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Often ♥️

Mafia!Max Verstappen x Reader

she asked me if I do this everyday, I said often (asked her how many times she rode the wave, not so often)

You’re a hard working, intelligent medical student - at the top of her class. Desperate to pay off your debts, you end up bartending in Monaco’s most exclusive nightclub….and catch the eye of the mafia boss who runs half the city, Max Verstappen. And now that he’s found you, he’s never letting you go.

Content includes: 18+ MDNI, smut, size kink, dom/sub themes, dark mafia!max, innocent student! reader tryna pay her bills, sugar daddy vibes, BDSM, WC 5.6k

It had truly meant to be a one time thing. You’d been strapped for cash, as per usual - stretching yourself thin with your overpriced rent in your tiny one bedroom apartment in a dodgy area, with your utility bills, your parent’s monthly mortgage payments. And of course, the costliest expense of all was your goddamn medical degree. You were in your final year, so close to the end that you could almost taste it.

Maybe that’s what made you say yes to one of the other tutors you work with at your university tutoring job, when she sees you at your second job later than evening tidying up at a local clinic, and then your third the next morning where you hand her a fresh iced coffee you’ve brewed. You know, she says in a hushed tone, leaning in rather conspiratorially. You’re going to work yourself to the bone, with three jobs and putting yourself through med school?

You wave her off with a practised cheerful smile, used to hiding your tiredness from your peers who all thought of you as a model student. But when she persisted, texting you the details of her mysterious cousin who worked at some bar downtown and earned one thousands dollars in a single night…you couldn’t help but being intrigued. You were cautious about it, of course, asking to meet the cousin - Layla - at the coffee shop you worked at. And when she told you about the VIP club, JimmyZ, that she worked at - nothing like those sleazy stripclubs downtown, she hastily reassured, seeing the nervous look on your face. No, JimmyZ was an exclusive club, only for the rich and elite who enjoyed throwing stacks of cash for bags of cocaine and exotic dancers. That’s what Layla called herself, but you still privately think it’s a glorified term for a stripper, as you watch her on stage from your corner in the bar with mixed feelings of awe at how sexy she looks, and discomfort from the sleazy gazes on her.

You’d somehow been talked into helping bartend for a night, Layla having mentioned that you were the perfect girl for the kind of men who came to JimmyZ. At your insulted expression, she giggled, saying that she was trying to saw you had an angelic, natural beauty about you, exactly the kind of authenticity the clientele liked to see instead of the more artificial look found at cheaper clubs. You looked at her skeptically, but still ended up lured in to try and make your rent that month. And after your first night, where you noted impressive amounts of security protecting the gorgeous dancing girls on stage, you felt yourself seduced by the offer of a single night at JimmyZ making up for an entire weeks of your previous job’s earning.

So before you knew it, you’d been working steadily for a couple of months now, finding yourself at a familiar ease behind the bar as you expertly poured drinks and humming the sensual music. You loved the job, with its high pay meaning you had time to focus on your studies again, and last month you’d even topped your class in one of your exams! Of course, it came with its risks - you worked well through the middle of busy weekend nights, many curious and lustful gazes on you from men who enjoyed the skimpy bartender uniform you had to wear. A tight, low cut white button up shirt that showed off your cleavage, and a miniskirt that came dangerously close to flashing someone when you bent over, paired with heeled knee high boots. It was certainly not the type of usual thing you wore, with your conservative full sleeve tops and flattering jeans with scuffed converse that you recycled constantly given your tight budget. But after some adjusting of your long curls hiding your cleavage and avoiding any eye contact skittishly with any man who looked at you too closely, you found yourself falling into an easy rhythm at work.

Until one evening, a Friday night before some big racing event in the city, meaning the club was even more packed that usual with clubgoers overflowing out the entrance and bass thumping down the street. Your boss had found you as you checked in for your late night shift, rapidly saying something about how the owner was visiting tonight and there weren't enough girls for the show, could you help out just this once-

Despite your adamant protests and squeaks that you absolutely could not, would not go on stage, you find yourself shoved into the backstage room to get ready, or risk losing your job permanently, your boss says meanly before storming off. Your lip trembles in anxiety, at the thought of someone recognising you tonight and then seeing you working as a doctor after your graduated. You'd lose your reputation before you could even start your career. You feel lost in the bright makeup room, surrounded by stunning, slim women who had their hair blown own perfectly and makeup done to perfection. You never imagined that you'd have to be up on stage with the beautiful dancers, who you looked so plain standing next too. A few toss you sympathetic looks but are too busy getting ready themselves to help you - until Layla enters and catches sight of your shaking form. She scowls when you tearfully tell her what the boss had said, but gives you a firm pep talk as she quickly helps you get ready. You've barely used any of the dozens of makeup products she has open on the counter, never having had any money to spend on nice clothes or jewellery to spoil yourself with.

But you feel yourself start to settle as she hands you a shot of tequila, then another for confidence, as she guides you through how to navigate the stage, how it was all about faking it till you make it!

You nod determinedly as she coaches you, before quickly getting change into a glittery strappy piece of fabric she hands you, with strappy heels to match. It takes you a few minutes to adjust to the height, but you find yourself being able to walk comfortably in them. When you come out from the side room to show Layla, the rest of the girls in the room stop in their tracks and look at you with renewed interest, yelling out whoops of encouragements about how hot you looked, girl! You flush with the praise, eyeing yourself in the mirror every few minutes as this pretty girl you didn't recognise stared at you. With lush, long curls styled messily, and wide, doe eyed eyes framed in smoky liner and glittery eyeshadow, and full, pouty glossed lips. And your body, which you'd been feeling so insecure about compared to the other dancers, looked undeniably sexy in a shimmery gold minidress that was so short it showed off the swell of your thick ass and chubby thighs invitingly. See, Layla says rather smugly as she comes up behind you. I told you, face of an angel with a body of a dancer. The audience is going to go feral for you.

And she was right, when an hour later and another practise session later, this time with the aid of the other dancers as they critiqued your form, you find yourself on one of the three stages the club had throughout its two levels. If there’s one thing you pride yourself on, it’s being a quick learner. You relax, letting yourself get lost in the music as a sensual song by The Weeknd croons over the speakers. The other girls had told you that dancing could also be fun, empowering, and make you feel in control - and you know understood what they meant as you sway your body enticingly on the stage, running your hands across your tits where your cleavage shows through the low neckline. At least in a club like JimmyZ, which had the reputation of luxury and class to uphold, the dancers wore skimpy outfits but never got fully naked like at a proper stripclub. You made full use of this small mercy, giving teasing flashes of your cleavage and ass but never actually taking your tiny glittery dress off. You could feel dozens of eyes fixed on every movement you made, every toss of your curls, every breathy sigh and bounce of your ass as you let yourself get lost in the beat.

But there's one set of piercing blue eyes that you keep finding your wide eyes returning to curiously. A man you’ve never seen before is seated in one of the VIP lounges a level above and directly in front of your elevated stage. He’s tall and muscular, with messy blonde hair and the most gorgeous eyes you’ve ever seen. And to pull it off, he’s lounging comfortable on a leather sofa, well dressed in a fitted white shirt and jeans, his intense gaze roaming over your dancing body while everyone around him was standing up and hollering towards the dancers on the stage.

He looked like a lion amongst the pack of sheep, and you couldn’t help but bat your lashes in his direction just a bit more as a spark of attraction flutters within you. You've never felt so desirable in your life, and the rush it gives you is addictive. Your show is over before you know it, with enthused yells and demands for an Encore! from the frenzied crowd around your stage as clubgoers migrated to see your show instead of the two others. You giggle coyly, finding this new, confident side of yourself so much more fun than your usual run down, shy one. Stacks of paper notes have been tossed up on your stage and the bouncers dutifully collect it up to bring to you backstage. You blow a kiss into the air for the crowd, but your eyes don’t leave the gorgeous mystery man’s when you do so.

Afterwards, the other girls are laughing and excitedly hugging you backstage, oohing over the stacks of money you’d made and saying you needed to start dancing as a regular at the club, you’d instantly become a favourite! As you giggled their encouragement off, the mood suddenly soured when your boss strode in and said there’s been a request for a private show.

This was the darker, naughtier side of JimmyZ - only offered to the filthy rich VIP clients who could afford the outrageous hourly rate for the prized, beautiful dancers at the club. You’d walked past the closed VIP lounge doors before, your face turning red from the excited moans of male and female pleasure and lewd sounds. It was highly secret, of course, so you’d never known to much about what it fully involved. But you’d have to get to know it tonight, when your boss's finger points past everyone to land on you, to say the request is for our latest dancer, who’s been hiding how much of a natural she is!

Your quickly shake your head, saying you weren’t comfortable with anything more - but your boss says you might want to hear how much he's offering to pay, first. I turned him down, too, saying you weren't one of the regular dancers...but he's very certain he can make it worth your while. When you hear the figure being offered, specifically just for you, your jaw drops. It's enough to pay your shitty rent for two whole months.

You still feel uneasy, because dancing was one thing but to go to a private room was another, and you weren't sure how you felt about using your body for money. In the end, you find yourself curious to go, to get that addictive feeling of desirability and swayed by the security of the income. You’re fully in control, Layla reassures, there’s security in the room the whole time if the client gets touchy. You just have to undress a bit, down to your underwear and give them a show, maybe a lap dance or two. Nothing more than a quick handjob at most, she insists. Then, seeing your face go red as you stammer in response, she pauses to ask that you had done that before, right?

You nod your head quickly, saying yes, of course, I'm 23! You’re too embarrassed to tell her that even though you’re in college, you’ve barely had any sexual experiences and have never had a boyfriend. There was never any time with all the jobs you worked and your full time degree. You’ve had quick, forgettable and sloppy drunk hookups, with uncomfortable fingering that didn’t make you cum or half hearted handjobs at frat parties. You’ve never had sex before, but you know there’s no point freaking out about that now when you’re commited to getting paid tonight. Besides, it was just a quick lap dance probably on some middle aged divorced guy, right?

You can do this, you tell yourself internally, this was nothing compared to dancing in front of hundred of strangers. Maybe this month you’d finally be able to buy some nice dresses and heels to treat yourself with. It can feel good, too Layla had added as she helped you touch up your lip gloss. For your own pleasure, I mean. If you let it, she says with a wink. Remember, you're in control!

When you finally enter the VIP room that night, you're shocked at the man who awaits you. Because it was certainly no sleazy middle aged man. The gorgeous blue eyed blonde from earlier looks up from his conversation at you, his lips quirking up as he sees your golden minidress sparkle in the dim light. You’re too caught off guard to move, but once he dismissed the other men he was talking to with a tilt of his hand, he beckons you over. With a backwards glance to make sure the bouncer stands guard at the door, you take a seat on the comfortable sofa next to him.

It turns out the mystery man isn't just handsome, but friendly, and funny too, with an infectious laugh that makes your heart race. He introduced himself as Max, in a delicious low Dutch accent, and offers you a drink. You politely decline, not wanting to be too disinhibited, but he pours you a glass of expensive whiskey to match the one in his hand anyways. When he asks you for your name, you give him a fake one - but his eyes darken as he tells you he doesn’t think you’re telling him the truth. I’ll call you whatever I want, then, he hums. Schatje seems very fitting for an angel like you. I hope you don’t mind that I asked to see you personally tonight. But the way you danced, I was completely entranced. And then when I saw your pretty face, these big doe eyes...well, I knew I had to meet you. No matter the cost.

You flush under the compliment from such an attractive man, now comfortably sipping on your whiskey. You're the one who's meant to be pleasing him, but it seemed he was more focused on your pleasure. He relaxes you into a surprisingly easy conversation, making you laugh with funny stories about his two house cats. How cute, you say wistfully when he shows you his saved album on his phone. You miss the way his icy eyes hungrily glance down your tempting neckline as you admire the photos, taking advantage of the angle. The tension eases from your stiff form and soon you find yourself leaning in closer to the tall, muscular blonde.

You’re a very charming talker, Max, you say coyly, your newfound confidence emerging as your attraction for him grows. I think you’ve earned your reward. He smirks as you easily climb onto his broad lap, gasping slightly from the feeling of his strong, muscular thighs beneath your soft ones. Soon you’re performing your little routine, giggling and tossing your hair, running wandering hands over yourself, squeezing your juicy tits so they popped in your small hands and make Max’s gaze narrow with desire. Layla had been right. You did feel in complete control, and your pussy throbbed in interest at the gorgeous man whose lap you sat on.

He leans back to appreciate the view and you feel lust cloud your senses from the addicting feeling of those heated blue eyes on you, mixing with the heady feeling from the expensive whiskey he’d offered. And then his fingers are skimming your waist, sending electric sparks shooting from the lightest of touches. You’re not supposed to touch, Max you say with a teasing voice, your playful smile giving away how you really felt. When you untie your dress straps, letting it fall down your waist to show him your chest, barely covered in a see through lacy bra, he lets out a low groan. C’mon, schat, he murmurs huskily. I’m meant to see the prettiest tits in my life and not even kiss them?

You giggle again, running small hands down his shirt as you slowly unbutton him to reveal a muscular, broad chest. He smirks as he watches you bite your lip as your eyes wander all the way down to his blonde happy trail, where your curious fingers have now stopped. What’s the matter, baby, he teases a little twistedly, because he knows exactly what’s stopping you. Never done this before?

You flush, but shake your head adamantly and denying his claim. Of course I have, you say with a defiant look, the competitive nature rising up as you continue to unzip his jeans. He finds your determination so cute, how hard you’re trying to please him, but you give your innocence away with a sudden gasp when his erect cock jumps out of his boxers to rest against his lower abs. It’s so big, you say with a tinge of nerves in your voice at the sight of his drooling, angry red rip. He distracts you with soft kisses to your neck, your cheeks before pressing his lips gently to yours. You can’t resist him either, leaning back in to recapture him in a deeper kiss as you two begin sloppily making out. It’s starting to feel so good, the way his skilled tongue explores your willing mouth, that you eagerly nod when he murmurs he’ll show you how to make him feel good, yeah?

And when his large hand takes yours and presses it right in between his large, spread thighs, he captures your gasps with his lips. He guides your trembling hands over his huge cock, one hand encircling both your palms around him, whispering naughty things in your ear. There you go, sweetheart, right from the tip and then down to the base in a twist, just like that. When you get confident and cutely spit a small glob on his shaft to start pumping him more furiously, he praises you even more. Fuck, you’re a natural, just perfect for me.

You blush under the praise, and together you both watch his cock swell even more with your dedicated handjob. He can’t resist giving you a deep kiss again as he sees the concentrated expression on your face. Doing so good for me, babygirl, Max murmurs as he breaks away for a second, admiring your swollen lips and dazed eyes. Here, let me make you feel good too, hmm?

You squeal in shock as his lips latch right onto your already hard nipples. Ma-Max! No touching, remember! You try to remind him breathlessly. He swirls his tongue around your areolas, one hand still guiding you to jerk him off and his other expertly squeezing and massaging your heaving tits. You very quickly find yourself distracted from his rule break as he spoils your sensitive nipples with attention. So distracted that you stop your handjob, making him pull away again and you whine from the loss of his talented tongue. He resists smirking as you practically push your jiggling tits in his face, your doe eyes begging him for more. I didn’t say you could stop jerking me off, baby, he says in mock disapproval. If you’re not going to be a good girl then you’ll have to say sorry some other way.

You tilt your head in confusion at his statement, when his strong hand tangles into your pretty curls and gently but firmly pushes your head down. Your eyes widen as you realise what he’s asking of you, and you stammer and try to weakly protest. It’s not that you aren’t into this; if anything, Max is the first guy you’ve ever felt such instant chemistry with. No - it’s that this feels so fast, too much too quick for your inexperience and self consciousness. You haven’t even processed just how far he’s planning on taking this and that technically you were selling yourself at some nightclub for his money. Besides, wasn’t there meant to be a guard here to stop the clients going too far? But when you quickly turn your head to look, Max’s hand relaxing briefly to let you peer around, you find yourself only becoming more anxious.

Because there’s no one else in the room.

Where did he go, you say, confused. I don’t understand, I thought he has to keep watch-Schatje, Max murmurs smoothly into your ear. I’m a possessive man. Did you really think I was going to let anyone else get a glimpse of what’s underneath your pretty dress? You gasp, heartbeat now fluttering rapidly from the confession that he’d been so taken with you with one look he wanted you all to himself. You’re half terrified of how much power this man seems to have, and half dizzy with pleasure that he finds you so desirable that he wants to stake his claim. He takes his time working you up again, running hands that were more like a lion’s large paws over your curves while he whispers sweet nothings in your ear, asking if you were ready to be a good girl for him.

A thought plants in your head then, as you nod obediently, and he presses a kiss to your curls to lower your head into his lap again. That Max wasn’t the sweet, gorgeous guy next door type he looked to be. No, this was someone with serious power and money, who apparently controlled the ins and outs of the most luxurious nightclub in the city as if it was his own. And tonight, for whatever reason, he wanted you.

It was just one night, right? You let yourself relax and get lost in the unfamiliar pleasure as you reassure yourself.

This time, your glossy pink lips part easily as you leave curious kitten licks to his cockhead, taking in the salty taste of his precum. He immediately groaned, head tilting back against the sofa as he rasped at you to stop teasing.

You hum in response, sending vibrations through his shaft as you press wet kisses down it. You’re obediently following all the orders he gives to you as he strokes your hair almost gently, licking him up and down. When you finally take him into your mouth, he moans your name in approval, praising how good you were being. But you can barely take half of his length, already feeling your mouth stretch and struggling to breath. Let me take over, baby he says with a dark smirk, and within a second he’s lifted you up and deposited you on the floor, in between his spread legs. You’re trapped by muscular thighs as his grip tightens on you, and then he’s thrusting his hips right to the back of your throat. Fuck yes, there you go, just like that sweetheart, he encourages with a low groan, drowning out your high pitched whines with his jackhammering movements. Mmmh! Obscene, wet sounds of your mouth drooling all over him fills the air, as you choke on the largest cock you’d ever seen. You’re gripping onto him for dear life, your teary eyes making mascara run down your cheeks and only making him more turned on as he ruins your innocent, doe eyed look. And when he cums you don’t expect it, your mouth flooded with unfamiliar white cream that he covers your chubby, blushing cheeks and bouncing tits with as he pulls out mid release and makes a complete mess of your pretty makeup. Heavy pants fill the air as he comes down from his high, looking down at you with raw desire and approval. His thumb swipes his cum off your pouty lips and slides into your lips, smirking when you obediently suck on his finger. You wouldn’t have been able to tell it’s your first time, he teases.

After you clean yourself up in the private bathroom, too embarrassed to look at your positively debauched appearance in the mirror, you find Max signing a cheque that he folds in half that he discreetly leaves on the table. But before he leaves after apologising as he has business to attend to, bending down to your petite frame to give you a sweet kiss, he offers you a deal. To quit your job and be his private dancer, every night…and in turn he’d spoil you with whatever money or gifts your heart desired.

You decline, of course, telling him this was just a one time thing, you weren’t planning on dancing here ever again. He smirks, giving you a final appreciate once over, before declaring that was obvious, he wasn’t going to let another man see you dance like that again.

You don’t see him for a few weeks after that, and it’s almost as if that electric night had never happened at all. Things go back to normal and you resume your bartending job - although you notice that there is significantly more security hovering around your counter than before. But every night Max revisits you in your dreams, making you breathlessly moan from the memory of how good his tongue and hands felt on you, how they might feel inside you next time��.you’d always wake up with damp panties.

And then one night everything changes, when a rowdy patron manages to get past the security guards and leer in your face. He remembers you from the dance show and when you try to move away he grabs onto your ass, telling you he wants another sexy performance, he demands with a pervy sneer, I know you secretly liked all the attention, like a slut.

The guards manage to get him off you but you’re shaken with how persistent the man had been. So shaken that you don’t realise the staff have pulled you into a side room until Max is in front of you, asking if you were okay with an intense gaze. He offers you his promise again, to provide for you and protect you - if you became his.

You’re annoyed with him, for just barging in and acting like you were some damsel. You hotly tell him that you're an independent girl, who wasn't going to let him have her in exchange for safety. I can take care of myself! He watched you walk off with a dark gaze, his blue eyes roaming your curves that he was desperate to get underneath him. And whatever Max Verstappen wanted, he always got.

The very next day chills run through your blood as the rowdy patron somehow turns up at your university campus. You quickly hide before he sees you, heart rate spiking as you realise he's found out who you are. Your pride melts away as you dial the number Max's men had put onto your phone despite your protests. Now, you're thankful that they did as a husky Dutch accent picks up. You're a mess on the call, crying and asking Max to please come and help-

I'm on my way, schatje. Go hide somewhere safe. After you hang up you realize you never told him where you were. But it doesn't matter, because the Dutch Lion is there within minutes, stepping out of a sleek black Aston Martin that looks like it costs more than all 5 years of your student debt. Your stalker doesn't stand a chance as he's pushed into a back alley easily by Max, who re-emerges a few moments later discreetly tucking what you're pretty sure is a handgun into his belt. You stare in stunned silence as he gestures to some men who have appeared to clean up whatever mess he left behind, before guiding you with a firm hand on your lower back into his luxurious car.

Still want to turn down what I can offer you, schatje? he murmurs lowly as he smoothly drives you home, his large hand resting on your thigh. And you realise that you don't, because for the first time in your life you don't have to fight tooth and nail to protect yourself. No - because Max had just proved he was willing to do that for you.

So you let yourself be worshipped, be cared for by him. And he knew how skittish you got, and started with baby steps - paying your phone bills, your groceries, and then your rent. Buying whatever handbag or necklace you would happen to briefly admire when walking past a shop, getting you a cute but outrageously expensive car so you stopped taking the train. And you can't lie about how good it feels to walk into class wearing diamond earrings and the Louboutin heels you'd always wanted, to have your mean classmates look at you in awe and envy.

And so when Max insisted that he couldn't let you stay at the dump you called a home any longer, that it was just unsafe for a sweet, precious thing like yourself - you barely resisted and moved into his spacious penthouse apartment. Truly, he gave you whatever you wanted, his toy that he spoils and lavishes however she likes - and at night, lets him climb into her bed to fuck however he wants. And oh, did he fuck you good. It became a habit for you to greet him after his late night meetings with a sweet kiss on the cheek and a gin on the rocks in your hand - which he would drink with you sitting on his lap, telling him animatedly about your day. And of course, he’d get to unwrap his present when he pulls off your silk nightie and widens his legs for you to kneel between them. Dressed in pretty pastel scraps of French lace you buy with his credit card, you’re dutifully slurping and kissing his thick, swollen cock and slapping it against your cheeks. You knew how much Max loved seeing his cum drip down your face and you’d make sure to wear extra eyeliner and lipgloss so he could enjoy the sight of you utterly ruined for him, stroking your mascara tear stained cheeks as you choke on his length. Such a fast learner, schatje Max chuckles at you, stroking your hair almost lovingly but the roughness of his thrusts anything but.

And most of all, you loved when Max would pick you up from class and casually announce that he was taking you away for the weekend. You’d been confused at first, stressed about the study time you were missing out on, but once you sit down in his private jet with you laptop and textbooks in hand you realise you’re truly going to be taken care of in every way. It’s impossible to resist the urge to give back the same to Max, to show him just how much affection you’ve started growing for him. So on those nights in some tropical island resort, with the breeze blowing in through open doors, you give him a free use pass. Whatever he wanted, however he wanted it - all weekend long. It’s to no surprise that you’re chained to the headboard within the hour, thighs tightly tied up around your waist so you’re spread open for him and he could see the wetness dripping through your lace thong. You’re whining, so embarrassed by how intently his heated gaze roams over your body that it’s a relief when he blindfolds you with his tie, and clips a collar around your neck with his initials gleaming from it. He teases you mercilessly, taking you right to the edge with his fingers or tongue but stopping just before you cum, until you’re screaming his name and begging him to fuck you already. And then he takes you for so many rounds that you’re crying for him to stop, it’s too much Maxie, you can’t cum a fourth time-

It’s safe to say you’ve grown into your place by Max’s side very well. You knew what others thought, from the jealous looks from your classmates when his Aston Martin rolls onto campus or the judgemental stares from other vacationers when you obediently sit in Max’s lap while he takes his business calls, dressed in a skimpy bikini and his collar that he absentmindedly traces before moving down to possessively curl his hand on your hip. But you couldn’t care less if they thought you were a trophy girlfriend or a sugar baby - because after all, he was the one wrapped around your pretty little finger, ready to wage a war if you so much as shed a tear.

And you wouldn’t have it any other way.

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piastriprincess · 2 months ago

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was your soul rediscovered (was your heart rearranged?) ⸻ lando norris x reader .

featuring lando norris , soulmate au , friends to lovers word count 2.6k author’s note thank you thank you THANK YOU for all the love on my oscar fic , this is another one i’ve been workshopping for a bit - lowkey inspired by @binisainz , i love the way she writes lando sm . i promise yall i don’t only write friends to lovers !! anyway hope you all like it , inbox is open for requests or if you wanna talk to me !! title from maine by noah kahan .

“Mate, what are you watching?” your best friend says as he steps out of his room.

You were sprawled on his expensive couch, but you practically bolt up when you hear his voice. “Nothing,” you respond, voice shaky and high-pitched as you try to pause the video, but you’re no match for Lando’s reflexes, honed over years of pushing his body to the limit. He snatches the phone out of your hand — the little gremlin — and starts giggling almost immediately. “Soulmate Theory: Understanding the Red String of Fate?”

“Shut up,” you hiss, cheeks burning as you try to grab your phone from him. Lando’s anticipating that move, though, and he steps just out of your reach, grinning at you with that annoying smile he’s perfected over your years-long friendship. “Lan, give it back.”

You can hear the narrator’s voice, tinny through your phone speakers as the video keeps playing: “The two souls connected by the red thread are destined to be lovers, regardless of place, time, or circumstance. This magical cord may stretch or tangle, but never break.” You can’t stand the stupid smile on Lando’s face for a second longer, so you jump on Lando’s back. His giggle drowns out the rest of the narration as you finally manage to wrestle the phone out of his hands, stabbing the pause button like you have a personal vendetta against it.

“Not another word about it,” you warn him, smoothing your dress. He actually manages to keep his mouth shut for about five minutes.

“I can’t believe you buy into that stuff,” Lando scoffs, rolling his shoulders in that cocky way of his as you both exit his apartment building. He pulls open the passenger door, and you slide into his car as he walks around to the driver’s side. “It’s such rubbish.”

You sigh. “I can’t believe you don’t. I mean, look at all the people who found their soulmates. Look at Oscar and Lily! How can you hear all those stories and still believe there’s no such thing?”

“We can’t see it,” Lando shrugs as he hands you the aux cord without even looking. “The red string is supposed to show up if we fall in love with our soulmates, but who could prove it? I could say Tate McRae was my soulmate and no one would be able to tell I was wrong, even her. Unless she fell in love with me and didn’t see it.”

“Please,” you respond tartly, pausing before the punchline. “As if you could ever pull Tate McRae.” You know he’s about to respond, a sassy retort or a punch to the shoulder brewing in his mind, but before he can, you hit play on your ‘Make Lando Shut Up’ Spotify playlist. His eyes widen with delight as On the Floor by J.Lo starts to play, and before you know it you’re both singing along, the conversation effectively forgotten.

⸻

You’re sitting in a booth at Jimmyz, watching Charles Leclerc cross the dance floor with your chin propped in your hand. His tanned skin shines under the pulsing lights, those beautiful blue eyes crinkling at the corners as he speaks rapid-fire French to one of the other drivers. You’re not sure when you started noticing Charles the way you do now. Maybe it’s a stupid crush on one of Lando’s friends, a guy tangentially in your orbit who’s finally single. Or maybe, just maybe, he’s your —

“Just go talk to him, you muppet,” Lando says directly into your left ear, and you jump in surprise, whirling to face him. His hair is damp, a sheen of sweat on his muscular arms.

“Jesus Christ, Lando. Stop sneaking up on me.”

“I’m just saying,” he continues, eyes bright and teasing as he leans closer to you. “Eye sex tends to work better when the other person is looking back at you.”

“Charles will realize he wants my eye sex one of these days,” you counter, sitting back in the booth. “This is eye foreplay.”

Lando grins, wiggling his eyebrows. “Maybe you should get some eye experience, to know what you’re doing when the time comes. Wanna have a staring contest?”

You snort, bumping your shoulder against his. “Ew. Freak.” You don’t look back at Charles. He’s not looking at you, anyway. “Think those girls might have a problem with that,” you note, eyes flicking to the gaggle of bleach-blondes Lando left behind at the edge of the booth.

He rolls his eyes. “Please. You know you’re the only one who’s coming home with me.” You allow him a small smile at that, and he grabs your arm, pulling you out of the booth to dance.

⸻

“Oh my god,” you moan, teeth sinking into the first bite. “I think this pizza is my soulmate.” You’re at a tiny ristorante in Monza, executing your oldest pre-race tradition of taking Lando to Saturday night dinner (he insists that if you pay, it’s all even, despite the fact that he pays for your flights and hotel room and gives you a paddock pass).

Lando’s scrolling through his phone absentmindedly, not looking at you. “That’d be a real win for the universe, wouldn’t it?” he replies dryly.

You give him a pass. He’s still waiting for his food, and he gets fussy when he’s hungry. “I’m serious,” you continue lightly, waving a slice in his general direction. “Try some.” He doesn’t look up. “I should invite Charles here. Maybe we’ll be poly soulmates with this margherita. Do you think if we both ate some at the same time, we’d be able to see the red string going down our throats?”

Lando giggles, finally putting his phone away, and you feel a little swell of happiness in your stomach. “Oh my god, shut up, you muppet.” He reaches for the pizza, about to take the slice from your hand when he goes pale, letting it slip through his fingers. It falls face-down on his plate, untouched.

“What the hell, Lan?” you grin, but all of a sudden he looks like he’s on another planet, eyes wide and fixed on your face. “You okay?” you ask, concerned, and place your hand on his wrist. The skin burns beneath your fingers.

His eyes meet yours for another second, and then he shakes his head like he’s clearing cobwebs from his brain. “Totally. Just… zoned out for a second, I think,” he says softly.

“Okay,” you say, unconvinced and ready to press him on it, but then the waiter comes back to your table with his pizza, and that strange, charged moment passes.

⸻

You’re sprawled on Lando’s couch under a big blanket, a little wine-drunk as Notting Hill plays on the TV screen in front of you. You’ve seen it a hundred times, since Lando picks it practically every single movie night, but you can’t stop your eyes from getting a little misty when Hugh Grant and Julia Roberts look at each other in the crowded press room, the red string wrapping around the mic stands and chairs from one pinky to the other.

“See?” Lando tosses a piece of popcorn into the air, catching it in his mouth. “Hugh Grant was like, totally in love with his wife. She finds her soulmate and leaves him. And the whole time, Julia Roberts was there. His real soulmate, out in the universe, and he marries someone else.”

“That doesn’t lessen the value of the love,” you shrug, throwing a handful from your bowl at his head. He yelps, pieces hitting him in the face. “It just means the person who was made for him was somebody else. You can still be happy with someone who isn’t your soulmate.”

“God. Love’s complicated enough without soulmates messing it up,” he mutters under his breath, just loud enough for you to catch. “I hate soulmates.”

“How do you hate something you don’t believe in?” you ask automatically, expecting his usual anti-soulmate rant. But it doesn’t come, and when you look over at him, he’s avoiding your eyes.

“Oh my god,” you say, somewhat delightedly. “You do believe in them. You believe in soulmates.”

“Shut up,” he mumbles, suddenly very interested in his popcorn bowl.

“I thought you thought they were ‘rubbish,’” you mimic his words from weeks ago, not even bothering to hide your smile anymore. “What happened?”

“They still are rubbish,” he protests. “How terrible is it that we know someone out there is made for us, but we don’t know if we found that person until we’re already in love? Look at Hugh Grant and the ex-wife. They had to know they were dooming their soulmates if they stayed together.”

You frown. “It’s just a movie, Lan. An admittedly great movie, but a movie. Plus, they found the right person in the end.” You motion to the TV, where Hugh Grant and Julia Roberts sit in the park.

He sits up, eyes flickering over your face restlessly. “What if they hadn’t? If you love somebody who isn’t your soulmate, would you leave them to wait for the real thing? Or would you stay with the person you love anyway?”

“Me?” you ask, and he nods, his fingertips drumming against the arm of the couch. “I dunno. Who knows if I’ll ever find my soulmate, you know? I want to believe I will, but it’s a big world. I guess I’d stay with the person I love.”

He slouches back on the couch as the credits roll. “Yeah. Love’s hard enough without soulmates.”

⸻

“You’ll never believe what just happened,” you laugh. “Are you sitting down?”

“Hold on,” Lando’s voice spills through your phone speakers. He’s in Woking for testing this week, so you’re all alone in Monaco, and you hate to admit that just hearing his voice is making you smile. “One second.” You hear him close a door behind him, then the soft oof of him flopping facedown onto the couch. “Alright. I’m sat. Lay it on me.”

“Okay. So. I was on one of those park benches by the beach reading, right? And all of a sudden this little dog runs up to me.” You pause for dramatic effect. “It’s Charles’s dog. And he comes running up after him, all cute and sweaty, and thanked me for catching Leo. And we got to talking, and he asked me if I wanted to grab dinner with him tonight.” You can hear the smile in your voice, sure he’s about to tease you endlessly for it. “What?” Lando says, sharply, and you have to hold the phone away from your ear a little.

“Jesus, Lan. Volume.” You’re only teasing, but for a moment there’s nothing but silence on the other end of the phone.

“Well… that’s cool,” he says flatly. You frown. You don’t know what reaction you were expecting, but it’s not this.

“Are you serious?” you say, picking at your cuticle. “I thought you’d be happier for me. You’ve been telling me to talk to him for, like, ever. And this was a pretty cute first encounter. Straight out of a rom-com. Maybe I’ll see the red string tonight. Maybe he’s my —”

“Charles Leclerc is not your soulmate,” Lando scoffs dismissively.

You roll your eyes before you realize he can’t see you. “How would you even know?”

A pause. Suddenly the amorphous space between you feels charged like a live wire.

“He just isn’t. No way.” Lando says firmly, and you let out a breath you didn’t realize you were holding.

“Whatever,” you say, but your enthusiasm is somewhat dimmed. “I guess we’ll see on the date. How’s testing going?”

He launches into some story about how Oscar accidentally nearly broke the rear wing by leaning too heavily on it, but you’re not listening, not really. His words, his certainty rubbed you the wrong way. How would Lando possibly know whether or not Charles was the right one for you?

He couldn’t, of course. No one could. You wish you could just ignore it, let it go, but Lando knows you better than almost anyone, and you trust him instinctually.

Charles Leclerc is not your soulmate.

You hadn’t thought that he was, not seriously at least, but hearing Lando say it so straight-out made the butterflies in your stomach stop fluttering. An hour before you’re supposed to meet Charles at the restaurant, you text him to cancel.

⸻

“I think it’s going to rain,” you muse, taking a sip of your iced coffee. You’d dragged Lando on an adventure to some cafe overlooking the ocean; your friend had told you it had a beautiful view and the best kouign amanns in the principality. She wasn’t wrong, and although the walk was longer than you’d expected, you’d been congratulating yourself on a Saturday well spent until the sky started growing darker.

“It’s not going to rain,” Lando says from beside you, voice muffled as his mouth is half-full of one of the pastries. “It never rains in Monaco.”

It’s like the storm was waiting for dramatic effect; just then, the sky opens up, and before you know it the rain is soaking through your shirt.

“Shit,” you laugh, watching the shock evident on his face. “Never rains, huh?”

As you speak, there’s a crack of thunder behind you. You’re not a child, not scared of storms like you used to be, but Lando still grabs your hand as you take off running, searching for the nearest shelter from the driving rain. He pulls you down a side alley, your sneakers skidding on the wet stone as you stop beneath an awning.

You lean against the wall, panting as you look up at him. His white tee is soaked through and his hair is plastered to his forehead, but he’s grinning at you, eyes bright, so breathtaking that you feel like the wind just got knocked out of your body. “Always an adventure,” he says cheerfully, and you realize he’s still holding your hand. You’re about to wriggle away, to wipe the water off your face, when something catches your eye. You look down at your hands and nearly stop breathing. There’s a glowing red thread, winding from your pinky to his.

The red string of fate, you think to yourself. The two souls connected by the red thread are destined to be lovers, regardless of place, time, or circumstance. This magical cord may stretch or tangle, but never break.

Oh. Oh, oh, oh.

Lando was your soulmate.

You were in love with your best friend.

“You okay?” Lando asks, and you realize you’ve been silent for far too long. You want to look at him, but you can’t seem to drag your eyes away from the thread.

“Our hands look good together,” you say dreamily. You can’t keep the smile off your face. “I never realized until just now.”

“Yeah?” Lando says, his voice pitching up slightly. “What changed?”

You look up, finally, and meet his eyes, see the way his tongue darts out to lick the plush pink of his bottom lip. He’s nervous. Does he know? You’re not going to force it, if he doesn’t.

“A new accessory,” you say vaguely, shrugging your shoulders, but your cheeks are starting to hurt from beaming at him.

“Red, by any chance?” he asks, and you know.

“And joint custody,” you agree.

His smile lights up his entire face. “Took you long enough.”

“I can’t believe you didn’t tell me!” you smack his arm, hard, and he just shrugs. You’re understanding his change of heart on soulmates, now. He figured out that he had one. “When did you find out?”

“When you were shoveling that pizza, in Monza.”

You grin, eyes shining with tears. How could you not have guessed it? “Played it off well, there.”

“I’m super smooth,” he agrees, pulling you closer. Your hands land on his chest, like they’ve always been meant to be there. “I’m gonna kiss you now, yeah?” he murmurs, tilting your chin up with one finger.

You’re already leaning in, and when your lips brush against each other for the first time it feels like coming home. “Took you long enough.”

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dilemmaontwolegs · 1 year ago

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You Came, You Called || LN4

Summary: when strangers follow you from the nightclub there’s only one person you want to call.

Warnings: angst, threatening behaviour, fluff

WC: 2.4K

Lando stirred at the sound of his phone ringing on the bedside table. There were few people who could get past the ‘do not disturb’ setting that came into effect after midnight. With bleary eyes he reached for the phone and cringed at the bright light in his face but the sight of your name chased away his exhaustion.

It had been 162 days since you last spoke to him. It had been 162 days since he had ruined everything. He regretted his foolishness for every single one of those days and his stomach flipped at the thought of hearing your voice.

“Hey,” he answered, a flinch following as his voice cracked from lack of use while he slept. He quickly cleared it before trying again. “Hey.”

“Hey, baby.”

Alarm bells rang in his head and he sat up straight. Had you called the wrong man? That thought soured in his mouth.

“I’m on my way home.”

It wasn’t your unsteady voice he was focused on but the male voices that sounded far too close for his liking. “Aw, don’t call your boyfriend. We only want to talk.”

“Where are you?” Lando was already pulling on a pair of sweatpants and grabbing the first shirt he came across. “Are you okay?”

“No,” you whispered with a tremble in your tone. “I miss you.”

“Tell me where you are, sweetheart. I’m on my way.”

“Come on, gorgeous, it’s just a bit of fun,” a man called out and Lando saw red when he heard you choke back a sob. He knew the sound because he had been the reason for it before, and it had haunted him ever since. “He doesn’t have to know.”

“I’m heading towards Chocolat Boutique, please hurry.”

“I’m coming, sweetheart. I’m on my way.” Lando was already racing down to the garage and jumping in his McLaren. The engine roared loudly in the underground space before he tore out onto the street. “Keep talking to me, okay?”

The small store would have closed hours ago, but it was down the street from Jimmyz nightclub which was where you probably had been. He didn’t even know you were in town, and he didn’t have a right to know your whereabouts anymore.

“I’m scared, Lan.” The pain echoed around him as his phone connected to the car and played in surround sound.

“I know you are, but it’s going to be okay. I’m almost there, I promise.” He didn’t care about speeding tickets or running red lights. He flew through the narrow streets as he was forced to listen to the cat calls.

“I didn’t know who to call,” you admitted as you tried to walk faster but your heels hindered any escape. The three men were getting closer but they were in no hurry as they prowled both sides of the street to herd you along.

“You can always call me, love,” Lando swore, taking the last turn fast enough for the tires to squeal in protest. “And I’ll always answer.”

He found you on the footpath clutching your phone to your ear, hand cupped over the microphone as you spoke to him. Fear had widened your eyes and your normal stature cowered under the gaze of the men behind you.

Twisting the steering wheel, Lando skidded to a halt beside you and threw the door open. You had seen him angry before, when races don’t go his way, but this was beyond anger. Waves of rage rolled off him as you leapt into his arms, your trembling form finding itself molding perfectly back into his body. Two puzzle pieces slotting back together.

“I got you, sweetheart,” he soothed as he cradled the back of your head and glared over your shoulder. “You’re safe now.”

He might not have been the most imposing figure but you knew Lando was strong and regularly had boxing lessons for training. You had no doubt that if anything escalated he would use every lesson to protect you, but the cowards shrank back into the shadows of the shops.

“Let’s get you home.”

You were in such a state of shock that you didn’t see Lando wince at his mistake. You hadn’t called his apartment home for 162 days, not since you packed your bags and left. But right now you longed for that place where you had felt so safe and secure, tangled in his sheets and he curled his body around yours.

He opened the passenger door and reluctantly stepped out of your embrace to guide you into the seat. The doors locked as he started the engine and you exhaled a heavy breath of relief when the street was left behind.

Tearing your eyes away from the tinted window, you looked at Lando properly and saw his disheveled appearance. “I’m sorry for waking you.”

“I’m not.” He took his eyes off the road for a second before reaching over to take your hand. “You’re freezing.”

He couldn’t tell if you were shaking because you were cold or if it was the adrenaline leading to shock. Dropping your hand he reached behind your seat to grab a hoodie that was always left in the car. The material was soft and smelled like him as you pulled on, inhaling deeply at the familiarity of the scent.

“I miss stealing these,” you whispered as you buried your cold hands into the front pocket.

Lando chuckled at the admission. He missed seeing his hoodies on you and asking if you knew where his favourite ones were. You would lie and he would smile at how terrible the attempt was.

“You can steal that one, if you want. I have too many now that they don’t mysteriously disappear.”

The car pulled into the garage and you found the space where your car used to park now filled with a pretty Lamborghini. A new sense of sadness hit that of course everything could be upgraded and replaced. “You can take me to my hotel. I wasn’t thinking clearly, you probably have company.”

His lips turned down at the thought and he shook his head. Lando understood why you would assume that, after all it was the reason you had left. What he had thought was harmless flirting had wrought destruction on his relationship with you. He knew he should’ve deleted the messages as soon as they were received but a moment of weakness when he was away from you led him to reply.

He betrayed your trust and he had regretted it ever since.

“There isn’t anyone,” he said as he parked. “There isn’t anyone ever, just to be clear.”

You mulled over his words as you stepped out of the car and accepted his hand, trading the warmth of the pocket for his palm. You kept hearing the insinuation echo with each step in the empty garage.

“Did you go out alone tonight?”

You shook your head. “Ana felt sick so she left. I should have gone with her.”

“So why did you stay?”

You weren’t ready to admit there was a slight hope you would see him so you just shrugged. It was Saturday night in Monaco and Jimmyz was the place to be - especially for a handsome, single man like Lando. You hadn’t wanted it to be this way though.

“I stopped going there after…a couple of months ago,” he said as he unlocked his door.

“Why? You loved that place.”

“I loved going with you,” he corrected. “I got to hold you and dance, show you off to everyone. When I went back, everyone just wanted to use me.”

You could imagine the women fawning over him and the men trying to be his next best friend. Sex or money, it was all they wanted from him.

“I’m sorry, Lan.”

“Lan,” he chuckled, following the light down the hall to his bedroom. The blanket was tossed aside and his charging cord was half hanging from the wall, a testament to how quickly he had left his bed to rescue you. “No one else calls me that anymore. It’s always Lando Norris, full name, so fucking weird. It’s Lando Norris getting out of his car. Oh, look, it’s Lando Norris scratching his nose.”

You laughed at his impersonation and sat at the edge of the bed. It was such an innocent thing but it brought back a million memories made in this room and he was seeing them all too as he stood frozen.

“Are you going to stand there all night, Lando Norris?”

His eyes traced your lips that mocked him before he shook his head of the thought that entered his head. Going to his wardrobe, he grabbed a loose shirt and tossed it to you before turning his back. “That’ll be more comfortable to sleep in than your dress.”

You laughed to yourself as he turned away, despite intimately knowing every inch of your body, until you found his eyes in the reflection of the mirror. His tortured eyes dared you to tell him to look away, but they begged you all the same. Maybe you were feeling grateful for the rescue, or maybe it was just an old habit that you held his gaze as you rose to your feet and let your dress fall to the floor with his hoodie.

His eyes darkened and he groaned, but the sound woke him up from his stupor. “I’ll go sleep on the couch.”

“Wait.” You took a step towards him as he stepped towards the door. “Please stay.”

He heard the fragility in your tone and the residual fear from the evening creeping back. He knew it was a bad idea but he couldn’t find the words to voice them as he gripped the door handle.

You watched his fingers release their tight hold before he nodded. “But please put the shirt on,” he pleaded as you tested his self restraint.

It was summer and the air still held warmth despite the early hour, but you dutifully pulled it over your head and climbed into the sheets. Lando waited until you were completely covered before he walked around to his side of the bed and curled up at the edge.

You both lay in silence, back to back, watching the shadows on the wall as the minutes ticked away. Lando was like a heat seeking missile and he was fighting an internal battle to keep from rolling over and curling his body around yours. You had always loved physical contact, it was comforting to be wrapped in his arms.

You knew he was awake and uncomfortable.

He knew you were awake and uncomfortable.

A few more minutes passed and you could no longer pretend he didn’t exist, or that you didn’t want the comfort he could give. “Lan?”

“Yeah?” His response was instant and you felt the bed shift as he rolled onto his back.

“Stop being weird and just cuddle me so we can get some sleep.”

“I don’t want to make you uncomfortable.”

You giggled and reached blindly for him. “I am already.”

Your hand found his arm and he shimmied across the space until it curled around your waist. His knees tucked behind yours and his breath warmed your neck as he whispered, “I’m sorry. For everything. I know you hate me, but-”

“I don’t,” you interjected, twisting your neck to look at him in the dim light. “I did, I really did. But I don’t anymore.”

“You should. I hurt you so bad. I deserve your hate.”

You swallowed down the lump in your throat and looked away as you admitted aloud what you had known for a while. “I can’t hate you, Lan, not when I still love you.”

Lando froze still behind you and you weren’t sure if he was even breathing. “You still love me?” Disbelief, wonder, hope - it was so saturated in that question.

“I thought something terrible was going to happen to me tonight so I called you in case it was the last time I could. I didn’t want ‘I hate you’ to be my last words to you.”

Lando’s gut clenched at the thought and his arms tightened around you, crushing your back to his chest. “I wish you called sooner, I would come day or night to get you.”

“I know.”

“I don’t think you do,” he said sadly. “Every weekend for the past five months I wonder if you are out drinking and clubbing. I know it’s not my place, and I lost all right to know where you are, but I need to know you safe, sweetheart. It kills me to think that there might be someone else looking out for you, because that was my job. It should still be my job, to protect you, because I love you too. I never stopped loving you.”

You squirmed in his arms but they were too tight to move. “Lan, I need you to let go of me,” you murmured.

“I’ve tried, but I can’t. I can’t give up on us.”

“Lan.”

His breath was shaky but he released his tight grip on you, despite his desire to keep you close. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have said any of that.”

He started to pull away but you finally had room to move and followed. “Lando! Come back, you muppet. I just wanted to see your face without breaking my neck,” you laughed.

He paused, a little from appearing between his brows. “Let go…oh…” His eyes lit up even in the dark room and he bundled you back into his arms. “Muppet is my word.”

You nuzzled your face into the crook of his neck and inhaled his scent. “I stole it too, like your hoodies.”

“I was a muppet so you can have it this time.” He pulled back so he could find your eyes. “Where does this leave us?”

“You broke my trust.” You felt him deflate at the words. “But when I needed you, you came.”

“You called.”

Your chest felt light with emotion those two words brought and you combed your fingers into his dark curls. “I don’t know where this leaves us but what I do know is that I really want you to kiss me.”

His eyes widened in surprise. “Now? Are you sure? It might just be the adrena-”

“Shut up and kiss me, Lan.”

He didn’t need to be told a third time.

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f1fantasys · 3 months ago

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Thought you were mine all along, guess I was wrong - Part 9

Summary - pretty sure you can guess from the warnings below ;) Can be read as a standalone if you just want smut.

Warnings - filthy smut, minors DNI PLEASE. penetrative sex, unprotected sex, oral sex both m! and f! receiving, blowjob, fingering, squirting, cockwarming, anal sex, swearing, dirty talk.

A/N - THANK YOU so much if you're still following this story. I'm so so happy with how it turned out and I had so much fun writing the never ending smut in this chapter.

Part 1. Part 2. Part 3. Part 4. Part 5. Part 6. Part 7. Part 8.

6K+ words!

That night was the last time you saw Lando in person. You'd went into it with nerves, fear even, but you left feeling lighter, hopeful. Even though he hurt you, so much, you always knew a part of you could never hate him, but rather always love him, and to somewhat have him back in your life was the best feeling you'd had in recent months, so you'd take it.

Lando was busy preparing for the new season, training camps, assessments, sponsor events, and so he was hardly home in the last couple of weeks, only dropping in for a day or two here and there, never getting the chance to meet up since you yourself were busy prepping, but you were content with how things were at the minute. You'd kept in touch, more so than you'd initially hoped so, but things were going well. Texting through the day, Facetimes almost every other night, talking about everything and nothing. You could see Lando was still reserved, not wanting to push boundaries and make you uncomfortable, for which you were grateful. Things were slowly sliding into place, and you were here for it. Each time you saw his face on your screen, butterflies re-ignited in your stomach, heat crawling through your body whenever he gave you a dimpled-smile, and not to mention how your cunt throbbed for him when he'd called you after his assessment, sweat dripping off his body.

It was the Friday before pre-season testing started next week, so that only meant one thing - a final hurrah at Jimmyz to close in the winter break with all of your close friends, work related and non-work related.

Lando was still in the UK, he was only flying home to Monaco this weekend to pack and then head off to Bahrain. which is where you knew you'd see him again. But as you were getting ready, your phone buzzed with a message from him.

''Flying back home, see you tonight at Jimmyz?''

Your heart pounded. Yes you fucking wanted to see him, but still, a part of you was nervous, shy almost because things were slowly falling into place and it was only a matter of time until there was a shift between the two of you. It suddenly felt like your crush was texting you as a blush crept up your neck and face. But before you could reply, another message came through.

''If you want, I know you'll be there but I can skip it if you're not..ready..no pressure :)''

You smiled to yourself, quickly typing out your response.

''Relax Lan, of course I want you there..can't wait to see you x''

You knew him so well you practically heard him let out a breath somewhere.

Sliding into your white satin dress for the evening, you touched up on your hair and makeup, look finished with a pair of stunning heels. It had been a long time since you've felt this good getting all dressed up, and it may or may not be due to a certain someone.

The night started off well, mingling and dancing, downing drinks like there was no tomorrow, but it wasn't long until you were getting ants in your pants, waiting patiently for Lando to show up. You eyes were scanning the crowds every few minutes, each time disappointing you more and more. You weren't mad, no. Just desperate.

''He's on the way'' George leaned in and whispered in you ear at one point as you tried to straighten your face and not be affected by him telling you that. You responded by downing the little of his drink that was left, walking off and hearing him laugh to himself.

You were currently at the bar, chatting to Carmen when you saw him over her shoulder, greeting fellow drivers but mind obviously somewhere else - looking around until his eyes finally landed on yours, biggest smile gracing his face.

The man looked delicious, if you could say that. He had on a pair of jeans with a black button up, obviously only literally half of the buttons were actually done up, revealing his broad chest and a silver necklace, with a backward cap, a few curls sticking out here and there. You gawked at him as he walked up to you, a heat creeping up your neck as you saw his eyes shamelessly roam your body, spending a few seconds too long on your cleavage, that was barely contained with the dress you were wearing.

Carmen realized the reason for your ''zoning out'' so she not so subtly slid away, leaving an empty spot for Lando.

Finally, he was within touching distance, the smell of his perfume over taking your senses. You legs felt like jelly, suddenly not knowing how to act in front of him, what to say, but you couldn't help but let out a chuckle when his eyes once again landed on your boobs. A deer caught in headlights, his eyes snapped up back to yours as he smiled again, biting his lip.

''Sorry, hi'' he said, leaning in to wrap his arms around you as you did the same. Your whole body was tingling, electricity waking up your nerves. You mentally cursed yourself for being this shy. Lando had seen every inch of you before, the good, the bad, physically and mentally. And vise versa - you'd seen every inch of him. He held you close, tight, and you felt him take a big breath in as he nuzzled his face in your hair. His arms felt strong around you, caging you in and holding you impossibly close against his body.

The next 30 minutes were spent chatting, flirting, touching, the alcohol in both your systems coming to the surface. And it wasn't long until you were on the dance floor with your friends, your ass grinding against his front as his hands roamed your body.

Yes things have gotten from 0 to 100 far too quickly, but you didn't care. You need him. And from the way he was leaving wet kisses down your jaw, he needed you just as much.

You tried to stay put for as long as possible, not give in to you desperation, but when Lando turned your body around to face his, the look in his eyes told you everything.

''Please'' you whispered, not knowing if he'd even hear you but you were pretty sure you were on the same page. That was all Lando needed to hear though.

Before you knew it he was roughly pulling you behind him in the direction of the bathroom, his hands holding yours so tight as if he was afraid you'd change your mind.

Lando opened the door, roughly pushing you inside, locking it. And within seconds he was cupping your face, lips crashing into yours. You were like animals, starved. The kiss was hungry, messy, sloppy, teeth clashing and tongues fighting for dominance. You won when he took a breath, sliding your tongue across his bottom lip and slipping into his mouth. The first taste you got of him had you whimpering, legs like jelly again because you'd wished for this moment to happen again for months. Lando's hold on your face should have hurt, but it felt anything but that, if anything, it turned you on even more. It almost felt like a claim. A claim he had on you.

You pulled back for air, letting Lando's mouth roam down to your neck, sucking and biting at your sweets spots that he remembered so well while your hands found his head, pulling his cap off and finding his hair, pulling and tugging on it as his tongue soothed over the bruises for tomorrow. His hands slid down to your legs, creeping under your dress as he slowly pulled it up over your thighs.

''This ok?'' he asked, breathless.

''Mm, more than'' you said, pulling his face up back to your for another dirty kiss, letting his tongue into your mouth this time while his hands traveled closer and closer to your throbbing pussy.

Lando pulled back when he realized you weren't wearing any panties, his fingers coming into contact with your sticky juices. His voice sounded raw, hoarse, ''No panties? Should have known'' he said, smirking.

You were about to bite back, but your words got caught in your throat when he quickly thrust two fingers through your hole, deep and hard sending you into a series a moans, biting down on his neck.

His pace was relentless, adding a third finger and repeatedly hitting against your G-spot as you clung onto him for life, not trusting yourself to hold yourself up.

''Fuck, Lando, right there'' you moaned again, already feeling an impending orgasm building up.

''So tight baby, takes me so well'' he whispered in your ear before biting down at it.

''M'close'' you mumbled, concentrating on the way his fingers expertly slid in and out of you, almost to the beat of the muffled music, and before you knew it you were shuddering in his arms, coating his fingers in your milky cum as he slowed his movements, riding you through your orgasm as gasps of air left your mouth.

Lando pulled his fingers out, eyes trained on yours as licked them clean, eyes closing when he got a taste of you while you watched on with hooded eyes, chest heaving.

Time stood still for a couple of moments, the both of you coming to terms of what just happened and what was to inevitably happen next.

You took a few seconds to take Lando in. Your fingers tracing his perfectly contoured jaw, his stubble grazing against you. His own fingers traced the curve of your lips ever so softly, stark contrast to how rough he was just a few minutes ago.

''Ýou okay?'' he asked softly, suddenly worried he'd gone too far.

You quickly nodded your head. ''I am, but..I need more. Please take me home Lan'' you said confidently, because it's what you wanted.

His whole demeanor changed. Worried look disappearing from his face, eyes darkening, his hold on you tighter.

''Yeah?''

''Please''

The next few minutes were a blur. The both of you rushing out of the club, ordering a taxi, you practically on his lap in the back seat as he kissed you senseless, tongues lapping each other.

The uber driver eventually had to clear his throat when you'd arrived at Lando's, and you were sure to leave a generous tip before Lando literally carried you out of the car, throwing you over his shoulder as he practically ran to the elevator.

He put you down before pushing you back to the wall, gently cupping your face as he brought his down to yours for yet another kiss. It was slower this time, so much more meaningful, but still deep and sloppy.

Next thing you knew you were being pushed into his apartment, the door slamming shut behind you as he picked you up again, sprinted to his room and throwing you down on the bed, ripping your dress apart in his hands as you gasped with shock.

''Lando!'' you shrieked, but the look in his eyes was that of a man on a mission. He was ready to devour you and you were so ready for it.

''You look better without it'' he said, eyes trained on your bare boobs, nipples hardening with the cool air.

You watched as he pulled back, unbuttoning his own shirt and discarding his jeans, leaving him in just his boxers.

Before he hovered over you, he had to ask again. ''Are you sure? We can pause if this is too much'' he said.

''I'm sure Lan. I need you so fucking bad right now. Please'' you begged, for the thousandth time tonight.

''I need you too baby. Gonna make you feel so good ok..?'' he said as you nodded in agreement, body tinging with anticipation.

He leaned down to catch your lips again while his hands found your breasts. His touch had you gasping through the kiss, back arching off the bed as he rolled your peaked nipples through his fingers harshly, lowering his head further until he was level with them.

One of his hands reached up, tapping two fingers at your lips to allow you to slide them in, while his own lips closed around your left nipple, sucking on it harshly before soothing over it with his tongue. Your own tongue, was sucking on his fingers, teeth grazing over them every now and then, responding to the overdrive Lando was sending you body into.

You could feel his thick girth through his boxers, a wet patch forming against your stomach as you tried to use your legs to rid him of his briefs, but he was quick to pull back, fingers still pressing into your mouth.

''Patience love, or the night will end before it even begins'' he said, voice stern and hoarse.

''Need more'' you barely mumbled as he removed his fingers from your mouth, a string of your spit still connected to them as he circled them around your nipples, bottom lip between his teeth.

He lowered his hands down your torso, edging closer and closer to you cunt when suddenly he pulled back, completely removed himself from on top of you.

''Why, what are you doi-''

''Touch yourself'' he said, sternly.

''What?'' you asked again, stumped, as he stood back up and rid himself of his boxers. You couldn't help but let out a strangled moan as his cock bounced against his stomach, rock hard, throbbing.

''Lando?'' you questioned when you finally found your words again.

He walked over to his bedside cupboard, fishing out bottle of lube before settling on a couch that was in the corner of his room, a smirk on his face.

''You heard me'' he said, squeezing some lube onto his hand before returning it to his cock, sliding it up and down. ''Wanna watch you get off yourself first''

You let out a sigh as you collapsed back onto the bed, frustrated, turned on, everything. The man was slowly killing you.

''Baby'' he called out, the nickname catching you off guard at the difference in his tone. It was softer this time.

You leaned on your elbows, looking up at him, gauging his reaction to see if he was actually serious, and the look on his face did in fact tell you so.

''Need some lube?'' he asked as your one hand squeeze a boob, while the other slowly made it way down your body.

''No, I'm like fucking Niagra falls right now'' you pressed, sending a smirk his way as his hands quickened on himself.

You finally reached your cunt, sliding your fingers through your dripping folds as you closed your eyes and imagined that it was Lando who was touching you. You thought about his calloused fingers, rough, pressing through your slit before circling at your clit, pinching and pulling at it. Your actions had you let out a whimper, while Lando's own moans left his mouth at the sight in front of him.

You, splayed out on his bed, naked, wet, touching yourself, his name leaving your lips as you finally slid two fingers through your cunt. ''That's it baby, fuck yourself'' he edged you on.

Your walls clenched around your fingers tightly as you set a quick pace, thrusting them in and out, adding a third finger as well. You always needed a good stretch before you had Lando's cock.

''Lan.. I need-fuck, uh'' you whimpered some more, short gasps leaving your body as you felt your orgasm approaching. You managed to open your eyes, look down at Lando who's eyes were fixated on you, his hands moving ridiculously quickly over himself. ''Go on baby, stretch yourself out for me, yeah? Gonna let me fuck you 'til you can't walk?'' he barely managed to say between breaths.

His words were quick to send you over the edge, your body shuddering as you came a hot sticky liquid allover your fingers, crying out Lando's name as you shivered. You don't know how you got the energy, but you somehow mustered some to get up and practically crawl off the bed and down to the floor or reach Lando on the couch, wasting to time in replacing his hands with your mouth as you took him in, sucking hard before deep throating him.

''Huh, fucking hell Y/N'' he stuttered, hands pushing your hair out of your face as he lifted his hips slightly, fucking his dick into your mouth for all of ten seconds before spilling his cum, warm and milky down your throat, screams of your name leaving his own lips.

You pulled back when you sucked him dry, the both of you breathless, chests heaving. Lando looked down at you, a breathy chuckle leaving his lips, contrary to the look he had on not 30 seconds ago. You were a mess.

A complete mess. On your knees, between his legs, his slick juices in your disheveled hair, his cum on your face, dripping down to your thighs, as you let your fingers scoop some up, bringing them to your mouth to suck on, all while looking up at him like a sight for sore eyes.

He reached a hand down to cup your face. ''So fucking dirty, but so fucking incredible'' he mumbled, latching his lips to yours for a slow kiss. ''Think you're ready for me?'' he asked.

You stood up and straddled hi slap, already feeling him growing hard again as your ground yourself down.

''Always'' you said, leaving wet kisses all over his face before eventually moving down to his neck.

His damn thick neck.

Besides his dick, and his hair, and his smile, okay and his eyes, his neck was one of your favorite parts of his body.

You clawed at his neck, nails dragging against his skin as you it down and suckled on random spots, Lando letting out a series of groans, his hands digging into your hips.

''Y/N, no marks. test-fuck. Testing next week'' he mumbled as he bought your face up to kiss you again.

You lifted yourself to your knees, reaching down to take his cock into your hand, pumping him before sliding it through your slick folds. ''Let me ride you?'' you asked, desperately, your pussy clenching around nothing but the feel of him at your entrance.

Lando didn't answer, instead to replaced your hands with his own, his other still at your waist, pushing you to sit down on him with no warning, bottoming out.

You gasped at the intrusion, his thick girth stretching you out perfectly but painfully so, your faces inches away from each others, breaths mingling. Lando's breath cooling your face as he spoke. ''You're so fucking tight'' he said as you braced your hands on his shoulders, lifting yourself up, almost so was fully out of you, before ramming yourself down again, an obscene moan leaving your lips at the feeling.

Lando's head fell back on the sofa, eyes shut and mouth taking deep breaths as you set a relentless pace, slamming yourself up and down his shaft, and with the quick pace you were going, yes it felt bloody amazing but there were sharp pains shooting through your body. You didn't care though, all you knew was that you were right where you were meant to be.

''Lando, fuck, please. Oh god'' you mewled as whimpers, guttural moans left your body, Lando's own matching yours. The only sounds in the room were those of your pornographic groans and skin slapping against skin.

In no time you felt the warmth in your stomach, each movement of yours becoming sloppy by the second, so much so that Lando had to jolt up and fuck himself in and out of you, all while holding your jelly-like body up.

''You feel fucking amazing baby, doing so good f'me. Gonna cum? Then let me take you from behind?'' he said between bated breaths, while you bit down on his shoulder, nodding your head though you weren't even sure if he got your response.

His words though traveled straight down to your cunt, your body trembling in his arms as you came, hard, with a lewd moan of his name, clenching you walls tightly around his throbbing dick.

Lando sat back again and looked down to see his cock coated with your juices, quickly giving him enough adrenaline and energy to stand up, with you in his arms, dick still buried deep within you, and walk over to the bed, flop you both down so now he was hovering about you, setting his own pace of thrusting in and out continuously, ploughing in and out as his mouth latched on to you nipple harshly.

Your mind was blank, the only sense you had was that of Lando's actions, unable to speak, unable to even let out any moans, rather just short gasps for air as you wrapped your legs around his body, tight as possible, hands pulling at his hair painfully.

''Uhhh fuck baby you feel so good, too good, letting me fuck you like this. You like it?'' he asked, nuzzling his face into your neck.

''Fuck-fuck me more. Harder, please'' you pleaded with him.

By now he was like a machine on autopilot. Your bodied moving together like this was all you did all day everyday, perfectly in sync, making a mess of one another.

Sheets of sweat were slowly coating your bodies, sticking to each other in the best ways possible.

Lando knew your body inside out. He knew you were close. You just needed that edge to push you over, and so when he brought his hand down to your clit, barely flicking over it, and you were a mess again.

Body shaking violently in his arms as you released your juices all over his cock again, stars in your eyes, but suddenly it all stopped. He'd pulled out. You opened your eyes, and before you could comprehend what was happening, Lando's tongue was on you.

He was lapping against your pussy, sucking up and swallowing your release while holding your folds open with his fingers. His tongue was hot against you, your back arching off the bed as he repeatedly slid it through your hole.

''Lan I can't! Too much, shit'' you hissed, body already beginning to tremble again.

He pulled back. Lower face of his face messy, dripping, with you. ''Want me to stop?'' he asked, very well knowing your answer.

A blush crept up on your face, because no, you didn't want him to fucking stop. You quickly covered your face with your hands as you said ''no'' but Lando was quicker to stop your movements.

''Don't ever hide your face from me. I want all of you baby'' he said softly, and not waiting for an answer before diving back to your cunt, licking over and over your clit, rolling it between his lips before biting down on it.

Your hands found his hair, tugging at it as you came yet again, you'd honestly lost count of the times of times he'd made you orgasm tonight. But you weren't complaining. You were somewhat surprised at how he was holding on. Yeah, he had the stamina of a fucking bull, but still. He rode you through the orgasm, slowing his movements and being ever so gentle with you.

It wasn't until he rammed into you again with no warning, the both of you grunting at the feeling, his cock throbbing, twitching uncontrollably inside of you as he set another quick pace, clearly chasing his own high now.

''Baby, fuck, I've missed your pretty pussy so much. Gonna fuck you every day for the rest of our lives, stretch your little cunt up and make you mine'' he hissed, spit flying through his mouth as he spoke.

You, for one, were long gone. Too fucked out to react. All you could do was watch, adore him from underneath him, and thank the heavens for putting the two of you together like this. A single tear slid down your face at his words, and he was quick to lean down, take the tear into his mouth as his movements started faltering, barely able to hold himself up now.

''Where do you want it?'' he asked, voice raspy as he was on the precipice of letting go.

''In me!'' you found your voice, all but screaming it out because you needed to feel him fill you up.

And not ten seconds later, you were sent one way, while Lando was emptying his seed deep within you, warm, milky, sheets of cum literally filling you to the brink as both of your bodies shuddering and whimpered in each others arms.

Lando let his weight fall on top of you, both of you panting, chests heaving, bodies shivering from the cool air settling on your sweat.

You wrapped your arms around him, leaving tiny kisses on his neck/shoulder as he continued to tale deep breaths in your neck.

His next words shook you to your core.

''I love you'' every so softly, almost as if he were afraid you'd actually hear what he said.

When you didn't respond, he pulled back, his eyes met with your tear-clad eyes. You cupped his face, running a finger through his bottom lip.

''I love you too Lan, more than anything'' you said.

He smiled, the first proper smile since he'd first laid his eyes on you tonight. No dark, lustful eyes, but just those of love and admiration.

You pulled him down, kissing him for the thousandth time as he softened inside of you.

Eventually though, you both got so cold, so he pulled out, making you wince at the loss of contact before disappearing into the bathroom to get a cloth to clean you up.

You watched with hooded eyes as he returned, and for a split second the darkness returned to his eyes.

Dick half hard (already!) he gently pushed the mixture of cum that was dripping out of your cunt back in, before pulling out, leaning down and licked a hot strip up your slit. You were already numb down there, so hardly even reacted to his motives, but you continued watching him, mouth agape as he leaned down to you and let the cum drip down into your own mouth, before letting his tongue slide in to tangle with yours.

After a few minutes of coming back to earth, he cleaned you up, properly this time, before pulling the covers up, spooning you tightly from behind and whispering sweet nothings in your ear.

Just as you were about to fall asleep, you felt his dick twitch against your ass, Lando shifting behind you, letting out a stifled groan. You couldn't help but giggle. Man really had stamina tonight.

''I'm all yours Lan'' you mumbled sleepily, knowing he'd catch on as it was something that you'd done all too well before.

''Fucking hell. You sure?'' he whispered.

''Yes'' you replied, too quickly for your liking.

You shifted your one leg forward, creating just enough room for him to run his dick through your folds, before pushing in ever so slowly, the both of you wincing at the pain of being over-stimulating but not backing out of your motives.

''You ok?'' he asked once he was fully in, pulling your leg back to get you comfortable again.

''Yeah'' you said, a few quick gasps leaving your lips as you got used to the intrusion that was there to stay.

You weren't sure how long you'd been asleep, but at some point Lando shifted, cock still hard as rock, causing your eyes to shoot open, mind scrambling to comprehend where you were.

Then he moved again, and you couldn't help but let out an involuntary moan. You turned your head to look back at Lando, who was still in dreamland, a soft snore leaving his lips.

You should have gone back to sleep, but suddenly your pussy, which was still on overdrive, was throbbing again, painfully clenching around him. You shifted your body again, creating a friction that you so desperately craved, causing Lando to buck

Then, Lando was awake, his hands grabbing your hips tighter than ever and thrusting, hard, deep, slow strokes making you whimper.

No words were exchanged, just the two of your using each other to get off, gasps and moans filling his silence.

You came very quickly, quicker than you did with your other orgasms from the night, biting down on your lip so hard you swore you could taste blood.

His voice then came through. ''Let me hear you'' he mumbled, lips finding your neck, short, labored breathing fanning you.

You listened, letting out lewd moans as you came down from your high, when all of a sudden Lando pulled out, man handling your body to be on all fours in front of him.

He leaned down so his lips were by your eyes. ''Gonna let me fuck your ass baby?'' he whispered as you let out a cry, somewhat excited but nervous with just how much you were pushing each other tonight.

You weren't one to say no though. How could you refuse him?

So you nodded your head, no strength to talk.

''Words, y/n'' he warned. You should have known, he'd never do anything without hearing the words from your mouth yourself.

''Yes'' you managed.

Lando reached for the lube as you braced your hands on the headboard, sticking your ass out in the air and spreading your legs a bit.

You sighed out loud when his finger ran through your folds, collecting your cum before he gentle brought it to your hole, not rushing but rather nuzzling it at your entrance for a few seconds before lightly pushing in. Whimpering, you let your head rest on your arms as your grip on the headboard tightened. Lando was the last you'd had anal sex with, it wasn't something you'd done with Mitch, so safe to say a few months without it had you feeling tight as fuck.

''Feel okay if i add a second?'' he asked, hand gripping your waist tightly as his finger pressed fully into you.

''Yeah'' you barely managed to whisper, gasping some more when he pulled out and applied more pressure when he pushed two fingers in, stretching them out a bit.

''Fuck, Lando. oh my god. Don't-don't know how I'll take you. You're too bi-''

''You'll take me like you've always taken me. So bloody good he said, increasing his pace, letting out moans to match yours.

You were sure you cum just from his fingers, but you tried to hold out as long as possible, getting impatient to feel his cock.

''Lan please, need you'' you said, turning your head back to look at him.

The light shining in the room from the street lights were hitting his face perfectly, making him look angelic even though his actions were anything but. He had a sheet of sweat, dripping down his face and making his curls stick to his forehead, bottom lip trapped between his teeth as he looked down at your ass, concentrating on his task at hand.

He said nothing as he removed his fingers completely, bringing them up to his lips before letting them out with a pop. Then his hands found his cock, squeezing some lube on it and also letting a string of his spit drip down, coating himself.

You internally swooned at the man. Every movement of his hotter than he other.

''Gonna make you feel so good babygirl'' he said, nickname making your curl you toes with anticipation.

You shut your eyes as his tip touched your hole, pushing in inch by inch, grunts along with you, until he was fully in.

''Wait, please'' you asked of him, needing a minute to adjust to the obtrusion.

''Take your time, love, we'll go at your pace'' you said, one hand still pressing into your hips while the other soothes your back, running up and down.

You were definitely high off sex, or Lando rather. You heart clenched at the way he called you 'love,' as a single tear ran down your cheek.

He must have figured you were an emotional wreck when his worried voice came through, pulling you up to rest your back against his chest.

''Baby please. Do you want to stop?'' he asked, wiping away at your tears.

You were quick to shut that idea down, shifting your head from side to side as your hands found his, holding onto them tightly.

''No, I just..I'm glad you're here. I've missed you so much'' you said, saying the last two words so softly you weren't sure he even heard them.

In an instant, his arms were wrapped around your torso, resting his head on your shoulder. ''I missed you too my love. And I couldn't be happier to have you in my arms right now. I'm never, ever letting you go again. I love you too much to even think about it'' he said softly, stifling a sob from you.

You stayed like that for a few minutes, just embracing each other and letting the moment linger. That was until his dick twitched inside of you, making you let out the most ungodly moan.

Lando chuckled at you, eager now. ''Ready?'' he asked.

''As I'll ever be. Take me'' you said, trying to lighten the mood a bit.

His body language changed then and you swooned with anticipation as his hand snaked around your neck, lightly squeezing you as he placed his other hand on your ass, pushing against you to slide himself out, almost fully, before thrusting in again in a long, hard stroke.

Then, it was game on. Lando setting apace that was matching your breaths, hard and quick, rough, thrusting in and out of your ass as you clenched tightly around him, vulgar words and moans flying out your mouths.

''Go one baby, just like that, letting me use you like my whore. Fucking hell'' he moaned, speed increasing but movements getting sloppy very quickly.

''Oh Lan, I'm so close, god it feels so good'' you mumbled in broken sentences, body beginning to tremble.

With no warning an orgasm took over, cum gushing out of your cunt messing all of Lando's thighs and the bed sheets, thick, hot cum leaking out of you as dirty groans left your mouth.

Lando was right behind you. One look at just how much cum had left your body made him spiral, sheets of cum shooting out of him, through you, on your back, everywhere, his hips bucking uncontrollably into yours as he too had to lean over you to grab onto the headboard to steady himself.

You stayed like that, chests heaving, bodies shivering, Lando's cock softening against your ass as neither made an effort to move, until it was all too much and you couldn't hold each other up any longer, collapsing onto the bed.

Your bodies were sticky, messy as you practically let your body onto Lando's, putting all your weight on him as he held you tight.

It was a moment that held a lot, no words needed to be spoken knowing exactly where you were with one another. Lando's hands tangled in your hair, combing it through his fingers while he left soft kisses on you temple.

Turns out you were right, from the beginning.

He was yours all along.

Please please please let me know what you think, and if you have any suggestions on how I can improve my writing. There may or may not be an epilogue coming your way soon because I need to round the story up somehow.

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