face. his eyes were half-lidded, the lines of fatigue etched clearly in his features. despite that, he gave you a small, sleepy smile, his hand coming up to cup your cheek.
“hi, schajte,” he whispered, voice gravelly from the day and from sleep. it was a murmur, barely audible above the rustle of sheets, but it felt like everything in the quiet of the night.
“hi maxie,” you whispered back, your voice a soft hum as your eyes fluttered closed again, lost in the warmth of his touch.
he leaned in, his lips brushing over yours in a gentle, lingering kiss. there was no urgency, no rush—just the simple need to feel you, to be close to you after a day that had kept him away. the kiss deepened gradually, max’s tongue brushing lightly against your bottom lip, tasting the softness there. you sighed into it, your body responding instinctively, shifting closer until your chests were pressed together, your legs tangling beneath the covers.
max’s hand slipped down from your cheek, his fingers trailing along the curve of your neck, tracing the line of your collarbone before resting at your waist. he held you like this for a moment, as if grounding himself in the feel of you, the familiarity of your body against his. it was as if touching you was the only thing he needed to unwind completely, to let go of the stress that still clung to him.
“missed you,” he mumbled softly, lips brushing your ear as he spoke. his words were heavy with sleep, almost slurred, but you felt their weight, their sincerity.
“i missed you too,” you whispered back, feeling the words drift into the darkness between you both. your hand slid over his chest, feeling the steady beat of his heart beneath your palm.
max’s lips continued their gentle exploration, trailing featherlight kisses down the side of your neck, his breath warm against your skin. the touches were slow, almost absentminded, but they stirred something deeper within you, a quiet desire that simmered just beneath the surface. you shifted slightly, the movement instinctual, a silent invitation for more.
you felt the low hum of his voice against your skin as he sighed softly, his breath hot against your collarbone. max’s hand slid down your side, his fingers brushing over the curve of your hip before slipping beneath the hem of your shirt. his touch was warm and soothing, a gentle reminder of how much he craved this closeness after a long day.
he leaned down, his lips tracing a path along your shoulder, then lower, pressing lazy kisses to the bare skin he found beneath the fabric of your shirt. your breathing grew heavier, the quiet tension between you both thickening in the dimly lit room. you could feel his exhaustion mixing with his desire, creating a heady combination of soft need and overwhelming intimacy.
“max,” you whimpered, a hint of breathlessness in your voice, not needing to say anything more. he knew what you meant, what you were asking for without asking.
he shifted slightly, his hand sliding down to your thigh, lifting it to rest over his hip. the simple movement brought you closer, your bodies aligning naturally under the covers. max’s breathing was uneven, a soft exhale escaping him as he nestled his hips against yours, his arousal evident even in his drowsy state. it was a quiet, subtle acknowledgment of what you both wanted—needed—after the long day.
max’s lips found yours again, and this time the kiss was deeper, a little hungrier, but still slow and tender. you melted into him, sighing softly as your fingers threaded through his hair, holding him close. his hand slipped between your bodies, his fingers brushing over your core, and you let out a quiet gasp at the touch, the warmth of his skin against yours sending a shiver of anticipation through you.
he took his time, his fingers moving with a patient, deliberate rhythm, coaxing soft whimpers from your lips. you could feel the weight of sleep still heavy on your limbs, but it only made everything feel more intimate, more raw. there was no rush, no urgency—just the quiet connection between you both, built from the exhaustion of the day and the need to be close to each other.
max shifted slightly, his fingers guiding himself to you, and you held your breath, feeling the anticipation build. he pressed his forehead against yours, his breath mingling with yours as he slowly pushed into you, a quiet, shared exhale escaping both of you as he filled you completely. the sensation was almost overwhelming in its simplicity, the slow, steady rhythm he set making every nerve in your body come alive.
you sighed softly, your fingers tightening slightly in his hair as you arched into him, the movement instinctive, seeking more of that delicious closeness. max’s hand settled on your hip, holding you firmly as he moved with a gentle, deliberate rhythm, each thrust slow and deep. there was no rush, no urgency—just the steady, comforting connection between you both, the quiet intimacy that came from knowing each other so deeply.
the room was filled with the soft sounds of your breathing, the quiet rustle of sheets as max continued his slow, deliberate movements. you could feel the tension building within you, a slow, simmering heat that spread through your body with each gentle thrust. max’s forehead rested against yours, his eyes closed, his breaths coming out in soft, uneven huffs as he held you close, his body completely in tune with yours.
you were both half-lost in the haze of sleep, but the sensations were all-consuming, every touch and movement heightened by the drowsy intimacy between you. max’s hand slid up to cup your cheek, his thumb brushing over your bottom lip in a tender caress, and you turned your head slightly to kiss his palm, your breathing growing heavier as the pressure continued to build.
“feels so good,” he mumbled, his voice rough and barely audible, as if he was speaking more to himself than to you. the words sent a shiver down your spine, and you arched into him, needing more of that slow, steady connection.
the heat continued to build, slow and steady, until you could feel the tension starting to unravel, the pleasure washing over you in gentle waves. max groaned softly, his grip on your hip tightening as he felt you tighten around him, his movements becoming a little less controlled as he chased his own release.
with one final, deep thrust, you both fell apart together, the quiet intimacy of the moment making everything feel more intense, more real. max held you close, his breathing heavy and uneven as he buried his face in the crook of your neck, his body trembling slightly with the aftershocks.
for a long moment, neither of you moved, your bodies still tangled beneath the covers, your breathing slowly evening out as the exhaustion of the day finally caught up with you both. max pressed a lazy kiss to your shoulder, his arm wrapping around your waist to pull you closer, his touch grounding you in the lingering warmth of the moment.
“love you,” he murmured, his voice barely more than a breath. “so much.” you smiled sleepily, pressing a soft kiss to his temple. “love you too,” fell from your lips as you felt max squeeze you tighter.
and with that, the quiet rhythm of your breathing lulled you both back into a peaceful, shared sleep, wrapped in the warmth of each other’s embrace.
Soo I'd like to request Lando ...taming his little bratty girlfriend after date night.....with lots of unholy activities. Be creative and spontaneous...iykyk
You were thrown mercilessly onto the bed, Lando climbing over you and ripping open your dress to mouth at your tits.
“You've been fucking with me all night. Now it's my turn to fuck you until you scream”
Warnings: Dom Lando, sub reader, very bdsm guys, dirty talking, masturbation, restraints, use of multiple toys, PinV sex, PinA sex (technically), anal, oral, creampie, spit, choking, slapping, spanking, subspace, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, squirting, crying, honestly it would be shorter to say what's NOT in this fic
Okay, maybe you'd been a bit of a brat during date night. But who could blame you? You had the sexiest boyfriend ever, and he'd decided to wear your favorite suit.
Yeah, that one. The one he knew drove you absolutely wild for him.
So you decided to wear his favourite dress in retaliation. The one that went a bit too low and showed off a bit too much. It was his favourite colour too, and seeing it on you made him feral.
That was strike one.
Strike two was slapping his ass when he got up to go to the bathroom at dinner, in front of Charles and Alex, who you were on a double date with.
He glared at you before turning on his heel and storming off, but he still heard you giggling with the others behind his back.
Strike three was sliding your hand into his lap and slowly inching towards his rapidly growing bulge.
At first he let you indulge, wondering how far you would go, and your hand squeezed him through his slacks, getting him hard as a rock.
He was nothing if not an exhibitionist, but doing this in front of his friends was a bit much.
It's when your hand actually slid into his underwear suddenly that his knee jerked and hit the table, causing a slight distraction while he ripped your hand away and took a deep breath to calm himself down.
Strike four was pressing yourself all over Charles while hugging him goodbye. Charles was clueless, and Alex was quite amused by your antics that were obviously meant to rile up your boyfriend.
Strike five was when you pressed him against his car in the parking lot and slid your thigh between his, capturing his lips in a heated kiss.
Normally this wouldn't have been a problem, he rather liked being manhandled, but for the fact that there were paparazzi outside the restaurant and they got few shots of you two almost fucking on his car. And he knew you'd done it on purpose.
Strike six was when you tried your shit again in the car, trying to get him hard while he was driving, but he quickly shut that down and growled at you to wait until you got home.
Which led to strike seven. You decided to be even more of a little shit and start touching yourself in the car.
At first he didn't realise what you were doing, thinking that you putting your feet up on the dash was just to stretch your legs and get comfortable.
But when you spread them and he saw your hand trail down your leg, he gripped the wheel tight and took another steadying deep breath.
But it was impossible to ignore the wet sounds of your fingers inside your needy cunt as you thrusted them fast and hard to get his attention.
“I know what you're doing” he said casually, looking at the buildings pass by.
You hummed, slowing down your movements. “What's that?”
“You're trying to get me to pull over and fuck you, but it's not going to work. So why don't you pump those fingers some more and let me hear how desperate and wet you are for me”
You did as you were told and even added a third finger, stretching yourself out and moaning unabashedly next to him.
“Look at the state of you. Such a greedy fucking slut you couldn't even wait until we got home. Well you know what's waiting for you when we get there, right?”
You gasped. He knew exactly what his words were doing to you and you knew exactly what he was talking about.
Might as well enjoy yourself in the car while you still could.
Your other hand went down to your clit and rubbed it in tight little circles, just how you like it.
Your soft sounds of pleasure were driving Lando mad, but he managed to hold on to the steering wheel and not do anything stupid. The wait would be worth it in the end.
He could tell you were getting close by the little puffed out moans you were making, and he smirked.
“You want to come so bad, don't you?”
Your head snapped in his direction and you looked at him with puppy eyes. He refused to look at you.
“Yes, I'm so close. Please can I come?” you panted.
He chuckled “I'm not stopping you baby, if you want to come go ahead”
You let out a soft moan of triumph.
“But, if you come I'm not touching you for a month”
Your hips stuttered and you whined. “Nooo why?”
“Because baby, you've been a bad girl tonight. And bad girls don't get to come on their own fingers”
You squirmed in the seat. “Please! I promise I'll be good.”
He laughed at you “we both know that's an empty promise. You're too much of a brat to stick to your word”
You huffed like a child as you retreated your fingers and crossed your legs.
“You're so fucking mean”
There was a pregnant pause while he turned in to the underground parking garage.
“And that's strike eight. You sure you want to keep going?”
You eyes widened. Fuck. Eight already??
“No” you mumbled.
“No what?” he snapped.
“No, sir” you whimpered at his tone.
“That's better, now get out of the car”
Everything between that and him ripping your dress of was a blur.
But the threat of the eight strikes was ever-present in your mind.
One might think eight strikes meant eight spanks. But Lando had learned early on in your relationship that spanking you was useless, you enjoyed the pain way too much for it to be a punishment.
No, eight strikes meant eight orgasms.
And up to now you had only ever managed up to six.
As the dress lay discarded on the floor, Lando noted your lack of underwear and growled.
He sat back on his heels, and admired you from above, nothing but awe in his eyes.
“So fucking beautiful. Shame you're such a needy brat.”
You whimpered and he got off you to get a couple of things from the bedside drawer.
A bottle of lube, a ribbon to tie your hands to the headboard with, and then he paused, looking at the other contents of the drawer, wondering which ones he was going to use tonight.
You and Lando had amassed quite a collection of toys in there.
He finally decided on a vibrating plug, a dildo and vibrating wand.
He was going to need to be creative if he was going to get you to eight tonight.
The first orgasm was easy, his mouth was enough to bring you to your peak in no time, you having been on edge ever since dinner, and he even let you thread your hands through his hair to ground yourself while he devoured you like a man starved.
You lay there panting as he got the ribbon and tied your hands to the headboard.
“And what do we say after an orgasm?”
“Thank you sir” you replied diligently.
“Good girl”
He wasted no time diving back in with his mouth, paying special attention to your oversensitive clit with his tongue, making you writhe in his hold when you suddenly felt him slide three fingers in.
His fingers were quite a bit larger than yours and the stretch was delicious and it didn't take you much time at all to get to your second orgasm.
You barely had time to recover from that one before he turned on the plug and slid it through your folds, carefully avoiding your clit as you squirmed.
He started pushing it in, bit by bit until it was nestled in the wet heat of your pulsing cunt.
It was just barely grazing your g-spot and you let out a frustrated huff, the stimulation not quite enough.
“If you think this is going to make me come then you're sorely mista- Ah!”
The slap echoed in the empty room. Your eyes widened as pain blossomed across your puffy lips.
A couple of seconds passed in silence and he slapped your cunt again, this time catching the plug and you jolted as it pressed against your g-spot for a split second.
“Brat”
Another slap, this time right on your clit and you yelped as your thighs tried to close of their own volition.
Lando spread your legs roughly and pressed them to your chest.
“Keep your legs open” his voice was threatening as he looked at you with fire in his eyes.
Another slap. You cried out as the pain made wetness pool out of you and Lando laughed darkly.
“Look at you practically gushing around the plug. You're enjoying this aren't you slut?”
You couldn't even respond as he slapped you again, and again, and at every slap you just got wetter and wetter until you could feel it dripping over your rim and down your crack.
Lando's thumb came to collect some of the wetness and sucked it into his mouth.
“So sweet for me”
He slapped you again and you keened, you were so close to coming again it was embarrassing. You shouldn't be getting off on this kind of pain but there you were, about to come from him slapping your most sensitive parts.
“Lando! I'm gonna come!” you cried out.
“Good, do it. You're going to have to if we want you to get to eight” he smirked evilly and you whimpered at the thought.
His thumb trailed downwards again and stopped right on your puckered hole, just slightly rubbing the wetness around it and it only took one last slap, and a slight breach from his thumb for you to come, wailing as he used the distraction to slide his thumb in completely.
He took the plug out and turned it off. But didn't put it down as his thumb thrusted in and out of you gently.
He added a small amount of lube before sliding another finger in, then two.
He pulled them out after he deemed you sufficiently stretched, you were still shaking from your previous orgasm, and he pushed the tip of the plug in. It had been a while since you'd had something so thick back there and you let out a breath as he slid another inch in.
One more inch and you were halfway there, pulsing around the silicone as your empty cunt throbbed.
The flared base took some doing but he finally pushed it in gently, the plug popping into place as you gasped at the feeling of being full, but not quite full enough and you whined at Lando.
He chuckled. “So fucking greedy, wanna turn over for me love?” he asked as he untied your wrists.
You did so, settling on your elbows as you spread your legs behind you, exposing the plug to Lando.
He gave it a quick tug just to make you keen before taking the dildo and lubing it up.
It wasn't anything special, certainly not as big as Lando, but it was enough.
He slapped it against your clit once to get your attention, and carefully pushed the tip in.
It wasn't enough and you wiggled your hips to get him to hurry up which just earned you a sharp slap on your left cheek in response.
Your giggle quickly turned into a moan as he thrusted the dildo in at an angle so it rammed into your g-spot.
Yeah this motherfucker knew what he was doing.
He grinded it into that spot repeatedly and your arms quickly gave out, making you face plant into the pillows.
He just laughed meanly as your muffled wails reached his ears and he carried on.
“So good, Lando fuck!”
His hand landed another sharp smack to you ass.
“That's not my name darling” he chided.
“Yes sir, sorry”
“Good girl”
He turned the plug back on and the vibrations made your eyes roll back into your skull and you drooled over the pillow as the pleasure overtook you. For the fourth time you came, this time feeling the burn of the pleasure starting to border on pain.
He turned the plug off and pulled it out gently, making sure not to hurt you and set it to the side for the time being.
The sight of your hole clenching around nothing made him growl and he grabbed your cheeks, spreading them and spitting right on your greedy hole.
You felt utterly boneless as the dildo was also removed, but before you could feel too empty it was shoved back into you, in your ass this time.
You reached a hand back for Lando to squeeze and he did.
“Colour?” he checked.
“Green. So fucking green” you rasped and he chuckled.
“Good, because we're only halfway done, baby”
He put a hand on your upper back and pushed you into the mattress as he got into position to push his cock into your weeping cunt.
He was quite a bit bigger than the dildo and you cried out at the stretch as he started a relentless pace with his hips, while gripping the base of the dildo to drag it in and out of you at the same pace.
Your body was useless as you lay there and took it, pleasure coming in waves and you got closer and closer in record time as Lando felt you tighten around him.
“God you're such a good girl when you can't speak.” He groaned, hips stuttering “Taking it so well, like you were made for it, fuck-”
The praise made your head swim and you felt your body shake with the pleasure of your fifth orgasm taking over you.
Lando slowed down, pulling out the dildo first, then his own cock and helped you turn around so that he could see you.
He grapped a pillow and put it under your hips to raise them up and he noticed your eyes were slightly unfocused.
“You okay babygirl?”
“yeee” you slurred and he chuckled.
He picked up the wand and turned it on, dragging it across your body, passing over your sensitive nipples, making you squirm, and all the way down to your puffy, neglected clit.
Your reaction was immediate as the vibrations sent sparks flying throughout your body, toes curling at the intense pleasure.
But it was nothing compared to the feeling of Lando's thick cock pushing back into your cunt and he angled his thrusts upwards to knock into your g-spot.
You were so out of it you didn't register the different kind of pressure building in your gut until it was too late.
The first stream took Lando by surprise and he felt himself let out a spurt of his own before hammering into you as hard as he could.
That, plus the intense vibration on your clit made you squirt all over him, leaving the two of your lower halves dripping as you cried in overstimulation and he pumped you full of him as shudders wracked his body.
“So good baby, good girl squirting all over yourself, god-”
You didn't respond, taking a bit longer to come down from this one than the others.
“Good to carry on?”
You replied with a noise that was somewhere between a wail and a groan that he knew well enough by now basically meant ‘yep all good’.
He quickly took another smaller vibrating plug out of the drawer (yeah, you had a collection) and slipped it into you, making sure you were nice and plugged full of his cum. He switched it on and angled it upwards into your g-spot and tears streamed down your cheeks at the overwhelming mix of pleasure and pain coursing through you.
He then took the wand and circled it over your clit.
You yelled and he leaned over you to wrap a hand around your throat, which made your eyes roll back into your head and and let out a high pitched whine.
“So good for me baby, you look so fucking sexy, all full of my cum. I love you so much, you're nearly there. You can do one more for me can't you?”
Just as your orgasm was about to crash over you you cried out and your hips bucked up.
“Yes daddyyy-”
Lando’s dick twitched as he watched you fall apart under him, knowing you only called him daddy when you were deep under and numb with pleasure.
He turned the plug off, deciding to leave it in until he could get you in the shower.
He turned off the wand and put it to one side, he could clean everything once the sheets were changed and you were sound asleep.
That was only seven, but it was already a record and he didn't want to push you and accidentally hurt you.
He lay down next to you and his fingers traced patterns over your skin, mouth planting sweet kisses all over your face as you came back to him, the fog slowly clearing from your mind.
Once you were present enough, he kissed you deeply and held you close.
“You did so good for me darling, so fucking good. I'm so proud of you”
You all but purred as you cuddled into his embrace, starting to feel all the sticky lube and juices that you were both covered in.
You giggled. “We need to shower but I don't think my legs are working”
“In that case” Lande kissed you again “why don't I run us a bath?”
“Sounds good”
He got to work, starting off the bath, then put all the toys in the bathroom sink and started cleaning them while the tub slowly filled up.
Once it was full, he carried you to the bath, sitting you up so that he could slide in behind you and lean you back onto his chest.
His hands wandered over you as you soaked in the hot water, and once your mind was cleared completely, you turned your head to kiss him properly and run your hands through his hair, tugging lightly on the strands causing him to moan into the kiss.
You could feel him get hard behind you and you giggled.
“How many did I do?”
“Seven, baby. New record” he smiled at you and leaned back in for a kiss but you stopped him.
“I though we were doing eight?”
“Yeah, but the seventh took everything out of you and I didn't want to push you any harder”
Affection bloomed in your chest as his hands carried on roaming your skin.
“I love you. But I really was a brat earlier, I think I can go one more”
You glanced at the toys on the side of the sink and Lando followed your gaze.
“What are you fancying, love?”
You reached over and grabbed the wand, that happened to be waterproof, then settled on Lando's lap with your back to his chest.
“I want you inside me for a start” you removed the plug that was still inside you and sank down onto him quickly, making you both groan into each other’s mouths as you twisted around again to kiss lazily.
You turned the wand on and put it under the water, right on your clit.
It was like heaven, the hot water around you soothing, yet making the sensations so much more intense and you moved in sync with Lando, rolling your hips as he thrusted gently in and out of you.
He was so on edge he came before you, filling you up again and the feeling of him throbbing inside you pushed you over the edge and you squealed as your body slumped back against him.
You couldn't move so he took the wand and turned it off, throwing it back in the sink before wrapping his arms around you and kissing up and down your neck and shoulders.
“There you go” you said sleepily “eight strikes” you turned around in his arms, and you both dissolved into giggles and kissed sloppily, content in each other’s arms.
Next time, you would definitely manage to get nine strikes
Whew! That was a wild ride guys, hope you liked it ^^
I, a hearing person who likes subtitles just as a preference, shouldn't have to read a subtitle that's obvious nonsense, go back a couple seconds, and listen again in order to figure out what's going on. An accessibility feature should not be the most half-assed part of a professionally made production. Scripted media has absolutely no excuse for not having subtitles or having subtitles that aren't perfectly verbatim. Professional captioning services should be ashamed of the shoddy work that they put out. Captions should be treated as a part of the production, just like filming, editing, audio balancing, etc - and anything that releases with missing or bad captions should be seen as unfinished
cw: oral/fingering (femme receiving), afab!reader, loosely translated dutch and french (it's been a while since i spoke it), doggy style, unprotected sex,
bunny says: congrats on the win last week max! it's good to make use of my ability to speak/write in dutch and french (although a lil rusty!)
max had a way with his tongue. growing up in belguim there are three official languages but the two being french and dutch. you found his linguistic talents very interesting.
a lot of the time it was quite comically, he'll know the word in english, but somewhere along the way of thinking it, it'll get translated into one of the other languages we spoke.
"that thing." he snapped his fingers. he squeezed his eye shut to think of the word, "come on."
you looked at him, not even know what he was thinking.
"chou-fleur."
"cauliflower?" you replied.
he nodded, "yes!" he smiled at you. you had picked up a rough estimate of the other languages he spoke. while your conversations were mostly in english, you tried to impress him with your own linguistic abilities.
he smiled and kiss the top of your head, "good job, schatje! i am so proud of you." then took you by the cheeks to kiss them.
but also max was good at other things with his tongue. you found out early on in your relationship that he quite enjoyed going down on you. he loved your thighs around his head as he lapped and finger-fucked your pussy.
it was the morning after the canadian grand prix. it was cloudy and cool out, the window to your hotel room was open. you laid in a mess of pillows and blankets with your lover. you were laid next to him.
last night was fun, montreal was the city to be if you wanted to party. but the morning after you felt tired all over. max's nose was in your hair and basically snoring in your ear. you rolled over and got closer to his side.
you yawned and lifted your head to gaze down at him. you reached out and cupped the side of his face with affection. he was the winner after all, it was no strong feat given how the weather was.
"good morning." you said as you leaned in and kissed him on the cheek. his soft skin against your lips made your heart leap.
his eyes open slowly, his tongue was loose when he said, "goedemorgen, mijn schat." his hand reached for you and patted the side of your face. he looked more tired than you did.
"i guess we had some fun last night."
he nodded and yawned, "we did."
you kissed the side of his face and got up out of bed. the exhaustion hung heavy on your shoulders as you got up. but you weren't up for long as max took you by the wrist and brought you back into bed.
"max!" you yelped but were soon met by cuddles from your boyfriend. his arms wrapped around you middle and his nose dipped into your neck.
"où penses-tu aller?" his asked slowly, his hands started to touched your nude body, "j'espère que tu n'essayes pas de t'enfuir, mon amour?"
you looked behind you to glance at him, "are you trying to seduce me?"
"i am simply asking where you are going, my love. i am hoping you aren't running away from me." he rested his chin on your shoulder, "we have the whole day to ourselves."
"no we don't, you have to do interviews." you recalled.
he groaned, "and i can't stay all day in bed with you."
"nursing a hangover."
"no, no." he kissed your cheek, "to be so close to you." his cock pressed against your back, "you looked amazing last night, all dolled up for me. you were beautiful, mon amour."
you reached over, with max still clinging to you, and looked at your phone, it was still early enough. you put the phone down and turned in his arms so you were facing one another. you placed both hands on his bared chest and leaned in for a kiss.
"we have two hours before you have to get ready. i can get you something for your head... or i can give you head?"
he grinned at you, those blue eyes looked into yours. he replied, "actually, i was thinking i could... go down on you inside." he winked.
"max."
"i got all the celebration i wanted last night. i want to give you something in return. for being there, always." he let go of you and with your help got between your legs with your thighs around his head.
he rested his chin on your stomach and gazed at you. you tried not to feel self conscious about the angle of your face. but he continued to gaze at you like he had hearts in his eyes.
"i probably have the worst double-chin right now."
he shook his head, "who cares, you're still the most beautiful woman in the world." he rubbed his face against your abdomen like he was trying to his scent all over you. sometimes he'd do this thing where he'd ramble in dutch or french, he knew you weren't exactly catching what he was saying.
he started to speak about something in french as he got between your legs, your thighs now on his shoulders. the softness of them were against his ears as he leaned in to your cunt.
"et puis je t'ai vu dans les tribunes, les cheveux au vent. et je savais que je devais gagner. ce serait la seule façon de te rendre fier, mon amour. je te vois et je perds toute notion du temps. rien d'autre ne compte sauf te voir." he rambled before he lined his tongue up with your slit, he gave you one last look as he said, "je vous aime." then gave your pussy as sweet kiss before he started to lap at your sex.
you felt heat in your cheeks as he held your thighs on his shoulders. his tongue continued to pleasure you as you squirmed on the bed. he was keeping you pinned to him.
"ah, ah, ah." he said, "stay still." then continued his movements against your cunt. you could feel the burn in your cheek the more pleasure raced up your spine.
your breathing started to get heavier. pleasure coursed through your body the more than he pleasured you orally. you could admit easily that he was rather impressive when it went to going down on you.
you knew he was still running on the high of the race, his own head was racing as your thighs clenched around his head. you gripped onto his dark hair and moaned loudly.
"tu aimes ça, mon amour ? est-ce que tu aimes la façon dont je te fais plaisir?" his own cheeks were stained pink as your wetness clung to his chin.
"oh my god." you groaned, "why does it sound so fucking hot."
he kissed your inner thigh and looked up at you, "because you know how good i am with my tongue." then dragged his tongue across your inner thigh that made your toes curl.
he kept one hand on your left thigh and the other hand between your legs. he began his motions once more but this time adding his fingers. he sank them easily into your hole as he played with your clit against his tongue. occasionally his front teeth grazed against it and you moaned louder.
the rush of pleasure continued to course through your body, the more he played with you. he occasionally looked up at you to get a good look at the expressions you were making.
he gripped your thigh with love as he felt your cunt clench around his fingers inside of you.
"please, max!" you whimpered as you pressed your thighs closely around his head. you panted and moaned, the pleasure was overwhelming.
and he kept pleasuring you, he kept at it. with an endurance and focus that let him with the race the day prior. his cock throbbed between his legs, pressed against the bed as he focused on your pleasure.
"max, fuck."
"blijf stil, mijn liefste." he said softly, switching up the languages to see how you'd react.
it didn't take long before pleasure washed over you. your body clenched as the rust hit your brain and pooled in your stomach. with tugged on your hair and kicked out your legs before you felt the hit of it all.
you laid there on the bed and he pulled his head from between your legs and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. those blue eyes gazed at you with such affection.
he got out from between your legs, "not it's time for my turn, mijn liefje." he rested on his heels and looked down at you, his cock stood at full attention.
you looked at him, with lust in your gaze. you let your lover turn you onto your hands and knees. your face was buried in the pillow with your ass in the air.
"my love." he said with a heat in his voice. your cunt was on full display to him. the rush of blood to his cheeks was noticeable as he got behind you. he stroked his cock a few times to the sight of your slick pussy.
"please, max." your blood was rushing which was only making your hangover more prominent.
"i have you, my love." he said as he slowly sank his cock into your pussy. he soon took hold of your hips and nudged his cock up against the back of your cunt. right up against your cervix.
"shit." you groan.
the angle of his cock inside of you felt amazing. you clawed at the covers and arched your back. you panted into the pillows.
"you like that, don't you? you love that, my love?" he groaned, his tongue was loose in his mouth, "Ik denk de hele tijd aan je op de baan. Ik had een droom toen je rok omhoog vloog toen ik voorbijreed." he chuckled.
you whined, "c'mon max."
he took you by the hair and yanked your head a little back as he closed the gap between you two, "i said. i had a dream that i drove by during the race and your skirt flew up. and they all got a good look at those sweet panties you wore." he chuckled a little more as he kissed your face. he could feel the heat in your cheeks.
his thrusts were fast and aggressive, the pleasure bloomed in his chest as he moved. he watched you grip at the covers with your back arched.
"shit."
"fuck."
"i know, my love." he said between pants.
your brain felt like mush from back to back pleasure. you panted wildly into the pillows. your back arched further as max pressed further into you. he bent you into angles that were uncomfortable butt he pleasure that raced through you cancelled out the feeling.
"please, max."
"ik heb je." he said with a reassuring voice the more he fucked you. your ass jiggled from the force of his thrusts. he felt the sweat drip down his neck and down his bare back as he fucked into your.
"i love you." you murmured into the covers.
"i love you too." he said with such softness in his voice as if he wasn't balls deep inside of you. he loved you so much, he loved how you felt against him. you felt like a dream.
"please, max." you moaned as you tried to cover your mouth with your hand so you wouldn't disturb the neighbours next door.
"i want to hear you, my love." he said softly, his voice still in your ear, "i want to hear it all."
"but next door." you said.
"doesn't matter. i won the race. i can fuck my girl whoever i want." he purred as his pace became erratic, your eyes felt like they were going to roll back into your head as you moaned into the pillows. he said, "I want them all to hear you."
oh max, ever the romantic.
you whimpered into the pillows as you felt the pleasure come to a head of the second orgasm of the morning. you didn't have an awful lot of time left before he had to get ready. but by the stagger of his thrusts, you knew he was close as well.
"that's my girl." he said.
"please, max."
"mijn liefje." he said with a bit of tension in his voice as the warmth of sex clogged his head.
the angle made it feel like he was in your stomach which caused you to choke out moans.
the bed hit against the wall as he moved against you. with a few more hard thrusts, you both came at the same time. his groan was low and heavy while your moan was high pitched and had to be covered up by the pillow.
he loved when he finished inside of you, it made his heartbeat quicken. that he marked you inside and out. he slowed down and rested back on his heels as he cock slipped out of your used hole.
he pushed hair out of his face and panted heavily. you felt like heaven. you soon laid next to one another, he pulled you into his sweaty arms.
"mijn liefste, ik hou zoveel van je. jij geeft mij het gevoel dat ik een winnaar ben." he kissed the top of your head as you laid there together.
you got comfortable in his arms and smiled against him. the rush of climax was still in your head as you clung to him.
you said to him, in the bit of dutch you knew, "Ik hou ook van jou, max."
summary: Max just wants to have some sexy time but you have adorable unwanted visitors in the bedroom.
warnings: none! Suggestive topics via Max. Possibly some spelling errors..
author’s note: I’ve been busy lately and have been struggling to write, so pls take this drabble/short fic as a peace offering☺️
It was a lazy day in Monaco.
The sun beamed through the curtains of your window in your shared bedroom. The covers enveloped your and Max’s bodies, your legs tangled together, and your back flush against his. His head was shoved into the crook of your neck, one arm underneath your neck, and the other snaked tightly around your waist.
As helpful the comforter was at protecting you from the AC that had been on all night, Max was the perfect human heater you could ever ask for. You didn’t have to worry about getting too cold at night because Max helped balance your body temperature with how warm he got. Throughout the night, his arms somehow stayed wrapped around you. His nose was often nuzzled against your neck, your hair, and sometimes your chest when he’s managed to become the little spoon overnight.
Just a few minutes ago, you had woken up to the scents of Max and fresh linen filling your senses. Something that always sent a warm feeling in the pits of your stomach, much similar to butterflies. The two scents mixed together meant your love was home after weeks of traveling and finally sleeping peacefully beside you—a feeling both you and Max took great pleasure in.
You tried to stretch as best as you could in Max’s hold, though your actions only caused the man beside you to squeeze you tighter. You reached behind your head to gently run your hand through his hair. A small groan, almost similar to a whine, emitted from your boyfriend.
His body tensed against yours as he attempted to stretch the sleep out of his bones, his head only burying further into the crook of your neck.
“Don’t get up yet, schatje.” He mumbled against your skin, his voice still rough. You hummed in response, bringing the hand he had around your waist to your lips and pressing a soft kiss on the back of his hand.
“I’m not planning on getting up anytime soon, Maxie.” You turn in his arms, finally facing him. He truly looked adorable in his current state. His hair was ruffled, sticking in a couple of different directions. His lips were in a slight pout and his eyes were puffy from sleep.
His eyes remained closed but his arms were quick to wrap tightly around you. You smiled seeing him so relaxed. Often after race weekends, especially the ones you were not able to attend, Max came home very clingy. He wanted to spend every waking moment with you, holding you at all times, and being in your company. You never had a problem with it, in fact, you found it extremely endearing. It was a side he saved for you and only you. He was your giant, cuddly, teddy bear.
You pressed light kisses against his face, causing the corner of his lips to rise in a smile. He rubbed the sleep out of his eyes before looking down at you.
“Hi, schatje.” He greeted softly, crimson lips set in a sweet smile. You giggled at him, “Good morning, Maxie.”
You squealed as he suddenly forced his body on top of yours, pushing your back against the mattress. His sudden burst of energy nearly knocking the wind out of you.
“Oh my god, I missed this.” He mused, resting his body weight atop yours and shoving his face into your chest. He dug his face deeper, his nose basically between the crevices of your breasts.
“I missed you too, you goof.” You laughed, lovingly running your hands through his hair. Max reciprocated your actions by stroking your sides with his rough hands, pressing tiny kisses above your breasts and any other surface of your skin he could reach.
“Just wanna stay in bed all day.” Max said against your skin, talking between his kisses. “No paddle *kiss*, no driving on the sim *kiss*, no working out *kiss*, no work emails *kiss*, nothing!”
“We need food.” You interjected, quickly adding, “You also need to feed the cats.”
Max huffed, he’s managed to reach your stomach now. Resting his chin on the soft surface of your tummy, he looked up at you with his addicting blue eyes, shades of turquoise and grey bursting in them.
“Jimmy and Sassy can wait a few minutes longer.” He grumbled, one of his hand searching for yours. When he finds it, he places a kiss into your palm, and guides your hand to his hair. Taking the hint, you run your fingers through the strands again.
“I don’t think they’ll mind if I eat first.” Max’s voice dropped an octave, an underlying tone of arousal—in more simpler words—horniness.
He began to kiss on the exposed skin beneath your (his) lifted shirt, his thumbs stroking circles into your hips, as he drifted lower beneath the sheets. Your hand remained in his hair, pulling lightly at the strands. It was a habit of yours that he liked, but something he craved even more during intimate moments. Especially when you roughly tugged on it, encouraging him and his acts of love.
“Your cats are persistent.” You hummed, Max finally inching closer towards your lower region. You bit your finger in amusement, glancing at the two Bengals hanging out in their cat tower behind Max.
As much as you wanted to have sex with your boyfriend, you were not going to do the nasty while your shared cats stared at the both of you, waiting to be fed.
“I’m persistent too, schatje.” Max claimed, squeezing your bum with one of his hands. Still unaware at the two cats glaring daggers at him. You couldn’t help but let out a laugh.
“Not as much as Jimmy and Sassy, baby.” You shook your head, adjusting yourself to sit up. Max whined at you moving away from him. He was beginning to wonder why you were so concerned with the cats, especially while he was trying to go down on you.
“They’ll be fine, schat, I’ll even put some more food in their bowls for waiting.” He assured you, trying his best to keep the built up tension.
“Baby please I need you.” He crawled up your body until you were face to face. You placed a teasing kiss on his pouted lips before cradling his jaw, “Trust me Maxie, I need you too.”
You gently turned his face to look behind him, “But we are not fucking in front of the cats.”
You felt Max deflate against you, “Oh, for fucks sake!”
He groaned and dramatically threw himself on the mattress beside you. You bursted out laughing, very much killing the sexual tension.
You tried to pry off Max’s hands from covering his face, “Aww, it’s okay Maxie.”
You were still fighting off some giggles, not helping Max’s situation. Max refused to take his hands off his face. Only rushing to grab the decorative pillow beside him to cover his hard on.
“Baby.” You cooed. Max huffed in response.
“Maxie.” You sang, poking his side. He jolted, but smacked your hand away from his side, “No.”
“Maxie, I promise we can get some me and you time later.” You reassured him, stroking his stomach. He finally took his hands off his face, revealing a very flushed faced.
“I just wanted some morning sex.” He pouted. You chuckled at him and moved to kiss his cheek.
“Me too, baby. But we can’t always get what we want.” You teased him, patting his warm chest, and hopping out of bed. Max continued to pout, watching as you sauntered out the bedroom.
“I have the hottest girlfriend in the world and I still managed to get cockblocked under my own roof.” Max said to himself, staring at the ceiling.
He sat up, pillow still covering his boner.
Jimmy and Sassy remained in their cat tower, waiting for Max to get out of bed.
“You guys are the worse roommates ever.” Max announced, causing you to burst out laughing from the kitchen.
(or a thot™️ took hold of me and wouldn't get me go)
warnings: SMUT under the cut! 18+ only please!! it's also my first time publishing any kind of smut so we're on shaky ground here
Lando loves to take you from behind.
He bullies himself between your legs, covering himself in your slick. He moves, slow and methodical, holding his cock in his hand as he lines himself up with you, the head of it hitting your clit, one, two, three, before he slides into you.
There’s a satisfaction to the feeling of the stretch of him and you let out a sigh that melts into a soft whimper as Lando starts to thrust into you slowly. And suddenly that satisfaction makes you desperate for so much more.
“That’s it pretty girl, keep making those sounds for me yeah?”
Lando runs a hand over the curve of your hip, skating down along the crease of your thigh. You let out a soft sigh, body twitching in anticipation. And then finally, finally his fingers brush against your clit, once, twice, thrice, and you’re pressing yourself back, impossibly further into him, begging and begging for more.
He wraps his other arm around your waist to bring you closer to him, pressing his chest up against your back to whisper in your ear.
“You like it when I do that huh? Do you want more?”
And you nod and whine at his words, hands trying to grip onto anything that can anchor you. The slide of him is almost too much to bear, you’re so close.
Lando knows it too and he tells you as much with a sweet croon. “I can feel how tight you are, bet you’re gonna cum soon right sweet girl?”
He rubs your clit a little harder, his touch going from teasing to a deliberate insistence, and that’s all it takes. Your back bows, body collapsing into Lando’s hold.
And as you cum, you can’t help but to bask in the way his breath stutters, so caught off guard by the intensity of your orgasam. The way a moan, deep but oh so breathy rips it’s way out of his mouth. The tiny whimpers that escape as he works you through the aftershocks.
He sounds so pretty, so wrecked, and you just know you’d do anything to hear him again, and again, and again.
So you press back into him, melt into him and relish in the way Lando groans and presses his cheek to your shoulder, the vibrations rumbling through you pleasantly. He slows down but doesn’t stop, just kisses your skin, goosebumps following the brush of his stubble.
“You wanna cum again baby?” He murmurs as he pushes lazily into you, “I know you do, need to hear you say it though.”
You wake up the next morning with an ache in your chest and a shake that won’t leave your legs. But you feel, you feel incandescent.
Summary: Max is absolutely soft for y/n and everyone loves seeing it, but the private moments are when he really gets to show one of the more physical ways of loving her
Themes: Smut Minors DNI 18+ only
Max smiles as he looks over at y/n sleeping as they drive to the airport from Milton Keynes. She actually felt so antisocial today that she stayed camped out in the mini van that they send to pick them up. He's pretty just it's the jet lag and while everyone in the factory is very nice to her and aware of her aversion to speaking to anyone, sometimes she just wants to be left to her own devices with no interruptions.
"Mouse, we're here." Max whispers making her stir and lift her head from the pillow. "We'll be home soon."
She's a little slow getting out of the car but as always, Max is ever the saint of patience with her before he holds her hand tightly, guiding her ahead of himself as she steps up into his plane.
"Here, mouse. I want you with me while you're all cuddly." Max smiles noticing her trying to decide which spot she wants to curl up on.
"I'm not going back to sleep." Y/n murmurs earning a small smile.
"That's ok. I just want to be the centre of your attention." Max shrugs then patting his lap which makes her smile lightly before she does as instructed. "I love you, Mouse. I don't know why you'd think I want you anywhere but as close to me as possible."
Y/n smiles pressing her forehead to Max's before kissing him in quite a long kiss.
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"Your cats won't leave me alone." Y/n mumbles finding that both cats like to act as her shadow.
"They know a good person when there's one around." Max smiles as y/n sighs softly. "How about mouse...you help me work out?"
"How can I help?" Yn asks in amusement making Max grin at her.
"Just sit outside while I workout. I like your company. You can bring a book out if you, want...enjoy the sun." Max states smirking a little as he looks her up and down with a lingering gaze. "I think you could use some more vitamin D, mouse."
Y/n doesn't comment back but she can tell that Max has definitely got plans that she would've never had the courage to go through with if it wasn't for him.
"You go out, I'll get changes then be out there with you soon." Max smiles making her hum and nod before she gently kisses him and as expected he keeps her there, drawing it out before they finally stand up. "Go on then, mouse."
Y/n changes into some shorts and a borrowed button down shirt that Max rarely wears unless poked into it, or if the event really requires it. Choosing a book to read before she moves out onto the balcony where Max is already getting the equipment he needs to work out.
"Mouse...I think this...needs to be open. For the sun." Max states unbuttoning the shirt and smirking as she avoids eye contact. "You want to get vitamin D in the most effective way."
"This is the most effective way?" Y/n mumbles with a small smile.
"Yes." Max confirms before kissing her softly. "You read. I'll work out."
Y/n smiles sitting down on the sun bed, trying not to give Max the satisfaction of even glancing at him. Mainly because she hates when he knows that he's having the intended effect on her and while y/n wouldn't dare admit that certain things Max does at like a switch to turn her on.
It's not limited to seeing him workout, but that's definitely one sure way for him to turn her on and get his workout done and then do a bit more cardio.
"Mouse, how's the book?" Max asks softly as he takes a brief pause between reps.
Given that she's managed to focus enough to read 2 pages...
"It's good." Y/n smiles looking up at him and doing everything to not press her thighs together.
"Yeah? What's it about?"
Shite.
"Two people." Y/n murmurs wincing a little at her bad cover it. "Two people who are falling in love."
Max's lips quirk as he tries to not laugh at her awful lying.
"Mouse..." Max hums slowly reaching down and stroking her ankle before he gently grabs it and gives her a small pull down so she's lying flat on the sun bed. "I like seeing more of you."
Y/n lies the book on her chest as Max slowly slides the shorts down her legs completely exposing her to him and suddenly his workout regime is thrown to the wind. Favouring ravishing y/n with his touch in multiple ways over whatever else he needed to do to finish working out.
"Max." Y/n whimpers while Max pushes her knees up wanting full and unlimited access before pausing to remove the book, he already knows she's not far enough into it for her to lose her page so it's discarded with no real thought.
Y/n is definitely being quiet knowing that while they might be high up enough for her voice to not attract attention from passersby, his neighbours could very well be out on their own balconies.
"That must be a very interesting book you were reading, mouse. Maybe I should read it if it gets you so turned on." Max smirks making her drop her head back trying to not completely fall apart at the sight of just Max looking up at her with that expression on his face.
The expression that just lets her know she agreed to this the moment she changed and stepped outside to join him and she did, no going back and certainly no regrets about it.
"Max, what about the neighbours?" Y/n chokes out but Max couldn't care less about the neighbours. He's got one thing on his mind now.
As soon as his tongue dies in with his nose nudging against her clit with a type of pressure that sends her eyes rolling into the back of her head.
Max is an expert of many things and her body is one of them. There's no trying to escape how easy a job he makes of giving her an orgasm. When he moves up, pushing two fingers into her and brushing at her g-spot while his mouth moves up to her clit.
The spark of an orgasm lights up through her every nerve ending as her back arches and she clamps her teeth down on her tongue to keep herself from making a noise and she definitely loses it for a moment.
Her almost iconic squeak does escape her lips before she drops down releasing her tongue and keeping her eyes closed trying to regain some control over her breathing.
"You still with me, mouse?" Max asks moving up to hover over her while her slightly glassy eyes that are still unfocused on him, or they are till he pushes into her, maybe a little impatient for wanting to feel her.
Y/n finally moans at the feeling of being so fully and the reverb almost feels like the whole of Monaco heard her.
"You can let them hear you, mouse. No one cares." Max assures her but he knows there's a better chance of y/n chewing off her own tongue or biting a hole through her cheek before she moans again.
But that won't stop Max from doing everything in his power to hear her voice again and more importantly hear her voice in a moan of his name.
With everything thrust, he grinds down making sure that she's still getting pressure on her clit and taking a nipple into his mouth which earns a whimper but her hand actually slaps up over her lips to keep herself from being loud again.
The feeling of being filled along with the brushing on her g-spot from the angle and the pressure on her clit pokes and presses till she actually can't keep her hand over her mouth, slamming it to the spongy surface beneath her and actually when her jaw gets slack, her voice is gone in a whispery moan as she spasms around him and he feels himself sort of smother himself between her boobs? Spilling cum into her like he's definitely just finished his workout in the best way ever.
Y/n slumps beneath him as he pulls out and manages to roll her on top, needing a moment to recover and not wanting to crush her underneath him. Her face hides in his neck as she slowly brings herself down from her high.
"Mouse?" Max mumbles earning a slight whine since she is definitely no wanting to move. In fact Max thinks y/n would happily remain there on top of him for hours. "How about you let me clean you up quickly and then I'll run us a bath?"
Y/n looks up at him smiling a little since this man was raised right, he really sets a different standard of how to treat women and she just feels like she is the luckiest person.
"That sounds good." Y/n mumbles making him smile and sit up gently placing her down beside him.
"I'll be right back, you just stay put." Max smiles gently kissing her again before jogging inside.
He returns with a warm damp cloth and a bottle of water that she does gulp half of before he scoops her up finally bringing her inside, taking her tot he bathroom where he places her down on the counter as he starts running the bath.
"Do you think the neighbours will complain?" Y/n mumbles making Max smirk and shake his head a little.
"I don't care, and you shouldn't either mouse. It's not illegal to have sex on our property." Max declares making her get visibly flustered. "We've done it in much more public spots...a red flagged race above the garages sound familiar?"
"Max..." Y/n whines hating the remind of her public indecency, as good as if felt in the moment.
"I love you, mouse. And I'll show you anywhere and everywhere in anyway."
in which there’s a whole club of people waiting to celebrate the race winner, but he’s a bit busy…
hehehehe i’ve been cooking this one up since he won!! obsessed with this, it’s really not my best work in terms of literary masterpieces, but…. it’s horny self indulgence. enjoy, lemme know what you think, love you!!!
songs to set the mood: the alchemy by taylor swift, agora hills by doja cat, so high school by taylor swift, starboy by the weeknd
warnings: 18+!! minors dni i am so serious! this is just. porn without plot (with a lil plot) like this is peak feral needy lando, dom!lando, oral (f&m receiving), spanking, accidental voyeurism?, max verstappen, dry humping, unprotected sex (don’t do that!), touch of fluff as well, established relationship, crying, overstimulation
3.8k words
tears well in your eyes, the blurry screen telling you absolutely nothing, but it doesn’t matter anymore. he’s done it. the screams engulfing the garage seem to rattle all around you, the vibrations pushing your elation up another notch.
lando norris, formula 1 race winner.
your lando.
his voice floods your ears, so loud that the headphones seem to quiver as he screeches. a few tears roll thick down your face when he thanks his mum and dad, dedicates the win to his grandma, but then he says your name and you forget how to breathe.
“i’m nothing without you, baby.” his voice breaks, and your body is wracked with sobs.
various arms are slung over your shoulder, members of the team guiding you out of the garage and into parc ferme. the metal barrier digs into your ribs as you lean against it, desperate to catch a glimpse of him. his car rolls into position, the p1 marker sending another wave of emotion through you, and when he pulls himself out, he stands tall, proud, points to the sky.
you fall in love with him all over again.
he’s slapped on the back and passed around by the drivers but when he sets his sights on the sea of orange, nothing else exists. he’s flying over your head before you can even register it, elevated by the team and you watch him in awe. when he sees you, eyes locking with yours, a heart-melting, pantie-dropping grin spreads across his face and you can see the redness lining his eyes.
i love you he mouthes.
he’s lowered to the ground, spinning round to face you immediately. he tugs you as close as he can, the barrier definitely leaving it’s mark on both of you, and kisses you messily. all of the energy that he has left, all that he can muster, is put into the kiss, leaving you breathless, tugging on the fabric of his race suit like you’ll die if he gets taken away.
“‘m so proud of you.” you whisper against his lips, shivering as his thumbs graze your cheekbones.
“i love you so fucking much.” he beams, teeth clashing with yours when he kisses you with a smile.
“go get that trophy, mr norris.” you coo, and he winks, pressing his lips to your forehead. then, he’s gone.
champagne vapour leaves your skin sticky.
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“lando, we gotta go.” you breathe, head rolling back to give him even more access to your strained neck, resting against the door of your shared hotel room.
you’re draped in orange satin, obviously, the short dress clinging to you deliciously, the one you always pack just in case. lando had been trying to convince you to stay in and let him have his way with you, and the second he walked out of the bathroom, still dripping from his shower, there was no way the pair of you were heading anywhere in a hurry.
“says who?” he grunts, his hips digging into yours.
“there’s a whole club waiting to celebrate with you-“
“the only person i want to celebrate with is you.” he punctuates his words with a harsh nip of his teeth.
“lando.” you whine in protest, not because you actually want him to stop, but because you don’t want to deprive him of a night out with his friends.
“try and convince me to go one more time, and i’ll edge you until you fucking cry.” he licks up your neck, tugging you from against the door, and guides you towards the bed. “and when you’re begging for me to make you cum, i’ll get you dressed up all pretty and we’ll go to the club with you dripping down your thighs.”
your lips quivers, caught between your teeth at his promise. you know he means it. his eyes darken when you nod quickening your pace until you’re stood at the foot of the bed. he’d only made it as far as putting his jeans on, so you rake your nails down his chest, watching as the tanned skin pales as you dig your fingertips in.
you teeter on your tip toes, leaning up to kiss him but he pulls back, smirking, holding you at arms length while he wiggles his jeans off and clambers onto the bed. you pout, watching him position himself up against the headboard, curling two fingers that beckon you forwards. you kick off your heels, crawling up the bed until you sit pretty on his lap, your dress riding up your thighs as you straddle him, leaving the lace of your panties flush against the cotton of his underwear.
you lean in to kiss him, but his fingers catch your chin, holding you back. you whine at the way he restrains you for a second time, wanting nothing more to melt into his frame while you lick into his mouth. he tuts, damp curls falling over his forehead.
“five minutes ago you wanted to go out.” lando tilts his head accusingly, a teasing lilt to his tone.
“changed my mind.” you hum, attempting to roll your hips. he slaps your thigh, light enough that it doesn’t hurt, hard enough that you sink into submission.
“you’re gonna have to prove that to me.” he sighs, feigning sympathy. you’re pulsing against him, and he can feel the damp heat of your cunt. “you’re gonna grind your little pussy on me until i can see how wet you are. gotta convince me, baby.” he grins at you, flashing his teeth. your jaw goes slack.
“lan.” you moan, eyes widening at his instruction.
“show me how bad you wanna congratulate me.” lando’s voice drops an octave, gravelly and direct, sending bolts of lightning down your spine.
you rock your hips over his bulge, slowly at first, tentative for the first couple of glides. you can feel how hard he is, your clit bumping the thick head of his cock as you grind down on him. your wetness begins to seep through the skimpy lace as you pick up the pace, revelling in the friction, the fire that you’ve lit between your two bodies.
lando makes no effort to help you, not at first, watching smugly as you slick him up. he can feel your warmth washing over him, the way you struggle to keep going as the pleasure builds. he focuses his eyes on the splotch growing on his crotch, honing in on the way your folds are slipping out of your quite frankly useless underwear. his lip catches between his teeth, pupils blown wide. his self restraint completely dissolves, one hand tangling in your hair, slotting his lips over yours, while his other flies to your waist forcing your hips backwards and forwards.
“wanna get my tongue on you, taste the mess you’ve made.” he mumbles against your lips. your thighs clench around his waist, rutting frantically on his lap. “‘n then i’m gonna get my fingers inside of you. it’ll be so easy, won’t it? can feel you dripping already. messy girl.”
“please.” you rasp. “lando, i need you.” you’re pleading, pushing his curls back and tugging hard at the chocolate strands.
“oh, honey,” he starts, flipping you onto your back. you gasp, smoothing your hands over the slope of his back, your nails raking between his shoulder blades. “i’m gonna have you exactly how i want you.”
he doesn’t have to work too hard to get you naked, peeling sodden lace down your thighs and shoving the satin of your dress over your tits, off of your frame. it cascades onto the floor, wrinkled in a heap, but you couldn’t possibly care less, not when he’s snaking down your body on a mission. his tongue drags over your clavicle, over the curve of your breast, stopping briefly to tease your nipple. he scrapes his teeth over the bud, continuing his trail over your abdomen, the plush skin of your belly.
“say please.” lando taunts, staring up at you through thick lashes. he rests his head against your hip bone, raising an eyebrow. you’re shaking already, in no mood to play games. if this is what he wants, you can’t deny him. he’s your race winner.
“please, baby. want your tongue on me.” you pant, softening your eyes in sheer desperation.
“where?” he coos, punctuating his borderline cruel question with soft kisses over your navel.
you smile coyly, keeping eye contact as your fingers dart between your spread thighs. you dip into your folds, splaying them open for him, tracing your clit a few times. you’re utterly soaked, impressed almost.
“right here.” you’re blushing, but you know just how he likes it, and your tactics are proven right when he groans, guttural and feral, pinning your thighs to the mattress.
your head thuds against the pillows at the sensation of the first swipe, his tongue dragging from your opening to your swollen clit. his face is submerged between your thighs, you can’t see him anymore, but you can certainly feel him. you can feel the slow glide of his tongue, tasting every little drop of you, can feel the vibration when he hums out in pure bliss.
it makes your head spin, the way most guys would expect you to drop to your knees, but lando gets his kicks on his, lost between your thighs. your eyes roll back every time he burrows himself deeper, slurping obscenely where you’re dripping.
“lando!” you grit your teeth, nearing the edge, and it spurs him on, two fingers running up the crease of your thigh, lathering through your wetness.
the digits glide inside of you seamlessly, casting an echo of noise that makes you blush. he groans against your clit - you’re utterly soaked - sending a buzz shooting up your spine.
“oh, baby.” he slurs, enticed, rutting against the mattress. you’re in an absolute state, and it’s all his fault.
two fingers curl, your feet kick out uncontrollably, and he laughs, laughs, into your cunt. you can’t help yourself, barrelling towards your release, unable to resist the rush of white hot pleasure. he fucks his fingers into you even faster, you scream, throat going raw as he scissors in and out of you. your foot finds his shoulder, trying to kick him away, teetering dangerously close to the brink of overstimulation. he doesn’t let it phase him, aside from the furrowing of his brows in annoyance, slinging your leg over his shoulder and splitting you open.
“my- oh god.” you choke, spasming up the mattress. he’s not even thrusting his fingers anymore, instead he’s grinding them against that one special spot, sucking hard at your clit.
you cum again, limp on the mattress, eyes squeezed shut. you’re slurring his name, babbling incoherently when he pulls off of you, sitting back on his knees. he looks proud of himself, too proud, smirking at your lifeless body. you feel like you’re part of the mattress, so sunken into it and exhausted. he’s covered in you, lips swollen maroon, fingers coated. every part of him that has touched you seems to shine in the dim light. his curls have dried now, fluffy and untamed, falling over his greying eyes.
“taste better than champagne.” he whispers, falling onto his forearms and caging you in.
your skin litters with goosebumps, his bare chest against yours, and you crane your head, lazily kissing him. you can taste yourself on his lips, mouthing down his jaw until you reach the sensitive skin below his ear. you scrape your teeth down his jugular, slow, sinking in softly to the bulk of his shoulder. he falters, shivering, collapsing his entire body weight onto you.
plump lips suck purple splotches onto the base of his neck, where no one will see.
you want him to lose control, ram into you and fuck you like he’ll die if he doesn’t, so you continue to tease, misbehave as you rake your teeth over his bronzed skin. his eyes are shut, thick lashes dusting his cheekbones as he succumbs to your torture. your hand skims his belly, muscles pulled taut under your fingertips, and you find the band of his boxers, dipping under the fabric. he registers your touch, and something within him snaps, his eyes flying open. he rolls off of you, finding his feet as he moves from the bed to the mini fridge.
“on your knees.” he grins at you, beckoning you to the carpeted floor.
you’re dazed, staring at the green bottle in his hands. condensation runs down the thick glass of the champagne bottle and you blank, utterly perplexed by what he’s about to do, your thighs involuntarily clenching. lando’s impatient, tutting as his hand wraps around your ankle, tugging you down the bed towards him. you’re shocked back to reality by his brazenness, scrambling from the mattress. you fall to your knees, licking your lips in anticipation, watching him through gleaming doe eyes. he softens, captivated by how ready you are for him, but it’s short-lived and the smirk returns.
“go on, baby. you know what to do.” lando strokes your cheek soothingly. your fingers curl into his waistband once again, and this time he lets you drag his boxers down. his cock springs free, hard and weeping, and your mouth fills with saliva, urgently taking him into your hand. “open wide.”
you look up at him just in time, watching how he raises the champagne bottle. he shakes it, once, twice, and your jaw drops as he pops the bottle. the liquid sprays, frothy and golden, dripping down your chest, over your tits, down your belly. you’re sticky, stickier, watching him in awe as the liquid pools around your knees. you notice how he’s glistening, the spray catching his abs, dripping south.
the noise he makes is carnal, a sigh of relief sounding when you lick over his hip bone, tracing your tongue over his pelvis until you reach the base of his cock. his hips stutter when you take him between your lips, the tip hitting the back of your throat as he immediately gives in to the warmth of your wet mouth. one of his hands works through your hair, bobbing you backwards and forwards, the other clasping tight around the neck of the bottle. he raises it to his parted lips, tipping his head back as he does, the liquid falling into his mouth. your eyes trace the curve of his neck, the swell of his lips, the way his knuckles have turned white contrasting the green glass. you wouldn’t be surprised if you were dripping onto the carpet.
“look so pretty with my cock in your mouth.” lando grins dopily, his nails scratching over your scalp. the moan that emits, low and needy from the back of your throat, makes him shudder. “enough now.” he pulls you off of him, but he leaves you on your knees.
the hand in your hair travels to cup your jaw, his thumb flush against your reddened lips. he pulls them apart, bringing the bottle down to your level. you accept it, welcoming the fizzy burst of liquid, swallowing it down in gulps that make your head spin. there’s pride in his eyes when you keeps yours trained on him.
“so good for me, so well behaved.” he mumbles, more to himself it seems, but the praise still leaves you weak.
lando extends his hands, the bottle forgotten on the desk, and he pulls you to your feet, flush against him. you grab at him desperately, pawing at his lean body like he’ll disappear.
“you’re so pretty.” he whispers, nosing over your jaw. you flush, cheeks tinting deep and warm. “‘m so in love with you.” he purrs into your ear.
heat and raw emotion flood through your veins, and you’re shoving him backwards towards the bed, climbing on top of him. your knees bump his hips as you straddle him, your hair fanning his shoulders as you kiss him hard.
“love you. ‘m so proud. wanna show you.” your words come out frenzied, muffled as they get lost to his mouth. your teeth clash with his, his winning smile moulding against yours.
“yeah, baby? gonna show me?” lando’s eyes rake over your frame, his hands guiding your hips. you raise yourself up, your hands lining you up, and then…
“oh.”
“fuck.”
you sink down on him, filling yourself up slowly, the both of you panting already. the glide is slow, easy; he’s so big but you’re so wet.
“aren’t you glad we didn’t go out?” he hisses through gritted teeth, entranced by the way you feel, everywhere, all over him.
you nod, frantic in your agreement, your eyes rolling back in your head as you bottom out. it’s addictive, the stretch of him, your hands gliding over his abs as you try to find some balance. you rock your hips, revelling in the slow grind, up and down. your clit grazes his pubic bone with every rise and fall and you swallow hard, his body sticky under your fingertips.
“you did so good today, lan, so pretty up on that top step.” you pant, circling your hips. he groans, pulling you down so that you’re chest to chest, your lips centimetres apart, when the moment is stolen.
lando’s phone buzzes, over and over, max verstappen’s face filling the iphone screen. lando looks at the device on the bedside table, cursing under his breath.
“must be wondering where the race winner is.” you giggle, choosing to make light of the situation, rather than dwell on your ruined orgasm.
“he can wait.” lando grunts, fingers bruising your hips when he flips you onto your back, his cock staying buried so deep inside of you that you see stars when you hit the mattress.
your leg is thrown over his shoulder callously, a stoniness in his eyes that wasn’t there before. he’s determined to finish you off, show you just how bad he’s wanted you all day, remind you that you’re in bed with a someone who knows how to win. the angle change is jarring, it takes you a minute to adjust, not that he gives you the courtesy, fucking into you how you both like it as the call rings out through the room.
“baby- lando!” you yelp, your belly tight. the waves of pleasure swell in your core, his merciless antics send you barreling towards another orgasm. you’re teetering over the edge, his thumb flush against your clit, spasming at his manipulation, dangerously clos-
buzz buzz buzz buzz.
buzz buzz buzz buzz.
“for fuck sake!” lando swears, pulling out of you. you whine wantonly at the loss, pouting up at him.
he drags you to the edge of the bed until your legs hang over, flipping you angrily onto your belly. your cheek is pressed into the duvet, your toes barely graze the floor. his ringtone continues to sound out and he hastily grabs his phone. he hits the green button the same time he slides back into your cunt.
“what, max?” he spits, thrusting into you, so deep that you can’t help the screech that burns the back of your throat. it’s obscene, really, the way you gush around him at the knowledge that someone else is listening in, at the fact that lando takes pride in how good he makes you feel.
you try to muffle your cries, really, you do, but lando has other plans. he gathers your hair, winding it around his fingers so that he can pull your face out of the comforter. you sob, loud, the lewd squelch of where you’re joined with him more than audible.
“i’m busy. fuck off.” lando growls throwing the phone down onto the bed, conveniently right next to your head. the call is still in progress, but max is quick to hang up when he hears your shaky breath, poorly concealed squeals.
“you’re insane.” you manage to choke out. he laughs wetly, the sound making you dizzy.
lando shuffles the pair of you up the bed, propping you onto your knees, all the while hammering into you with that athletic stamina that makes your head spin. the pad of his index finger traces your thigh, finding home on your clit and the tears fall harder, blurring your vision. he pulls your back to his chest, beginning a deep grind that renders your speechless.
“you liked that, didn’t you? him hearing how good i make you feel.” lando’s breath fans the shell of your ear. you nod, mumbling something incoherent, too blissfully exhausted.
‘cuz you’re so good to me. so so good to me.
“thought about shoving your panties in your mouth to shut you up, but you ruined them, didn’t you baby?” lando circles your clit harder, tugging at your earlobe “remember? when you weren’t being a good for me? but you are now, aren’t you, honey? you’re my good girl, hm?”
you clamp down around him, heat licking down your spine. you’re clammy with sweat, glazed with champagne, at one with him. lando shudders as you tighten around him, holding you as close as he can get. you writhe against him when you hit your peak, slumping against him as you quiver. pearly whites sink into your flesh, hard enough to to ground you, not enough to hurt you. you love it, him, everything about this. you coax him into his orgasm, his thrusts turn sloppy and he cums, thick and hot.
it takes a solid five minutes before you can move, the pair of you crawling up the bed, stretching like two sun-kissed cats. you’re sweaty, stuck together tangled between white bedding that definitely needs changing.
“that was-“
“better than any race win.” lando sighs, languidly smiling against your hair line where he lays gentle kisses, his entire demeanour changed in a matter of minutes.
“you’re just saying that.” you tease, drumming your fingers over his chest.
“no, ‘m not. i loved every moment of today, best day of my life,” he breathes, dazed. “but i love you more.”
-
max sips his drink, the dial tone sounding through his ears.
“just won a fucking race and he’s not here yet.” oscar laughs. typical lando.
the call goes to voicemail, but max is drunk, persistent, and quite frankly, feeling a little annoying.
“‘m gonna try him again.” max nods his head, tapping against his phone screen impatiently.
“did you consider the fact that he might be… busy?” charles smirks into his drink, slumping against the back of the booth.
it’s too late, the ferrari drivers suggestion falls on deaf ears. max has made the call, again, but this time he gets an answer.
“where the fuck are you?” max asks, but then his face pales.
“what?” oscar tilts his head, watching in confusion as max wrinkles his nose.
the phone goes flying from max’s hands, thudding against the cushioned seats, his jaw hanging agape. once the disbelief subsides, he’s giggling like a child.
“guess he was busy then, hm?” charles raises a knowing eyebrow.
“yeah,” max is red now, cackling. “something like that.”
it wasn’t often that you watched him train. but today was different. today; he asked you to watch.
No. He instructed you to watch.
Lando could tell something was off with you this morning. When he asked what was wrong you simply said ‘I’m fine’ or ‘don’t worry about it’.
He always knew when you were lying, even by the slightest of ways. Whether it was the way you made your breakfast; swift and without care, or the way you spoke with haste instead of your usual attentiveness.
He always noticed.
But it was just one of those days. no rhyme or reason why you were agitated.
You just were.
Unfortunately, Lando was stubborn and unrelenting. He wasn’t going to stop hounding you until you told him what was wrong. Even going as far as to wrapping his arms around your waist; pulling your frame into his own knowing how addicted you are to the comfort of his hold.
But instead of crawling into his embrace, you pulled back, resting your arms back at your sides with a grumbled sigh.
seriously lan, Im fine, just leave me alone.
As soon as the harsh words flew from your lips, a pang of guilt rang deep within your chest. Lando’s eyes flickered with a mixture of hurt and confusion, you could tell that he was contemplated whether it was something he did; whether it was somehow his fault, however, you didn’t have the energy to deal with it at the moment. Instead, you just walked away before things got worse.
It wasn’t until hours later that you started to feel like yourself again; building up the courage to go seek him out. When you found him, an unsure smile reached your lips as he sat comfortably in the living room, watching a show you couldn’t place. You tried making small talk, asking what he wanted for dinner, asking what he was watching…
…and you were met with nothing.
So many questions, yet after your little outburst this morning, it seemed Lando gave you the cold shoulder for the rest of the day. You couldn’t help but roll your eyes at him when you were met with the silence, or the slight shrug of his shoulders.
Childish. yet, you knew you deserved it.
So, you were definitely surprised when you received his text later that evening.
I’ll be in the gym at 7. join me
You stared at the screen. Puzzled. Your fingers hovered over the keyboard; wanting to send a plethora of questions. Never had Lando asked you to join him for his gym sessions. He flippantly claimed you were too much of a distraction.
But before you could respond, a tiny speech bubble bounced across the screen.
wasn’t a question y/n. be there at 7.
Your eyebrows furrowed. no emojis, no x’s or o’s that would be littered through his usual texts.
Just a direct instruction that you felt obligated to follow.
So here you were, attempting to silence your racing thoughts around why Lando asked you to be here. He hadn’t said a word to you since you entered the room. Your skirt delicately brushed against your skin as you watched him; your legs bouncing anxiously as you sat there. waiting. patiently.
You tried distracting yourself with the way the warm sun sizzled against your skin, painting the room with a golden hue. Or the way the heat caused droplets of sweat to hypnotically fall from Lando’s messy curls. Or the way your eyes naturally gazed down to his arms; veins tensed as his hands strained against the grip of the weight above him.
it worked for a moment. that simple distraction.
but now, you found your thoughts consumed by something else…
your thoughtful gaze found itself trailing down, noticing how lando’s shirt rode up ever so slightly; exposing his v-line.
While on a usual day you would be salivating at the outline of his boxers, today, all you could focus on were his thighs as they flexed with even the slightest of movements.
You couldn’t help as your stomach fluttered with butterflies at the sight.
stop it. You mentally chastised yourself for objectifying something that was so inherently innocent, but you couldn’t help yourself. there was something so lewd, about the picture in front of you.
The sudden sound of Lando’s trainer snapped you out of your trance. Heat rushed to your cheeks, painting ur skin in a rosy pink hue as you forced yourself to look away. You weren’t about to get caught staring; especially by Lando’s trainer.
A moment passed as they exchange pleasantries, a day well done apparently. You were too distracted to notice, but at least Lando’s tone seemed light as he sent his trainer off with a curt grin.
It wasn’t long before you felt a curious set of eyes fall on you. Analysing. Reading you like you were an open page of his favourite book. “Seems I’m more of a distraction than you are.” He murmured bemusingly “Something on your mind?”
Your eyes snapped back to his, surprise painting your features at Lando’s unexpected blasé nature despite of everything that happened this morning. You shook your head; lazily leaning back onto your seat and crossing your arms in annoyance. “Care to explain why you’ve been ignoring me all day?”
With a click of his tongue, Lando shook his head “Your words y/n, you wanted to be left alone so—" his voice trailed off for a small moment.
“I left you alone.” He shrugged.
You hummed in response. You should have felt content with his response. It made sense. Yet, a part of you still felt jaded and hurt by his cold demeanour towards you.
As if immediately recognising your hesitancy, a tired sigh fell from Lando’s lips. “Come here.” He murmured, extending his hand towards you. Curiously, you pushed yourself off of the couch with a huff, taking small, uncertain strides towards Lando as he eyed you with sincerity.
Before you could react, Lando roughly grabbed your wrist, forcefully tugging your body down to his own as he placed you on his thigh. You squealed at the sudden gesture.
“Lando!” you scolded as strong arms snaked its way around your waist in an attempt to steady you and ur pulsing heart. With a hand to your chest, you attempted to calm your uneven breaths.
Lando couldn’t help the hearty chuckle that bellowed from his chest, not even bothering to hide the smirk that was plastered across his face. He loved seeing you flustered in every way imaginable.
“Sorry.” He muttered nonchalantly. Clearly unapologetic as he brought his hand to your face; his fingers brushing away the stray hairs that found themselves out of place, instead, placing them neatly behind your ear. “Now—” He began, his tone shifting slightly more serious, “Want to tell me what’s been happening in that pretty little head of yours?”
You could barely register the words that were said. Instead, all you could focus on was the friction that bound tight at your core, the thin lace of your panties that suddenly strained against Lando’s skin.
He seemed unaware, still distracted by your hair. the very hair you wish he’d bury his hands in and tug on the strands; maybe he’d call you a little brat for your behaviour this morning—
You silently wondered if he could see right through you. What you were thinking. The fact that even the smallest of movements could crumble your resolve.
“Y/n?”
Your eyes widened as they snapped to his. His smirk had fallen to a boyish grin as his gaze swirled with newfound amusement. He tilted his head, trailing his fingers from your hair to your jawline. With a hum, he spoke lowly, “If you’re not interested in talking about this morning, why don’t you tell me what’s got you so flustered?”
Lando’s jaw clenched as he assessed you. every movement, every flinch. Anything that could give away the clear desire that you felt building at your core.
You sighed heavier than expected. “I’m not flustered. I’m annoyed.”
“With me?” He tilted his head curiously whilst his fingers continued their exploration down the side of your throat, crossing over every divet before letting his hand rest behind your neck. His grip was light, but noticeable. Your skin exploded in goosebumps at the anticipation of something more. You wanted, needed, something more.
“Especially with you.”
“Mm…” he hummed approvingly, wetting his lips as his other hand began its teasing assault on your hips, drawing up your skirt ever so slightly as he tightened his grip. “Anything I can do to fix that?”
You shook your head. attempting to use one of your hands to push yourself off of him. This time, you weren’t surprised at the sudden clutch of your wrist. However, you were surprised by how easy it was for Lando to pull you further into him. The harsh movement causing his muscles to flex, sending pulsating waves to your core. You bite the inside of cheek, attempting to hold in the whimpers that threatened to escape, but nothing could hide the rosiness that burned across your skin. A constant reminder of Lando’s effect over your body.
“Are you sure y/n?” he teased, softly grabbing the side of your cheeks with his index finger and thumb before bringing his face close to your ear.
“you must be so...” you could barely hear his voice as he murmured sweetly against your skin, trailing soft fleeting kisses trailing down your neck. “frustrated.”
Your hands curl around his shirt, gripping the cotton as you attempted to ignore the delicious assault. “You’re toying with me?” you mutter, taking in shallow breaths as your eyes flutter closed; your senses consumed by Lando’s every movement.
You feel him smile against your skin “only because you’re letting me.”
“Admit it.” he whispered, leaving lingering kisses across your collarbone. The feeling of his lips hovering against your sensitive skin sent electric shocks down your spine. So much so, you didn’t even notice how your back arched; your head tipping ever so slightly to give lando access to even more of you.
He sighed longingly against you “Spending the whole day without me to get you off. You were practically drooling the minute you saw me.”
Embarrassed couldn’t begin to describe how you were feeling, but it was especially made worse by the amused laugh that reverberated from the man in front of you. “Talk to me baby— ‘miss your sweet voice.”
“What’s got you so needy for me?”
There was no hiding from Lando. You could either tell the truth and face the potential lifetime of embarrassment that would soon follow, or, lie, and not get what you wanted.
What you really needed.
Let’s face it. you weren’t in the mood to be denied.
not tonight, atleast.
“Your thighs.” You murmured. Barely a whisper, barely a breath. You wondered if he even heard you. especially since he didn’t seem to react to your words. Instead, his chaste kisses travelled up your neck; one planted softly on your cheek before reaching messily to the side of your lips.
Lando pulled back for a moment, shamelessly admiring you. While you averted his gaze, you took a peek at him through your eyelashes; attempting to fight the thrashing heat against your skin. “There we go.” He hummed approvingly. “Was that so hard?” He tilted his head, a familiar sense of mischief dancing on his features.
But a moment of silence followed. Any sense of urgency that Lando had seemingly dissipated as he lazily leaned back, continuing to assess your features. His hands clutched around your wrists; taking away any possible chance of escape.
“Well?” You snapped. all this work to get you to admit something so humiliating and depraved and now… nothing?
“Well what?” he questioned with a scoff. “You think I’m going to help you?” You could tell he was still toying with you. Clearly, he was still mad about this morning.
“I’m just respecting your wishes baby.”
What a childish little prick— Heat returned to your cheeks, as you realised what he was doing. you tried averting his gaze, pulling your hands back so you could leave, but you couldn’t, he was too strong. Any tug at your wrists would be met with him pulling you back tenfold.
With a click of his jaw and a boyish grin he cut the tension with his teasing voice, “Come on baby; you don’t need to ask, just take what you need from me. Anything to make you feel better.” His tone dripped with mockery, there was something about it that felt so degrading, almost as if he enjoyed seeing you clearly suffer; clearly needing more than what he was willing to give.
You shook your head: your lips in an ‘o’ shape as you sat there in disbelief. a small moment passed, one that felt like a lifetime.
Fuck it. If he’s so adamant on playing this game with you, then you might as well win it.
“You’re fucking insufferable.” you murmur, forcing yourself out his grip to plant your hands into his curly strands; leaning your body further into him and positioning yourself perfectly against his thigh.
Pulling at the strands, a low groan rumbled from Lando’s chest. The sound sending waves of pure euphoria through your body as you repeated the same assault he practiced on you; nipping and pulling at his skin with each intense kiss.
You whined lowly as you felt Lando’s hand begin to travel under your shirt, his cool fingers causing goosebumps to reappear on your skin as he slowly traced across your stomach; your chest; before roughly gripping your breast. it didn’t take long for your body to respond to his, melding into one another.
You needed him. His fingers, his tongue. his cock. anything that could help release the tension that pooled at your core. Hiding your face into the nape of his neck, you planted small kisses against his skin; revelling in the faint oud smell of his cologne; continuing to roll your hips against him to aid the lingering ache between your legs.
“Has my baby become a slut for me just from my thighs?” You hear Lando tease yet his voice sounded far as you remained trapped in the sensations of his hands. His fingers drew hypnotic circles around your nipple as his other hand harshly tugged at your hips, rhythmically following your own movements. For a small moment. You wondered whether Lando knew how strong he actually was, whether was aware that the tight grip he had on you were would leave haunting bruises on your skin the next day. marking you as his, and only his.
You pulled away from him, causing his fingers to fall from your delicate skin. You look down, frustration clearly plastered across your features. “please lan.” you whimper softly. You felt your pleasure building ever-so-slightly; waves of heat radiating across your whole body yet—
it wasnt enough, it would never be enough. You knew that. He knew that.
“Please what?” his mocking tone sent a shiver coursing through your spine as he tilted his head. - slight curve teased his lips. “You had so much to say this morning, but now, it seems you can barely find your words.”
“Stop punishing me.” You grumbled.
“Punishing you?”
“I’m not punishing you y/n. you’re the one who told me you wanted to be left alone.” He said matter-of-factly. Even so, his eyes lingered downwards, watching as his fingers trailed over your exposed thighs, across the soft skin before planting himself right between your legs, tracing over the delicate fabric; hovering over the sensitive nerves that ached to be touched.
“Look at you. you’ve made such a mess for me already and I’ve barely even touched you baby.” His other hand rested around the nape of your neck; his thumb gently tapping the side of your throat, as if he was teasing the thought of tightening his grip.
You hated it. You hated how humiliated you felt. Lando had you melting on top of him, writhing in the most degrading way imaginable without so much as a thought of release for you.
You turned your head slightly, a breathy sigh leaving your lips at the realisation.
“Y/n.” Lando called knowingly; pulling your focus back to him before your thoughts could sabotage you further.
Your attention snapped back to his as his eyes trailed longingly over your features. “if you need me, you better start using your words. no more hiding in that pretty little head of yours.”
it was funny that even in such a intimate moment Lando tried to counsel you, make you feel better; safe, supported. He’d been that way your whole relationship; which only made you feel even more guilty for snapping at him this morning.
fine. he wants me to use my words. so be it.
You pondered his words with a small smile before leaning in, wrapping your arms around his tense shoulders. Your lips brushed against his in the slightest of touches. “Lan, I need you. ‘need you so fucking bad.” You weren’t afraid of a little begging, you knew how much he loved it.
Your fingers trailed the back of his neck before delving back into his hair. “Need your fingers to help get me off, d‘you think you can do that for me baby?” You whispered.
His eyes widened at your sudden directness. “Fuck…” he hissed as you tugged on his curls. you could tell he was caught off guard, but that quickly washed away as you felt his grip tighten around your waist; guiding your hips as they rolled against him. “There’s my sweet girl.” he muttered. Fingers that were previously wrapped around your neck disappeared into your panties; the large digits not even hesitating to roughly push against your aching clit.
You felt that familiar pressure build and build as his fingers circled your core. Controlled and rough.
It didn’t take long for the melding of pleading whines and pleasured moans to fill the room, you begged for more, and more, and more; pushing your hips further into him as Lando praised, worshipped and fulfilled you completely. “So beautiful— so fucking wet for me.” he muttered harshly; possessively.
It only took his sinful tone to send you to the point of no return; pulsing waves flooding your body leaving you a whimpering mess in Lando’s hold to keep you steady as he continued to shower you with affirmations “that’s it baby, cum all over my thigh; show me desperate you are for me.”
You felt his movements slow, giving you a chance to breathe while sending aftershocks up and down your spine. You hid yourself in his neck, exhaustion hitting you out of no where. You left a small kiss at the base of his neck as your heart rate attempted to lower itself.
Lando comfortingly trailed his other hand down your back. “See baby, a lot of good can come from using your words.” He quipped lowly.
Well, when you've got two boyfriends on the podium, you just have to celebrate
Warnings: smut, p in v, oral (male!receiving), threesome
"I love it when you're both on the podium," she mumbled as her fingers carded through Lando's hair. She had her head in Max's lap as he gave her the same treatment.
It wasn't their usual podium celebrations, didn't end with the three of them in the club, them dancing with her between them. They always ended up a sweaty heap in the car, with Lando pushing her underwear to one side and Max kissing down her neck.
This was a calm podium celebration. They'd had enough that their livers were still hurting from the last weekend. So, instead, she was cooking the two of them a delicious meal and they were having 'couch time'.
Couch time always started out innocent, the three of them laying together in some capacity. This time, Max was sitting straight. She was laying on the sofa with her head in his lap and Lando on the floor in front of them.
Couch time never stayed innocent for very long.
A moan left her lips as Max scratched at her scalp. "That nice, Schat?" He whispered and she nodded, doing the same to Lando.
He didn't moan, though. No, he grabbed her hand and sucked his fingers into her mouth, a promise of what was to come.
Her eyes widened as she looked at Max. Max, who flicked Lando's forehead. "Horny fucker," he said.
But it didn't take long before the three of them were stumbling into the bedroom. Lando made a move to dive onto the bed first, but Max caught him by his hips. "Wait a minute," he said through a groan as he held Lando still against him
They looked towards her as she sat herself in the middle of the bed.
Sitting there, she pulled her McLaren shirt over her head (she'd been wearing a Red Bull cap all the time she'd been watching her boys race), and threw it into the corner of the room.
Max sucked in a breath, but Lando just stared. "Baby, it's almost like you knew we were gonna be on the podium," he said with his tongue between his teeth.
She copied his grin as she sat forward, showing off just how good her lingerie made her look. "I had a sneaking suspicion," she said as she popped the button on her jeans.
Lando went to surge forward, but Max held him back. "Wait," he said, tightening his hand on Lando's shoulder. "She's gonna be doing all the work tonight."
She nodded in agreement as she climbed off the bed and Max sat Lando down. In an instant she'd pushed her jeans down her legs and was crouching in front of him, wearing nothing but her lingerie.
"You're so pretty," Max whispered and she felt hands on her jeans as she freed Lando from his confines.
As soon as she wrapped her fingers around him, he was hissing through his teeth. It was only made worse when she swirled her tongue around his tip and sucked his head between her lips.
"You look so pretty," Max muttered as he snapped the band of her underwear against her hip. The sound she made was muffled, yet so delicious around Lando's cock.
One hand was wrapped around his base as she worked him into her mouth.
By this point she was an expert. She knew to run her tongue down the underside of his cock and then trace the vein. It had him shuddering under her every touch.
But then Max pulled down her underwear and felt just how wet she was as he swiped his finger through her folds. "How's she looking?" Lando asked through hus shuddering breaths.
"So fucking wet."
Max moved his fingers through her folds once more before he freed his cock. She felt him tap again her, moaning around Lando's cock. And then he was pushing through her, penetrating her with his blunt, mushroom tip.
"Fuck," she cried as she pulled herself off of Lando. "Shit, Max."
But he was still, not giving her what she wanted, not until she put herself back on Lando. Lando, who couldn't stop himself from snapping his hips towards her.
She gagged around him, throat constricting. "Holy fuck, baby," Lando gasped, head thrown back.
He looked so pretty like this, Max couldn't help but think, coming apart under her touch.
It was long before Lando had completely come apart, pulling her off as she swallowed down everything she gave him. He pulled her up as he leaned down, pressing a tender kiss to her lips, tasting himself on her tongue.
Her head was against his thigh, whines and moans leaving her lips as Max fucked her. His hips snapped against her own as her nails dug into the flesh on Landos thigh in desperation.
When Max reached around and touched her clit, it was game over. She came apart with a cry, teeth sinking into Lando's skin.
"I got you," he said, hands moving through her hair, scratching at her scalp as Max gave the last few thrusts before he came, spilling inside of her.
Breathlessly, she pulled herself onto the bed beside Lando. Max sat on her other side, sandwiching her between them. "My boys," she said as she tried to regain her breath. "My boys on the podium."
[1.7k] an early morning birthday treat for your boyfriend hours before the rest of the world needs either of you. (smut)
we are gonna ignore the fact i accidentally hit the post limit yesterday and pretend i actually posted this on his birthday
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“Good morning, birthday boy.”
Oscar let out a small hum of acknowledgement, a small smile working its way onto his face but he didn’t bother opening his eyes. Instead, he wound his arm around your waist and tugged you down until you were collapsing down on his chest. He sighed happily, nuzzling himself further against you whilst you wiggled in his embrace.
“You’re ruining your birthday,” you commented, trying to nudge his arm away so you could sit back up. But Oscar didn’t budge a bit.
“It’s my birthday,” he grumbled, his voice still laced with sleep and his accent coating his slurred words a little thicker than normal. “I get to choose what we do and I choose sleeping.”
“That’s boring,” you retorted, twisting in his hold until you were facing him. You reached a hand out, pushing his hair back until you got an unrestricted view of his face squished against the pillow.
“I happen to like boring birthdays.”
You snorted, smiling fondly as you leaned down to press a kiss on the tip of his slightly scrunched nose. “You’re not even going to ask what I planned?”
“If it includes leaving this bed before I have to head to the track, then I’m not interested,” Oscar mumbled, letting out a sigh as your nails began to scratch along his scalp. “I’m quite happy here. Very content. Very happy birthday boy.”
“And if I said your birthday plans start in bed?”
Oscar paused for a moment. “I’m listening.”
You grinned, lightly poking his cheek until his eyes slowly fluttered open. “Hey.”
He flashed you a lazy smile. “Hi, baby.”
“Happy birthday,” you murmured before you leaned down, pressing a soft but lingering kiss on his lips.
“Definitely happy,” he hummed in response, huffing a little when you pushed his shoulder so he was lying on his back. “You’re awfully bossy this morning.”
“You like it,” you teased, throwing one leg over his body until you were settled on his lap. In seconds, his hands were on your waist like the reaction was instinctive.
“Maybe,” he replied, though the light pink painting his cheeks gave him away. His thumbs lightly swiped along your hip bones, slowly pushing the material of your (his) shirt up until he was met with bare skin. “I have to be at the track by ten.”
“It’s only seven,” you retorted.
“That means we could have had a solid two more hours of sleep,” he pointed out, his eyes still a bit bleary from sleep. He was just grateful enough that one of you remembered to pull the curtains shut last night. “You know, cuddling is good for dopamine and stuff.”
Your lips twitched. “Dopamine and stuff?”
“You woke me up five minutes ago, give me a break,” Oscar grumbled, squeezing your hips to emphasise his point.
“I know something else that would be good for your dopamine and stuff,” you said, grinning a little as you leaned down to peck his lips. “Something for the birthday boy.”
“You keep saying that but—oh shit.”
You watched his eyes flutter shut, his grip on you tightening as you rolled your hips against his. You ducked your head down, lips pressing chaste, open-mouthed kisses along his jaw and neck as you felt his skin flush under your touch. You felt his thumping pulse pounding, could feel the way his body was reacting to you.
It was fucking intoxicating.
“Do you still wanna go back to sleep?” You questioned, your voice teasing and a little patronising as you nipped the skin just below his ear.
“Nuh uh,” he breathed out, shaking his head in response. “This is good. This is better.”
You grinned against his skin.
And maybe it was still-half-asleep brain or maybe Oscar just didn’t want to assume, but he wasn’t really expecting more. It was still painfully early for either of you to be awake right now, especially considering how late you had managed to get to the hotel. And he was honestly more than happy to have this, to have his girl on top of him. To have your hands and your lips and your pretty words. To just have you.
He wasn’t thinking about where it was leading, he was just stuck in the present moment of you, you, you.
His brain hadn’t even fully caught up until your kisses started moving lower, until a few chaste kisses along his collarbone started to move further down his chest.
“Babe,” he rasped, his head still a little fuzzy with sleep as your breath fanned over the muscles of his stomach.
“Shhh, relax f’me, Osc,” you murmured between soft kisses, fingers tugging the edge of his boxers down as the urge to mark along his v-line overwhelmed you.
“I—” But the words were lost in the back of his throat as the heel of your palm pressed against the bulge in his boxers, your lips mouthing at the sensitive skin along his hips.
His eyes fell shut, his head digging back into the pillow as he let himself enjoy every single inch of his body that was being touched by you. The way his hips bucked against your hand, the front of the fabric already wet and stained with precome as you marked pretty bruises on his pale skin. The way your body settled between his thick thighs, nails grazing along his skin until he was squirming and whining underneath you. The way every cell in his body was just so, so responsive to you.
A guttural moan escaped the back of his throat as you mouthed along his clothed cock, licking a thick strip over the fabric of his boxers as he helplessly buckled beneath your touch. He didn’t think a single thought in his head was about anything but you. He didn’t think he wanted to think about anything else but you.
Your fingers curled around the waistband of his boxers, pulling them down his legs and throwing them somewhere off the edge of the bed, neither one of you all too bothered where it landed. Instead, you took his hard cock in your hand, not wasting a second before you sucked the tip in your mouth, lapping at the small beads of precome that were already leaking.
“Shit, shit, shit,” he breathed out, his hips bucking further into your mouth but your other hand kept his body planted on the mattress.
He was fucking helpess.
He was fucking helpess and he didn’t give two shits about anything other than you.
There was a vague voice in the back of his head reminding him that it was early, that they had neighbours, that those neighbours were colleagues of his. But it was a passing thought at best for Oscar as he squirmed and wiggled and writhed beneath your touch. It was a problem for future Oscar to deal with.
And it wasn’t often Oscar was vocal, not like this. But he was sleepy and caught off-guard and, fuck, your mouth just felt like heaven wrapped around his cock. He couldn’t help himself with the whimpers and moans he let out, your name like a mantra as it left his lips on a broken loop.
Because Oscar Piastri was a weak man when it came to you.
And when he lifted his head off the pillow to finally look down at you, he about lost whatever semblance of control he had left.
Your hands were placed on his thighs, your nails digging into his skin but the pain was biting and welcomed. Your cheeks were hallowed around his dick, a mix of come and drool leaking from the edges but it just made his stomach twist with a deep desire that he knew would haunt his fantasies for months to come. Your lips were red and swollen, your eyes were glossy and hooded and, fucking hell, the second he met your gaze, it was over for him.
His hands were gripping the sheets of the duvet beneath him as he came, the pleasure white and hot and overwhelming in every sense of the word. He felt it all over like a hot flush, dancing along his nerve endings and racing down his spine as his body bucked upwards to be closer to you, your mouth, your everything. He was distantly aware of the little whiny noises he made as he came, the ones that were half muffled as he buried his face into his pillow as his orgasm washed over him whilst you lapped at his sensitive cock.
He couldn’t really find it in himself to be embarrassed when he finally turned back to look at you, seeing you slowly lick your fingers clean from the cum that had leaked out your mouth with a huge grin on your face.
“You’re a menace,” was all he managed to breathe out, throwing his arm over his face to try and recover from mind blowing orgasm and the sight of you shamelessly tasting him.
“Happy birthday,” you replied cheerfully, crawling back up the bed until you could press a chaste kiss on his cheek before nuzzling yourself against him. “Good start to twenty-three?”
He huffed out a laugh. “I think you might’ve killed me.”
“At least you died young, pretty and satisfied,” you joked, feeling his chest rumble beneath you and it made your stomach twist with something quite like delight.
“And in love,” he added, his words a little slurred and his cheeks burning a little at his own cheesiness. But it still made you grin.
“I love you too, Osc,” you murmured back.
“I was talking about those sushi rolls we had last night, but yeah I love you too,” he murmured, letting out a short pained noise when you pinched his side. “Ow! What happened to birthday boy privileges?”
“Those ended with the blowjob,” you retorted. “You’re back to normal Oscar now.”
“Hm, that seems a little unfair,” Oscar commented as he wound his arms around your body, hugging you close to his chest like the two of you could melt into one person.
“Tragic life of being twenty-three,” you teased.
Oscar smiled. “Thank you, seriously.”
You laughed, lifting your head to look at him. “Did you just thank me for a blowjob?”
The sleepy smile returned. “Yeah, pretty sure I just did.”
“Never beating the polite cat allegations,” you said, lighthearted and sweet and joking as you leaned down to kiss him. “Never change, birthday boy.”
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