rien n'a autant d'importance running into lando norris— your ex— at a party gives you the perfect opportunity to remind him that there really is only one girl for him.
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cw: kinda toxic/possessive relationship, handjob, oral (m receiving), praise kink, dacryphilia, edging, fingering, semi public sex, cheating undertones, manipulation (tiny bit), whiny!lando, sub!lando (ish), mean!reader
note: hi nonnie! thank u so much for this request omfg i was literally soaked just imagining it. i hope its ok that i did change the slightest bit cause (due to personal experience— ew i know, so lameee ugh!) i don’t 100% love cheating. i hope u enjoy reading this as much as i enjoyed writing it<3
original request:
thinking about ex boyfriend! Lando finds reader in a party, he’s already with another girl and she knows that, so they both ended up in the bathroom and she gives him a blowjob, being all cocky because only she knows how to do it well, and she’s trying to act all innocent and telling him it’s only to teach his other girl so she makes him film her so the other girl can ‘learn’
“does she make you feel this good?”
the party is raging on happily beyond the bathroom door, but neither you or lando take particularly great notice of the bass thumping through your bones or the constant stream of chatter in the other room, getting louder and louder as people keep drinking.
you and fewtrell were still friends; a silly breakup didn’t change that. so, just like he’d done with all his other friends, he’d invited you to his party. it wasn’t for some big event or anything; "just because,” he’d told you with a smile.
his little apartment was crammed full of people, some of whom you didn’t recognise, more of whom you did. everyone had greeted you excitedly; you hadn’t really turned up to these things for a couple of months. you’d used work or school as excuses, but everyone knew the real reason.
your friend had been the one to show you the post; a fan account sharing a photo they’d found of lando with some girl on a date, sat in the shade at a cafe table.
you’d smiled brightly and told her you were “so over him,” as he clearly was you. she’d matched your smile and given you a big hug and told you how proud she was of you and that, “i know it hasn’t been easy, but he’s such a scumbag anyway. you’re so much better without him.”
you’d raised your coffee mug and cheersed her, laughing at getting away from him unscathed, but on the inside, you were absolutely fuming.
“i’m sorry, angel. i’m just getting too busy; i have so many things on, and i feel so exhausted all the time. i want you to have everything you deserve, but i just don’t have the time anymore to make that happen,” and then here he was, not even two months later, sharing this random girl’s fucking drink; a bright lipstick stain on the rim of the cup right under where his mouth was placed.
“don’t look fucking busy to me,” you’d hissed as you scrolled through the fanpage’s feed later that day.
post after post was dedicated to sightings of him. press events, races, selfies with fans, merch photoshoots, and that stupid date. you'd stalked through the account until you recognised the pictures as being screenshotted from your own stories, and told yourself that was that, and there was nothing else to be done.
you hadn’t expected lando to be here tonight. from the way he’d paled when you made eye contact, then darted off, hoping you wouldn’t follow him, he hadn’t either.
of course, because you didn't live to appease him, you’d trailed behind him from room to room, keeping a healthy distance until he was alone. then you’d cornered him and dragged him into the closest room that would provide you both privacy— the guest bathroom.
one thing had led to the next, and you find yourself in the position you’re in now; on your knees in front of him, one hand stroking along his weeping cock, the other pressed against his thigh for support.
“i was trying to move on…” lando manages, throwing his head back with a groan as you press a kiss to his tip, right on the slit. you lick your bottom lip as you pull away and taste salt.
“is that why you went on that date? to move on?”
your hand keeps stroking him as you talk, your eyes trained on his face as he struggles to articulate himself.
“use your words, lan.”
a few tears fall from his eyes as he whines for you to keep going.
“i’m sorry!” bursts from his lips, “oli set it up; he said i needed to stop moping! i didn’t know there would be paps; i think she called them herself, i-“
he cuts himself off with a choke at a particularly sharp flick of your wrist.
“she’s pretty, lan.”
he doesn’t reply, eyes wide and brows scrunched together as he tries to figure out where you’re going with this. you don’t stop fisting his cock, sticky precome dripping down your hand.
“did you fuck her?”
he shakes his head desperately, tears rolling down his cheeks at the stimulation you're giving him.
“lando, words.”
“i didn’t!”
really? you stop all of a sudden, contemplating the new information he’s just revealed to you.
“…have you fucked anyone else since me?”
he sniffles at the question and shifts on his feet.
“lando.”
god, it’s getting exhausting having to constantly remind him of his manners.
“yes.”
his reply is so quiet that if you hadn’t been listening with pricked ears, you might’ve mistaken it for just a breath passing his lips.
“was that a yes?”
to be fair, you have as well. and you’re not going to punish him for taking advantage of being single, but he doesn’t have to know that.
“did you enjoy it?”
he frowns, then shakes his head gloomily. god, this is getting more interesting by the second.
“and why not, lan?”
lando hesitates, biting down on his tongue as he mentally debates himself on whether to tell you or not. the part of him that still wants to be a good boy for you wins out.
“no one else’s been able to make me come; there’s something wrong… i-i don’t know.”
he averts his gaze, almost shamefully, missing the smile that creeps along your mouth.
“oh, you poor thing, lan. that must be really hard, huh?”
he sniffles again, pitifully.
feeling sorry for him, your hand resumes stroking up and down, and you take pleasure in watching the emotion on his face contort from shame to satisfaction. he opens his mouth to reply to your last question when the doorknob rattles, followed by a series of hard knocks.
“hello?! i need to take a shit!”
lando’s eyes widen even more at the sound of one of his friends’ voices on the other side.
your hand doesn’t stop moving up and down; lando’s flies up to his mouth to muffle himself, eyebrows knitting together at the prospect of being caught. you reach up and push it away, probably more forcefully than you needed to.
“don’t even think about it,” you hiss, before licking a wet stripe up the underside of him, balls to tip. his mouth drops open at the feeling of your warm tongue, then you’re taking his cock in your mouth and sucking hard.
you can hear his nails scratching at the wood of the door as he scrambles for purchase; something, anything to ground himself as your head bobs up and down on his cock.
the doorknob rattles once more, then falls silent. you pull off with a ‘pop’ and smile up at him.
“good boy, lan. so good.”
his eyes are still shut tight, but a small, proud smile appears on his face at the praise. you reward him by returning to his cock, trying to suppress your gag reflex each time he hits the back of your throat.
he’s assumed he’s allowed to be loud now, breathy moans leaving his perfect lips as he throws his head back, overwhelmed by pleasure.
an idea pops into your head and your mouth is moving before you can contain it, pulling off him to rest your cheek against his flushed tip.
“why don’t you film this, honey?”
lando’s eyes fly open, taken aback by your suggestion.
“yeah,” you’re rolling the idea around in the back of your mind.
you decide you like it and you want to keep going, “get your phone out, lando; let’s film this for the next girl you go out with. show her how to make you come like i do, yeah?”
he’s shaking like a leaf, poor thing, but you don’t let up. one hand comes up to stroke just the base of his cock, knuckles brushing against your cheek as you do so.
“i mean, you’re moving on from me. if you fuck her, you should at least come in her, right, honey? so let’s help her learn. give her a lesson on how to treat you properly, lan.”
you’re pretty convinced your words are going in one ear and going out the other. he seems more focussed on not busting prematurely to properly take in what you’re saying.
you’ve had enough of his disobedience.
“lando, do you want to come?”
it’s not so much a question as it is a threat, and lando recognises it, eyes flying open as your words finally get through the thick fog of pleasure.
he nods desperately, tears pricking at his eyes again. what a crybaby.
“yes— fuck, yes, please; don’t just leave me here!”
it’s not illogical for him to be so worried; you can recall many a party in the past, just like this one, where you’d left him hard and leaking on a whim.
you pull your hand away now and he chases after it with his hips before whining, defeated.
“get your fucking phone out, lando.”
he fumbles around in his pants pocket for his phone and passes it to you obediently. you reward him with another kiss to his cock. he shudders at the contact.
staring at his lockscreen, you type in the passcode he’d had during your relationship— your birthday—, not necessarily expecting it to work. the screen slides up and you find yourself on his homescreen.
“i thought you were moving on, honey. what’s this?”
blush coats his cheeks as he glances away from you and the unlocked phone you hold in your hand.
“i haven’t changed it yet. was gonna… just got used to it.”
how cute.
“you wanna be good for me? you wanna help your girl learn?”
he nods again, though he’s slower to agree, like he doesn’t like everything what you’re saying. it’s funny; how he thinks his opinion matters.
you start off jerking him slowly, watching as he draws his lip between his teeth, his hands shaking as he struggles to press record. you hear the little ding sound and the flash shines in your eyes as he finally starts filming, and you feel yourself get wetter than you should at the knowledge that you’re on camera.
you start by mouthing slowly at his head, enjoying how much he struggles to maintain any semblance of composure. he squirms as your tongue passes over his tip, hands flexing as he fights the incessant urge to rush you.
you know the exact moment his patience runs out; he pushes his hips forward, forcing himself past your lips. you glare up at him from the base of his pelvis, mouth split open by his thick cock, but don’t make any move to stop and scold him.
instead, you take it in stride, taking a deep breath through your nose before pulling off almost all the way, then back down again. lando lets out a heavy sigh as your mouth moves around him, warm and hot.
you glance up and notice the phone drifting off-course, filming more of the bathtub than you, so you stop, balls-deep, and frown at him through the camera until he gets the memo. when he points it back at your face, you smile as best you can, wide-eyed and innocent like this is something casual for you, before returning to the task at hand.
he keens at you and thrusts his hips forward, desperate, and you gag as he hits the back of your throat. this earns him a hard swat to the thigh, to which he babbles out a, “sorry, fuck-,” before you take him even deeper.
you take his free hand and hold it against your neck, pushing his palm flat against the bulge that appears as his cock slides down your throat over and over.
“oh fuck- oh my god...”
his cock twitches in your mouth as he feels you take him entirely.
you kind of regret the whole filming thing now; you can’t see his pretty face anymore when you glance up, just a blinding light in your face and a dark lens staring at you.
he’s squirming more and more, and you know he’s close; he’s getting so loud. his moans are becoming more choked as he nears his peak, and he sets the phone down with a slam against the marble countertop; his hands fly down to grip at your hair. you almost think to stop and tell him off, but this is a special occasion, you suppose.
“fuck, please let me come; please, please,” he begs you.
you pull off him just enough to murmur at his tip, “i don’t know, honey. do you deserve it?”
he nods pathetically, pushing his hips forward to get the slightest bit of stimulation from you, ignoring the sensitivity of your lips mouthing at his head.
you decide to be cruel.
a sob escapes him as you lean back on your heels, away from him, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand.
“but what about your girl, lando?”
you glance towards his phone, abandoned on the edge of the sink, probably still rolling.
“fuck, she’s not my girl; i don’t care about her. fuck her- fuckin’- please!”
your head tilts to the side, and your eyes drift up, pretending to think about it.
“mm, no. that’s not very fair to her, is it?”
the tears start up again; this time out of frustration. his brain isn’t working nearly hard enough for him to think of what the right thing to say is. instead, when he opens his mouth, what comes out is a pitiful, ragged gasp.
“what are you gonna do to convince me you deserve it, lan? ‘cause… i don’t think you’re doing a very good job of it right now.”
his eyes squeeze shut as he racks his brain for what you want to hear.
“move back in with me. i’ve missed you so bad, angel— fuck!”
you thumb swipes over his leaking slit, smearing precome over his sensitive head. still not good enough. he hisses and whines again.
“please-, i can’t live without you. i need you. i need you, angel!“
his lip is raw from biting down on it, his lashes wet from crying.
“i’m sorry, i’m sorry. i was wrong; i was so wrong to end it! i miss you all the time, i regret it every day; i’m so sorry, please come back, please, please-“
you hum, finally satisfied with his grovelling, and hollow your cheeks as you take all of him in your mouth again. hands in your hair holding you in place, lando’s hips take over as he chases his own pleasure, bucking forward, forcing his cock down your throat. your jaw goes slack and you finally allow him take what he wants from you; just a hole for him to empty his balls in.
“thank you, thank you, thank you-“ he’s babbling as he gets closer, like he always does, “fuck, angel; love you, thank you, love you-”
he finally comes with a broken cry, hot come spurting in your mouth. his hips don’t stop, prolonging his orgasm for as long as possible after months of being unable to. your pussy clenches on nothing as he pulses against your tongue.
you manage to swallow half of his seed, coating your mouth in the bitter taste of him. the other half oozes out of the corners of your mouth, and you jerk your head to the side to avoid getting any on your dress. his cock slides out of your mouth easily, leaving a soreness in the back of your throat when you swallow.
you look up at lando. his legs are shaking and his eyes are trained on you, following your every movement like a dog would it’s master.
“such a good boy, lan. come here, honey.”
at your command, he slides down to the ground to meet you, and when his knees settle against your own, you kiss him finally.
a relieved whine escapes him as he melts into your touch, shoulders sagging and body leaning towards yours. he’s kissing you desperately, trying to communicate months of dissatisfaction with his tongue as he pushes it into your mouth, running along your teeth. his hands grab at the front of your dress, trying to pull you closer, ever closer.
he tilts his head down and away from you, so your lips end up on his cheek. you open your mouth to complain until you feel his tongue dart out and licks up his own come from your chin. you smile against his stubble. maybe he hasn’t lost all his manners after all.
his mouth returns to yours and the taste gets mixed in with your saliva and his. you can’t help but moan as everything familiar sinks in, and you realise lando’s back. he's here, with you. emboldened by your noises, his teeth nip at your lip; not hard enough to draw blood, but not softly either. his arm sneaks around your waist, settling at your hip.
it stays there for not even five seconds.
he trails it slowly down, drawing little patterns on your thigh as he edges towards your cunt, trying to be inconspicuous. you only notice subconsciously his fingers dancing along your panties, light against the wet spot right on the front of them, or your hips canting up, aching for him to touch you like he used to do.
your hands fly up to either side of his face as lando pulls your panties to the side and pushes his index in in one go. his mouth stills against yours once he’s buried up to the knuckle, waiting for you to stop him. when you don’t show any signs of wanting to, he curls his finger up tentatively. a sigh leaves your lips as even just one of his fingers fills you up in the way you’re used to.
taking your sounds as permission to continue, he pushes his tongue back past your lips as he drives his thick finger in and out of your sopping wet pussy. his teeth clack against yours as he swallows down all the noises you’re making.
he pulls out suddenly, and his mouth leaves yours again; this time to take his slick-covered finger in his mouth, tongue swirling around his knuckle as he licks up every trace of you. you pant heavily, taking the opportunity to catch your breath as you watch him with half-lidded eyes, on his knees in front of you. your tongue runs over your swollen bottom lip, feeling every mark left by his teeth, and your pussy clenches, wanting him back in her now.
you reach out for him, and his hand drops from his mouth as you near. you pull him towards you by the chin, tapping at his lips— still wet from a mix of your slick and his saliva— when you're happy with how close he is.
his jaw hangs open on command, and his eyes dart down to your lips expectantly. pleased with his retained obedience, you kiss the tip of his nose gently before prying his mouth open wider, and spitting.
he moans happily as his tongue rolls your saliva around his mouth, before he swallows and shows you.
“mm, such a good boy, aren’t you?”
you don’t mean to say it out loud, but lando hears all the same. his pupils get impossibly darker, and he all but lunges back at you, pushing you against the side of the tub as he connects your mouths together again.
your fingers find his hair and pull, earning a desperate whine from him just as his index and middle fingers push back into you with no resistance. his hand starts pumping in and out and you gasp into his open-mouthed kisses, back arching off the porcelain skirt as he hits your g-spot like he never forgot how to. you can feel his hardening cock against your hip, eager to fuck you again after so many months.
as much as you also want that, you tear yourself away from him as the amount of time you two have spent in this bathroom suddenly occurs to you. any longer and either someone will get max to unlock the door because they really need to piss, or max himself will find you as he’s cleaning up the apartment afterwards.
a string of spit connects your mouths still, until your finger comes up and twists itself around it, breaking as it gets too thin. his fingers slip out of you with a wet squelch and your cunt mourns being full already. you push yourself off the ground, brushing your knees of imaginary dirt. lando remains where he is, crumpled on the ground, chest heaving.
“come on, clean yourself up.”
you grab a towel, neatly folded by the sink, and throw it at him. he takes a moment to get to work, but does as you say, rubbing at his face first, then cleaning the excess amounts of your slick off his hand, and finally drying off his spit-covered cock. you smooth your hair down in the mirror, and pull your dress down, trying to look like you haven’t just hooked up with your ex in your friend’s bathroom.
lando gets up slower than you had, and pulls his trousers back up his hips. another little ding from his phone as he picks it up tells you that, like you had suspected, it had been recording even after lando had tossed it aside.
“you okay?”
lando sniffs one more time to compose himself, and nods, taking your hand in his as you unlock the door and step out.
there’s no one lingering around the bathroom, thank god— they would surely ask what the two of you were doing in there, but as you make your way through to the living room where everyone else is, you don’t miss the shocked looks the two of you get from the other partygoers, each of whom knows about your messy breakup.
“lando! i’ve been looking for…” max’s sentence dies off in his throat as takes notice of who lando’s with.
“max! isn’t this great? you always throw such a good party; thanks for the invite, babe.”
you let go of lando’s hand to wrap your arms around max’s neck. he hugs you back just a second too slow.
“hi love. i, uh… i didn’t know this was a thing again?” he gestures to the two of you when you step back to lando’s side.
lando smiles cockily, an aura of confidence around him, and entwines your hand with his again, the whiny boy in the bathroom completely gone from sight.
“well, we ran into each other earlier and got to talking and, honestly, mate? i didn’t realise how bad i missed my angel.”
he presses a kiss to the side of your head as he says the last part, making you blush at the attention. max eyes the two of you suspiciously, like he knows something, but shrugs and decides to drop it.
“well, as long as you’re both happy, i’m happy.”
you nod eagerly at him, then at lando, who’s doing the same as you. you’re sure you both look goofy as hell, like a couple of bobbleheads.
max looks weirded out. whether it’s from the sudden rebirth of your relationship or the way the two of you are acting, you’re not sure.
you make your escape before things get even more awkward tonight.
“bye, max! nice to see you again; i’m sure lando can fill you in later! love you!” you push lando in some random direction, speaking quickly so max can’t interrupt.
his hand raises in a half-arsed wave, and you think you hear an affectionate, “weirdos,” before you’re out of earshot.
taking charge once you’re both around the corner, lando grabs your hand and clears a path to the kitchen, where he rummages around in max’s cupboards for two glasses and pours you a drink before doing the same for himself.
you take a sip, the first thing you’ve tasted that’s not lando in at least an hour and a half, and sigh happily. he leans against the counters, watching your throat bob as you swallow down the alcohol.
“you know we’re gonna need to have a proper talk,” you posit, glancing at him over the rim of your glass.
he nods, a serious expression on his face very unbefitting him.
“and you should probably delete that video.”
lando pretends to think about it, before his face splits with another cheeky smile.
“mm… nah.”
“lando.”
he pulls you in by the waist and presses another kiss to your cheek. he dwells for a second, breathing in your scent before carrying on.
“it’s really hot. i might keep it for when i’m alone at a race and missing you, angel.”
you roll your eyes before realising how happy you are to be falling back into a familiar dynamic with him. lando seems to come to the same realisation at the same time, smiling softly down at you as his arm comes up to rest on your shoulders.
“will you come over tonight?” he murmurs into your hair.
you make a face at him, “…what?”
lando shrugs at you like it’s obvious, “saves you having to drive tomorrow morning.”
“okay… um, remind me again why i’m coming to your place at all tomorrow?”
“well, we have to talk, right? might as well get it out of the way as soon as possible. plus, we wouldn’t have to do it in a bathroom at mine.”
he waggles his eyebrows as he says the last bit, clearly looking forward to continuing where you’d left off earlier. you respond to his confidence with a pat on the arm, and take another sip of your drink.
“let’s just see how the night turns out, okay?”
it’s not a no, and from the way you catch him grinning into his drink, he knows it just as much as you.
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