makaylaxshelby

[makaylaxshelby]

disgusting

@hamiltonforwdc tell ur new friend how u joked about 5 months old babies being raped!

[makaylaxshelby]

has the Internet forgotten about block buttons? and oh! free will???????

gen confused guys

[makaylaxshelby]

ahhh this is so cute!

A VERY BLUE WELCOME

warnings: none :)

pairing: carlos sainz x fem!reader

summary: carlos didn’t get to introduce y/n to ferrari when he first joined (they hadn’t been dating), but now, he can finally introduce her as his.

Y/n had barely stepped into the Williams Headquarters in Grove when she felt like she could just melt into the floor.

Everything around her was loud, team members idly chatting as they worked, holding steaming cups of coffee, tools she didn’t recognise.

She could only wish she had that confidence.

And beside the girl, her boyfriend, Carlos.

He’d already slipped into his new role with ease, the red long gone and now replaced with the deep shade of blue that was his polo, one hand in his pocket, the other laced tightly with hers.

“You okay, carino?” he leaned down slightly, his voice lower than usual.

“Just nervous,” Y/n muttered, taking her lower lip between her teeth as she often did when she was anxious, chewing softly on it.

“You don’t have to say much,” he shrugged, “not with me, I’ll do the talking. You just stand and look pretty,”

“You always say that,” the girl blushed, a tinge of red filling her cheeks as Carlos smiled, his thumb brushing across her knuckles reassuringly.

“Because its true,”

She could feel the eyes on her already, the big, new driver signing with Williams and then his girlfriend, just there. Doing nothing.

It was judgemental, but it was attention nevertheless, and Y/n did t know what to do with it.

The man beside her smiled as he walked to a few mechanics, his group probably, holding Y/n close to him as he approached.

“Carlos,” he extended his free hand, “and this is Y/n. My girlfriend,”

Instantly, she felt her cheeks heat up.

“Hi,” she muttered back, her gaze almost on the floor, “it’s very nice to meet you all,”

Some people smiled back, some of the older mechanics just gave curt nods. One of the media girls whispered a, ‘aw, she’s so pretty’.

The pair stayed like at - hand in hand - as they slowly went round and met everyone, a few conversations sparking which Y/n had to awkwardly stand beside, but nothing too bad.

Finally, they managed to catch a break, finding a sofa in a separate room, Y/n instantly making sure to sit as close to Carlos as possible.

“You’re doing great,” Carlos whispered, leaning closer to her.

“But I’m just standing here?”

“Exactly,” Carlos shrugged, a teasing smile coming to the corners of his mouth, “and you look stunning doing it,”

In the sea of unfamiliar faces, Carlos’ hand in hers had kept her grounded for it, like he knew she needed the reassurance that she was doing well.

He always did that for her, just her hand in his making all the nerves melt away.

They were still on the sofa, one of Carlos’ arms draped lazily behind her head, toying with strand of her hair, when the door opened, a man walking to the little fridge and picking up a bottle of water.

Y/n blinked as the man caught sight of them, his eyebrows raised, hair messy like he’d just woken up.

“Oh,” Alex cocked his head at the man beside Y/n like an annoying brother, “so this is why you’ve been all smiley?”

“This is Y/n,”

“Did not know you could pull, mate,” he pointed the bottle at Carlos, “this is shocking information,”

“Nice to meet you,” she awkwardly shook his hand.

“Shes shy,” Carlos spoke, half protective and half proud of the girl beside him.

“Yeah no kidding,” Alex chuckled as Y/n looked back down at her hands, “didn’t know you’d go for someone this sweet,”

“I only go for the best,”

The girl practically felt herself melt into the seat.

“Ugh, disgusting,” Alex whistled in mock horror, spinning the bottle in his hand, “I’m gonna leave before you both go all soft on each other in front of me,”

“Jealous?” Carlos laughed.

“Im concerned,” he corrected, “who will argue with me on media day if not my own teammate?”

“You,” the Spaniard spoke flatly, “will argue with the wall,”

“You’ll fit in great,” Alex winked at Y/n as she smiled, “you can meet my girlfriend soon too,”

And then, the other funny blue man was gone.

The girl blinked up at her boyfriend, a dusting of light pink across her cheeks.

“People…know about me?”

“Of course,” he grinned, running a hand through his hair, “I always talk about you,”

“Really? What d’you say?”

“That when I’m with you, everything slows down,”

And right then, she swore to herself, in the middle of the break room, in the middle of a random sofa, curled up together - that she would stay with him forever.

[makaylaxshelby]

QUIET

warnings: mdni, smut, 18+, praise, nicknames, no protection

pairing: lando norris x fem!reader

summary: y/n had always been great at driving, but handling public spaces? not so much. luckily she had a teammate who supported her well.

a/n: hiiii, english isn’t my first language but ive been reading fics on here and decided - why not, instead of just sending requests, i write them myself! i took inspiration from other writers too, my favourites being @cutieln4 and @lnfours

Being an F1 driver came with a certain lifestyle, most of which detailed partying, clubbing, going to events.

Y/n hated it.

But once again, the team had forced her to attend some event to promote a sponsor, dressed in a tight black dress. 

The air was warm in the intense summer months, the fabric of her clothing holding onto her like a second skin, the delicate golden necklace burning against her collarbone. 

And where was her bloody teammate? 

Shaking the thought off her mind, she stepped out the long limousine, the bright glare of cameras clicking around her instantly. 

They hurt her eyes, but she ignored it, flashing her signature smile into the lens of the glowering orbs round her.

The two men behind her, her assigned bodyguards, nudged her forwards past the cameras, towards the large room, packed with people.

Men in shirts and suits sauntered round with women on their arms, like nothing but an accessory. 

Y/n hadn’t grown up rich, she didn’t know how to act, how to behave, how to speak to people like them.

She’d never been a fan of close spaces, much less big crowds - it was like someone had dragged her into her own personal nightmare. 

Y/n could feel her throat closing up, the edges of her vision going blurry as she pushed through the crowd, trying to find a corner, or some space to calm her mind. 

She hardly even paid attention to her surroundings, subconsciously denying a chute of champagne from a waiter, and moving past. 

Her breathing grew raspier, thicker even, slicing her way through the crowds, her shaky hand fumbling with the knob of the bathroom door. 

Y/n’s face as filled with colour, her teeth sinking into her lower lip as she slammed the door of the stall, sitting onto the toilet behind her. 

God, she hated this.

She thought F1 was just driving and racing and winning - not glitz and glamour, but she was very wrong.

Y/n hadn’t even realised she was shaking, tears streaming down her face, her mascara smudging, lip quivering, chest heaving. 

Her perfect makeup, the make up that the team had forced to be done by professional artists.

Knock, knock, knock. 

Y/n jumped at the sound, someone beating their fist on the stall door on the other side of the bathroom. 

“Y/n?” 

That was Lando’s voice. Her teammate. 

He shook every doorknob, all of them open except…her one.

“Y/n?” Lando spoke again, his voice more calmer, the banging stopping, “you on there?” 

“Yeah,” 

There was a pause for a moment, before Lando spoke. “Can you open the door f’me?” 

Y/n hesitated, her fingers brushing against the lock, but she slid it open anyways. 

Lando looked panicked, his cheeks flushed, hair messy like he’d been running his hands through it - had he been worried? For her? 

His face melted.

“Was it too much? The crowds, bunny?”

Y/n nodded. 

She could feel the familiar ache in her throat, the same one she had every time she forced herself to hold back tears, the material at the bottom of the dress pooling round her. 

Neither of them cared they were sat on the floor of the bathroom, Lando’s attention solely on the girl in his arms, practically begging for comfort.

“D’you wanna leave?” 

Y/n hiccuped, wiping her eyes, ignoring the smudges of black across her cheeks as she looked up. 

That made Lando smile. 

“Im sorry,”

“Dont be,”

The event was yet to begin, no one at the entrance anymore. Perfect.

Lando tugged on her hand, pulling her along the side of the room, ignoring the few stares they got as he led her away from the crowds.

“We’ll get in trouble,” Y/n hissed, ignoring the butterflies in the bottom of her stomach as Lando held her hand, pulling her to the cars along the road. 

“Takeout?” 

“Why not?” 

There was something almost humorous about leaving an event as glamorous as the sponsor event and getting take out.

And that’s how Y/n and Lando ended up sat rather close together on his sofa, three bags of takeout around them. 

Lando had his feet up on the table, one arm still round her waist as he snickered. 

“What’s funny?”

“You have ketchup on your face,” he snickered, wiping the red stuff from her facr.

“Thanks,” she muttered.

This was more awkward than she thought.

“You look really pretty tonight,” Lando spoke, his gaze fixed on the burger in his hand, “by the way,” 

“Thanks,” she muttered, “you look…good too,” 

Y/n’s gaze fell to her own drink, Lando slowly wriggling it free from her hand and placing it softly onto the table. 

Yet again, there was a pause, before his lips came to her cheek, soft, gentle, gliding across the apple of her cheek.

Right where his lips met her skin, a faint blush covered her skin, her lashes fluttering. 

“This is weird,”

“I know,” Lando groaned, “I’m not sure how to…you know, initiate it,”

“Like this?” 

“Wha-?”

Y/n took advantage of his gaze in her, her lips pressing against his. 

Lando’s hands were hesitant to come to her waist, pulling her closer to him as he deepened the kiss. 

His hands came to the thin material of her panties, ripping it clean in too. 

Y/n gasped, Lando’s tongue taking advantage of her open mouth to delve further in. 

“Oh fuck, bunny,” Lando’s head fell back as her hips pushed down on his aching member, a wet patch forming on his ever-growing bulge.

“Let me do it,” Lando’s voice was raspy and thicker, an octave lower, as he pushed her hand away from his belt to pull the leather off himself. 

His cock jumped free of the restraint of his trousers, thick and long, his tip an angry shade of red.

“Sorry bunny,” 

“What- Lando!” 

His hands tore the material down from her chest, the dress clean in two as she blushed, the dress now hanging in separate pieces.

Lando’s hands fumbled on the table, grabbing his card as Y/n huffed, dress in nothing, except adorned in her jewellery.

“That was expensive, I spent ages trying to find-!”

“Buy it in every colour,” he pushed the thin card between her lips, a squeak of confusion falling from her mouth.

Lando took his thick cock into his hand, pumping himself slowly as Y/n put the card back down onto the side, one hand coming to pull her chin to face him. 

“Spit,” 

“What?” 

Lando held out his hand as Y/n blushed, before she spat into his palm. 

“Good,” Lando muttered, spreading the warm liquid down his length, right to his shaft as Y/n rubbed small circles into her bundle of nerves.

Y/n gasped as he took his cock into his hand, slapping it softly onto her clit, spreading her own slickness through her folds.

His tongue came to the swell of her breast, slowly dragging round her perked nipple as Y/n gasped, head falling back.

“Sit on it bunny,” Lando whispered, his hands squeezed the flesh of her waist, guiding his tip to her entrance. 

“Oh fuck…that’s it baby, just like that,” Lando cursed, his fingers digging into her skin as she sank onto his tip, her mouth falling open in a silent gasp.

“You can take all of it, bunny,” he held Y/n on his lap, lowering her fully until he bottomed out. 

The bulge was evident in her tummy, and she could feel every ridge and vein settled inside of her as her hips twitched, Lando’s dick jerking softly inside of her.

“Ride me…please,” Lando whispered, his eyes a darker than usual, pupils blown up a hundred times. 

She started off slow, bouncing up and down on him as he groaned, head falling back onto the sofa.

“That’s it bunny…taking me so well, aren’t you?”

Dirty talk, Y/n’s biggest weakness. 

“Been picturing how you’d- fuck, how you���d look riding me…with my dick in you,” he cursed, “better than anything I imagined,”

Y/n squeaked, the words spurring her on somehow further, ignoring the ache of her legs as she bounced on him, the slick of her pussy making it ten times easier.

“This pretty little pussy…gonna be the death of me, bunny,” he muttered. 

“Lando,” Y/n whimpered, almost whining, “my legs…they hurt, please…”. Lando scoffed almost mockingly, his hands lifting her slightly. 

Y/n shrieked, the sudden slam of her hips against him unexpected, the feeling reverberating through her body and core. 

She could feel the undeniable knot building up in her stomach, as could Lando, his tip slamming into her g-spot again, and again. 

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Lando cursed, still holding her up as his thrusts became sloppier, the sound of his cock ramming against her slickness becoming louder. 

“Fucking addicted, I swear,” he groaned, “this pretty little pussy…like a drug,”

Y/n was the first to fall over the edge, her vision going white and orgasm flooding through with a cry as her head fell back. 

There was something so mesmerising about how her hair fell back behind her, how her body convulsed on his cock, like she was possessed. 

He held her tightly, riding her through her high.

Lando followed shortly after, his hips snapping into her once, twice, before he pulled himself out, his cock pressing against her thigh as his seed spilled out. 

His hips spasmed, streaks of hot white cum painting her flushed tummy.

“Fucking gorgeous,” he muttered, mouth falling open, lips parted.

Y/n said nothing, her chest rising and falling as Lando held her, his chin resting on top of her head. 

“Bunny that was…that was amazing,” he breathed out. 

The girl remained silent, Lando’s chin on her head as she panted, her breathing coming back to.

Lando’s hand ran through her hair, the wisps of hair sliding through his fingers like silk as she calmed, her chest stilling shortly, resuming to its normal pace.

“Y’alright?” he finally spoke, voice deeper yet kinder and warmer.

Y/n nodded.

And for the first time, she felt truly loved.

[makaylaxshelby]

CHILLS

warnings: mdni, 18+, smut, dark fic, dacryphilia, stalking, noncon

pairing: lando norris x fem!reader

summary: y/n’s always had a feeling someone was watching her, never did she say she was against it

Y/n was one of those girls.

The kind of girl that wore bows and pink all the time.

The kind of girl that was just begging to be stalked.

And, well, someone couldn’t quite resist her blush-coloured charm. Someone with a lot more sinister thoughts than anyone would have thought.

At first, it had been cute to her.

Little flowers taped to her door when she’s come back from Uni every day, or little notes with cute metaphors about how pretty she was.

So she just assumed it was one of her classmates.

But then, a few weeks later, they stopped. Y/n was, admittedly, a little confused, but she didn’t think too much about it. After all, it was just a secret admirer or whatever.

But that’s when the Polaroids started.

Again, they started off innocently enough - or as innocent as taking photos of her could be without her knowing.

Simple snaps of her walking back from Uni, slipped under her door or hanging on the ledge of her bedroom window. That’s when the chills started too.

Someone was watching her go home, and whether it was a classmate or not, it was still rather scary.

But not too much to Y/n.

She was intrigued, curious, almost dying to know who it was, but at the same time she was scared for her life.

But then, exactly two weeks on from the snaps of her walking home, she stopped fearing for her life. Not because the photos had stopped - but because they’d changed a little.

No longer were they somewhat innocent photos of her walking home in different pink dresses and skirt.

These were different.

That Tuesday, she found four Polaroids slid under her door when she came back, each more lewd than the next.

The first was of her removing her shirt, the edges of her black bra visible from the side angles. The second was the shirt fully off, thrown onto the floor.

The third was a side angle of her naked chest, under the warm glow of her bedroom light.

And the fourth was one of her - naked - going to the bathroom.

This was not the doing of her classmates at all. They surely weren’t this smart.

But that same night, Y/n found herself…intrigued.

Who was watching her? Who was so fascinated by her that they were taking these? And what did they want?

But then once more, the Polaroids changed. 

This time, the stalker didn’t hesitate to leave traces of himself on the photos - his hand resting on the ledge of her window, his knee just in the corner of another. 

And Y/n, through these small snippets, found herself with a rather confusing…crush? 

A crush on someone she didn’t know - someone who was stalking her, someone she didn’t even know looked like. 

Yet she couldn’t help herself. 

She felt so enticed by whoever this stranger was, and found her cunt throbbing at the thought of this obsessed man. 

The photo the next day only served to add to her crush.

This time, it was another photo of her in black lacy lingerie (which she’d purposefully put on in case her little stalker came back) with words scrawled onto it.

Leave your door open and we’ll see if you’re still a tease.

Leaving her door open would be a sign of consent, and she wanted exactly that.

Y/n steeled herself, eyes lighting up as she read the note. She could finally meet her stalker.

That night, Y/n had prepared herself.

She changed into a bralette, some very small shorts (not that she wouldn’t usually wear them) and some long, semi-clear, thigh-high socks.

She didn’t expect that the stalker would actually come, they’d probably be too scared, but she could never be too sure.

But no one came.

Guess someone was just doing it for fun.

The girl twisted a little more in her sleep, but didn’t budge.

The stranger let out a hum, sucking a deep hickey on the inside of her plush thighs, licking over it slowly, eyes watching as her chest rose and fell.

Her eyes flickered open, meeting with that of another set of green ones, distinctively aware of the warm breath splaying across her skin.

At least the stalker had…nice eyes? 

Y/n didn’t have time to say anything as the stranger dug his fingers into her thighs, pulling her body down. 

She could hardly see his face under the dark light, making out the shape of his pink lips, and dark, chocolate brown curls. He hadn’t even bothered to try and hide his identity.

“You left your door open,” the stranger said, his voice…a funny mix of accents, gravelly with lust, “like a slut,”.

Y/n could do nothing but gasp as the stranger ran his tongue over her clothed core, her body alert to his warm breath spilling across her thighs. 

A whimper left her lips as he yanked her shorts down with unreasonable force, dragging them down to her ankles. 

He tore them off in one swift movement, thrust to the side of the room as he crawled forwards on top of her.

She was acutely aware of the cold air against her core, not to mention the stranger staring at her embarrassingly wet cunt, opening her mouth to cry out.

The man clamped a strong, big hand down onto her mouth as she whimpered, eyes glossing over with tears.

“Crying?” the man sneered, “already? I haven’t even fucked you yet,”.

Y/n let out a whine against his hand, trying to squeeze her legs together and cover the heat growing between her legs as the man snarled.

The dark was a cover for the stranger, his identity covered as Y/n moaned, eyes rolling at the feeling of his lips against her clit, pressing soft kisses to her folds.

She felt pathetic for leaving her door open, she felt like a slut.

And she loved it.

The man was firm in his movements, keeping her exactly how he wanted to, his hand never leaving her mouth as he used his other to pull her ass back against his hips.

The small, cropped bralette was torn from her body, the material hanging in two as Y/n’s vision blurred with her tears, her face pushed into the mattress.

She shivered as she felt the tip of the man’s cock on her back, dragging over her skin.

“This what you wanted? To be fucked like a little whore?” the man sneered as Y/n whined, whimpering against his hand.

“Left your door open for any man to come and fuck your dirty, greedy little pussy,” his hand came down as a harsh slap against her clit as she shrieked, thighs quivering.

“Could’ve brought some of my friends for this filthy cunt,” he bullied three whole fingers into her one go as she cried out.

“You would’ve like that, wouldn’t you? Like a whore,”.

Y/n couldn’t bring herself to say anything, legs giving way as the stranger’s fingers brutally fucked in and out of her tight pussy, the tears spilling down his hand as he moved to squeeze her neck.

The man scoffed, pulling his fingers out as Y/n squeaked, clenching round nothing, the feeling of emptiness somehow worse.

The stranger, however, was quick to fix that.

A loud moan tore from Y/n’s aching throat as he slammed his cock into her, in one long, deep thrust.

The size was exceptional.

“Anyone could’ve had a piece of this,” his cock slopped against her folds, buried deep inside of her.

His member was thick and heavy, stretching into her, somehow getting deeper and deeper.

Y/n’s mouth hung open as the stranger covered her mouth again, silencing her moans.

He didn’t seem fazed by the drool from her mouth spilling onto his hand as he manhandled her body flat on her stomach, his cock twitching inside of her.

Y/n cried out as he started moving, jackhammering in and out of her, his hips pounding against hers as he pulled her head back.

His grip on her hair was tight as he thrust in and out of her, the other holding her jaw harshly.

“Open,” the man said, Y/n’s cheeks stained with tears, lip quivering as she parted her lips.

The man sneered, spitting onto her warm tongue.

She didn’t have a second to reply, his fingers pushing harshly into her mouth as she gagged.

The pad of his index finger pressed hard onto her tongue as she gasped, his finger coated in her salvia as he slammed into her, his cock pounding in and out of her.

It hurt, but the pain was drowned out by the pleasure, no- it added to the pleasure.

“Look at you,” the stranger said, Y/n’s attention drawn back to his voice.

It was like she revolved around him.

“Letting me fuck you like my own personal whore,” he grunted, voice gravelly and hoarse as he rammed into her, a pathetic mix of a whine and a moan on her lips again.

“I’m gonna tear your sweet little cunt apart,” the voice continued as Y/n balled her hands in the bedsheets.

“I’ve been dreaming about this,” the man said, his voice hoarse, “about fucking this pathetic, needy little cunt ever since I saw you walking home,” he gave your pussy a harsh smack. His thrusts never faltered as he gripped her jaw tightly, groaning.

He paused for a second, holding himself in here, bottomed out, almost giving her a second to recover.

Of course not.

“Fucking slut,” the stranger scoffed, continuing his movements, faster and harder than before as Y/n moaned.

“Let any man ruin you just after a few photos…thought I’d have to try harder, but no. Too much of a- fuck- a whore,”.

A whimper left Y/n’s lips as the man slammed into her, holding himself there as the feeling of his hot, thick cum spilling into her filled her greedy pussy.

She didn’t protest, a string of salvia attaching his hand to her mouth as the man stood up, staring at the cum dripping down her thighs.

Her body felt weak but god it had been so good.

She didn’t protest as he manhandled her body onto her back, pushing her weak legs apart, taking a camera from the floor and snapping a photo.

A lazy moan spilled from her lips as he shoved a finger inside of her, snapping another photo.

The two pieces printed from the bottom as he thrust them onto her stomach, keeping two copies for himself.

“Put them on your wall,” the stranger said, “I’ll be back every night. Wait for me,”.

And wait, Y/n did.

[makaylaxshelby]

SELF CARE

warnings: mdni, smut, 18+, praise, throwing up

pairing: lando norris x fem!reader

summary: no one likes being sick, but when you have someone who cares for you, it’s all the more better

It was well past 3am when Y/n felt a shaky hand on her shoulder - cold and clammy, followed by mix of a whimper and a groan.

“Y/n-,” there was a pause, “‘m think im’gonna be sick-,”

The sentence was shortly followed by retching as Y/n moved to her feet, rushing after her boyfriend as he knelt over the toilet, body shaking.

“It’s okay, it’s okay,” she muttered, brushing his curls from his forehead as he shook.

Lando heaved, holding onto the bowl as he held it like it was the only thing grounding him.

Y/n stayed right beside him, one hand rubbing slow circles on his back while the other gently held his hair away from his face.

“You’re okay, baby,” she almost cooed, “I’m here, I’m here with you…shh, it’s okay,”

Her hand moved soothingly up and down his back, gliding across his burning skin, his skin sweaty as he heaved, huddled over the toilet bowl.

Lando coughed, his breathing heavy before he leaned his forehead against the cool porcelain.

“I’m - fuck - I’m such a shit boyfriend,” he croaked, voice hoarse from the strain, “waking you up for this,”

Y/n frowned, fingers combing through his curls in a way she knew comforted him. “Hey, don’t say that,” she murmured.

“You’re sick, Lan. I’d rather be here with you than asleep, anyway,”

“Liar,” he huffed a weak, humourless laugh.

She smiled, pressing a kiss to his temple despite the sweat on his skin. “No, really. This is top-tier quality time, we’re bonding,”

Lando rolled his eyes, accepting the water she’d cupped into her hand, and swirled it round his mouth.

Y/n’s hand never left his back as he spat it out, sighing.

Lando groaned, flopping back against her as she sat on the bathroom floor behind him, cradling him against her chest.

“Let’s get you to bed, yeah?” Y/n said after a minute, helping her boyfriend to his feet as he nodded, following her shakily into the room, steadied by her hand wrapped round his.

“Comfy?” Y/n sidled into the bed beside him, making sure the blankets weren’t too suffocating as he nodded.

“Good,” she whispered, pressing a kiss to his forehead.

“Mornin’,” Lando mumbled, his voice raspy as he turned onto his side, his eyes shining softly.

“Morning,” Y/n replied, leaning in to press a soft kiss to his lips, moving to rest her head on her arm, “how’re you feelin’?”.

Lando just groaned, burying his face into his arm.

“I had plans,” he said after a few seconds, “gym…training…the works,” he muttered.

“Definitely not doing any of that,” Y/n said firmly as Lando moved closer to her, his curls brushing her cheek as he nodded, showing no resistance to her words.

“What about…a little self care day?”

“A what?”

“Just some face masks…a warm bath…some films, you know,” Y/n said vaguely as Lando hummed.

“Doesn’t sound too bad, actually,” he moved to sit up, accepting her hand to steady himself, his curls sticking up here and there, but not too bad.

“Why don’t we start on that bath?” Lando said, even being sick, he still had that little smug smirk.

“Sure,” Y/n said, shaking her head at his antics.

With the help of Y/n, Lando managed to get to the bathroom, sitting himself down onto the toilet, his eyes never leaving Y/n as she reached up, pulling her t-shirt off over her head.

“C’mon, you need to undress too,” Y/n chided, her cheeks painted slightly red at the intensity of her boyfriend’s stare.

“Oh. Right,”

Y/n rolled her eyes, shaking her head as he tossed his shirt into a pile in the corner, followed by his joggers as he stood up, walking behind Y/n.

“So pretty,” he mumbled, pressing a kiss to her neck as she giggled, watching the water slowly rise.

“Heard dopamine’s good to make you feel better,” he mumbled, stepping into the water after Y/n, wriggling back so his back rested against her chest.

“Where did you hear that?” Y/n rolled her eyes as Lando grinned.

“Me, myself, and I,”

“Of course,”

The bath was relaxing - the warm water pooling round the pair of them as Y/n scrubbed at Lando’s scalp, her nails dragging smoothly through his hair as he groaned.

“F-Fuck…” Lando’s head fell back against her chest, “that’s the spot,”

“This isn’t a head massage, you muppet,” Y/n snickered, watching how his eyes fluttered, very nearly rolling back.

“You’re not stopping, though,”

“Whatever,”

“C’mon baby,” Y/n wriggled, running her hand over Lando’s bicep as he jolted, his eyes half-lidded as he looked up at her.

“Water’s cold,” she muttered, “and we have face masks and stuff to do,”

“Why didn’t we do them before the bath?” Lando mumbled as Y/n shrugged, helping him step out of the pool of water. “Didn’t think that far ahead,”

Lando snickered, accepting the towel round his waist, the other patting his curls softly.

“Thanks,” he wrapped the fluffiness around his body, blearily rubbing his eyes, “ma’am,”

“Anytime, sir,” Y/n played along, tying the two ropes softly, not too tight, and following the same on her own body.

“So…hydrating or-?” Y/n barely even got the sentence out of her mouth before Lando half-snatched the apple flavoured pouch from her hand, eyes wide.

“Scented it is,” she muttered, shaking her head as she praised the face mask from his hand, directing him to sit on the toilet.

“Feel like a ma…a massag…ist,” Lando muttered, closing his eyes as she tore open the packet.

“A masseuse,” she said, correcting him as he nodded, flinching at the cold feel of the paste across his skin.

“Don’t move, or it’ll get in your eye,” she warned, as Lando nodded, gulping and closing his mouth. Every time she scooped a new finger-ful of the stuff, he’d flinch, almost moving away.

“Lando,” Y/n groaned, as he moved for what felt like the hundredth time, her hand squeezing his face together and holding him still.

“Sorry,” Lando mumbled, his voice muffled by the position she had him in, finishing the face mask as blinked, staring at himself in the mirror.

With a few more swipes of the cold paste, she finally finished up, stepping back to admire her handiwork. 

“I look like Shrek,” Lando said, looking to the mirror as Y/n snorted. 

“I didn’t choose the toxic green, did I?” Y/n shot back almost immediately as Lando grumbled. “Yeah, yeah, shut it, you,” he squeezed her sides.

They both relaxed on the bed as their face masks worked their magic, before finally, Lando scrunched his nose.

“My nose is itchy,”

“‘Course it is,” Y/n stood up, grinning, “let’s wash them off,”

Lando took her hand instantly, rising to his feet as he followed her towards the bathroom, smearing water across his face.

“Shrek,” he muttered, jabbing her side again as she scowled.

“Look pretty,” he mumbled after a few seconds, as Y/n snickered.

“That’s a quick change from before,”

“Is it a crime to say my girl looks pretty?”

A flutter rushed through Y/n’s chest at the use of ‘my’, and she turned her head.

“Didn’t think so,” Lando smirked.

“Oh shut it,” Y/n said, though not pushing him away as he wrapped his arms round her waist.

“Don’t you protesting,” Lando snickered, his voice soft as he pulled her to his chest, her back warm against him.

Y/n said nothing, letting him sway her.

And then-

“Oh fuck, you’ve ruined the moment,” Y/n said after a while, moving forwards as Lando blushed.

“I can’t it! Your ass-,” he spluttered, trying to cover the bulge in his joggers as Y/n rolled her eyes.

“Whatever,” she muttered, “just c’mon,” he took her hand, tugging him towards the bedroom.

Lando blinked - a little confused when she pushed his chest, his back falling into the bed in the process, as Y/n thrusted her shirt off over her head.

“Well, hello,” Lando smirked, as Y/n climbed on top of him, straddling his waist as she pushed his joggers down.

“Quit talking,” Y/n muttered, “you were sick last night, now you’re horny?”

“It’s called being a man,” Lando shook his head, suppressing a laugh - which was quick to turn into a groan as Y/n sank down onto him, her velvet walls immediately enveloping his thick member.

“Fuckkkkk,” he groaned, head falling back at the feeling, propping himself up on his elbows.

“Fuckin’ gorgeous,” he muttered, voice hoarse as Y/n placed her hands on his shoulders, before bouncing softly.

Her cheeks were flushed red - as was Lando’s.

She moaned, the sound higher pitched and more of a whimper as Lando held her hips, steadying her on top of him.

“Lan…” she croaked, clutching his shoulders, her pace slowing and settling into an almost abysmally pathetic bounce.

“Hm?”

“Legs hurt,”

“Couldn’t even last being a dom for 5 minutes- ow! Okay, okay!” Lando rubbed his bicep where she’d punched him, wincing.

In a swift movement, he had Y/n in her back, legs thrown over his shoulders, his dick plunging into her.

“Remarkable stamina for someone who threw up last night,” Lando smirked, to which Y/n scoffed.

“Calm it, Norris,”

“I am calm,”

“You’re big headed,” Y/n corrected as Lando scoffed.

“Just shut up and take my dick,” he grunted, teeth clenched as he picked up pace, his tip slamming into her g-spot, causing her to cry out.

It took no less than 20 seconds for her legs to quiver, teeth sinking into the cushion of her lower lip as she moaned, her orgasm washing over her.

Lando didn’t stop, thrusting into her and prolonging her climax, her head falling to the mattress as Lando panted, his own quick to follow.

His hips snapped into hers, quick and sharp, stuttering, before he pulled out, his cum pooling onto her stomach.

“Jesus,”

“Agreed,” Lando mumbled, wiping a strand of hair from her face.

She said nothing, rolling onto Lando’s chest as he held her, arms clamped tightly but not too hard round her.

“Love you, nurse,” Lando snickered.

“Love you dickhead,” she mumbled as Lando smiled.

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HELL YEAH

giving the mutuals a mango 🥭

[makaylaxshelby]

SELF CARE

warnings: mdni, smut, 18+, praise, throwing up

pairing: lando norris x fem!reader

summary: no one likes being sick, but when you have someone who cares for you, it’s all the more better

It was well past 3am when Y/n felt a shaky hand on her shoulder - cold and clammy, followed by mix of a whimper and a groan.

“Y/n-,” there was a pause, “‘m think im’gonna be sick-,”

The sentence was shortly followed by retching as Y/n moved to her feet, rushing after her boyfriend as he knelt over the toilet, body shaking.

“It’s okay, it’s okay,” she muttered, brushing his curls from his forehead as he shook.

Lando heaved, holding onto the bowl as he held it like it was the only thing grounding him.

Y/n stayed right beside him, one hand rubbing slow circles on his back while the other gently held his hair away from his face.

“You’re okay, baby,” she almost cooed, “I’m here, I’m here with you…shh, it’s okay,”

Her hand moved soothingly up and down his back, gliding across his burning skin, his skin sweaty as he heaved, huddled over the toilet bowl.

Lando coughed, his breathing heavy before he leaned his forehead against the cool porcelain.

“I’m - fuck - I’m such a shit boyfriend,” he croaked, voice hoarse from the strain, “waking you up for this,”

Y/n frowned, fingers combing through his curls in a way she knew comforted him. “Hey, don’t say that,” she murmured.

“You’re sick, Lan. I’d rather be here with you than asleep, anyway,”

“Liar,” he huffed a weak, humourless laugh.

She smiled, pressing a kiss to his temple despite the sweat on his skin. “No, really. This is top-tier quality time, we’re bonding,”

Lando rolled his eyes, accepting the water she’d cupped into her hand, and swirled it round his mouth.

Y/n’s hand never left his back as he spat it out, sighing.

Lando groaned, flopping back against her as she sat on the bathroom floor behind him, cradling him against her chest.

“Let’s get you to bed, yeah?” Y/n said after a minute, helping her boyfriend to his feet as he nodded, following her shakily into the room, steadied by her hand wrapped round his.

“Comfy?” Y/n sidled into the bed beside him, making sure the blankets weren’t too suffocating as he nodded.

“Good,” she whispered, pressing a kiss to his forehead.

“Mornin’,” Lando mumbled, his voice raspy as he turned onto his side, his eyes shining softly.

“Morning,” Y/n replied, leaning in to press a soft kiss to his lips, moving to rest her head on her arm, “how’re you feelin’?”.

Lando just groaned, burying his face into his arm.

“I had plans,” he said after a few seconds, “gym…training…the works,” he muttered.

“Definitely not doing any of that,” Y/n said firmly as Lando moved closer to her, his curls brushing her cheek as he nodded, showing no resistance to her words.

“What about…a little self care day?”

“A what?”

“Just some face masks…a warm bath…some films, you know,” Y/n said vaguely as Lando hummed.

“Doesn’t sound too bad, actually,” he moved to sit up, accepting her hand to steady himself, his curls sticking up here and there, but not too bad.

“Why don’t we start on that bath?” Lando said, even being sick, he still had that little smug smirk.

“Sure,” Y/n said, shaking her head at his antics.

With the help of Y/n, Lando managed to get to the bathroom, sitting himself down onto the toilet, his eyes never leaving Y/n as she reached up, pulling her t-shirt off over her head.

“C’mon, you need to undress too,” Y/n chided, her cheeks painted slightly red at the intensity of her boyfriend’s stare.

“Oh. Right,”

Y/n rolled her eyes, shaking her head as he tossed his shirt into a pile in the corner, followed by his joggers as he stood up, walking behind Y/n.

“So pretty,” he mumbled, pressing a kiss to her neck as she giggled, watching the water slowly rise.

“Heard dopamine’s good to make you feel better,” he mumbled, stepping into the water after Y/n, wriggling back so his back rested against her chest.

“Where did you hear that?” Y/n rolled her eyes as Lando grinned.

“Me, myself, and I,”

“Of course,”

The bath was relaxing - the warm water pooling round the pair of them as Y/n scrubbed at Lando’s scalp, her nails dragging smoothly through his hair as he groaned.

“F-Fuck…” Lando’s head fell back against her chest, “that’s the spot,”

“This isn’t a head massage, you muppet,” Y/n snickered, watching how his eyes fluttered, very nearly rolling back.

“You’re not stopping, though,”

“Whatever,”

“C’mon baby,” Y/n wriggled, running her hand over Lando’s bicep as he jolted, his eyes half-lidded as he looked up at her.

“Water’s cold,” she muttered, “and we have face masks and stuff to do,”

“Why didn’t we do them before the bath?” Lando mumbled as Y/n shrugged, helping him step out of the pool of water. “Didn’t think that far ahead,”

Lando snickered, accepting the towel round his waist, the other patting his curls softly.

“Thanks,” he wrapped the fluffiness around his body, blearily rubbing his eyes, “ma’am,”

“Anytime, sir,” Y/n played along, tying the two ropes softly, not too tight, and following the same on her own body.

“So…hydrating or-?” Y/n barely even got the sentence out of her mouth before Lando half-snatched the apple flavoured pouch from her hand, eyes wide.

“Scented it is,” she muttered, shaking her head as she praised the face mask from his hand, directing him to sit on the toilet.

“Feel like a ma…a massag…ist,” Lando muttered, closing his eyes as she tore open the packet.

“A masseuse,” she said, correcting him as he nodded, flinching at the cold feel of the paste across his skin.

“Don’t move, or it’ll get in your eye,” she warned, as Lando nodded, gulping and closing his mouth. Every time she scooped a new finger-ful of the stuff, he’d flinch, almost moving away.

“Lando,” Y/n groaned, as he moved for what felt like the hundredth time, her hand squeezing his face together and holding him still.

“Sorry,” Lando mumbled, his voice muffled by the position she had him in, finishing the face mask as blinked, staring at himself in the mirror.

With a few more swipes of the cold paste, she finally finished up, stepping back to admire her handiwork. 

“I look like Shrek,” Lando said, looking to the mirror as Y/n snorted. 

“I didn’t choose the toxic green, did I?” Y/n shot back almost immediately as Lando grumbled. “Yeah, yeah, shut it, you,” he squeezed her sides.

They both relaxed on the bed as their face masks worked their magic, before finally, Lando scrunched his nose.

“My nose is itchy,”

“‘Course it is,” Y/n stood up, grinning, “let’s wash them off,”

Lando took her hand instantly, rising to his feet as he followed her towards the bathroom, smearing water across his face.

“Shrek,” he muttered, jabbing her side again as she scowled.

“Look pretty,” he mumbled after a few seconds, as Y/n snickered.

“That’s a quick change from before,”

“Is it a crime to say my girl looks pretty?”

A flutter rushed through Y/n’s chest at the use of ‘my’, and she turned her head.

“Didn’t think so,” Lando smirked.

“Oh shut it,” Y/n said, though not pushing him away as he wrapped his arms round her waist.

“Don’t you protesting,” Lando snickered, his voice soft as he pulled her to his chest, her back warm against him.

Y/n said nothing, letting him sway her.

And then-

“Oh fuck, you’ve ruined the moment,” Y/n said after a while, moving forwards as Lando blushed.

“I can’t it! Your ass-,” he spluttered, trying to cover the bulge in his joggers as Y/n rolled her eyes.

“Whatever,” she muttered, “just c’mon,” he took her hand, tugging him towards the bedroom.

Lando blinked - a little confused when she pushed his chest, his back falling into the bed in the process, as Y/n thrusted her shirt off over her head.

“Well, hello,” Lando smirked, as Y/n climbed on top of him, straddling his waist as she pushed his joggers down.

“Quit talking,” Y/n muttered, “you were sick last night, now you’re horny?”

“It’s called being a man,” Lando shook his head, suppressing a laugh - which was quick to turn into a groan as Y/n sank down onto him, her velvet walls immediately enveloping his thick member.

“Fuckkkkk,” he groaned, head falling back at the feeling, propping himself up on his elbows.

“Fuckin’ gorgeous,” he muttered, voice hoarse as Y/n placed her hands on his shoulders, before bouncing softly.

Her cheeks were flushed red - as was Lando’s.

She moaned, the sound higher pitched and more of a whimper as Lando held her hips, steadying her on top of him.

“Lan…” she croaked, clutching his shoulders, her pace slowing and settling into an almost abysmally pathetic bounce.

“Hm?”

“Legs hurt,”

“Couldn’t even last being a dom for 5 minutes- ow! Okay, okay!” Lando rubbed his bicep where she’d punched him, wincing.

In a swift movement, he had Y/n in her back, legs thrown over his shoulders, his dick plunging into her.

“Remarkable stamina for someone who threw up last night,” Lando smirked, to which Y/n scoffed.

“Calm it, Norris,”

“I am calm,”

“You’re big headed,” Y/n corrected as Lando scoffed.

“Just shut up and take my dick,” he grunted, teeth clenched as he picked up pace, his tip slamming into her g-spot, causing her to cry out.

It took no less than 20 seconds for her legs to quiver, teeth sinking into the cushion of her lower lip as she moaned, her orgasm washing over her.

Lando didn’t stop, thrusting into her and prolonging her climax, her head falling to the mattress as Lando panted, his own quick to follow.

His hips snapped into hers, quick and sharp, stuttering, before he pulled out, his cum pooling onto her stomach.

“Jesus,”

“Agreed,” Lando mumbled, wiping a strand of hair from her face.

She said nothing, rolling onto Lando’s chest as he held her, arms clamped tightly but not too hard round her.

“Love you, nurse,” Lando snickered.

“Love you dickhead,” she mumbled as Lando smiled.

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wow lark ur so cool

Kys retard

will do!

[makaylaxshelby]

bringing this back cause its gotta be one of the moments of all time

[makaylaxshelby]

-lucky necklace-

summary : lando always kisses you necklace for good luck ut what happens when you are not there....

PAIRINGS : lando norris x fem!readeer

WARNINGS : none

note : I hope that you will like this. THANK YOU FOR ALL YOUR REACTIONS AND LOVE ON MY POSTS LOVE YOU!

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"You forgot something," you called out as Lando stepped out of the McLaren hospitality unit, race suit half-zipped, sunglasses already in place.

He froze mid-step and turned, squinting at you with a dramatic tilt of his head. “No, I didn’t.”

You just raised an eyebrow and pointed to your chest where your necklace sat, simple and familiar — a delicate chain with a small charm he’d kissed before every session since Monaco last year. 

What started as a joke had quickly turned into a ritual: pre-race, post-warm-up, every qualifying. He didn’t leave without it — or, more accurately, without kissing it while it rested on you.

Lando jogged over and stopped in front of you, grinning. “Okay, maybe I forgot something tiny.” It was his absolute favorite ritual, as it included his love and kissing.

“Tiny but powerful,” you teased. “The source of all your speed.”

“I thought my immense skill and jawline were the source of all my speed,” he said, his voice playfully indignant.

“False. It’s me. And this necklace.” You tapped the charm gently.

He leaned in, one hand cupping your waist lightly, and pressed a kiss right to the charm at your collarbone. “There. Luck secured.” 

His lips lingered just a second too long. Just enough to make your breath catch. Then he pulled back, still holding your waist with that same cocky glint in his eye. 

“See you after FP1?”

“I’ll be right here. Try not to drive into anyone.”

“No promises.”

It was a couple of weeks later, and you couldn't be at the race as your work schedule couldn't allow you to go away.

You weren’t supposed to miss Silverstone. It was your favorite track — his home race, your little tradition. Every year you brought him something silly or sweet: lucky socks, bad puns, or a tiny drawing tucked into his gear bag. 

But this year had other plans. Your work had pulled you away just before qualifying. You barely had time to kiss him goodbye, whispering, “You've got this,” and promising to watch from your workplace.

Now, sitting in your work office, missing Lando more than usual, you clutched your phone and stared at the message you’d sent. Lando would do great; you just knew it.

You: You’ve got this. Go be fast and annoying. ❤️

No reply. Not even a read receipt.

You tried not to feel disappointed. He was busy. He needed to focus. You weren’t supposed to take it personally — even if the little charm hanging around your neck felt heavier today, like it missed him too.

Meanwhile, Lando was standing in the McLaren garage, helmet in hand, staring at his reflection in the side of the car. His suit felt too tight. His chest felt too quiet.

No kiss.

No charm.

You weren’t there.

He pulled out his phone and recorded a voice memo in a quiet corner before anyone could notice. He needed to act now; if not he would not get to his full potential.

“Hey, love… I know you can’t be here, but… I’m still going to kiss the necklace anyway — imaginary style. So… mwah. There. See? Lucky again. I love you. I’ll wave to the camera if I get pole.”

He grinned, hit send, and zipped up his suit. He walked back to the car, lighter, like the kiss had really been there. It soothed him; he was ready, and he would win for you, his family, and his fans.

Then he went out and put the car on pole.

Your phone buzzed just as the Sky Sports coverage switched to post-qualifying. Lando’s face filled the screen, grinning and smug, holding P1 like it was his birthright.

You opened the voice memo with shaking hands, and his voice — warm, teasing, just a little bit breathless — made your heart swell.

“I’ll wave to the camera if I get pole.”

Seconds later, on-screen, he threw up a small peace sign as the champagne sprayed.

You wiped at your eyes and laughed.

You (replying): You’re such a sap. I love you. Also, you owe me a grid-side kiss next time I’m there. P.S. You looked disgustingly handsome on the podium.

His reply came almost instantly.

Lando 🧡: I only look good when you’re watching. 🫶 Also, that kiss? Saving it for Monza. Front row. Full crowd. No backing out.

You: Can’t wait. Now go win tomorrow. Also, nice fake kiss. 9/10. Minus points for sound effects.

Lando: 😤 Rude. I practiced that.

The next day you watched the race like it was a film. Breathless. Intense. Loud. And Lando? He was electric. Smooth through corners, aggressive with overtakes, calm on the radio. Like he wasn’t just driving the car — he was the car.

And when he crossed the line first, P1 in bold next to his name, you cheered so loud your dad nearly dropped his tea. You were so happy for him; you knew it would boost his confidence a lot.

The broadcast cut to him on the podium, soaked in champagne, suit half-unzipped, and hair a mess. He lifted the bottle high, turned to the camera, and held up two fingers.

Not a peace sign. Not a celebration.

Just two.

For two kisses.

You laughed, heart aching in the best way.

Later that night, he FaceTimed you from the hotel, eyes tired but glowing.

“Hey, world champ,” you teased.

“Hey, good luck charm,” he replied, his voice soft, full of warmth. “You watched?”

“Obviously. Twice already.”

“You liked my wave?”

“I liked your everything.”

You turned the camera slightly to show your necklace — or rather, his lucky charm — still around your neck, as always. “I missed this,” he murmured. “I missed you.”

You smiled, touching the charm where it lay against your skin. “I wore it the whole time.”

“I know,” he said. “I imagined it. Every lap.”

You tilted your head. “So I am the reason you’re fast?”

He laughed, quiet and sweet. “Nah. I’m fast because I’m a freak of nature. But you? You’re the reason it matters.”

Your throat tightened. “Lando…”

“Yeah?”

“I’m keeping that voice memo forever.”

“Good. I left out the part where I almost kissed my steering wheel.”

You gasped. “Excuse me?”

“I panicked,” he said. “Desperate times.”

“You better kiss me twice to make up for it.”

“I will,” he said. “As soon as you get to Monza.”

You smiled. “Promise?”

“Make it three,” he added, looking at you with that soft, open expression he saved just for these calls.

“Why three?”

“One for luck,” he said. “One for pole. And one for the win.”

[makaylaxshelby]

CHILLS

warnings: mdni, 18+, smut, dark fic, dacryphilia, stalking, noncon

pairing: lando norris x fem!reader

summary: y/n’s always had a feeling someone was watching her, never did she say she was against it

Y/n was one of those girls.

The kind of girl that wore bows and pink all the time.

The kind of girl that was just begging to be stalked.

And, well, someone couldn’t quite resist her blush-coloured charm. Someone with a lot more sinister thoughts than anyone would have thought.

At first, it had been cute to her.

Little flowers taped to her door when she’s come back from Uni every day, or little notes with cute metaphors about how pretty she was.

So she just assumed it was one of her classmates.

But then, a few weeks later, they stopped. Y/n was, admittedly, a little confused, but she didn’t think too much about it. After all, it was just a secret admirer or whatever.

But that’s when the Polaroids started.

Again, they started off innocently enough - or as innocent as taking photos of her could be without her knowing.

Simple snaps of her walking back from Uni, slipped under her door or hanging on the ledge of her bedroom window. That’s when the chills started too.

Someone was watching her go home, and whether it was a classmate or not, it was still rather scary.

But not too much to Y/n.

She was intrigued, curious, almost dying to know who it was, but at the same time she was scared for her life.

But then, exactly two weeks on from the snaps of her walking home, she stopped fearing for her life. Not because the photos had stopped - but because they’d changed a little.

No longer were they somewhat innocent photos of her walking home in different pink dresses and skirt.

These were different.

That Tuesday, she found four Polaroids slid under her door when she came back, each more lewd than the next.

The first was of her removing her shirt, the edges of her black bra visible from the side angles. The second was the shirt fully off, thrown onto the floor.

The third was a side angle of her naked chest, under the warm glow of her bedroom light.

And the fourth was one of her - naked - going to the bathroom.

This was not the doing of her classmates at all. They surely weren’t this smart.

But that same night, Y/n found herself…intrigued.

Who was watching her? Who was so fascinated by her that they were taking these? And what did they want?

But then once more, the Polaroids changed. 

This time, the stalker didn’t hesitate to leave traces of himself on the photos - his hand resting on the ledge of her window, his knee just in the corner of another. 

And Y/n, through these small snippets, found herself with a rather confusing…crush? 

A crush on someone she didn’t know - someone who was stalking her, someone she didn’t even know looked like. 

Yet she couldn’t help herself. 

She felt so enticed by whoever this stranger was, and found her cunt throbbing at the thought of this obsessed man. 

The photo the next day only served to add to her crush.

This time, it was another photo of her in black lacy lingerie (which she’d purposefully put on in case her little stalker came back) with words scrawled onto it.

Leave your door open and we’ll see if you’re still a tease.

Leaving her door open would be a sign of consent, and she wanted exactly that.

Y/n steeled herself, eyes lighting up as she read the note. She could finally meet her stalker.

That night, Y/n had prepared herself.

She changed into a bralette, some very small shorts (not that she wouldn’t usually wear them) and some long, semi-clear, thigh-high socks.

She didn’t expect that the stalker would actually come, they’d probably be too scared, but she could never be too sure.

But no one came.

Guess someone was just doing it for fun.

The girl twisted a little more in her sleep, but didn’t budge.

The stranger let out a hum, sucking a deep hickey on the inside of her plush thighs, licking over it slowly, eyes watching as her chest rose and fell.

Her eyes flickered open, meeting with that of another set of green ones, distinctively aware of the warm breath splaying across her skin.

At least the stalker had…nice eyes? 

Y/n didn’t have time to say anything as the stranger dug his fingers into her thighs, pulling her body down. 

She could hardly see his face under the dark light, making out the shape of his pink lips, and dark, chocolate brown curls. He hadn’t even bothered to try and hide his identity.

“You left your door open,” the stranger said, his voice…a funny mix of accents, gravelly with lust, “like a slut,”.

Y/n could do nothing but gasp as the stranger ran his tongue over her clothed core, her body alert to his warm breath spilling across her thighs. 

A whimper left her lips as he yanked her shorts down with unreasonable force, dragging them down to her ankles. 

He tore them off in one swift movement, thrust to the side of the room as he crawled forwards on top of her.

She was acutely aware of the cold air against her core, not to mention the stranger staring at her embarrassingly wet cunt, opening her mouth to cry out.

The man clamped a strong, big hand down onto her mouth as she whimpered, eyes glossing over with tears.

“Crying?” the man sneered, “already? I haven’t even fucked you yet,”.

Y/n let out a whine against his hand, trying to squeeze her legs together and cover the heat growing between her legs as the man snarled.

The dark was a cover for the stranger, his identity covered as Y/n moaned, eyes rolling at the feeling of his lips against her clit, pressing soft kisses to her folds.

She felt pathetic for leaving her door open, she felt like a slut.

And she loved it.

The man was firm in his movements, keeping her exactly how he wanted to, his hand never leaving her mouth as he used his other to pull her ass back against his hips.

The small, cropped bralette was torn from her body, the material hanging in two as Y/n’s vision blurred with her tears, her face pushed into the mattress.

She shivered as she felt the tip of the man’s cock on her back, dragging over her skin.

“This what you wanted? To be fucked like a little whore?” the man sneered as Y/n whined, whimpering against his hand.

“Left your door open for any man to come and fuck your dirty, greedy little pussy,” his hand came down as a harsh slap against her clit as she shrieked, thighs quivering.

“Could’ve brought some of my friends for this filthy cunt,” he bullied three whole fingers into her one go as she cried out.

“You would’ve like that, wouldn’t you? Like a whore,”.

Y/n couldn’t bring herself to say anything, legs giving way as the stranger’s fingers brutally fucked in and out of her tight pussy, the tears spilling down his hand as he moved to squeeze her neck.

The man scoffed, pulling his fingers out as Y/n squeaked, clenching round nothing, the feeling of emptiness somehow worse.

The stranger, however, was quick to fix that.

A loud moan tore from Y/n’s aching throat as he slammed his cock into her, in one long, deep thrust.

The size was exceptional.

“Anyone could’ve had a piece of this,” his cock slopped against her folds, buried deep inside of her.

His member was thick and heavy, stretching into her, somehow getting deeper and deeper.

Y/n’s mouth hung open as the stranger covered her mouth again, silencing her moans.

He didn’t seem fazed by the drool from her mouth spilling onto his hand as he manhandled her body flat on her stomach, his cock twitching inside of her.

Y/n cried out as he started moving, jackhammering in and out of her, his hips pounding against hers as he pulled her head back.

His grip on her hair was tight as he thrust in and out of her, the other holding her jaw harshly.

“Open,” the man said, Y/n’s cheeks stained with tears, lip quivering as she parted her lips.

The man sneered, spitting onto her warm tongue.

She didn’t have a second to reply, his fingers pushing harshly into her mouth as she gagged.

The pad of his index finger pressed hard onto her tongue as she gasped, his finger coated in her salvia as he slammed into her, his cock pounding in and out of her.

It hurt, but the pain was drowned out by the pleasure, no- it added to the pleasure.

“Look at you,” the stranger said, Y/n’s attention drawn back to his voice.

It was like she revolved around him.

“Letting me fuck you like my own personal whore,” he grunted, voice gravelly and hoarse as he rammed into her, a pathetic mix of a whine and a moan on her lips again.

“I’m gonna tear your sweet little cunt apart,” the voice continued as Y/n balled her hands in the bedsheets.

“I’ve been dreaming about this,” the man said, his voice hoarse, “about fucking this pathetic, needy little cunt ever since I saw you walking home,” he gave your pussy a harsh smack. His thrusts never faltered as he gripped her jaw tightly, groaning.

He paused for a second, holding himself in here, bottomed out, almost giving her a second to recover.

Of course not.

“Fucking slut,” the stranger scoffed, continuing his movements, faster and harder than before as Y/n moaned.

“Let any man ruin you just after a few photos…thought I’d have to try harder, but no. Too much of a- fuck- a whore,”.

A whimper left Y/n’s lips as the man slammed into her, holding himself there as the feeling of his hot, thick cum spilling into her filled her greedy pussy.

She didn’t protest, a string of salvia attaching his hand to her mouth as the man stood up, staring at the cum dripping down her thighs.

Her body felt weak but god it had been so good.

She didn’t protest as he manhandled her body onto her back, pushing her weak legs apart, taking a camera from the floor and snapping a photo.

A lazy moan spilled from her lips as he shoved a finger inside of her, snapping another photo.

The two pieces printed from the bottom as he thrust them onto her stomach, keeping two copies for himself.

“Put them on your wall,” the stranger said, “I’ll be back every night. Wait for me,”.

And wait, Y/n did.

[makaylaxshelby]

Lando: I'm gonna start a false crime podcast, where I explain crimes that never happened

Max: I'm gonna commit the crimes you explain, forcing you to have a true crime podcast

[makaylaxshelby]

tw for below

”men can’t be raped”

yes we can.

[makaylaxshelby]

hot as balls if you’re a freak like me 👅

CHILLS

warnings: mdni, 18+, smut, dark fic, dacryphilia, stalking, noncon

pairing: lando norris x fem!reader

summary: y/n’s always had a feeling someone was watching her, never did she say she was against it

Y/n was one of those girls.

The kind of girl that wore bows and pink all the time.

The kind of girl that was just begging to be stalked.

And, well, someone couldn’t quite resist her blush-coloured charm. Someone with a lot more sinister thoughts than anyone would have thought.

At first, it had been cute to her.

Little flowers taped to her door when she’s come back from Uni every day, or little notes with cute metaphors about how pretty she was.

So she just assumed it was one of her classmates.

But then, a few weeks later, they stopped. Y/n was, admittedly, a little confused, but she didn’t think too much about it. After all, it was just a secret admirer or whatever.

But that’s when the Polaroids started.

Again, they started off innocently enough - or as innocent as taking photos of her could be without her knowing.

Simple snaps of her walking back from Uni, slipped under her door or hanging on the ledge of her bedroom window. That’s when the chills started too.

Someone was watching her go home, and whether it was a classmate or not, it was still rather scary.

But not too much to Y/n.

She was intrigued, curious, almost dying to know who it was, but at the same time she was scared for her life.

But then, exactly two weeks on from the snaps of her walking home, she stopped fearing for her life. Not because the photos had stopped - but because they’d changed a little.

No longer were they somewhat innocent photos of her walking home in different pink dresses and skirt.

These were different.

That Tuesday, she found four Polaroids slid under her door when she came back, each more lewd than the next.

The first was of her removing her shirt, the edges of her black bra visible from the side angles. The second was the shirt fully off, thrown onto the floor.

The third was a side angle of her naked chest, under the warm glow of her bedroom light.

And the fourth was one of her - naked - going to the bathroom.

This was not the doing of her classmates at all. They surely weren’t this smart.

But that same night, Y/n found herself…intrigued.

Who was watching her? Who was so fascinated by her that they were taking these? And what did they want?

But then once more, the Polaroids changed. 

This time, the stalker didn’t hesitate to leave traces of himself on the photos - his hand resting on the ledge of her window, his knee just in the corner of another. 

And Y/n, through these small snippets, found herself with a rather confusing…crush? 

A crush on someone she didn’t know - someone who was stalking her, someone she didn’t even know looked like. 

Yet she couldn’t help herself. 

She felt so enticed by whoever this stranger was, and found her cunt throbbing at the thought of this obsessed man. 

The photo the next day only served to add to her crush.

This time, it was another photo of her in black lacy lingerie (which she’d purposefully put on in case her little stalker came back) with words scrawled onto it.

Leave your door open and we’ll see if you’re still a tease.

Leaving her door open would be a sign of consent, and she wanted exactly that.

Y/n steeled herself, eyes lighting up as she read the note. She could finally meet her stalker.

That night, Y/n had prepared herself.

She changed into a bralette, some very small shorts (not that she wouldn’t usually wear them) and some long, semi-clear, thigh-high socks.

She didn’t expect that the stalker would actually come, they’d probably be too scared, but she could never be too sure.

But, as the clock ticked, there was no sign of anyone.

The time went from 9pm, to 10pm, to 11pm, and then to midnight. It was dark out too.

Guess someone was just doing it for fun.

The girl twisted a little more in her sleep, but didn’t budge.

The stranger let out a hum, sucking a deep hickey on the inside of her plush thighs, licking over it slowly, eyes watching as her chest rose and fell.

Y/n mumbled something in her sleep, wriggling around a little, before her eyes shot open, distinctly aware of the feeling of warm breath spilling against the supple skin of her thighs. 

A chill went through her spine as she looked down, her gaze meeting a pair of green ones, boring into hers as he pressed warm kisses to her thighs. 

At least the stalker had…nice eyes? 

Y/n didn’t have time to say anything as the stranger dug his fingers into her thighs, pulling her body down. 

She could hardly see his face under the dark light, making out the shape of his pink lips, and dark, chocolate brown curls. He hadn’t even bothered to try and hide his identity.

“You left your door open,” the stranger said, his voice…a funny mix of accents, gravelly with lust, “like a slut,”.

Y/n could do nothing but gasp as the stranger ran his tongue over her clothed core, her body alert to his warm breath spilling across her thighs. 

A whimper left her lips as he yanked her shorts down with unreasonable force, dragging them down to her ankles. 

He tore them off in one swift movement, thrust to the side of the room as he crawled forwards on top of her.

She was acutely aware of the cold air against her core, not to mention the stranger staring at her embarrassingly wet cunt, opening her mouth to cry out.

The man clamped a strong, big hand down onto her mouth as she whimpered, eyes glossing over with tears.

“Crying?” the man sneered, “already? I haven’t even fucked you yet,”.

Y/n let out a whine against his hand, trying to squeeze her legs together and cover the heat growing between her legs as the man snarled.

The dark was a cover for the stranger, his identity covered as Y/n moaned, eyes rolling at the feeling of his lips against her clit, pressing soft kisses to her folds.

She felt pathetic for leaving her door open, she felt like a slut.

And she loved it.

The man was firm in his movements, keeping her exactly how he wanted to, his hand never leaving her mouth as he used his other to pull her ass back against his hips.

The small, cropped bralette was torn from her body, the material hanging in two as Y/n’s vision blurred with her tears, her face pushed into the mattress.

She shivered as she felt the tip of the man’s cock on her back, dragging over her skin.

“This what you wanted? To be fucked like a little whore?” the man sneered as Y/n whined, whimpering against his hand.

“Left your door open for any man to come and fuck your dirty, greedy little pussy,” his hand came down as a harsh slap against her clit as she shrieked, thighs quivering.

“Could’ve brought some of my friends for this filthy cunt,” he bullied three whole fingers into her one go as she cried out.

“You would’ve like that, wouldn’t you? Like a whore,”.

Y/n couldn’t bring herself to say anything, legs giving way as the stranger’s fingers brutally fucked in and out of her tight pussy, the tears spilling down his hand as he moved to squeeze her neck.

The man scoffed, pulling his fingers out as Y/n squeaked, clenching round nothing, the feeling of emptiness somehow worse.

The stranger, however, was quick to fix that.

A loud moan tore from Y/n’s aching throat as he slammed his cock into her, in one long, deep thrust.

The size was exceptional.

“Anyone could’ve had a piece of this,” his cock slopped against her folds, buried deep inside of her.

His member was thick and heavy, stretching into her, somehow getting deeper and deeper.

Y/n’s mouth hung open as the stranger covered her mouth again, silencing her moans.

He didn’t seem fazed by the drool from her mouth spilling onto his hand as he manhandled her body flat on her stomach, his cock twitching inside of her.

Y/n cried out as he started moving, jackhammering in and out of her, his hips pounding against hers as he pulled her head back.

His grip on her hair was tight as he thrust in and out of her, the other holding her jaw harshly.

“Open,” the man said, Y/n’s cheeks stained with tears, lip quivering as she parted her lips.

The man sneered, spitting onto her warm tongue.

She didn’t have a second to reply, his fingers pushing harshly into her mouth as she gagged.

The pad of his index finger pressed hard onto her tongue as she gasped, his finger coated in her salvia as he slammed into her, his cock pounding in and out of her.

It hurt, but the pain was drowned out by the pleasure, no- it added to the pleasure.

“Look at you,” the stranger said, Y/n’s attention drawn back to his voice.

It was like she revolved around him.

“Letting me fuck you like my own personal whore,” he grunted, voice gravelly and hoarse as he rammed into her, a pathetic mix of a whine and a moan on her lips again.

“I’m gonna tear your sweet little cunt apart,” the voice continued as Y/n balled her hands in the bedsheets.

“I’ve been dreaming about this,” the man said, his voice hoarse, “about fucking this pathetic, needy little cunt ever since I saw you walking home,” he gave your pussy a harsh smack. His thrusts never faltered as he gripped her jaw tightly, groaning.

He paused for a second, holding himself in here, bottomed out, almost giving her a second to recover.

Of course not.

“Fucking slut,” the stranger scoffed, continuing his movements, faster and harder than before as Y/n moaned.

“Let any man ruin you just after a few photos…thought I’d have to try harder, but no. Too much of a- fuck- a whore,”.

A whimper left Y/n’s lips as the man slammed into her, holding himself there as the feeling of his hot, thick cum spilling into her filled her greedy pussy.

She didn’t protest, a string of salvia attaching his hand to her mouth as the man stood up, staring at the cum dripping down her thighs.

Her body felt weak but god it had been so good.

She didn’t protest as he manhandled her body onto her back, pushing her weak legs apart, taking a camera from the floor and snapping a photo.

A lazy moan spilled from her lips as he shoved a finger inside of her, snapping another photo.

The two pieces printed from the bottom as he thrust them onto her stomach, keeping two copies for himself.

“Put them on your wall,” the stranger said, “I’ll be back every night. Wait for me,”.

And wait, Y/n did.

[makaylaxshelby]

loved this!

QUIET

warnings: mdni, smut, 18+, praise, nicknames, no protection

pairing: lando norris x fem!reader

summary: y/n had always been great at driving, but handling public spaces? not so much. luckily she had a teammate who supported her well.

a/n: hiiii, english isn’t my first language but ive been reading fics on here and decided - why not, instead of just sending requests, i write them myself! i took inspiration from other writers too, my favourites being @cutieln4 and @lnfours

Being an F1 driver came with a certain lifestyle, most of which detailed partying, clubbing, going to events.

Y/n hated it.

But once again, the team had forced her to attend some event to promote a sponsor, dressed in a tight black dress. 

The air was warm in the intense summer months, the fabric of her clothing holding onto her like a second skin, the delicate golden necklace burning against her collarbone. 

And where was her bloody teammate? 

Shaking the thought off her mind, she stepped out the long limousine, the bright glare of cameras clicking around her instantly. 

They hurt her eyes, but she ignored it, flashing her signature smile into the lens of the glowering orbs round her.

The two men behind her, her assigned bodyguards, nudged her forwards past the cameras, towards the large room, packed with people.

Men in shirts and suits sauntered round with women on their arms, like nothing but an accessory. 

Y/n hadn’t grown up rich, she didn’t know how to act, how to behave, how to speak to people like them.

She’d never been a fan of close spaces, much less big crowds - it was like someone had dragged her into her own personal nightmare. 

Y/n could feel her throat closing up, the edges of her vision going blurry as she pushed through the crowd, trying to find a corner, or some space to calm her mind. 

She hardly even paid attention to her surroundings, subconsciously denying a chute of champagne from a waiter, and moving past. 

Her breathing grew raspier, thicker even, slicing her way through the crowds, her shaky hand fumbling with the knob of the bathroom door. 

Y/n’s face as filled with colour, her teeth sinking into her lower lip as she slammed the door of the stall, sitting onto the toilet behind her. 

God, she hated this.

She thought F1 was just driving and racing and winning - not glitz and glamour, but she was very wrong.

Y/n hadn’t even realised she was shaking, tears streaming down her face, her mascara smudging, lip quivering, chest heaving. 

Her perfect makeup, the make up that the team had forced to be done by professional artists. It was more like torture.

Bang, bang, bang. 

Y/n jumped at the sound, someone beating their fist on the stall door on the other side of the bathroom. 

“Y/n?” 

That was Lando’s voice. Her teammate. 

He shook every doorknob, all of them open except…her one.

“Y/n?” Lando spoke again, his voice more calmer, the banging stopping, “you on there?” 

“Yeah,” 

There was a pause for a moment, before Lando spoke. “Can you open the door f’me?” 

Y/n hesitated, her fingers brushing against the lock, but she slid it open anyways. 

Lando looked panicked, his cheeks flushed, hair messy like he’d been running his hands through it - had he been worried? For her? 

His expression melted into one of sympathy, the girl in front of him wrecked, shaking, vulnerable.

“C’mere,” he knelt down, almost like she was a child, taking her hand into his, his thumb brushing over her knuckles. 

His rings were cold across her palm, his eyes soft. “You’re alright now,” he pulled her into a hug, her face buried into the crook of his neck.

Y/n’s lashes clung together as a fresh wave of tears brimmed in her eyes, his free hand rubbing up and down her back softly. 

“You look so pretty, bunny,” he whispered, tucking a strand of hair behind her ears, “was it too much? The crowds and stuff?” 

Y/n nodded. 

She could feel the familiar ache in her throat, the same one she had every time she forced herself to hold back tears, the material at the bottom of the dress pooling round her. 

Neither of them cared they were sat on the floor of the bathroom, Lando’s attention solely on the girl in his arms, practically begging for comfort.

“It’s okay,” Lando whispered, his voice soothing and calming, “it’s okay, bunny,”

“D’you wanna leave?” 

Y/n hiccuped, wiping her eyes, ignoring the smudges of black across her cheeks as she looked up. 

That made Lando smile. 

His hands came to cup both of her cheeks, thumbs wiping the smears of black as he stood up, helping her to stand too.

“I’m sorry,” she mumbled, Lando immediately silencing her with a soft squeeze to the waist. 

“Don’t be,” he said, pulling her closer to him by her waist, looking out the bathroom door. 

The event was yet to begin, no one at the entrance anymore. Perfect.

Lando tugged on her hand, pulling her along the side of the room, ignoring the few stares they got as he led her away from the crowds.

“We’ll get in trouble,” Y/n hissed, ignoring the butterflies in the bottom of her stomach as Lando held her hand, pulling her to the cars along the road. 

“Takeout?” 

“Why not?” 

There was something almost humorous about leaving an event as glamorous as the sponsor event and getting take out.

And that’s how Y/n and Lando ended up sat rather close together on his sofa, three bags of takeout around them. 

Lando had his feet up on the table, one arm still round her waist as he snickered. 

“What?” Y/n whined, “what are you laughing at?” 

“You’ve got some…” he swiped a finger across her cheek, wiping the ketchup from her face.

Her cheeks dusted a light shade of pink at the contact, gaze falling to the floor. “Thanks,” she muttered. 

This was more awkward than she thought.

“You look really pretty tonight,” Lando spoke, his gaze fixed on the burger in his hand, “by the way,” 

“Thanks,” she muttered, “you look…good too,” 

Y/n’s gaze fell to her own drink, Lando slowly wriggling it free from her hand and placing it softly onto the table. 

Yet again, there was a pause, before his lips came to her cheek, soft, gentle, gliding across the apple of her cheek.

Right where his lips met her skin, a faint blush covered her skin, her lashes fluttering. 

“This is weird,”

“I know,” Lando groaned, “I’m not sure how to…you know, initiate it,”

“Like this?” 

“Wha-?”

Y/n took advantage of his gaze in her, her lips pressing against his. 

Lando’s hands were hesitant to come to her waist, pulling her closer to him as he deepened the kiss. 

His hands came to the thin material of her panties, ripping it clean in too. 

Y/n gasped, Lando’s tongue taking advantage of her open mouth to delve further in. 

“Oh fuck, bunny,” Lando’s head fell back as her hips pushed down on his aching member, a wet patch forming on his ever-growing bulge.

“Let me do it,” Lando’s voice was raspy and thicker, an octave lower, as he pushed her hand away from his belt to pull the leather off himself. 

His cock jumped free of the restraint of his trousers, thick and long, his tip an angry shade of red.

“Sorry bunny,” 

“What- Lando!” 

His hands tore the material down from her chest, the dress clean in two as she blushed, the dress now hanging in separate pieces.

Lando’s hands fumbled on the table, grabbing his card as Y/n huffed, dress in nothing, except adorned in her jewellery.

“That was expensive, I spent ages trying to find-!”

“Buy it in every colour,” he pushed the thin card between her lips, a squeak of confusion falling from her mouth.

Lando took his thick cock into his hand, pumping himself slowly as Y/n put the card back down onto the side, one hand coming to pull her chin to face him. 

“Spit,” 

“What?” 

Lando held out his hand as Y/n blushed, before she spat into his palm. 

“Good,” Lando muttered, spreading the warm liquid down his length, right to his shaft as Y/n rubbed small circles into her bundle of nerves.

Y/n gasped as he took his cock into his hand, slapping it softly onto her clit, spreading her own slickness through her folds.

His tongue came to the swell of her breast, slowly dragging round her perked nipple as Y/n gasped, head falling back.

“Sit on it bunny,” Lando whispered, his hands squeezed the flesh of her waist, guiding his tip to her entrance. 

“Oh fuck…that’s it baby, just like that,” Lando cursed, his fingers digging into her skin as she sank onto his tip, her mouth falling open in a silent gasp.

“You can take all of it, bunny,” he held Y/n on his lap, lowering her fully until he bottomed out. 

The bulge was evident in her tummy, and she could feel every ridge and vein settled inside of her as her hips twitched, Lando’s dick jerking softly inside of her.

“Ride me…please,” Lando whispered, his eyes a darker than usual, pupils blown up a hundred times. 

She started off slow, bouncing up and down on him as he groaned, head falling back onto the sofa.

“That’s it bunny…taking me so well, aren’t you?”

Dirty talk, Y/n’s biggest weakness. 

“Been picturing how you’d- fuck, how you’d riding me…with my dick in you,” he cursed, “better than anything I imagined,”

Y/n squeaked, the words spurring her on somehow further, ignoring the ache of her legs as she bounced on him, the slick of her pussy making it ten times easier.

“This pretty little pussy…gonna be the death of me, bunny,” he muttered. 

“Lando,” Y/n whimpered, almost whining, “my legs…they hurt, please…”. Lando scoffed almost mockingly, his hands lifting her slightly. 

Y/n shrieked, the sudden slam of her hips against him unexpected, the feeling reverberating through her body and core. 

She could feel the undeniable knot building up in her stomach, as could Lando, his tip slamming into her g-spot again, and again. 

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Lando cursed, still holding her up as his thrusts became sloppier, the sound of his cock ramming against her slickness becoming louder. 

“Fucking addicted, I swear,” he groaned, “this pretty little pussy…like a drug,”

Y/n was the first to fall over the edge, her vision going white and orgasm flooding through with a cry as her head fell back. 

There was something so mesmerising about how her hair fell back behind her, how her body convulsed on his cock, like she was possessed. 

He held her tightly, riding her through her high.

Lando followed shortly after, his hips snapping into her once, twice, before he pulled himself out, his cock pressing against her thigh as his seed spilled out. 

His hips jerked, his cum painting across her flushed skin, and that sight was something he’d never forget. 

“Fucking…Fucking gorgeous,” he muttered, pulling her closer to him, his cock softening under her. 

Y/n said nothing, her chest rising and falling as Lando held her, his chin resting on top of her head. 

“Bunny that was…that was amazing,” he breathed out. 

Y/n nodded, words catching in her throat as she came down from her high. 

Lando’s hand ran through her hair, the wisps of hair sliding through his fingers like silk as she calmed, her chest stilling shortly, resuming to its normal pace.

“Y’alright?” he finally spoke, voice deeper yet kinder and warmer.

Y/n nodded.

And for the first time, she felt truly loved.

[makaylaxshelby]

ma baby girl’s a propa author

could u do a lando fic x shy!reader where they’re having sex, and she doesn’t rly look him in the eye cause she’s insecure or something?

— LOOK ME IN THE EYE !

warnings: smut, 18+, mdni, virgin!reader, innocent!reader, praise, crying, aftercare

driver: lando norris

As soon as Y/n stepped into the apartment, she smelt it. The air was laced with the scent of something soft - jasmine, or maybe rose.

The girl blinked, toeing her shoes off as she shut the door behind her with a soft click.

She didn’t notice right away.

Delicate red rose petals along the hardwood floor, leading a trail up the stairs. The edges of the petals had curled in, but they hadn’t gone grips.

Her fingers twisted into the material of her cardigan as she followed the trail, her curiosities getting the better of her. Her heart thudded.

The bedsheets had been changed to fresh, crisp linen white sheets, small tea lights flickering their golden light across the walls.

Lando was stood by the window, busy lighting another candle, before his head turned, his eyes meeting with hers, his cheeks filling with a light shade of pink.

His black t-shirt clung to him just right, his skin glowing with drying droplets of water and hair damp.

“You did all this?” her voice was soft, as it naturally was.

“Wanted it to be special for you,” he murmured back, his cheeks darkening as he scratched the back of his neck sheepishly.

“You remember that I’ve never-?”

“Of course I do,”

The girl nodded, her hands still wounds tight in the soft fabric of her clothing, her gaze dropping to the floor.

“Come here,”

She didn’t need telling twice, immediately letting herself be drawn into his arms like it was the most natural thing ever, her ear pressed against his chest.

His heart was fluttering, thumping a little faster than usual behind her ear, like an ever-present lullaby.

“I love you,” he mumbled.

“I know,” Y/n whispered back, her voice tiny, “I love you too,”

“D’you wanna lie down for a bit?” Lando spoke after a few seconds, “we don’t have to talk,”

“Okay,”

He held her against his chest like she was something sacred, the pair of them still fully clothed, her hands warm against her.

She never really made a sound, she was too shy for that. Besides, what if he thought she was weird for it? Or she sounded funny?

His fingers traced slow, absentminded circles across her back, sliding under her cardigan, not enough to startle her, just so she knew he was there.

And then, he spoke, barely louder than the flicker of the candles. “You okay?”

“Yeah,”

She was so quiet, he almost didn’t catch it.

His fingers came to her chin, not forcing her up, but enough to give her the chance to look, to give her the option to look into his eyes,

“Hey,” he mumbled, “y’don’t have to be scared of me, y’know?”

“Im not scared of you,” she paused, “I’m just…nervous,”

“I get that,” his knuckles brushed against her cheek, slowly gliding over the heat that was building up in her face.

“I want to,” she said after a while, her hand finding his, “I’m just…not sure how to,”

Lando laughed, not mocking or demeaning, but soft. Gentle.

“I’ll show you,”

And then, the girl’s lips found his jaw, featherlight and tentative, a sudden rush of courage.

Lando’s head turned towards her, the tip of his nose just about brushing hers, “Can I kiss you?”

This time, her eyes did meet his.

She nodded.

Their lips met in harmony, moving softly together, like they’d been moulded for the other, not aggressive, but calm.

Her fingers came to the hem of her cardigan, trembling and unsure, like she was trying to figure out what to do and if it was was right or not.

“Let me,” he tugged the material from her fingers.

Slowly, he peeled the clothing from her body, not rushing, but slowly like a ritual rather than a race,

Piece by piece, he undressed her, his eyes following every new area of soft skin he’d exposed, his breath hitching as her chest came into view.

Instinctively, the girl crossed her arms over her chest.

“You don’t need to hide from me,” he mumbled, his hands resting on his wrists, not pulling or forcing, but waiting, until she finally dropped her arms.

And when she did, Lando stared in awe.

“God you’re…” his breath caught in his throat, “you’re beautiful,” he whispered.

Y/n blushed, her gaze falling to look at her own body, fully naked under his fully clothed body, the air rolling over the supple flesh of her chest.

And then he stood, removing his own shirt.

Y/n looked up, daring to look at him as the tealights sent their rays across his body, golden splays highlighting every taut muscle.

He undressed slowly, not to tease her, but softly, rather than a hurried mess.

And when Lando climbed back into the bed, he didn’t go straight to her, he waited, waited for her to come to him rather than him to impose on her.

She reached for him first, her hands coming to his biceps as she pulled herself forwards.

The softness of the sheets contrasted the thudding in her chest as he kissed her again, his mouth warm and assuring, holding her close yet not too close.

He hovered over her, his arm on the side of her head to keep himself propped up, never putting his full weight on her.

“Will it hurt?”

Lando moved back so he could fully take in her face, every gorgeous feature, the nervousness in those sweet, enticing eyes…

“Only a bit,” he spoke, he didn’t want to lie to her, she deserved to know, “but just at the start, then it’ll feel amazing,”

“Promise?” Y/n’s eyes widened, her hand quivering as she raised her hand, her pinkie shaking as she extended it.

“Promise,” Lando took her little finger into his, wrapping it tightly with his small finger, and pressing a soft, chaste kiss to it, a contrast to the actions to follow.

Her heart was throbbing under her ribs, quickening by the second.

It was real. This was real. She was really doing it.

“You sure you wanna do this?” Lando spoke again, his voice snapping her from the shock going through her mind.

They’d been together long enough for him to be able to tell when she had something on her mind.

Y/n nodded.

“Words, my love,”

“I’m sure,”

“My sweet girl,” he leaned forwards, his forehead pressing against hers as her cheeks flushed, filling with colour,

She could feel a warm ache bloom in the pit of her stomach, her thighs instinctively pressing together, heat forming in her core.

“Just tell me if you need me to stop,” he mumbled against her lips, “gonna need you to speak to me for this one, okay, pretty?” he said as she breathed our shakily, nodding.

“What did I say?” he raised a brow, a playful smile coming to his face as she giggled, cheeks red.

Words.

“I’ll tell you,” she mumbled, “I promise,”

His fingers slid down her waist, her skin warm beneath his tongue as he found his slick, her warm heat inching his fingers in, enveloping his fingers as she gasped, her mouth falling open.

“So tight…fuck…can I move? How does it feel?”

“I-It…It feels…”

Amazing. Heavenly.

His finger inched further into her, stretching against her silken folds as her back arched into him, her cheeks flushing.

“Want the real thing?” he mumbled, trailing warm, wet kisses along her collarbone, still balancing himself over her, his fingers pumping into her entrance as she nodded, feverently.

“Baby…sweet girl, I’m not gonna say again…” he trailed off.

Words. Right.

“I-I do…I want the real thing, please,”

Her legs moved apart instinctively, her core glistening as she moved him towards her entrance, lining his tip up with her folds.

He was thick in her hand, his tip pulsing a deep shade of maroon-ish red, twitching as she held him against her.

Her grip was shy but firm still, holding him to her as he slowly pushed his hips forwards.

His cock pushed into her, inching through her folds as her head fell back onto the pillow, lips parted.

The sensation of her softness around him was almost enough for him to come undone right then and there, her gaze falling to look down at herself, half our of shyness.

“Look at me,” he spoke, his voice hoarse as he settled into her, twitching in her lower tummy, “look at me, pretty girl,”

“J-Just a second,” she muttered, her voice cracking as she laid beneath him, her cheeks flushed red, “it didn’t feel this big before-,”

“It’s okay, hey,” Lando shushed her, his knuckles brushing against her cheek, “it’s okay…take your time, I’ll wait, I’m here,”

The pain eased away as the seconds ticked, his cock bulging in her stomach, her breath shaky.

“Now?”

“Please,”

The girl gasped as he started moving, his cock sliding out of her, almost leaving, just the tip hanging in her stomach, before he pushed back in.

She ground her hips against his, desperate for more friction as she moaned, her eyes on her hands, gripping the sheets.

“Baby, look at me,” he groaned, pressing a warm, open-mouthed kiss to her jaw, “look at me, I need to see you when I fuck you, c’mon,” he turned her head to look at him.

Her eyes were glazed over, mouth opened in a silent gasp as his hips snapped to hers, the shyness melting into need. Desperation.

“Tell me what you need,” Lando rasped, his voice harsh against her skin as he leaned down to press a warm kiss to her neck, “tell me what you want to feel good,”

“You…faster,” her sentences came out choppy and mixed together, barely making sense, “please,”

“Feel it,” he takes her hand in his, his thumb stroking her palm softly, “feel how deep I am in you,”

Y/n cried out, her head falling back as he quickened further, her pussy sucking down hard onto his cock, bouncing in and out of her.

The ever-present bump rose and fell with each snap of his hips, his softness melting into pure lust.

His skin burned as her nails claws red hot lines into his back, his movements becoming sloppier.

One thrust, two thrusts-

And then he pulled out, his cock sliding out of her as she shrieked in protest, her pussy clenching round nothing.

His dick fell heavy on her stomach, white hot seed painting her burning skin as the pair panted, Y/n’s own orgasm rattling through her body.

Lando collapsed onto the bed, making sure he fell beside her and not on her.

For a moment, the pair just laid there, their chests rising and falling as he gently took her into his arms, careful to move her into his arms.

And then he heard it. The soft, sweet sniffles.

“Oh baby,” he whispered, his voice gentle as he held her, his grip not too hard, slowly cradling the girl in his arms, “shhh…it’s okay,”

“I’ve got you…shh, don’t cry, my pretty,” he mumbled, one hand stroking her hair softly as the other cupped her cheek, his thumb wiping her tears

He said nothing as he held her, her chest stuttering as she cried.

It took a moment for her to stop, her sobs turning into hiccups as she coughed the last of her tears away, her cheek squished against the heat of his warm chest.

Her abdomen was still sticky with his seed as Lando took a towel from the side, wiping her down before fully taking her into his arms.

“It’s okay now,” he mumbled, shushing her gently, “I’ve got you,”

“You’re with me now, my love,”

THE END

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