Absolute Beginner [LN4]
summary: You're inexperienced and open up that secret to Lando. From the moment you admit that you want his fingers and dick inside of you he is on a mission to make it worth it. He'd only let himself have you if he can make you ruin the sheets.
fem!Reader x Lando Norris (4.2k)
Warnings: Smut 18+ MDNI, first time, fingering, squirting (the actual Kinktober prompt for this), inexperienced reader, reader can blush, bit of angst about being inexperienced, awkwardness, idiots in love, friends-to-lovers, overstimulation, I'm really proud of this one aaaah
"Wait, you're the same age as me, this gorgeous and still a virgin? And you're telling me it's not by choice?" Lando looked at you exasperated in his big hoodie and sweatpants. You were sitting on his couch with him after trying out Split Fiction together. Somehow the conversation had turned from this game to the last game of the same developer 'It takes two', then to the topic of marriage and then to the fact you'd never gotten remotely close enough for that with anyone. You'd become friends only in recent months and you always waited longer with that piece of information. But in this case it would be even more devastating to see him react badly, because you couldn't deny the crush you had on him that you wished you could just get past already.
"Yup. Never even been asked out on a date." His jaw went slack, incredibly offended on your behalf. "But you're, like, such a pretty girl?" You shrugged, "I also don't take shit. Maybe that energy scares them off." He mustered you neutrally, "Love, that's never held most men back from trying." You shrugged, "Meh. Maybe I'm just not meant to be with someone currently and the universe is protecting me." He frowned a little at that, "You really think that?" You looked at your hands in your lap, "I mean with how most men have treated my friends I'm almost a bit glad?" You saw him nod in your peripheral vision, "Yeah, I guess that makes sense. You deserve someone who will appreciate you and doesn't just, I don't know, see you as some sort of decoration." You have him a thin-lipped thankful smile, "Yeah. Either that or nothing."
He pulled his knees to his chest in the silence, "You afraid of staying single forever?" You mustered him, "I mean, not really. I'm really happy alone most of the time. Just sometimes wish I had someone when shit hits the fan." He nodded like he understood. Your mouth opened, then closed, then you said it, "But it does kinda fuck with my head that nobody's ever even tried to kiss me. Makes me feel like something's wrong with me." There was shock and then a pang of pain in his eyes for a split second, then a frown of worry, "Nothing's wrong with you. Nothing. I promise." You nodded with your eyes back on your fidgeting hands. He sighed, "That's actually bloody infuriating to hear. Sure, you have a knack for bullying men around you but nobody's ever stopped and thought 'hey, let me ask that one to hang out'? Fuckin' mental." You huffed with a smile, "I don't even get asked if I have a partner or anything, so like, people don't even seem to vaguely think about it. But then again, I've never been someone that is at a lot of social events." His jaw tensed, "Yeah, I see how that messes with your head." You nodded, "Everyone wants to be wanted."
He moved a bit closer, arm snaking around your waist, head landing on your shoulder, "You're an angel. Don't let men's collective stupidity get to you." You chuckled, "I'm sure the right person will be worth it." He peeked up at you, then nodded. You leaned your head on his, smushing down his curls. Curiosity won out in his head, "D'you have a crush on anyone currently? You know, like, what kinda things do you like in people?" You sighed, "Yeah. I haven't had one in a while. The current one, uh, I don't know. Gentle, chaotic, cute. I definitely prefer men radiating neurodivergent energy. But soft and careful. You know? Like, will dance in the living room at 2am but will take care of me appropriately when I'm sick." He nodded. "Like someone that'll just excitedly pick you up when he has too much energy but also curls up with you?" You huffed with a smile, "Yeah. Chaos gremlin soft boy. Golden Retriever and orange cat vibes mixed together." He chuckled, "Sounds awfully familiar." You nodded, staying silent. He didn't have to know. He was not the only one fitting that bill.
"But like, please don't have a crush on Fewtrell, yeah?" You snorted at that, "Don't worry, he's not my type. He's a little too...self-curated. Not quite that chaotic in the ADHD sense." Lan subconsciously pushed his curls closer against your neck, "Also not single." You chuckled, "Yeah, I don't really crush on taken men. Not my style unless it's a celebrity crush."
There was a silence in the room. Not awkward, but also not relaxed. "Hypothetically..." The Brit threw into the silence after a while, "...would you date someone like me? Only hypothetically, I don't wanna make you uncomfortable." You nodded, "Probably." He wiggled a bit, clearly giddy about what he was about to say, "So...have you ever thought about it?" You peeked down at him on your shoulder with his eyes closed and a smile on his face, "Sure." He frowned confused and looked back up at you, "Wait, really? I was just joking." You shrugged with your free shoulder, "I assess most people I'm close with." "Oh? So how did I do in my assessment?" You huffed with a smile, "Pretty alright. Minus points for dropping out and being a bit too handsy when overly excited." He giggled, "Fair points."
There was a contemplative silence. "You definitely deserve someone less stupid than me." He was grinning saying it. "I hate to say it, but I don't want my partner to be smarter than me. Like a specialist in some thing I know nothing about? Sure. Smarter in general knowledge? No." He chuckled, "You hate pretentious men." You laid your head back down on his, sighing a "Yeah."
Both of you were soaking in the comfortable little cuddle you had. "I would date you, probably. You're a good egg." He mumbled a bit sleepy from the warmth. Your heart dropped. "Really?" His face came up, a small frown on it, "Yeah, I mean..." His eyes nervously darted around, "You're kind of... it, you know? Why do you think I'm so bloody shocked about you being treated so oddly?" You averted his eyes, "I don't know. I thought maybe you also... found me weird." There was a breathy, confused, "What?" Then a "Is that what you think people think about you?" You looked at his deeply concerned face and opened your mouth but you didn't know how to answer that so you opted for intense nodding.
He gently grabbed your face, making you look at him, "Hey, look at me. You are NOT weird. You are pretty, smart and chaotic and cute and soft, but not weird. Never weird. Okay?" You looked down and nodded. "You're an angel. You're kissable. You're worthy of nice dates and being someone's wife." You were still averting your eyes, "Okay." He took his hands off your face. Somehow that felt like a little stab to the heart. Part of you hoped that he'd do something to prove his words right.
He grabbed your hands in his, "...I'd prove it to you if you'd let me." Your eyes shot up. "Not that I... fuck, I mean not that I'm just trying to prove your mind wrong out of pity. That's not...That's not my– I'm not saying that because of–" He wasn't finding the words. You frowned and angled your head sideways. "I don't want you to think that I'm just saying that to make you feel better. I mean it. You're the last person I'd want to play with. You're too fucking precious for that. I–" He sighed, "I give up on trying to say this correctly."
You gave him a soft, almost teasing smile, "You sure? Feels an awful lot like just doing it because the opportunity arose?" He heavily shook his head, "No. Nonono. I already thought you were cute before this. I promise. I just thought I'd overstep a line if I... I mean I'm not necessarily having the best reputation. I thought you'd reject me or I'd ruin a friendship that you cared about. I don't wanna be that guy... that makes you feel like he's only friends with you because he wanted to fuck you. I want to be friends if you only want to be friends. That's okay too. I promise." He almost fell over his own words trying to explain himself so you wouldn't take anything the wrong way. "Like, we don't– You don't have to say yes. I just– I just thought maybe– maybe you feel similar. We, uh, we can forget about the entire situation if you want. Yeah? Sometimes my mouth is just quicker than my brain."
You whispered, "I was just teasing, Lan. I was even smiling saying it, c'mon." He blinked, then burst out, "You make me nervous, alright? So nervous. I feel like I have to think about anything I say three times before I say it so I don't look like an absolute idiot in front of you. You're so...I don't know, delicate? I don't wanna... I– especially now that I know you've never– I don't wanna ruin anything for you. You deserve the best from me and–"
"Lan... Lan..." You grabbed his chin to interrupt him. He shut up and gave you confused puppy eyes, "I'm the one that's supposed to be nervous like that, not you." "You're not... upset?" He asked carefully and you frowned, "No, why would I be? My crush just told me he thinks I'm precious and cute." The realization hit him, both of you blushing. "Oh, I'm stupid, wow." A self-deprecating smile formed on his face. You chuckled at that as he mentally found his footing again, "Fortunately you seem to be into that." Now you were laughing, "Your specialt–" You were cut off by his face softly melting against yours like a puzzle piece.
His hands were gently holding you, more firm than he usually was when he casually touched you. Gently you were pushed to lay down with him, his hand on your jaw softly directing you in what to do and where to move. His tongue slipped into your mouth and he was patiently showing-by-doing. You were both panting, humming and sighing into each other's mouths. He let up from you, forehead against yours, "See? Nothing wrong with you." You giggled at that, "Yeah." He pushed a soft kiss onto your swollen lips, "Lemongrass lip balm is a new one." Now you were laughing.
He took the opportunity of your head falling back to press kisses along your jawline, then behind your ear, "Can I make a mark?" His soft voice was in your ear with a sense of familiarity. "Mhm." You felt the sensitive skin of your neck being gently pressured as he drew circles in your hair with his thumb. You sighed and relaxed your body, "I like it." He hummed in response, still not done. His other hand grabbed yours off his neck and softly pinned it down, squeezing you fingers softly in a reassuring manner. He let go of you, whispering a chills-inducingly soft, "Mine."
"Yours, huh?" You raised a brow and he pushed himself up to meet your eyes. A slightly nervous smile and lip-bite was directed at you. "Damn, I really do make you nervous." You giggled and hid your grin behind a hoodie paw. "You do." He smiled feeling caught and gave you a peck on your cheek.
You attentively looked at his lovey dovey eyes that were directed down at you, "What's on your mind right now? What d'you wanna do?" He made an innocent face, "Kinda wanna kiss you dizzy." You were still hiding behind the sweater paw, "That's it?" There was a playful glint in his eyes, "Why? D'you wanna do something else?" Your cheeks heated up, "Nope. Not at all." He dove back to your neck, pressing kisses into it, "Talk to me, baby." You sighed, "Have you ever thought about it?" You felt the smile against your neck, "Many times." "In– In what way?" One of his hands firmly grabbed into your waist, "D'you mean what I imagined or in which context?" You answered breathy and almost inaudible, "Both." He whispered, "Tell me if you did first." "Yes." You could feel the big grin and then heard a "Not so innocent, huh?" He pressed more kisses into your skin, "I've thought about you in that orange dress from the beach afterparty you came to an abnormal amount of times when getting off." Your body tensed at that, "Yeah?" "Yeah. And that one picture you posted where you're wearing my merch hoodie." He softly bit you. "And that one time you wore that red swim suit. God, dunno how I survived that day." He littered your collarbone with kisses, then murmured a, "What's been going through your pretty head?"
He went in for another hickey, this time grabbing you closer firmly. You hummed, "Just imagined what you'd feel like." His hips softly rolled against yours and you felt what you had done to him. It made you nervous, but it made you confident a bit more than it made you nervous. "Just you inside of me. Gosh, your big fingers or your dick honestly." He pressed himself against you with a hum that sounded like purring. "Bloody hell, I wanna ruin you until you squirt all over my bed." He forcefully grabbed into your hips, listening to your gasp. "Don't deserve you if I can't make you do that." He sounded possessive, strained, needy. "Please." You whimpered, hand in his hair as he kissed across your cheek to your mouth. He looked at you intently, cheeks flushed and lips pink, "You sure?" You nodded, "Just don't disappoint me." You both grinned at each other before he grabbed you off the couch and into his bedroom.
With your legs still around his waist you got rid of your hoodie. His eyes suddenly forgetting where your face was. You giggled, "Don't run into something." He bit his lip with a grin looking up, "My bad, they're just really..." He squeezed your thighs he was holding. "Meh, I could do with less of them." You shrugged as he set you both down in the bed. "They're fucking nice though." He took his hoodie off. His face clearly thrown off by how you kept looking at his eyes. You didn't care much for how his body looked, you liked HIM, his stupid cute face and the way he talked.
"Are you...more of a visual or sensory person?" He asked leaning back down to you. "Sensory, I'm pretty sure. At least I don't really care for the visuals in anything porn-related." You shrugged. He nodded, "Alright. Do you like when I do this?" He traced your skin above the hem of your sweatpants and your muscles reacted. "Mhm."
"If you feel more comfortable at any point closing your eyes, do it, yeah? I know this feels awkward the first few times." He mumbled after kissing you behind your ear. "You're so gentle." You sighed and he huffed, "Of course, you're precious."
His mouth left marks on your collarbone before he captured your lips again, making you go dizzy. You could feel how badly he wanted his body between your thighs as he pressed his whole body against you. "Lan, please." He huffed with a soft grin, "You okay with me taking your clothes off?" You nodded at his endeared facial expression. You trusted him. More deeply than you expected.
He was so gentle with his fingers going under the hem of your sweatpants and panties. Eyes focused on not hurting or scratching you. You could watch him process you visually like a gift being unwrapped. He looked, nervous? Excited, in love, definitely horny, but also nervous. He swallowed, "Fuck, you're gorgeous." He crawled to lay down next to you. Kissing you as his hand wandered around your lower abdomen and inner thighs. You whined a little impatiently and he chuckled into the kiss before his hand started massaging your clit. A gasp escaping you. "Tell me if something feels bad or painful, yeah?" He murmured as you melted into the pillow. He listened to the way you were breathing, watched the way your face and body reacted. "Relax, baby. 's that good?" He muttered as you were starting to shake a little. "Mhm." "You okay if I put my fingers inside of you?" You whined in response and he huffed amused and accomplished as he started gently pushing two fingers into you.
He curled them inside of you, trying to figure out where you needed him most. The heel of his hand pushing against your clit with each movement. "I don't–" You sighed, "–come from penetration." He kissed your cheek, "Got it, but let me at least see if I can prove you wrong." You chuckled, before softly moaning at what he'd just done. He pressed the same spot again, your jaw became slack. "Don't underestimate these hands, baby." Your soft spot was so deep inside of you, toys made for it probably had a weird time reaching it right and you yourself definitely couldn't. But he and his giant hands definitely could. "That feels so good." He kept doing it, watching your arch your back and tense your muscles. "Gooorgeuous. My god you're pretty when you stretch your body out like that." "Please, Lan." You whimpered and he kissed your cheek, movements becoming faster as you started panting and whimpering for him. "C'mon, need you all soaked." He spurred you on before you started breathing uncontrollably deep, squeezing his fingers inside of you.
"Pretty girl. Let me make sure you're comfortable with me." He pressed a third finger into you, massaging you open. "So soft." You whispered and he gave you a kiss. "Always, baby. You need to be comfortable." "That felt so good." You mumbled. "If you're patient I'll manage to hit that spot the way you want." You squirmed and had him chuckle. "And once you do?" You asked breathy with your eyes closed. "Depends on what you'll want, hm?" He nuzzled your face before his fingers left you and he grabbed something out of his nightstand. No surprises there.
"Out of curiosity." He was still busy with protection, "How wide can you spread your legs?" You peeked your eyes open at him with a smirk before demonstrating it to him, "Jesus Christ, bloody hell." "You're certainly going to hell for sending me to heaven." You joked and he snorted.
He crawled between your legs, grabbing a throw pillow and pushing it beneath your lower back. "Good lord, I could eat you up." He commented looking down at you. You chuckled before he grabbed your thighs the way he wanted them. "Relax, baby. I got you. Tell me if anything hurts."
He started pushing into you in gentle motions, drawing circles into your skin where he was holding you. "That okay?" His voice was strained asking. "Yeah." You sighed, having expected more pain instead of the slight stretch you were feeling. He leaned down to be face-to-face with you. "And? Feels how you imagined?" He grinned and you opened your eyes with a soft laugh, "The man attached is gentler than I expected." He huffed, kissing you softly, "Can I move or do you need a bit?" You nodded, "Need you to find that angle, huh?" You were smirking at each other before he kissed you again and started softly moving with you. His hands adjusting your angle, his hips adjusting themselves. Both of you panting at the sensations. If felt unfamiliar yet comfortable being connected with someone else.
Your body let out an uncontrolled moan before you caught up to the fact he'd found the right spot. "Now, do you want me to be gentle or do you want me to show you what I've been thinking about?" You giggled, "Both." He smiled at you, "Alright, but don't feel guilty if you can't finish, yeah? I'll take care of that." You nodded as he started more pointedly thrusting into you. He made you a whimpering mess for several minutes, your hands grabbing into his shoulders.
"You're everything I imagined." He murmured before whimpering himself. He slowly became a little rougher, soft moans spilling out of you, then him. "You're doing great, baby." He cooed as he started pounding into you. You moaned in the neediest way you didn't even know you could. "That's right, baby." He spurred you on as you clawed into his back. "Don't stop." You whined and heard how much his movements where shacking you. "I got you. Let go, I got you." He pressed out between pants. You felt like you were losing your mind, head squirming in the pillow, "I can't– oh my god, I–" With a forced inhale your body locked up under his as he kept going. "Just like that, baby." He got out before he himself stuttered in his movements. "Just like that." He stilled inside of you, kissing you with a gentle intensity you didn't expect. "I didn't think I could... do that?" You uttered still catching your breath. He was smiling, "Love proving you wrong about your own body."
You giggled at that, but then he became serious, "No seriously, let me see if I can make you squirt." He seemed determined, you were a bit speechless. "I need your permission to try. Might feel a bit...too much. But I meant it. I won't let myself have you if I can't make you do that." "What if I can't?" You nervously bit your lip. He gave you a soft smile, "I'll try another time." "What're you gonna..." He smiled wider, "I mean I'll keep attacking your sweet spot. The overstimulation might feel like too much. It's a bit stressful on the body. Did you drink enough today?" You blushed hard, "Uh, yeah." "Can I try? You can tell me to stop. And if it doesn't work we can try with toys another time, yeah?" He was so eager, you didn't even want to say no. You felt safe. "Okay." "Alright, just relax. I need nothing from you other than you feeling good and relaxed and into it." He smiled and you mirrored him, cupping his face, getting kissed another time.
Not even five full minutes later you felt what he meant. He felt good inside of you. Hitting your soft spot just right, but your body hadn't quite calmed down from the last high. It felt simultaneously too much and like there was a pressure building inside of you. "Relax baby, I know. You're safe, breathe." He repeated at the whiny moans you gave him. "Breathe." He said with all the softness he could muster while still thrusting into you. "Lan..." He looked at you with all the attention. "Over– whelmed." You teared up. He kissed the tears away, "Good overwhelmed?" You nodded and he kept going. The marks on his back turned a deeper red as he pounded into you. Your moans became loud and prolonged. Begging both him and your own body to finish you. You could hear how obnoxiously wet you were. "C'mon baby. Relax, I know you can." He roughly got out. Something inside of you snapped as he relentlessly pounded into your g-spot and your lungs made you hold your breath as you felt your body physically finish on him and the sheets. He fucked you through the waves of wetness attacking him before he groaned into your neck burying himself deep into you.
"Didn't expect you doing it that quickly." He chuckled. "Do I make you feel that safe?" You normalized your breathing, "To be fair, I've never had a g-spot orgasm before today, much less three in a row. The statistics were with you." He snorted at that. He was laying on you, thumb circling your hair, "My girl." You giggled, "Yeah." He nervously licked his lips, "So, uh, date tomorrow?" You laughed at that, "Lan. C'mon." "Yeah, my bad, might be weird to be nervous asking that after I made you ruin my sheets." He paused, "And while I'm still inside of you." You snorted, "You're such a boy." "I heard you're into stupid ones." He grinned and kissed you before leaving your body.
After you had showered, you had put on your panties and his giant hoodie. Sitting back down on the couch with him. A fond look directed at you as he picked up a controller for round two. "Eating out?" He mumbled and you raised a brow making him giggle uncontrollably. "That's not what I meant." "Dumbass." You chuckled, "I could go for a pizza."
He grabbed you into the center of his crossed legs and you ordered together. The evening was spent leaned against him as he was leaned against the couch. Arms around you with a controller while you held your own.
Split Fiction, pizza and a new boyfriend. Sounded like a good way to spend your time.
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a/n: legitimately I don't know where these 4k words came from but I think this is the softest smut I've ever written and I need y'all to validate the fuck out of it, k thx bye!
