back after a writer's block. tbh not so sure about this but since older bf!lando's always a serve so fuck it ig🤷♀️
ibiza was hot, like scorching.
lando smiled as he watched you laugh with his friends. fingers tracing lazy circles on your bare shoulder. god, he still remembers how nervous you were to meet his friends — though he was lot more. the age gap used to be the elephant in the room no one really addressed but if anyone saw your table from a 3rd person's perspective they'd see a group of young adults that are close friends.
"enjoying?" he asked as you hummed in agreement before getting tangled up in a conversation with max fewtrell's girlfriend. you laughed again, that bright, unrestrained sound that had turned heads since you’d walked into the restaurant. your hands moving animatedly as you spoke to max’s girlfriend, bracelets clinking softly. you fit there so easily now — smiling, chatting, sipping from your glass — like you’d always been part of this little circle.
it was strange, really. few months back, you were all nerves, clutching lando’s hand under the table during your first dinner with his friends, whispering that you weren’t sure if they’d like you. now, watching you, lando almost couldn’t remember that version of you. you’d grown into the space, carved out your own place in their group — something he was quietly proud of.
"someone's tanned terrifically well." he leaned down to whisper in your ear. "you're just saying that." you rolled your eyes at him. it was a well known fact in the world of f1 .i.e. if there's someone who tans gorgeously than it's hands down lando norris. he tucked a strand of your hair behind your ear, "darling—" "norris you really to get a fucking room!" ethan interrupted. the man referred to, just gave him the middle finger from behind his girlfriend’s back.
the night spilled softly into gold and violet, the air humming with laughter and the low roll of waves. lando leaned back in his chair, one arm slung casually behind you — though every time your shoulder brushed his forearm, his breath stuttered just a little.
the hotel door clicked shut behind you, sealing the muffled bass of distant music and the warm hush of the room. the air-con hummed low, cool against skin that was still heated from the walk back. you turned around to remove your heels, the hem of your shell skirt brushing against your thigh with that faint, delicate clatter it had made all evening.
lando leaned against the door, hands still in his pockets, a slow grin tugging at his mouth. "that thing," he said, pointing toward your skirt, voice as he removed his own shoes, "hasn’t shut up all night." you blinked, half-smiling. "you mean my skirt?"
"mhmm." he pushed off the door, stepping closer. "every time you moved, it sounded like it was telling on you.” he muttered, warping his arms around you. you laughed, heat creeping up your neck. "maybe it just wanted attention." you shrugged kissing his left cheek. lando pulled you closer — if possible. tilting his head, his eyes skimmed your outfit before meeting yours again, "then it got plenty."
his lips found yours as his hands worked to pull the strings of your white cami top ( which barely covered your back with it's two strings ). his hands worked on your skirt next working till you were stark naked as he walked you two back to the loveseat in back of the room. pulling you down on his lap. lando couldn't lie but he let out a moan seeing naked figure.
"god, how'd i get so luck with you pretty girl?" he muttered as if enchanted by your beauty. "stop!" you scrunched your nose as the heat crept up your cheeks and neck. you straddled his lap, arms draping over his shoulders. lando captured your lips in a slow and sensual kiss, tongues tangling languidly as he explored each part of your mouth and left you dizzy. lando's hands roamed around your back, tracing the dip of your spine with his knuckles. you rocked your hips, grinding down against him as you deepened the kiss. you could feel every inch of his length pressing against your aching core, separated only by the fabric that covered him.
lando groaned into your mouth, his fingers digging into your hips as he guided your movements. he bucked up against you, the friction delicious even through the barrier of clothes. "fuck" he breathed, breaking the kiss to nip at your bottom lip. "you feel so good." you smiled, leaning back to give him better access to yout neck. lando didn't hesitate, peppering your neck with open-mouthed kisses and sharp nips that made you shiver with pleasure. you rocked your his against his as the sensation.
"fuck i need you now" he kissed your neck as he pulled out a condom from his jeans pocket before pushing it down and freeing his cock. he ripped off the wrapper by his teeth and wrapped your hand around his shaft, giving himself a slow stroke from root to tip. lando groaned, his head falling back as he focused on the feeling of your soft palm encircling him before putting the condom on. "come on princess, do your thing" lando breathed. you didn’t need to be told twice as you positioned yourself over his hard length. his hands gripped your hips tightly, guiding you down onto his cock in one smooth motion. yoj both groaned as he filled you, stretching your walls to accommodate his thickness.
you began to move, rocking your hips against his as you rode him slowly. lando's hands guided your movements, helping you find a steady rhythm that had them both panting with pleasure. lando threw his head behind, letting you take control for awhile. "fuck, i've been thinking about this all day." he blabbered, feeling your hot core wrap around his cock. "you feel so good around me." he muttered against your bare breast.
it wasn't long until your thighs began to tremble, your legs threatening to close— "ah–fuck— can't hold myself." you breathed as your frame collapsed against chest. lando chuckled before gripping your hips and thrusting harder. he grabbed a fistful of your hair — making you face him before capturing your lips against his. god knows how much he loves doing this specially when you're on the brink of an orgasm because you always struggle to kiss him back. all because of just how good you were being fucked and honestly, that's the best ego booster that man ever needed.
the room smelled like sex, sweat, and beach air. a weird cocktail of sounds of skin slapping against skin, a mixture of your and his moans, and your bangles clacking filled the space. pleasure ripped through you as you came undone. lando fastened his pace, chasing his own pleasure and overstimulated you in the process. he pressed his forehead against yours as he let his pleasure wash over him.
an: going to be honest, i don't really know what this is. i'm sleepy 😔
it wasn't uncommon for lando to miss you whilst he was away racing. he knew he couldn't bring you to every race, and he respected that you had other aspirations and responsibilities away from supporting him at races. but god did he need you now.
it wasn't like a regular craving that he could shake away with a quick scroll through some pictures of you together, no, this was different. it was the kind of desire that he did prepare for, but never knew could actually happen. he needed to hear you. desperately too.
he'd been trying to get himself off to some odd voice notes here and there for a while that evening, but it wasn't enough. he needed to hear your voice again, and craved to even be told what to do by you.
in an act of desperation, he called you, not expecting you to answer. it was an ungodly hour for you at home, so he wasn't getting his hopes up for anything, but luckily he'd struck gold.
you stirred from your sleep, groggily turning over to your bedside table to see lando's name lit up on your phone. lethargically answering the phone, you croakily spoke into the microphone, wondering what your boyfriend's reasoning was for calling you at such an ungodly hour.
when lando answered, his voice was already a little breathless. his cock was half hard as he rested topless on his large bed in his hotel room, one hand just aimlessly tracing over his bulge whilst the other held his phone in his hand.
"you sound a little breathless," you asked out of concern. "you alright, lan?" you asked with a genuine concern, "you don't sound very well," you added with your eyebrow raised.
"me? oh, i'm alright babe," he laughed off, fisting himself through his boxers. "just got a little bit of a cold that's all," he mumbled, closing his eyes as he continued to rub up and down the now painfully straining cock in his boxers.
with a hum, you shrugged it off. you started to talk, rambling about things going on at home, blissfully unaware of lando pleasuring himself to your voice. lando's hands came to nearly rip his boxers from his body, letting his angry red cock bounce free onto his lower stomach, tip leaking with salty pre-cum.
lando continued to stroke his length as you continued rambling, thumb smearing the pre-cum down his length, whilst his curls fell on his pillow as he tilted his head upwards in pleasure. his mind was hazy, high on not only the adrenaline pumping through his veins, but the ecstasy of hearing your voice after so long apart.
losing any self awareness, lando let out a short whine, biting his lip to try and suppress it as much as possible, but failing miserably. your eyes widened in realisation, stopping what you were saying mid conversation to question what the hell lando just did.
"why did you just moan?" you asked bluntly and directly, adjusting yourself upwards on your bed.
"n-no!" lando exclaimed, grip hard on his twitching length as his froze, hot blood pumping through his veins. "why the hell would i moan?" he tried to laugh off, but you weren't having it.
"are you touching yourself to the sound of my voice?" you asked rather bluntly again, but lando could sense the smirk plastered on your face from his end of the line.
"why would i do that?!" he blurted out sheepishly, trying to lie through his teeth but failing miserably. "i'm not touching myself," he denied again, "i just-, i just missed your voice, okay?"
"aw, that's cute," you mumbled, "but i'd bet you'd need me to tell you what to do, wouldn't you? i bet you're so lost without the sound of my voice in your ear," you trailed off as lando grabbed his throbbing cock, thrusting the fleshlight around it so it fitted ever so snugly.
"please," he whined stupidly, phone now discarded to the corner of the mattress. "i need you," lando panted, pleading nearly as the breath was sucked out of his lungs in the breathless gasps escaping his lips.
"tell me what you want me to do, baby. i'm all yours," he added, biting his bottom lip at the feeling of the fleshlight fitted snugly around his throbbing length, making him a mess. but god did you revel off of that.
"yeah?" you asked, "you're all mine, are you?" you hummed with a devilish excitement flurrying in your insides. "why don't you let me hear those pretty little noises that you make whilst you tell me how you're feeling, hm?"
"fuck," he panted, fisting his cock with the toy. "it's just-," he stuttered, tears forming in his eyes as he continued to jerk himself off, "i just need to feel you- inside of me, and i can't-," he cut himself off as he whimpered, biting down on his hand to suppress a moan mixed with a sob.
"oh, it's that bad, huh?" you cooed, "you really miss me that much, lando? aren't you such a sweet thing," you murmured, voice laced with venomous sweetness as you felt your panties become wet from hearing lando's moans vibrate through your phone's speaker.
"if i cum please just promise me that you'll come to my next race," lando breathed as his hips rolled in a haste rhythm whilst thrusting the toy harder onto his cock. "that's all i ask," he added, before groaning, "fuck-, i'm close."
"oh you're close?" you hummed with a raised eyebrow. after a moment of pondering, listening to lando's moans grow louder and louder, you answered, "alright, i'll come to your next race," giggling before adding in a sultry mumble, "come for me, lando."
salty tears streamed down lando's face as he let out a guttural moan, hot spurts of come painting the inside of his fleshlight. the sticky white trailed down his length, painting the inside of his thighs as he panted, coming down from his high.
"good boy," you praised as lando whimpered, chest heaving. "that feel better, lando? i bet it does, doesn't it," you murmured into the phone with a sadistic smile on your face.
"now turn on your camera," you commanded, "i want to see what pathetic mess my stupid boyfriend made on his toy thinking about me." <3
tags: smut/pwp, masturbation, camgirl!reader, dirty talking & teasing, fantasies, lando is down bad
lando norris could honestly have any woman he wanted. his good looks, his winning streak, his money, it was all alluring to almost any woman on the planet! but money could buy a hell of a lot of things, he was spending his prize money on one of the hottest women he had ever laid eyes on.
so while he should be out clubbing on a warm night in july, instead he was in his hotel room, hunched over his laptop with his cock in his hand. he had a newly purchased bottle of lube and a white hotel towel for after.
he leaned against the headboard as your stream started, his cock twitched in anticipation.god, you were perfect. it should illegal for someone to be that perfect.
the stream started and lando could already feel his wallet a little lighter.
you got down on the futon on the floor with the camera aimed at you. you smiled. you wore a small mask to conceal most of your identity, but lando had every inch of you mapped out in his mind. you were perfect, beyond perfect.
"good evening my little rabbits, i hope everyone has been having a good week." you said almost casually as if you weren't kneeling dressed in skimpy lingerie, "this came in the mail the other day from a fan, so i want to thank luckynumber4 for sending this to me!"
lando smiled to himself. he knew he picked well,
you leaned in a little closer to the camera and said, "i have to let you in on a secret." you said cheekily, "the number four is my lucky number too. and since it is the fourth today, let's test our luck." then shuffled over to grab the toy you took out earlier.
it felt odd talking to no one, but you tried to not to think about it too hard as you showed the camera the black rabbit vibrator. you giggled, "seems only fair that my rabbits get to see me play with a rabbit."
lando shuddered at the sight of it. he bought and sent that to you as well. he wanted to make sure that you only had the best. he knew that you did private shows, but that usually involved the buyer showing their face. and well it was obvious why lando was a little nervous to do that.
the near legendary lando norris didn't have to buy cam-shows, except he was getting the lube on his hand to lean back against the headboard and enjoy himself tonight.
you shifted yourself so more of your pussy was exposed to the camera, the panties hit perfectly across your thick thighs and he could make out a small wet mark on the crotch of the panties. he licked his lips, he wondered what you tasted like.
sometimes he wondered what you did during the day, you looked about his age. should be in school, not turning on gross old men on the internet. but yet, lando still grasped his slick cock as you teased your pussy over the panties with the vibrator.
you said almost breathless, "i guess i owe you a lot luckynumber4. the lingerie, this toy." you giggled, "you're going to make the other viewers jealous." you swallowed as you rubbed the toy up against your achy sex, "but don't worry my other rabbits, there's more than enough of me to go around."
then when the panties came off, tossed over your head in an almost comical fashion, the donations started to come in. you learned a while ago how to turn off the 'ping' that came when you received a donation. it made it hard to touch yourself with the constant noise.
"i hope this was all worth it." you said with a soft exhale as you positioned yourself to expose your pussy then rub the toy up against your wet clit, "i thought about it all week. how i wanted to make it special." your voice was sweet to lando's ears as he continued to pleasure himself.
he shifted his spot on the bed and eyed you closely. he could imagine his face between those plush tits or having his cock inside of your pussy. he bet it would feel like heaven, it only excited him further. even though there weren't many photos of you nor did he know your actual name. he didn't care, he loved jerking off to you. it excited him to see you command a stream so well. he wish he had that kind of presence in his (safe for work) twitch streams!
you slipped the toy inside of you and leaned back a little onto a stack of pillows. your breathing was a little heavier as the toy also rubbed against your clit, "that's it. fuck, that's it. mmm, it's been so lonely in my apartment. been by myself." you shuddered, "wishing you were here." you tilted your head back for a moment, "i know you're not a vibrator, but i bet you could make my toes curl."
you didn't have to look at the stream to know that the money was coming in. you liked the pay-out, but you also loved being the center of attention. all these eyes on you as your masturbated. maybe it was a secret kink, but you didn't care.
they got off to you, you got off to yourself and the money came rolling in. you tried not to think about what the men looked like behind the screen as you touched yourself. you imagined meeting a nice guy your age, the kind that knew his away around a woman's anatomy. someone to make you cum besides your own fingers or toys.
maybe you craved a man's touch for once, but tonight you'd just have to do with your buzzing little rabbit. you moved the vibrator in and out of you. you moaned a little louder as you felt your breathing increase. you felt the heat in your body as you pleasured yourself. it was quite the feeling and it left you feeling sexually excited.
lando's grasp tightened on his cock as he quickly masturbated. he could feel the rush to his head as he toyed with his dick. he wished he was fucking you at that moment on stream. let everyone see how well you took him. you took the toys he gifted you like a champ, you'd handle him just fine. his cock was leaky with pre-cum and he could taste the pleasure on his tongue. he loved the feeling, he felt sexually charged like a live wire. he leaned a little forward as he stroked his cock faster. the feeling was intense, it was like sparks in his brain.
you felt similiar, you toyed with your pussy. your eyes closed a little bit at the feeling of pleasure raced through you. you tensed up for a moment and tried to stave off the feeling of climax. everything felt fairly intense in your core as the toy hit all the right places. you pushed it in and out of you as the other part rubbed against your stiff clit.
the rabbit vibrators were the champion of toys, the stimulation left you feeling heated. you knew you weren't going to last much longer. the pleasure could be felt throughout your entire body, it left you feeling excited all over. you shakily exhaled and felt the leap of excitement through you.
"fuck, i wish you were here. this toy is great, but you'd be better. so much better." you toyed with your nipple with your free hand. you had to put on a good show to the paying customers. you rolled your hips a little and you peeked a glance at your total for the evening and couldn't help but smile.
you got a little louder as you neared orgasm. you felt the flutter of want in your chest. it was exciting to climax in front of an audience. you panted a little heavier for dramatic effect. your toes curled as you said, "thank you, i hope next time you make me feel this good." you looked at the camera with a bit of seduction to your lovely fans, "i'd love to cum for you."
and you saw the flurry of messages in the chat as you reached your climax with a sweet, sharp noise. your cunt tensed around the toy as you slowed your movements and let the pleasure wash over you. you continued to slowly work the toy in your pussy, feeling the after shivers from the vibrations.
you continued to talk, "fuck, that feels good. i wish it was you. you know exactly how to make me squirm. i bet your mouth would feel good on my hot skin right now." your voice was near a purr and you knew that riled them up.
you played with yourself lazily while you felt the excitement of pleasure cool in your blood. you licked your lips and said, "you'd like that, huh? to have me bounce on your cock like an eager bunny? maybe if you play your cards right." give them the illusion of having you, that right now they were the center of the world.
it makes them more willing to empty their wallets
lando was quickly touching himself. he drank in the sight of your blissed out state. he dropped more then a couple hundred euros into your change purse tonight and he knew that he had to send you another gift. he wished he was there, fucking you on that stupid futon. or better yet, spreading you out on a nice hotel bed and fucking you until you sounded as sweet as you did at that moment. he wondered how many rounds you could go before you had enough.
he wanted to be better than any of the toys you had or could ever have. he wanted you, he needed you. and with a few more hard tugs of his cock, he finished all over his mclaren t-shirt and relaxed against the headboard with a heavy exhale.
"holy shit." he said to himself as he pushed curls out of his face with his free hand. he admired you as his cum stained the shirt. he panted heavily.
if anyone knew about this lando would appear desperate. but as you swapped out the rabbit vibrator for another, big toy, he felt his softened cock get hard again.
he might appear desperate but as your moans came through the speakers, he couldn't help himself.
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it was the following weekend on the track and lando was taking it rather easy all things considered, he killed it qualifiers and it appeared that this was his weekend. he was currently waiting outside so he could walk in with oscar.
"want you to meet her this weekend, she's a real catch!"
lando smiled to himself when he saw the car pull up, he went to approach it and then his smile dropped when the passenger door opened. he expected another lovely on oscar's arm. but instead he came face to face with you.
and while lando didn't tend to pry too hard into oscar's love life. but he recognized those eyes. usually they were behind the bunny mask. but he knew. and you had zero idea that he knew. he tried to hold his smile as oscar came from the other side of the car.
"lando!" he introduced you by name, "this is my new girlfriend!"
lando's hand shook when he reached out to shook yours. he couldn't believe his fucking eyes, this felt like a sick joke. but this was actually happening.
you smile at him and shook his hand lightly, "it's lovely to meet you." your voice sounded like heaven in person, "i've heard so much about you! wanna know something funny, the number four is actually my lucky number." <3
i know close to nothing about golf but can't stop thinking about lando having a crush on reader who works as a beverage cart girl at the course he frequents so he keeps buying drinks even though he really doesn't need them just so she'll keep coming around. at first it's only like one, maybe two drinks and a nice little chat, but as lando's crush grows so does the amount of money he spends, and you just know the guy is a very generous tipper too. the money really isn't an object with him and it means he gets to talk to her and the tips are fully hers anyways, so it's a win win situation for everyone!
soon it gets obvious enough to the point where anyone he's golfing with (usually max, occasionally carlos or alex) is just like mate you're not subtle at all stop being pathetic and ask her out already 🤨 maybe he goes away for a triple header and realizes he can't stop thinking about her. and when he finally does return to the course she's on shift and she's just like there's my favorite customer! i was starting to think you'd forgotten about me 😉 when it was quite literally the opposite.
anyways yeah so lando and beverage cart girl has been on the brain lately! idk if i'll do anything with the idea but if anyone wants to chime in or talk about it i am so down :)
smut (obvi), praise kink, first time tgt, 6 year age gap, the reader 20, reader is a mercedes driver, older bf!ln4
thinking about how older bf!lando norris was never the type to go for someone ridiculously younger—atleast not someone as young as you. he first saw you in the Mercedes garage watching the race alongside kimi and toto. the formula two world championship leader. displaying a dominance no one had seen before. every race—including sprint and feature–won from pole, fastest laps set so easily as if it was nothing.
safe to say everyone heard of you. including him. and he didn't think much of it because you were so young—19, basically a child. still a teenager.
it wasn’t until the pre-season testings in bahrain he really looked at you. so timid, reserved. always sticking to your teammate, kimi or people you were already familiar with. what really intrigued him was your coy behavior. the way it was so easy to fluster you. the lovely shade of pink you would turn everytime he complimented you.
eyes immediately casted down wards, heat rushing to your cheeks as you let out a nervous and coy giggle before continuing the conversation. and lando thought it was the most adorable thing ever. but oh how sad this wasn't something reserved for him specially. that's just how you were. even when max complimented you, or so did charles. infact even when any skysports employee praised you!
he wanted to all of it for himself. he wanted the red on your cheeks only because of him. he wanted you to stutter only because of him. he wanted your shy giggles only because of him. he wanted the way you downcast your eyes only because of him.
he wanted all of your timind, coy, and young self all only for him.
"you're such a lovely darling aren't you?" he said as he brushed the hairs out of your face. his fingers pumping in and out of your cunt. your first podium, his monaco win—somehow you both ended up in his bedroom, drunk—enough for you to consent properly. clothes thrown on the floor haphazardly.
"lando." you whined as you felt the knot forming—legs shaking as his calloused fingers pinched your clit. "let go for me doll, let it all go." he leaned down to press a reassuring kiss on your temple. with a final thrust his fingers were coated with your insides and slick. he bought his fingers to his lips, tasting you. "so pretty, and taste so sweet. just like your behavior doll."
and there was it, the way you avoided his eyes, face all flushed from the fingering and his compliment as your lips stretched into a coy smile. "you still with me baby?" you nodded at his word.
you moaned as he pushed his cock inside you. before you could utter about him being too big—making you feel so full—he said, "you're taking it so well, sweetheart. i don’t think you even know how good you are for me." and you shut up—egar to please him, egar to earn his praise. now that he was hovering over you, his face was so close you could see the marks your lipstick left on his jaw.
lando smirked at the lewd noises that left your mouth as he slowly thrusted in and out of you. "my doll, my perfect little thing." he mumbled against your neck. your wet cunt felt blissful against his errotic cock. "every single sound you make is perfect. ever. single. one." he says before bitting your neck. mouth littering your neck with purple bruises.
lando knew this was higly unprofessional. he wasn't supposed to be tangled up with you—atleast not like this. he wasn't supposed to be tangled up with the second youngest rookie on the grid. with the rookie who took his bestfriend's seat. with the only female driver on the grid. it would be higly scandalous but god if they knew the way you sounded—not that they would, not that he would let them. he wouldn't allow anyone to hear the noises you make under him, ever.
"god, you're too young to be this addictive." lando kissed the shell of you ear.
"ahh—ah lando." your hips bucked up when he increased his pace. he put one hand on your throat—not even applying pressure. scared that he might break you so it just stayed there. lando groaned when he felt you clenching around him. "ahh–i'm gonna cum." you panted as you felt the knot getting tighter. lando hissed as your nails dragging down his back.
he leanded down, placing butterfly kisses all over your face murmuring, "this is mine," as he kissed your cheek. "this too." while kissing your forehead. "all you—all mine, you hear that?" if his words didn't prove it then his tone did—so assertive and dominating, so possessive. making his message all but clear. he removed his hand from your throat. slipping it in yours—intertwining your fingers together as he felt you near your climax. his other hand slipped under you, playing with your clit.
you squeezed his hand when you came all over his cock—back archin' off the bed. "just a lil more baby." he muttered against your lips as his pace became brutal. chasing his own high—yet still playing with your clit. you whined his name as all the sensations became too much for your already drunken and orgasm blissed sense. "shh i know baby, i know." he kissed your pout. purposely pounding a little hard, making you moan a little too loudly against his mouth. lando slipped his tongue inside your mouth. making sure all of you was pleasured.
and with the final thrust he came in the condom—ofcourse you have to use protection when sleeping with someone so much younger. he slowly pulled out his now softened dick. replacing it with his fingers. "uh uh keep your legs open f'me doll." he kissed your cheek. "you don't have to think sweetheart, just let me take care you." his forehead rested against yours. "it's too much lan." you cried—barely aware of the tears forming in your eyes.
"i know, i know, but you trust me don't you?" he asked kissing away the tears that fell. you nodded—but ofcourse that wasn't enough. "words darling." he commanded. "i–ah–i do trust you." you managed choke out, slowly opening your legs more. "that's it—there you go, always so so pliant. my sweet girl, my good girl." the praise, the overstimulation, the alcohol in your system—it was all too much. your thighs trembled as you came all over his fingers once again. lando hummed as he tasted you—his new favorite flavour—once again.
he fell next to you, pulling you in his arms. big hands wiping away the dried tears. and that's when something snapped in him–perhaps the reality of the situation. "hey—hey baby, look at me are you okay? did i push you too far? did i hurt you?" he asked, voice laced with worry and anxiety. "no no you were good." you muttered—tired body instinctively curling towards his warmth. "you're not sleeping are you? i need to clean us up." lando looked down at you. carefully tucked into his side already pouting about five more minutes.
god, he was so so so gone. he held you—just five more minutes—with your head tucked under his chin. thinking about he'll never touch another girl ever again. not after you.
older bf!lando norris swore he never really got such awful lewd thoughts about you. but seeing you after the race, sitting so prettily on the stool in parc fermé drinking water — the said water overflowing from one the side of your lip.
and god, did it made him wonder how you would look if it was his cum and not water.
“yup, that's it — good girl.” he moaned loudly, throwing his head back as he sacked down the couch. he pushed your head even lower, your gags on his length sending vibrations all over his body.
“fuck baby you take me so well.” he blabbered, bucking his hips forward. his girp was clad steel on your hair. you had to hold his tights for support.
lando was lost in haze. god knows how long he waited for this. avoided masturbation — all so he can fill that pretty mouth of yours. that same warm mouth that was now doing wonders to his cock.
his eyes snapped open as he watched his cum burn your throat. and just like he imagined, drops of it slipping down — overflowing —from the corners of your lip. “you better swallow all it all, fucking all of it.” he grunted.
fluff, fluff, fluff, fluff!!!! for once no horniness on this acc lol. js a lil blurb because istg these were the best two hours of my life. older bf!lando! mentions of love bombing but ofc no love bombing, & dido and aneas — a greek mythological couple
it was a british grand prix from hell—for you. the car was slower in fp1 and fp2 because of a new suspension you were testing out. in fp3 ollie crashed into you in pits. the quali wasn't any better. the mechanics did whatever they could but you could only get to p6 in q3. the race was another story. absolutely shit pitstops, wrong tyres—and rain. the best you could manage was a p5 after your position tumbled down the order because of a long pit stop.
but it was all roses and sunshines for someone.
"lan." you called out—helmet and gloves gone, hair cascading down (because ofcourse, ofcourse the hairtie snapped) holding your weight ticket in your hand. the british boy, the hometown hero turned around. a cheshire like grin spreading on his face underneath that balaclava, underneath that helmet.
lando walked towards you with open arms. immediately caging you in a hug. you heard his sigh, a sigh of relief muffled from the helmet. his gloved hands immediately coming to a fistful of your hairs—force of habit, that’s what he calls it.
"i'm so proud of you. you deserve it." you muttered against his ear. lando put his visor down as his eyes burned with fresh tears—hand coming to rub your back soothingly. because god, this was all he could ask for. winning on the home soil, with his parents, his fans ( the infamous fluro green sticking out ), and you.
"fuck, i love you so much." lando immediately froze at his words. it's barely been a month since you two started dating after the fateful monaco gp. he knows what people your age call it—love bombing. and he swear that wasn't the intent.
his hands fell from your head, now holding your chin. grey-green eyes meticulously scanning for signs of discomfort. "i—yo—i'm sorry. you don't have to say it back—i—" because what was he even supposed to say before i'm sorry or you don't have to say it back.
you just smiled, put his visor up and pulled him for another hug. "i love you too, you know." you chuckled. "i—i am not trying to love bomb you. i swear!" he exclaimed, swaying your bodies side by side. you couldn't help but chuckle at his words. "you're too old to know all those words. is it some other girl teaching you?" you teased. "darling s'just you. all you...." he whined, holding you tighter.
"but i love you, i really do. like back to the moon, stars, and earth or however that saying goes. like those poetries you read. more than they could every express. more than words could ever express!" he added—pulling away from you. "and this is not love bombing, my dear." you let out a coy smile as he bopped your nose.
"stay around?" he asked. "yeah." you nodded because how could you even think of missing out on this special podium. but just as you turned around he grabbed you by the arm. "where are you going? you said you're staying?" even the helmet couldn't hide the slight panic and neediness of his tone. "i'm just going to infrom someone before toto sends a search party." you replied gently. lando nodded, letting you walk away.
but even as you could still feel his eyes on you. he looked like dido — holding a log, watching aneas leave. you motioned for him to go to the rest of the people waiting for him but he just stayed rooted — as if making sure you got safely to the Mercedes garage. as if you weren’t driving at 300kph awhile ago.
