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MORNING RUSH - LN4

on the runway : lando norris x fem! reader

inspiration ( warnings ) : smuttt (over the clothes grinding, sleepy sex, no p in v, cum in pants, slight cum eating, tons and tons and tons of possessive behaviour), flufffffff, established relationship.

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Before the show begins ( synopsis ) : Lando and yours morning routine, a little smutty, and very cute!!

Designer notes : very self-indulgent, not my usual smut but just a little summ for my soft gyals !!

The curtains weren’t fully drawn, so the pale grey of morning had already begun to creep across the bedroom, the kind of light that softened edges rather than waking anyone up properly. It was quiet except for the faint hum of the heating and the steady rhythm of his breathing against your shoulder.

You shifted carefully, pressing your palms into the mattress to ease yourself out of bed without disturbing him. His arm, heavy across your waist, loosened slightly when you tilted your body away. Just a few more inches and you’d be free.

But before your foot even touched the rug, his arm clamped tighter, dragging you back flush against him.

“Mm-mm. No.” His voice was muffled against your neck, low and rough with sleep. “Where do you think you’re going?”

“I was just-”

“Nope. Don’t care.” He hooked a leg over yours like he was bolting the door shut. “Stay here. Illegal to leave.”

You snorted. “Illegal? According to who?”

“Me.” He cracked one eye open, gave you a bleary, stubborn look, and then buried his face back into your shoulder. “I’m the law.”

You laughed under your breath, pressing a hand to his forearm where it was wrapped around you. “You’re ridiculous.”

“Mm. Sexy ridiculous.” His lips brushed lazily against the curve of your shoulder. “Big difference.”

You rolled your eyes, even as your cheeks heated. “Sexy ridiculous isn’t a real thing.”

“It is if I say it is.” His voice was so thick with sleep that it was almost comical, words stretching and slurring as he clung to you. “You’re not allowed to argue before breakfast. It’s a rule.”

“Another law?” you teased.

“Yep.” He shifted, pulling you in closer, your back pressed to his chest. “Lando’s Laws. Rule one: don’t leave the bed when I’m using you as a pillow.”

“Pillow? I thought I was your girlfriend.”

“You can be both.” He sounded smug now, even half-asleep. “Multi-purpose.”

That made you laugh loud enough that he gave a pleased hum, tightening his hold. “You’re unbelievable,” you muttered.

“Thanks.” He kissed your shoulder properly this time, lazy and unbothered. “Flattered.”

You bit your lip to hide a smile, staring at the pale line of sunlight edging across the wall. He wasn’t going to let go, not unless you pushed hard enough to really wake him up, and the truth was, you didn’t actually want to go anywhere. Not when his hair was tickling the back of your neck and his fingers were tracing unconsciously over the hem of your sleep shirt, absent little motions that spoke of comfort rather than thought.

For a while, neither of you spoke. His breathing evened out again, not quite asleep but hovering in that space where words came out in murmurs, not decisions. You twisted slightly to see him, his curls a mess over his forehead, his lips parted, eyes barely open but watching you all the same.

“What?” you whispered.

He blinked slowly, the corners of his mouth twitching upward. “Pretty. Even at stupid o’clock.”

You felt the heat rise to your cheeks, shaking your head at him. “You’re delirious.”

“Delirious for you,” he answered, like it cost him nothing, like it wasn’t a phrase he’d ever be brave enough to say once the day really started. His eyes fluttered shut again, content to keep you locked in place, your body cocooned under his.

And maybe he was right. Maybe it was stupid to try and leave when he was like this-clingy, sulky, sweet in a way the rest of the world would never get to see. You relaxed into him fully, letting his warmth seep into every inch of you, the steady beat of his heart pressed against your spine.

His voice came again, drowsier now, almost lost to sleep. “Don’t leave me yet. Five more minutes. Then… maybe.”

You blinked tiredly and nodded, moulding yourself against him, for just a few more minutes.

You weren’t sure what time it was when you tried again to wriggle free again, only to have him groan dramatically and pull you back in, throwing his leg over yours again. “Seriously?!” you laughed.

“Shh. No moving. I’m comfortable.”

“You’re a human octopus.”

“Mm. Hot octopus, though.”

That set you off into a fit of laughter you couldn’t quite stop, shaking in his arms. He looked smug for all of two seconds before yawning so big it cracked his jaw, his curls falling into his eyes.

You reached up, pushing them back from his forehead. “You’re an absolute menace, you know that?”

He cracked one eye open again, gave you a crooked, sleepy smile. “Yeah, but I’m your menace. So… you’re stuck.”

“Tragically.”

“Hey,” he protested, giving your hip a squeeze. “Not tragic. Epic. The most epic.”

You bit back another laugh, settling into the warmth of him despite your protests. He hummed happily, nosing at your neck like a cat claiming its spot.

For a long moment, there was nothing but warmth, quiet hums, and the occasional half-smile as he nuzzled into your neck. “You’re lucky I love you,” he mumbled, sleepy and sulky, fingers tracing circles over your sides. “Otherwise… wouldn’t survive mornings like this.”

You laughed softly, fingers threading through his hair as he sighed, utterly content, clinging to you like he never wanted to let go.

By the time you shifted fully to face him, the day had begun creeping in just enough light to catch the mess of curls on his forehead and the lazy tilt of his lips. He blinked slowly at you, groggy and heavy-lidded, that half-asleep haze making every look and motion sharper somehow.

“You awake now?” you murmured, brushing a hand along his jaw.

“Mm… yeah,” he mumbled, voice still thick with sleep. “Sort of. You’re awake enough for trouble, though.”

“I could say the same about you,” you teased, pressing a kiss to his temple. “Look at you, all sulky and clingy.”

He let out a low groan, tugging at your waist, drawing you closer against his chest. “I’m clingy because you’re dangerous. You move like that, I… I can’t control myself.”

“You mean you’re lazy,” you said, smiling at the way his eyes narrowed sleepily at you. “Half-asleep and still full of nonsense.”

“I’m very awake where it counts,” he countered, lips brushing the hollow behind your ear. “See? Right here.”

His hands found your hips, holding you in place with an easy grip, lazy but firm, as if he wasn’t going to do the work but wasn’t letting you go either.

You climbed onto him carefully, straddling his hips. His hands were immediately firm on your waist, thumbs pressing into your sides, guiding your movements with slow, deliberate patience. He wasn’t forcing anything, but he was in control, making sure each grind, each subtle shift of your hips, landed exactly where he wanted it. Chest pressed to chest, the warmth between you both was maddening.

“Lando…” you breathed against his jaw, rocking slightly in response to the pressure of him beneath you.

“Slow,” he muttered, tone almost whiny but commanding at the same time. “Like this… yeah. Just feel me.”

You followed his hands, moving against him, letting the rhythm come naturally. His hips shifted, minimal effort but maximum effect, and you could hear the low hum of satisfaction in his chest.

“You feel so… warm,” he whispered, voice thick, dragging words out as if sleep was weighing down every syllable. “So good… can’t get enough of you.”

“You’re ridiculous,” you said, breath hitching when his hands tightened slightly, tugging you down onto him.

“I know exactly what you need, even half-asleep,” he groaned into your neck, teeth grazing your skin lazily. “So soft… my girl.”

You giggled into him, the sound a mix of breathless and happy, and he clutched you tighter, sighing against your hair. “Bet no one else makes you feel like this. Mm? I do. I’m the only one.”

“Someone’s confident this early,” you murmured, pressing kisses along his collarbone.

“Confidence comes naturally when you’re… right here,” he said, teeth grazing your shoulder as he tugged you down, holding you like he couldn’t bear the space between you. “Don’t stop… don’t you dare stop.”

It was messy and lazy, slow grinding against him, both of you tangled in the warmth of the bed and the thick, gray morning light. He whispered filthy praise under his breath without fully realizing it, words spilling out unfiltered, “So good… so mine… I know your body better than anyone.”

You leaned down to kiss him again, teeth nipping lightly, hands holding onto his shoulders for balance as he guided your hips, each movement languid but deliberate. He groaned against your mouth, half sulky, half needy, the combination making your skin tingle and your pulse race.

“Lando,” you murmured, lips brushing his jaw. “You’re impossible.”

“Mmm… that’s the idea,” he replied, smirking against your neck. “Mine. All mine. Don’t forget it.”

Every lazy motion, every groan and whisper, every soft tug and clingy hold added to the slow, deliberate heat between you, until the morning haze mixed with moans and sighs, each breath a tether keeping you impossibly close.

“Mm,” he groaned, teeth grazing the curve of your neck, hand sliding lower to squeeze your hip a little harder. “That’s it. Fuck… feels so good. You feel so good.”

You tilted your head back into him, lips brushing his shoulder, and he murmured right into your ear, voice rough and sleepy,“ I know exactly what you need… yeah, right there.”

His hands guided your hips again, slow circles that drew groans from both of you. Every motion was languid, lazy, yet precise - the kind of domination that left you desperate but helpless to stop. You rode him slowly, chest to chest, every press and roll of your hips met with a low, satisfied hum.

“You’re driving me insane,” he whispered, voice slipping into a murmur of need. “So soft… so warm… mine.”

“Y-yeah?” you gasped, leaning down to kiss him, teeth grazing his jaw.

“Yeah,” he breathed out, tugging you closer. “Nobody… nobody makes me feel like this in the mornings. Not even close. You’re… you’re mine, yeah? Mine.”

Your hands roamed over him, tugging at the waistband of his sweats, pulling him closer, grinding slightly harder as he groaned and held you in place, hips tilting up to meet yours. Every move was intimate, possessive, and tender, even when it was messy and filthy.

His mouth found your collarbone, lips sucking and teeth nibbling lazily, while his hands trailed over your back, down to your ass, pressing you flush against him. You could feel his erection pressing insistently beneath you, and the combination of heat, tightness, and his sleepy murmurs had your knees wobbling.

“Fuck… you feel so good,” he muttered, voice rough. “God, I could wake up like this every day and never complain. You feel amazing… mine, yeah?”

“Yours,” you whispered back, breath hitching as his hands guided your rhythm again, slow and teasing, until the overstimulation built through your hips and core. Each small grind, each press of his hands, each lazy kiss sent waves of heat through you until you couldn’t hold back.

Your climax hit first, a shuddering rush of warmth that left you trembling on top of him. Lando groaned against your skin, his lips brushing your jaw, the vibrations of his voice making you pulse against him even more. He murmured, half-whiny, half-husky,“Yeah? Feels good…? Told you… nobody makes you feel like this but me. You’re perfect… so perfect for me.”

He didn’t move away. His hands still held your hips, his chest pressed to yours, murmuring praise and soft dirty talk while he rode out his own release, lazy and heavy, until he sagged back into the mattress with you still straddling him, breathing in tandem, heartbeats colliding.

By the time you both shivered through release, you were tangled in each other’s limbs, his chest pressed to yours, faces flushed, hair damp with sweat and sheets twisted around you. He held you like he was afraid to let go, nuzzling into your neck with that same sulky, sleepy edge.

“I could stay like this forever,” he mumbled, voice low and husky, half asleep, half still charged from the way he’d made you melt over him.

“Mm, probably would,” you teased, running a hand along his chest.

“Good,” he said, tightening his grip, then immediately letting out a dramatic yawn. “Nap again… five minutes?”

“You mean another hour,” you said, laughing.

“Mm, same thing,” he muttered, nuzzling into you again, already dozing.

The sheets were still warm where you’d been straddling him, heat lingering even as your fingers retreated from him, Lando let out a low groan, eyelids half-closed as he flipped onto his stomach, chest rising and falling unevenly, the comforter slipping low to his hips.

Careful not to disturb him too much, you untangled yourself, tugging at your crumpled pajamas with one hand while sliding the other along the small of his back. “Bathroom,” you murmured, voice low and teasing, slipping out from under him.

“Mm… yeah?” he groaned, dragging a hand across his face as he tried to focus on you through the haze. “Already? Leaving me?”

“Not yet,” you whispered, tugging at his waistband with a playful smirk. “But you need to come with me.”

He let out a half-laugh, half-grumble, rolling toward the edge of the bed. You led him to the bathroom, your PJs bunched at your hips, his hands trailing over your shoulders, sides, lingering on the curve of your waist.

Once inside, you reached for the shower, letting the warm water hiss to life before turning back toward him. “Come on,” you beckoned, voice soft but commanding. “Time to… wash up.”

His fingers danced along the fabric of your top as he stepped closer, tugging it over your head with that lazy, sulky pull that always made your skin prickle. You laughed, tugging at the hem of his pajama pants in return, peeling them slowly down over his hips, letting your hand brush the curve of his thighs before dipping under the waistband of his boxers.

“Mm…” he groaned, teeth grazing your shoulder, half-grumpy, half-melted with pleasure. “You’re terrible…”

“I know,” you teased, fingers sliding along him, collecting the evidence of what you did just a few minutes ago, with a slow, deliberate touch. He groaned again, rubbing his face with one hand, half-sleep, half-struggling to control himself. “That… fuck, that’s hot,” he muttered, voice thick, chest pressing to yours.

You giggled, feeling the warmth from his skin and the moisture on your fingers, letting your thumb trace a lazy circle before bringing your wet fingers to your mouth slowly, teasingly. His hips pressed forward instinctively, and you tilted your head, releasing your fingers with a pop and brushing your lips along his jaw as he groaned, muffled and half-dreamy.

“God, you’re amazing,” he murmured, voice low and sulky. “So good… I swear, I could just-” His fingers found your waist again, sliding slowly lower, brushing teasingly along your belly and the edge of your panties. “…waste some time, yeah?”

“Lando…” you gasped, heat rising, “I can’t be late again.”

He groaned into your shoulder, frustrated and half-grinning at the same time, hands still lingering possessively on your hips and sides, leaning close enough that the warmth of his body and the low rumble of his voice pressed against you. “Fine… but damn, you’re killing me,” he muttered, tugging at your pajama bottoms once more as you both laughed softly, bodies pressed together under the steam of the shower.

Finally, you both stepped fully under the warm water, pressed close, letting the morning mist wrap around you, hands trailing lazily over wet skin, laughter mixing with sighs and groans. He kissed the curve of your shoulder, murmuring soft, sleepy praises while you rinsed away the heat of your earlier play, holding onto each other, every touch slow and familiar.

Once the shower ended, you wrapped a towel around your torso and pressed another one over damp curls that clung stubbornly to your neck. Lando leaned against the countertop, arms crossed, smirk tugging at his lips as he watched you fumble with the towel.

“Need help with that?” he asked, voice low and teasing.

“Mm, I think I’ve got it,” you murmured, twisting the towel just so, fingers brushing stray curls from your face. But he stepped closer anyway, taking the towel in his hands with a gentleness that made your chest tighten, brushing it over your hair and shoulders, pressing just enough to pull you closer against him.

“You’re so soft,” he murmured, leaning down, pressing his forehead to yours. “Way too soft. Makes me want to-ugh-wrap you up and never let go.”

You laughed, tilting your head into him, soft fingers brushing his chest. “Mm, clingy much?”

“Always,” he replied, tugging the towel a little tighter, fingers brushing your collarbone and neck as he dried the last stubborn strands. You caught yourself staring at him for a beat - messy hair, half-grumpy, half-admiring you with those warm brown eyes - and a pang of gratitude warmed your chest. He’s mine. He really is mine.

Finally, he stepped back with a small grin. “Alright… let’s finish the job.” He picked up the hairdryer, warm air brushing over your damp curls. You closed your eyes, pressing a soft hand to his chest for balance, sighing into him as the hairdryer hummed to life.

“I swear… you make the simplest things feel like luxury,” you murmured, voice soft.

He glanced down, smirk softening into something fond. “Mm, that’s because you are a luxury. Always have been.” His fingers brushed through your hair as he guided the warm air, teasing curls into silky straightness.

“You know,” he murmured, voice low and lazy, “I love these curls of yours. You really should wear them more.”

You tilted your head, smiling, fingers threading through damp strands as he adjusted the dryer settings. “Mm, but you like them straight too, don’t you?”

“Mm,” he said, eyes half-lidded, voice thick desire. “Beautiful either way, though. You-wow. You’re stunning.”

You turned to press a soft, fleeting kiss to his temple. “Flattery will get you everywhere, Mr. Norris.”

He smirked, tugging gently at the towel, brushing stray curls from your forehead. “It’s just truth.”

You leaned into him for a kiss, murmuring a small “thank you,” fingers threading into his messy curls as he set the hairdryer down.

Once your hair was tamed, you wrapped the towel more securely around your torso and padded toward the walk-in closet, with Lando following lazily, hopping onto the small chair in the centre. He leaned back, watching you with that half-lazy, half-attentive gaze that made your stomach flutter.

You turned to face him, holding up two pieces of lingerie between your fingers. “Which one?” you asked, tone teasing but shy, feeling the warmth crawl up your neck.

His eyes darkened immediately, smirk tugging at his lips. “Oh… that one? God, that’s… fuck, sinful. You-wow. Can you even walk in that without killing someone?”

You flushed, a laugh escaping despite yourself. “Lando! Language!”

He raised his hands, mock-innocent. “I’m just… stating facts. I mean… mm… you look unreal. All business in the day, and then… fuck, look at that…”

“I’m serious,” you said whined, tilting your head at him, a playful lilt in your voice. “Which one? minimal or… classic?”

His eyes darkened just a fraction, a slow grin tugging at his lips. “Hmm… minimal. Definitely minimal. You look… sinful either way, but minimal makes it even worse.”

You waved your hand at him, playful but firm. “Shoo. Out. Now.”

He grinned, standing with mock surrender, leaning down to press a lingering kiss to your temple. “Fine. I’ll go make breakfast… but you’re my problem later.” Just before he left, he captured your lips in a soft, lingering kiss, fingers brushing the small of your back.

Grinning you leaned into him, “Fine. Go.”

You laughed, cheeks warm, watching him disappear into the kitchen, and then turned back to the wardrobe with a fluttering heart, holding up the next pieces with a soft smile, still flushed and flustered from his teasing.

The smell of freshly brewed coffee drifted from the kitchen as you slipped into your blazer and straightened your skirt, hair now perfectly straight thanks to Lando’s careful drying. You darted around the walk-in closet, gathering your bag, wallet, phone, and small essentials, occasionally glancing toward the doorway where you’d last seen him.

From the kitchen, a low whistle drifted your way. “Oi! You’re moving like a tornado in there! Calm down before you break something!”

You laughed, zipping your bag closed. “Better that than forgetting it all!”

A soft chuckle followed, the sound warm and low, and you peeked around the corner to see him leaning against the counter, mug in hand, eyes following your every move. He took a slow sip of coffee, smirk tugging at his lips as he watched you move with a flustered efficiency, tossing items into your bag and straightening your blazer.

“Mm… type-A to the last second,” he murmured, tone fond. “I swear, watching you like this is… fun. And kind of hot.”

You rolled your eyes, cheeks warming. “I might be organized, but at least I get to leave with my coffee-making, hair-fixing, teasing boyfriend watching me.”

He grinned, taking another slow sip of coffee, leaning slightly forward. “Yeah, I’m the dream man, right?”

“Mm-hmm,” you said, giving him a quick grin before accepting the coffee in his other hand, waiting for you to grab.

By the time you were both ready, the apartment was filled with warmth and light - playful, messy, domestic. Bags in hand, you lingered a moment at the door, pressing noses together, hands brushing.

“Go break some stuff at McLaren,” you teased, smirking.

“Or I could stay,” he muttered, pout tugging at his lips.

“Mm… responsibilities,” you said, grinning.

“Fine,” he sighed, pressing a last soft kiss to your temple before opening the door. “But, like the rebel I am, I’ll be thinking of you.”

You laughed softly, brushing your hand against his as you stepped out together, the door clicking shut behind you, leaving the world outside and the quiet warmth of your morning behind.

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charles-leclerizz · 10 days ago

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hiiii can i be added to the taglist pls??

OFCCCC XXX

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charles-leclerizz · 11 days ago

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you did great in the fic version so i’m sure it’ll be amazing but no pressure!!

I got you queen, it is in the making (maybe?? lets see)

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charles-leclerizz · 11 days ago

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I get the biggest and silliest smile when I see your writings (especially the desi ones 😩) I LOVE THEM OMG THANK YOU

AWWWWWW you're welcome!!! its why I write them lol, not really in the desi!reader fics for the notes but for the representation <333 feel free to share more ideas for desi!reader cause. yk. I like hearing your guys' fantasies

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charles-leclerizz · 12 days ago

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love this idea!!

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If you read a fic because it was linked/recced somewhere, you leave a comment saying "came from XXX" and that comment doesn't need to include anything else.

Because when all of a sudden there's a lot of activity on one particular fic I WANNA KNOW WHY!!!!!

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