Smoke tricks
A chance encounter at the mclaren afterparty in monaco leads to an unexpected night
Content: landoxreader. Pure smut pretty much. Oral sex(fem rec.). Vaginal sex. Unprotected sex (dont do it girl). Rough sex. Use of baby, darling, puppy, good girl, slut. Drinking. Vaping. Zak brown doing the worm
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This isn’t proof read, just let a gal have fun. Shout out to charles leclerc for almost making me shit my pants the last few laps of the monaco gp.
The night is alive with energy when you and Oscar get there. you're decked out in a pair of sparkly micro shorts and a little drape-neck top that makes your boobs look great, if you do say so yourself. You hardly get a second to take it all in however, as Oscar is ambushed by a group of too-tipsy pit crew members.
“I’ll meet you at the bar” you yell to Oscar over the obnoxious techno. He gives you a thumbs up and an eyebrow raise before turning back to the rowdy group in front of him.
You get a shot of tequila at the bar, cringing slightly at the burn. The dance floor is a hive of activity, everyone enjoying the momentous occasion. It’s nice to be part of it all, you think to yourself.
After another shot for good measure, you find yourself on the dancefloor. Lost in the thrum of the music and giggles with strangers, you let yourself get taken away in a blur of flashing lights and nameless people.
The music comes to a halt unceremoniously. You look around, shaken out of your stupor to see Zak brown fiddling with a microphone. There's a high pitched ring as he tries to say something into the mic, and someone rushes to help him.
You take the opportunity to go outside onto the balcony for a breath of fresh air - this ironically also means hitting your vape. The night air and raspberry smoke fill your lungs as you look down onto the streets of monaco. Breathing deeply, you let your mind wander as the bass starts to pick up again inside.
“Mind if I have a hit?” your startled back to reality as a voice interrupts your thoughts. Lando walks up to you from the outside door, and joins you against the balcony railing.
“I thought athletes didn't smoke” you reply, half a comment, half a question. Lando shrugs and follows your eyes to the street below.
“Only on special occasions. Why, are you not impressed by smokers?” Did he care if you were impressed by him? You turn to him quizzically but he doesn't move his eyes to meet yours. You turn back to watch the people on the street.
“Not unless they can do cooler vape tricks than me” you say, mostly joking. “But I think winning a grand prix is a little more impressive” Lando chuckles, but doesnt respond to the last part. Instead he steps closer to you so your arms are millimetres apart.
“Show me one of your tricks then” he says, almost like a challenge.
“I can’t here” you respond with a sigh. “I need still air.”
“There's still air in my hotel room” he offers. You turn your head to face him again. This time he allows his gaze to meet yours, his eyes willing you to say yes. A dare.
“Won't you be missed here?” you question. Though it's not a refusal of his offer. Just then there's a loud cheer from inside. You and Lando turn to see Zak doing a poor attempt at a floor roll. You both laugh and turn back to each other.
“I think it's ok if I dip out early.” Lando says with a smile.
Landos hotel room is massive, with a lounge, dining area, walk-in cupboard, and king bed. Large sleek windows overlook the bay and the beautiful cliffs. Lando closes the door behind him. He smirks at your wide-eyed stare and takes off his jacket and shoes. With a satisfied hum he flops down on his bed. You place your shoes neatly at the foot of his bed and sit awkwardly on an ornate armchair next to his bed.
“I'm a little embarrassed now," you admit sheepishly. “I feel like I hyped my tricks up, I only know the ones that everyone can do.” Lando throws his arms up in mock anguish.
“But we came all the way here for you to show me!” he complains, putting on a show of it with a grin. With a giggle you agree and take a hit of your Elfbar. Focusing, you do a french inhale, then look up at lando expectantly.
“Aw yeah ok but everyone can do that” he teases. You stick your tongue out at him before taking another hit. You lock eyes with him and start to blow o’s at him from your perch on the chair. They drift across the space between you and evaporate around him. When you stop, you both look at each other a little longer than necessary, each of you urging the other to make the next move.
“Do you still want a hit?” you ask.
“I mean i won’t say no” replies lando.
“Open your mouth” you command. Lando looks surprised for a second but complies. You stand up and take a hit but don’t inhale as your heart starts to beat a little faster. You walk over to him and move your hand to his face. Leaning down, you blow the vapour into his mouth. Lando tenses as he breathes it in. you both stay there, waiting for the other to pull away, but then lando does the opposite. He leans towards you and kisses you tentatively, when you kiss back you can feel his body relax in relief.
The relief is short lived however as the kiss becomes deeper, more intentional. You drop down onto the bed next to him and run your hand through his hair. His hands go to your waist and he pulls you closer, his fingers almost bruising as he becomes more desperate for you. He nips your earlobe before moving onto your neck. Breathy sighs escape your lips as he leaves marks along your collarbone. He moves on top of you and lifts his shirt off like to keep wearing it will burn him. Then he moves onto yours, ripping the top off of your body.
You both stop for a moment, catching your breath. Landos eyes travel from your face to your chest. He slowly extends his hand to your breast. He squeezes it before running his thumb over your nipple and you let out a desperate breath, trying not to squirm below him as his eyes bore into yours.
He leans down to kiss over the marks he has left on your neck and collarbone, then moving his mouth to your chest. He stares up at you with puppy-dog eyes, one hand circling the nipple further from his mouth. Your breath is shaky as you wait for him to make his next move. Slowly, his tongue circles your nipple, and then bites down. You can't help but arch your back and let out a moan. Your one hand tightens in his hair, the other goes to grab his shoulder, your nails leaving scratch marks.
Tenderly, he kisses from your chest to your stomach. Then, he gently lifts your hips to take off your shorts and damp underwear. All the while his shiny eyes stare back up at you. At an agonising pace he nips and licks at your thighs, before finally his tongue meets your clit. His movements are slow but steady, gradually building you up to your high. Your moans are falling more freely now as he adds one finger, then two, to your dripping pussy. His fingers curl up expertly and you can feel the knot in your stomach get close to snapping. Your hands tighten in his hair as you're about to fall over the edge. but just before you're able to he pulls his fingers away and removes his mouth from your clit.
You whine petulantly at him to no avail. Instead he moves to kiss you, and you can taste yourself on his tongue. He pulls away and gives you a look of pity.
“What, do you want something? Use your words baby.” you pout at him before reluctantly replying.
“Wanna cum” you mumble. He simply sighs and looks away in frustration.
“Good girls ask nicely.” he scolds, tugging at your cheek.
“Please let me cum sir.” he smiles approvingly and begins to plant a trail of kisses back down to your pussy. His mouth reattaches itself to your clit and his fingers find their way back to your cunt, the other hand goes to play with your tits. The feeling in your stomach builds to a burn and you're reduced to a whimpering mess. Finally, Lando lets you come. Your back arches off the bed as you feel the band snap, your hands pulling harshly at his hair.
He watches you intensely as you catch your breath, his hand stroking your stomach as you come down. Gently, he kisses you and caresses your face.
“Can you take one more for me darling?” he asks sweetly. You nod weakly.
“You can be rougher with me.” you mutter.
“Hmm?” asks Lando, leaning his ear to your mouth. “Say that again for me baby.”
“You can be rougher with me if you want sir.” Landos face changes when he hears this. All the care and sweetness leave his eyes. He gives you a quick peck on the cheek.
“Good puppy.” he says, before he flips you over and squeezes your ass harshly. You let out a broken breath when you feel him near your entrance. Agonisingly slowly, he enters you, stretching you out perfectly. He bottoms out and stays there. You squirm beneath him, needing more. Suddenly he slaps your ass and you yelp.
“Be fucking patient slut” he growls, his hand nursing the print left on your asscheek. At a torturous pace, he begins to move inside you. It's slow and deep, hitting your g spot every time. As he starts to speed up, staccato moans spill from your mouth while tension starts to build in you again. Lando lets out a triumphant sigh as he rams into you.
“Such a good slut for me. So loud for my cock baby." His thrusts are fast and calculated now, and you can feel yourself getting closer. He pulls you up harshly by your hair so he can kiss your neck, now sensitive from all the marks left earlier. His one hand grips your hip while the other moves to your jaw, forcing his fingers into your mouth.
“Fuck, i’m getting close baby. Wanna cum for me puppy?” you nod pathetically through teary eyes, before letting yourself cum a second time.
“Fuck darling, pussy squeezing me so well, like it was made for me.” he fucks you through your high before following with his own.
You're both still for a while, allowing yourselves to recover. Sighing, you turn to lando
“Call it a reward for a race win.” you say teasingly to him. He lets out a breathy laugh
“If this is the reward I get for a race win, I'll make sure Oscar invites you to more races. I might win every race of the season.”
