hii could you write something for p1h?? the reader is trying to keep it quiet w piwon let’s say they’re at the dorm or parents’ house
p1harmony trying to keep it quiet in public
pairing: ot6 x fem!reader
genre: smut
words: 1,9k (200-400 for each)
cw: nsfw, semi-public sex, dirty talk, teasing, praise, penetration (p in v) for keeho, theo, and jiung, cunnilingus for intak, fingering for jongseob, also barely proofread
author's note: thank you anon for requesting! i hope that's what you had in mind </3
#keeho
you didn’t mean for that to happen. you warned keeho before you even left your apartment not to expect any action for the next few days while you were staying at your friend’s place – the idea of going at it while they're sleeping on the other side of the wall didn't sit right with you at all. they’re taking you and keeho in because you haven’t seen each other in a long while, you explained, and fucking in the bed they're generously letting you take for the time being would be plain disrespectful. and keeho agreed, responding to each rant and threat with an understanding nod.
though you shouldn’t be surprised, really, when on the first night of your stay he has your cheek pressed into the pillow and your ass in the air as he pounds into you from behind, long, deep thrusts interspersed with the lewd sounds of skin slapping against skin and your broken whimpers.
“sshh.. do you want them to hear us?” he nearly snarls, barely keeping his own voice at a decently quiet level while your cunt clenches around him like a vice. "you like the idea of someone walking in right now, huh? seeing you all spread out and dripping for me?”
#theo
it all started so innocently. a cuddling session with your boyfriend, cocooned up in the soft sheets of his bed as you talked about everything and anything in hushed voices, sneaking lazy kisses between stories.
but the thing is, theo has never been the type to deny himself, so his hands start to wander as soon as they feel the itch to – up your sides, squeezing a buttcheek, and kneading your breasts as his lips attach to yours more persistently. he falls deaf to your half-hearted arguments about all five of his members being at the dorm as well, brushing the comments off or straight up ignoring them until your pyjama pants and panties are down at your ankles, his arm spreading your thigh wide as he slowly grinds his cock deeper into you, your back pressed flush to his chest. the leisurely but thorough stretch makes your eyes roll back, a palm clamping over your mouth to muffle a helpless moan threatening to slip out.
“none of that,” taeyang’s fingers wrap around your wrist to pull your hand away as he whispers against the shell of your ear, before pressing both of them to your stomach where small bulge grows with every thrust. “let me hear you.”
you can feel the heat creeping up your neck at the sheer thought of all the teasing you’re going to have to withstand later as your sounds escape unrestrained. “taeyang–” you whimper, “they’re… mmhh… gonna hear.”
your words only spur him on, his hips slamming against your ass in a sudden faster thrust that punches out a loud gasp from your throat.
“i don’t care. they already know i fuck my girl well.”
#jiung
you truly believe it’s not your fault at all that you two ended up like this. you were bored from waiting around while jiung took his time to finish whatever he had to do in his studio, your eyelids starting to droop sleepily as you tossed and turned on the little couch in the corner. you were starting to lose your mind, every ‘i promise i’m gonna be done soon, angel’ chipping away at your patience, while he had the audacity to look all cute and inviting in his glasses and an oversized hoodie, with a focused frown on his lips.
that being said, you believe it’s him who’s at fault that you couldn’t help yourself but climb onto his lap, kissing down his neck and telling him to keep working as you started to move your hips in slow circles until his breathing quickened. his feeble protests and excuses were successfully silenced by your tongue diving into his mouth, and soon enough you have him right where you wanted him from the start – flushed and panting underneath you as you ride his cock, your hips slamming against his eagerly. his head is thrown back, lips parted and pink from biting down on them as he moans and mumbles praises and pleads for you to go faster.
“f-fuck… you feel so good, angel…”
you can hear the distant sounds of late workers and cleaning staff outside the door, but the whiny edge in his voice and the way his hands are gripping your waist desperately are too addictive to stop now.
“you need to keep quiet, ji.” the words leave your mouth mockingly sweet, like you both know it’s not what you want, but you’re saying it for the sake of watching him squirm.
“i know– ah–” jiung leans forward to hide his face in the crook of your neck. “i know, i’m sorry–”
he cuts off with another loud moan when you deliberately grind harder with a wicked smirk on your lips.
#intak
technically, the plan was good. your parents, who are visiting you and staying in your apartment this week, went out to check out the nearby shopping mall, leaving you and intak alone for a few hours. it was as good a time as any for you to finally have a moment only to yourselves and let go of the tension that built up over the days.
everything was set – you spread towels over the bed for a quick clean up and called your mom to make sure they’re not coming back early for some reason before stripping out of your clothes like horny teenagers, all lingering touches and laughs huffed into each other’s mouths as you wasted no time before getting to work.
several euphoric rounds later, intak pulls you on top of him, your thighs bracketing his head as you grind your cunt against his tongue, desperate to get rid of that relentless, throbbing ache. you’re almost starting to worry you’ll suffocate him with the way he keeps tugging you down to sit on his face with your full weight despite your grip on the headboard of the bed, a string of hums and low moans leaving his lips between open-mouthed kisses adding to the sensation.
he eats you out like a man starved – and a man starved he is –his hips rutting into the air without a single care in the world... even when your hips stop their movement at the sound of the front door unlocking.
“shit–” the whispered curse leaves your lips as you immediately try to rise, but intak pulls you back down to attach himself to your pussy once again.
“don’t leave…” he mumbles into your folds, and you have to stifle a moan when the vibrations send a jolt to your clit.
it’s like he has no comprehension of the gravity of the situation, slurping and groaning for all he’s worth as if your parents weren’t right outside the door. he doesn’t let you escape either, his arms now locked around your thighs, the vigorous attention making you see stars despite the anxious scratch in the back of your mind.
“takki– fuck–” you can feel your own best attempts at staying quiet start to fail when he sucks your clit between his lips. “be quiet–!”
but you should’ve known your man would rather suffer through the humiliation of looking your parents in the eye after they definitely heard him make out with their daughter’s pussy than leave a meal unfinished.
#soul
you knew the moment you laid your eyes on soul for the first time today that you had to get him alone somehow. you also knew it wouldn’t be easy – the day packed with schedules during which you were supposed to keep him company, as well as serve as moral support before his performance. no matter what, there was always someone around you, whether it was his members, the staff, or the passersby on the street.
not a single moment where you could drag him away and show him exactly how good you think he looked; but nothing’s truly impossible for a woman stubborn and way gone for her boyfriend, so when the opportunity arises exactly fifteen minutes before he’s supposed to go on stage, the backstage emptying for a short moment as everyone gets lost in the rush of getting ready, you seize it right away and pull him towards one of the narrow changing rooms.
soul follows you with eyes wide in surprise in a way so adorable it makes you want to bite it off (lovingly), and they only keep widening as you sandwich him between your body and the wall, your palm sneaking its way underneath the waistband of his pants to palm him over the fabric of his boxers.
what happens next is between you, him, and the full-length mirror on the wall – keeho’s voice calling out from outside the door as you muffle soul’s whines with your hand pressed over his mouth, while the other one strokes his length hurriedly to get him to cum before the time is up so your sweet boyfriend doesn’t have to go on stage with his hard cock straining against his pants.
#jongseob
at first, you thought that when jongseob offered to stay in the practice room with you during the break instead of going to the convenience store with the others, he just wanted to spend more time with you since you came here to see him amidst his hectic schedules. the thought made something warm and fuzzy spread in your chest as you gave your order to intak on their way out, and settled on the floor next to your boyfriend as the door shut behind them.
you didn’t think about it twice when his arms slid around your waist right away, your body naturally leaning into the warmth you missed so much over the past days. you didn’t blink when he pulled you closer until your back was pressed to his chest instead of the mirror, only tilted your head back to rest on his shoulder as his breath tickled the underside of your jaw between little affectionate pecks.
then, there was a slight twitch between your brows when his hands found their way under your shirt, cold rings against your belly making goosebumps rise on your skin, but you brushed it off. he must miss you a lot, too, after all.
but it’s not long until you realise that his idea of spending time with you isn’t the same as yours.
the pretty rings on jongseob’s fingers graze your clit every time he pulls his long fingers out of your dripping cunt, just to push them back in with a filthy curl that takes your breath away. you can see his hand moving under your pants, and you’d probably worry about whether there’s a patch of wetness spreading over the fabric where your eyes don’t reach if his dirty words weren’t diverting all of your attention.
“you like that?” he nips at the shell of your ear before soothing it with his tongue. “i bet you can hear the noises you make all the way from the hallway.”
a choked, embarrassed whimper leaves your mouth in response, your thighs clenching around his hand, at which he only chuckles mockingly.
“they could be back any second now, you know? they’d hear all of your little moans… see your needy pussy dripping all over my hand if they walked in right now.”
the thought is humiliating, disastrous in its consequences, but also maddeningly hot – the coil tightening in your belly at a fast pace.
“mhmm… cum for me. show them how good you are at keeping quiet, hm?”
husband osc is literally MY LIFE SOURCE, ITS SO GOOODDD, could you do one where on their wedding night they get to fulfill a fantasy of theirs: oscar fingering her with his wedding ring on plss
I LOVE YOUR WRITIING SO MUCHHH
a/n: first, thank u so much that's so sweet!! second, i love the way you guys think so bad . you keep me fed and happy . ugh my insides are curdling. please always request husband!osc i love him down.
word count: 2.1k words
tags: lots of foreplay, fingering (f receiving), praise, pet naaaames (baby, sweetheart, my love), probably tooth rotting fluff bc… well it IS your wedding night after all. ;P
the light from the bathroom throws your bedroom into soft relief. it’s the same apartment you’ve been in for the past five years, and yet everything feels different and exciting and new again.
you stand in the doorway, a soft halo of light enveloping your body, excitement and nervous energy flitting around in your stomach. the reception had been fun—so fun you barely remembered it, frankly— but you would’ve been lying if you said you weren’t ready for everyone to go home.
you wanted some one on one time with your new husband after all.
oscar sits on the edge of the bed, unfastening the cufflinks from his dress shirt. his tuxedo jacket is cast casually over the back of the chair, and just the sight of that jet black is enough to leave you feeling warm. a reminder of all that was still yet to come.
oscar gazes at you like you hung the moon, dark eyes shining—maybe even a little in awe— as you pad softly over to him, throwing your arms loosely over his shoulders.
it feels like it was only yesterday that he was 17 years old, standing outside your parents' house with a bouquet of flowers, silly little bow tie askew and mouth agape when he tells you how beautiful you look.
“hi baby,” you say with another smile. seriously, your cheeks were going to hurt tomorrow.
oscar exhales shakily, warm hands finding your waist. his face is obscured by shadow, save for the soft light illuminating his brown eyes.
"mrs. piastri," he whispers, finding your left hand and pressing his mouth to your knuckle, right where the shiny new diamond sits on your finger.
you beam at him, swiping a thumb over his cheek affectionately. "are you going to take this dress off of me, or am i going to have to do it myself?"
oscar laughs, shaking his head. "if you would give me a chance to take it all in first." he stands from the edge of the bed, grasping your hand loosely and encouraging you to do a little spin for him. he blows out a slow breath, "how'd i get so lucky?"
you flush, feeling oscar's fingers gently brush your hair over your shoulder, touch ghosting over the nape of your neck to the zipper on your dress.
you've always loved the intimacy of this exchange in movies and books, the tension of someone else slowly unzipping the back of a dress, exposing what was underneath.
the air is charged with anticipation as oscar tugs on the zipper, slowly exposing your shoulders and the graceful line of your spine. his lips press against the nape of your neck, hot and flushed, and you gasp softly.
then oscar sees the lace underneath your dress, the ribbons and the barely-there silk and sucks in another breath.
"you are...insane," is all he says, voice so low you wonder if he spoke at all. goosebumps erupt on your skin as oscar slips his palms underneath your dress, smoothing them around your hips, across your stomach, and up your ribcage to squeeze at your breasts.
you sag into his touch, eyes fluttering closed, enjoying the warmth of his chest against your skin. oscar brushes his lips against the shell of your ear whispering, "you have no idea what you do to me."
you feel him half-hard, pressing into the back of your thigh, and smile dryly. "i think i might have some idea."
oscar laughs hoarsely, pulling his hands out from your dress to push it off your shoulders. it drops to the floor in an elegant heap.
he's is at a loss for words seeing it all for the first time. white lace adorning your body covering only the parts it needed to, ribbons curled and laced up your back, stockings pulled high on your thighs, dainty garters.
"baby...," oscar breathes, holding out his left hand for you to take. you slip your left hand into it, feeling the ridges of his wedding band scrape gently against the pads of your fingers, shivering. "jesus christ."
you do another little spin, feeling a little silly, but when oscar pulls you in by the small of your back, lips burning and hungry against yours, all your trepidation vanishes out the window.
oscar is impatient, cupping your jaw firmly in his hands, kissing down your jaw, pulling back your hair to kiss down your throat. he groans, feeling the thin lace under his fingertips.
"i wanna take all of this off of you, but you just look so beautiful," oscar mutters, holding you out at arm's length to drink it all in. "it feels like a crime."
you just laugh sweetly, enamored by oscar's declarations. "then i'll leave it on, just for you, my love." your hook your finger in the knot of his tie, tugging until it falls to the floor next to your dress. you press your lips lightly to the corner of his mouth, almost a kiss but not quite. teasing.
oscar shakes his head, grin lopsided as you crawl onto the bed, leaning against the pillows to watch him unbutton his dress shirt.
"you looked so handsome today," you muse, blushing as oscar continues to look over your body like you were a work of art. a masterpiece, even, like he had never seen something so beautiful in his brief lifetime. his fingers reach the last button on his shirt, and shortly it joins the other clothes in a pile on the floor.
oscar crawls in between your legs, brushing back a strand of your hair that's come loose from the swoopy knot at the back of your head. he's become so toned lately, and you marvel at the way the low-lighting illuminates the planes of his stomach and wide shoulders.
"god, you are so sexy," you say with a grin, laughing as oscar's next kiss cuts you off mid-sentence. he's all smiles, too, cupping the back of your head, running his hands down your body and toying with the ribbons and lace and gauze.
"my wife," oscar murmurs, pulling away a few millimeters. you feel the vibrations from his lips against your own, shivering. it feels like a promise coming from his lips, like something holy.
the love in your chest is almost too much to bear. it's not like you were short on love for oscar, but this was something new— a giddy, girlish feeling that left you breathless and hopeful.
wow. if he had you waxing poetic in your mind about married life maybe it really was over for you.
oscar takes his time exploring your body with his lips, sucking a few hickeys here and there across your collarbones, soothing them with his tongue. he pushes down on your bra, exposing your breasts to the cool air, licking around your nipples until they harden in his mouth.
"you are so beautiful for me...my pretty girl," oscar says, and it's hard to tell if he's talking to you or himself in disbelief. that through some divine intervention you could be all his.
"oscar," you whimper back, aching to feel all of him, wanting him to destroy your senses, ruin you in your pretty wedding lingerie, a sinful act against soft, white innocence. "need you."
"i am taking my time with you tonight, baby," oscar murmurs, smiling wickedly from where he's made his way down to your stomach. his thumbs press into your waist, breath hot against your skin. his face and neck are flushed, as he commits every soft sigh and whine that comes from your mouth to memory.
then he smiles wickedly, thumbs brushing over your hips and pelvis as he settles easily in between your thighs. "plus, there's something i've always wanted to do."
he hooks his fingers in the waistband of your panties—if you can even really call them that—pulling them down to your thighs, and groans seeing you bared to him. pretty. everything about you is pretty to him.
"kill me now, and i'd die happy," oscar mutters, pressing a kiss to the top of your thigh.
"you're such a sap," you tease, voice breathier than before as oscar slowly runs a thumb over your entrance, groaning at how wet you are already, dragging it up and over your clit. you inhale sharply, squirming, but oscar just smiles, holding you down with one firm hand.
"patience, darling," oscar murmurs. he circles your clit with the pad of his thumb so slowly, breath erratic in his own chest as you give yourself to him fully.
it feels a bit like you've taken something, but you're stone-cold sober save for a few glasses of champagne. this rushing feeling in your body is all oscar.
you hold back your moan, biting down hard on your lip as you wrap your fingers around oscar's wrist.
"i'm here, sweetheart," oscar murmurs, intertwining your fingers together. grounding you. "i wanna hear you."
the feeling is already so much, as warmth and pleasure spread slowly throughout your body. your hips cant into oscar's touch, desperate for more, needing more, but oscar continues touching you with featherlight pressure, slowly, slowly, slowly bringing you to the edge.
"oscar," you cry out, eyes squeezed shut, "osc–fuck, please–" you arch away from him, just shy of it being all too much, but oscar shushes you before pressing a finger into you.
you gasp, eyes flying open. your grip tightens on oscar's hand, your mouth falling open in pleasure. he presses in another, easily, moaning as he watches his fingers sink into your pretty pussy. his wedding band glints in the dim light, next to your flushed skin and he swallows hard.
all for him.
through heavy-lidded eyes you see the hard outline of his cock straining against his trousers, stifling another breathy moan as oscar curls his fingers into you.
"oh my fucking god," oscar says in disbelief as you press your head back into the pillow, spine arching, hands wrapped tightly around his wrist. seeing you laid out like this, needy, wanton, desperate for him goes straight to his dick. "you are so beautiful."
you laugh, the noise half of a moan, just sound of mind enough to rasp, "if you keep saying that i'm gonna ruin this bed spread."
oscar pulls himself up, capturing your lips in a heated kiss. "promise?"
"shut up," you say, pulling his mouth to your sternum, sighing as oscar curls his fingers deeper into your cunt, needing to be as close to him as possible.
your breasts strain against the flimsy fabric of your top as you squirm under oscar, ribbons cutting into your skin. oscar pulls away to watch your face with awe, watching how you bite your lip, how your brows twitch into an expression of bliss.
"so," oscar says, resting his forehead against yours, "beautiful, baby."
you're so close.
you're so close, and oscar can tell with how you've gone mute, body stiff as you press even closer into his chest. your skin is sticky with sweat, nail digging crescent moons into his shoulders.
"come for me, sweetheart," oscar mutters, his own brow furrowed in tandem with yours, nodding as your breathing quickens in your chest, shallow and weak. "want you to come for me."
you don't even make a sound as your orgasm hits you, too overcome with pleasure. your mind goes blank, aware of oscar's lips on your throat and his fingers in your cunt, fucking you through your high.
"there you go," oscar murmurs with a smile as you manage to peel your eyes open, still feeling the aftershocks of your release. the second wave of pleasure washes over you, and it feels a bit like taking your first breath as you let out a cry, winding your fingers tight in oscar's hair. "that's my girl."
"holy...shit," you say, utterly breathless. you feel a bit like you're floating above yourself, panting as oscar gently pulls his fingers from your cunt. you watch, dazed, as he brings his fingers to his mouth—notably, his middle and ring finger—licking off your arousal from where it glistens on his wedding band.
“you have no idea how long ive been waiting to do that,” oscar says
“you are such a freak,” you say, shoving at his shoulder. oscar just laughs before kissing you, licking into your mouth. you taste yourself on his tongue, sighing happily.
you grin, giddy, dumb, in love, as oscar plays with one of the many ribbons on your bra.
“so, mr. piastri,” you mumble against his mouth, “got anything else to check off?”
apparently lando is sick this weekend 😭 could we get some fluff about that? hope you’re well kait!
i have my thoughts on the race that i won't go into but he drove very well for someone who's been fighting sickness this weekend!! poor guy :(
lando norris x reader, 1.6k. mentions of illness but nothing descriptive. don't mind the lack of capitalization i wrote this on my phone lol
"baaaabe!"
you poke your head into the bedroom part of the hotel room at lando's hoarse voice.
curls a riot, tan skin rosy with sleep, eyes squinted half shut, he looks like he's just had a nice, long nap. well warranted, after touching down a few days ago and getting straight to work, even through the jet lag.
he'd fallen asleep on top of the covers as soon as he faceplanted on the bed a few hours earlier, full team kit and trainers still on, exhaustion evident after two practice sessions in the grueling singapore heat. those trainers had been kicked across the room at some point, but his papaya jumper looks significantly more rumpled now.
you lean against the doorway with a soft smile at his sleepy state. "what's up, love?"
he frowns, rubbing at his eye furiously. "i think i'm sick."
shit.
"are you sure? what're your symptoms?"
you're surely worried now as you pad over to his side, brows pinched in concern. feeling unwell is one thing, but getting sick right before one of the most physically challenging races on the calendar is a nightmare.
"feels like i'm swallowing sandpaper, and my head is pounding, and my bones hurt. those aren't supposed to hurt."
"no, they're definitely not," you agree, pressing your palm against his forehead. you're expecting him to be a little warm, but it feels like he's burning up under your touch. you sigh, pushing slightly damp curls away from his face to study him. sure enough, there's a sheen of sweat over his skin and his eyes are a little bloodshot, a little glassy. "i'll call jon and let him know."
"no, it's fine, i can—" his protests are cut off by a series of hacking coughs, and you wince. it even sounds like it hurts. "fuck."
"i will tell jon. you need to rest," you insist, firmer this time. lando looks like he wants to fight back, but doesn't because he knows you're right. "go change into comfier clothes. you must be boiling alive in all those layers. i mean, a hoodie in ninety percent humidity, lando?"
"regretting that decision right about now," he mutters, shucking off the material. his kit underneath is sweaty as well, and he lets out a frustrated noise from the back of his throat. "i think i'm just gonna go take a cold shower."
"good idea."
"kiss before i go?"
"and contract whatever illness you've got?" you scoff, arching a skeptical brow. "i love you, but no thank you."
lando musters a sly grin, shrugging on his way to the bathroom. "worth a shot."
by the time he reemerges with a cloud of steam in only a pair of soft shorts, you've already accomplished a handful of things.
you'd called lando's trainer, who materialized at the door in no time with an armful of hydration concoctions and a few approved supplements for lando to take to hopefully get him feeling as best he could. jon would've stayed longer, but both you and he know the busyness of a race weekend. you'd assured him you'd take very good care of your boyfriend.
you'd ordered some food from room service for lando to eat with the meds. nothing too extravagant, just some soup and a chicken wrap, because he never really is hungry when he's feeling poorly. but he does need to eat something.
you'd laid out your personal stash of helpful items for a bout of illness, hoping something would come in use. you're no stranger to traveling with lando to races, and with that came experience in knowing what to pack just in case. cooling compresses, tissues, things like that.
"feel better?" you ask, smiling warmly at lando. he looks a smidge better, a little more revitalized than before as he nods. then he squints at the multitude of items on the table, head cocking.
"did you pack a whole pharmacy in your suitcase, or something?" he jokes, voice scratchy. "oh, so you're my doctor now! didn't know they made 'em this hot. lucky me, huh?"
you roll your eyes at his flirting attempt, passing a bottled drink to him as he settles into the plush pillow on the bed. "here, drink this. jon says you need to keep hydrated."
"thanks, babe." lando smiles gratefully, before grabbing his phone off the bedside table. "i should call him, just keep him updated."
"he knows. i've told him already, and promised to send hourly updates on your condition. offered to send proof of life too, but he didn't seem too keen on that."
lando blinks blankly. you can picture the wheels turning in his head, wondering what to do next. "then i should look over the telemetry from fp2 again, see what i can fix next session. where's my—"
"tablet? i'm under strict instructions to have you rest as much as you can before tomorrow. that means no data for now. sorry, bub."
"...okay. what can i do, then?"
"eat something. take these meds, take a nap. let your body try to fight whatever is going through your system so you can feel the best you can in the car."
"so...do nothing?" he asks warily, rubbing at his nose. you nod. "that feels wrong on so many levels."
"doctor's orders," you hum, scooting closer to him. you open your arms, beckoning him towards you. "c'mere, i'll spoon you."
he shakes his head quickly. "i don't wanna get you sick, baby," he insists.
"don't be silly, lan."
"what happened to not wanting to get what i've got?"
"guess you'll just have to play hot doctor for me on your week off."
lando's mouth quirks up into a cheeky grin, and he nods. "uh, yeah, i can do that!"
and so you find yourself being used as lando's personal pillow, his head nestled comfortably on your chest, legs a tangled mess, arms tucked around you snugly as your fingers comb through his hair in slow, soothing motions.
even now, after a little bit of food and some medicine, he's still warm to the touch, but not uncomfortably so anymore. he seems in better spirits too, although still tired judging from the way his eyes flutter open and shut.
"m'sorry you got sick," you murmur, stroking a gentle hand down his arm.
he manages a sluggish half-shrug. "i'll survive. i've got the best doctor in the whole world to take care of me, don't i?"
"and don't you forget it."
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"you didn't drink anything during the race."
one side of lando's mouth quirks into a sheepish smile as he approaches you in mclaren hospitality after all his responsibilities are fulfilled. "noticed that, did you?"
"uh huh."
"sorry, doc. wasn't really feeling hot water at the time." he sets his bottle down on the table, grabbing both your hands to haul you to your feet for a hug. of course you wrap your arms around his shoulders in return, but you won't pretend he's off the hook.
though he did drive a phenomenal run just now, something you keep in mind as his lips find your ear to murmur words he doesn't quite want any cameras to pick up.
"i could've done more," he sighs. his chin finds the crook of your neck, big sigh exhaled against your skin.
you frown and pull back so he can see it, fingers brushing across his browline to smooth out the furrow between them. "you did everything you could."
"if i'd just had a few more laps, i could've—"
"lando."
"sorry. i know, i did my best, i just...wish my best was better. that's all." he shrugs, mouth pressing into a thin line.
"you did great. congratulations on the constructor's championship too." you press a kiss to one cheek, then the other when the first one gets him to smile. "proud of you!"
"thanks, baby. means a lot from you," he says gratefully, swiping a fond thumb over the apple of your cheek. "let me go get changed and we can get out of here. i just wanna go back to the hotel and sleep."
"no team celebrations?"
"the team are going out, but i kinda feel like shit right now, so. think i'll just see everyone back at mtc." he smiles again, but now you see the toll this race and whatever bug he's got has taken on him.
his skin is pale and clammy again, breaths labored, and he does look a bit nauseous.
lando is exhausted, physically and mentally—you can tell in the way he moves a little slower, takes a few more seconds to react to his surroundings. there's nothing more he wants to do than to be with them, but his body is telling him he's done for the day.
"they'll understand," you assure him, easing one of his arms around your shoulders and looping one of yours around his waist. he takes the support you give gladly, leaning on you as you maneuver through the common area full of people. "c'mon, let's get you changed."
"you're gonna help me?" he asks earnestly, perking up a little.
"not in the way you're thinking of, perv," you snort, giving his side a pinch that he whines at. "the second we get back to the hotel, i'm loading you with electrolytes and medicine, then you're gonna sleep for at least two hours."
"will the nice doctor also prescribe a back rub?"
"maybe. if you're good and take your medicine without moaning about the taste."
lando's face screws up into an expression of disgust. "but it's gross. it's not even flavored, or anything!"
"you want a back rub or not?"
"shoulders too?"
"sure, lan."
"m'kay, fine. i'll be a good boy."
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Would love to hear a bit more about some of these pedicure experiences you speak of 🫣
Honestly just having my feet handled in any way already makes me nervous about t-word lol. All parts of a pedi already have t-word risk, but the exfoliation part in particular never fails to do it 🥴 it’s the ultimate challenge for my stoicism lmao. Honestly I wouldn’t be able to do it if I wasn’t truly terrified of the thought of needing to explain my flinching.. and so out of sheer desperation I summon all the willpower, grit my teeth, and focus on my breathing LMAO. Usually I can make it through with enough mental prep XD !
If you’re looking for a story about one particular experience 👀 ..
One time I went to get a pedi with @puzz-ler and of course the one time I go with someone who knows all my secrets, the guy doing my pedi literally straight up asked “r u t-wordish?” AHDKS AND I WAS LIKE I GUESS MAYBE and he like kept talking about how it’s gonna tword LIKE
Before he did the scrubbing part he was like “ooOoOoo here comes the tortureee~” LMAO LIKE im over here looking at Rad like 😨🫨😵 CAUSE WHY IS HE TALKING LIKE THIS IS THIS REAL LIFE LMAO
So all this freaking lead up and fluster destroyed my resolve and I wasn’t able to be so stoic 🥴. JUST THIS ONE TIME 😤😫
