moneytrixxx

[moneytrixxx]

teammate!lando x reader where they had a bet and she loses…so he makes her crawl to her, hump the pillow, rub her bare clit against his clothed crotch ALL WHILE HE RECORDS HER (with consent ofc)

Lights, Camera, Action! | LN⁴

🔹️ summary ──── It was supposed to be a joke, then it became everything.

🔹️ pairing ──── Lando Norris x fem teammate!reader

🔹️ rating ──── explicit

🔹️ warnings ──── 18+, mature/sexual content, descriptive language, smut, nerdy!Lando, soft!dom Lando, recording (consensual), cushion humping, manhandling, orgasm from external stimulation, swearing, unprotected sex, mutual masturbation, overstimulation, playful teasing, camera kink??

🔹️ word count ──── 6.3k

🔹️ date ──── May 6, 2025

🔹️ a/n ──── How tf do I set my intention to go for PURE SMUT NO PLOT, yet still manage to write over 6k 😀 I don’t even know what’s this, nothing makes sense and we are living on a floating rock.

Hear me out, I usually only link the song, but then I remembered about this music video and I almost had an aneurysm because of how well it fits. I recommend watching it after reading though. Anyway, ENJOY!!

THE LAST RACE before the break fucked them both. Pretty hard. What was supposed to end with another 1-2 finish for the team turned into a disaster of strategy, pace, and pure bad luck.

Since getting back to Monaco, the fallout hasn’t left them alone. It’s pretty hard when everyone is talking about it; it can get lonely, too. Luckily for them, they’ve been texting back and forth for days, laced with sarcasm, blame, and just enough flirtation to keep the tension at its peak. However, neither of them said what they really wanted to say. But it was always there, between the lines as usual, and in the way her name popped up on his screen, making his stomach flip.

Every single time.

The bar is loud enough to blur that tension and even Lando, with his no-alcohol rule, is loose and laughing. They dance and talk about anything but racing, and for a while it feels like neither of them are carrying the weight of disappointment.

Friends come and go through their circle, a few fans spot them and ask for pictures — which they take, grinning too wide and standing too close for their own good. Somewhere between the fourth round of mocktails, a familiar song starts pulsing through the speakers, and that’s when she brings up the bet, half-laughing, stepping in front of him like she did back in the garage when she dared him.

“If I finish behind you, I owe you a private dance,” she said, confidence dripping from every word. She’d qualified ahead of Lando, and was so confident she can finish ahead of him, too. But since every race is unpredictable and full of unknowns, she ended up taking the checkered flag after him.

It was a joke, anyway. But she can’t say with all her heart that she hasn’t thought about it at least a few couple of times. Besides, it’s Lando who’s been constantly reminding her throughout the past few days and, even if it was in jest, the curiosity made her spend hours staring at the ceiling of her room, imagining different scenarios.

Now, it’s late when the door to his apartment clicks shut behind them with a clean, satisfying noise. Lando tosses his keys into the ceramic bowl on the console with more force than necessary, and while the keys clatter, one nearly skids off the edge, forcing him to reach for it instinctively. She doesn’t say anything, although she can’t help but finding amusing that the inanimate objects always decide to act up only when her teammate’s patience seems so fragile.

The sudden movement makes Lando whine in exasperation as she watches him kick off his shoes and drag a hand through his curls.

The place is quiet, as if reflecting their inner agitation, silently burning within. He’s not bothering turning on more than a lamp, but it’s enough to bathe the whole living room in a pale silver glow, making everything seem even more intimate than it should be.

As they step further into the apartment, the same silence hits them both, because it’s not just the sudden absence of noise, but the weight of it. They’ve never been this quiet around each other before. Usually, they’re the chaos in the garage, either laughing too loud or teasing mid-debriefs, always bringing the kind of energy that makes their engineers roll their eyes but secretly love it. Now though, it’s the first time neither of them knows what to say. Or how to act.

“Cute place,” she says, partly to break the silence, but mostly because it really is. Spacious, stylish, not super tidy, but very Lando in that sense.

“You know you don’t have to make small talk, right?” he laughs. “It was a stupid bet to begin with, since I was always going to finish ahead of you anyway.”

Her jaw drops slightly at the cockiness in his tone. This is the Lando she knows and, in other circumstances, she would find his confidence hot, but right now it only makes her want to knock that look off his face. Or sit on it just to shut him up. Either works.

“Always eager to finish first? Got it,” the playful jab lands right where she intended without too much effort; it’s a split-second flicker in his expression, the twitch of his jaw, and the way his arms tense.

That’s the spot, she thinks. That’s where it bruises his ego, not because it’s crude, but because it’s enough to sting. Which only makes her want to push harder.

Lando’s grin flattens a bit. “Well, someone’s gotta lead the way,” he replies casually, even though he caught her double meaning phrase.

“Right. Leading the way because you can’t pace yourself,” she fires back.

He chuckles. “Sounds like an excuse from someone who couldn’t keep up.”

They’re toe-to-toe now, all bite and smirk and so much tension. She’s half a second from throwing a cushion at him just to knock that pretty smile off when she glances past his shoulder and, without another word, she steps forward, fingers brushing lightly against Lando’s arm as she urges him to move out of her way, wandering farther into his apartment like she owns the place.

“Interesting,” she mumbles. “I saw you with the camera before,” the girl continues as Lando turns to follow her silhouette. “How about you film me while I dance? Give you some new material for land0.mov?”

Lando’s expression twitches barely, but she’s still able to notice it. That small flash of disbelief, quickly masked by a half-laugh, like he’s not sure if she’s joking or just testing him.

“No way, mate,” says Lando, but it’s already too late.

She nods slowly, letting the weight of her intention settle in the air they share. His boyish smirk fades into curiosity in an instant. It’s like watching him put a helmet on: composed, dialed in, serious in a way most people rarely get to see.

To give him more space to process, she veers toward the low shelf by his TV, crouching slightly. “Let’s see. Which one’s your favorite?” she asks nonchalantly, running her fingers along the row of cameras lined up like little trophies; old film bodies, modern DSLRs, and a few point-and-shoots with scratched lenses.

Lando stares at her like she suddenly grew two more heads in the meantime. “You play too much, you know that?”

“Yeah,” she shrugs, glancing at him over her shoulder. “Which one?” she repeats.

He blinks, opening his mouth to speak, but nothing comes out at first. After he rubs the bridge of his nose, Lando exhales slowly. “The, uh… the Leica. Second from the left. Black one,” he instructs. “I rarely use it, which makes it special, I guess.”

She lifts it delicately, turning it over in her hands. It’s heavier than she expected, sleek and cool against her skin. “Nice,” she grins. “Bet it makes everything look expensive.”

Lando hums in agreement, “Only shoots what’s directly in front of it. Look,” he says, getting so close to her that he’s now towering over her frame, while pointing at the camera. “Fixed lens, see? No lazy zooming, but the resolution is insane. The tricky part is that you have to move it yourself to get the shot you want,” he continues.

She looks up at him, noticing a slight shy grin tugging at the corner of his mouth. And, just when she thought Lando couldn’t get any nerdier, she hears his voice again.

“It’s a twenty-eight millimeter lens. That’s not crazy wide,” he informs her. “If you stay in the middle, the background’s gonna fall off all soft and blurry. Makes it feel…” he trails off, clearing his throat. “Personal. It’s not even about perfect framing or whatever,” he rushes to add. “It just catches whatever’s there, no hiding.”

“Did you use it before?” she asks, curiosity pulling the words out of her mouth without having the time to think them through.

“I did,” he replies with a grin, giving her enough time to come up with her own scenarios before adding, “On my cars.”

She smiles, her eyes sparkling in the dim light of the room. “So. If I move, you have to follow, hm?”

Lando nods.

She sets the camera down gently, then leans against the wall beside the shelf with her arms crossed. She’s aware that what she’s suggesting it’s pure insanity, especially after what’s been happening between them lately.

“Okay,” she finally says, holding her hand toward him, palm open. “Can I see your phone for a sec?”

Lando frowns, trying to hide a curious smile. “Why?” he asks, sliding the phone from his pocket and unlocks it, handing it over with suspicion in his voice.

She only flashes him a smile back, thumbing through his apps until she finds the little Spotify icon. A few seconds later, the speakers come alive with a sultry bassline that wraps the room in a charged ambiance.

The teasing in her voice is easy to catch next time she asks, “You seriously have a sex playlist called sex playlist? Men are so predictable.”

He chuckles, “Yeah? What’s yours called?”

“I’ll send you the link,” she winks at him jokingly, but that still has an unexpected effect on Lando. Maybe because he’s starting to understand that his teammate is hardly ever joking, actually.

For a second that feels like a week, he doesn’t move. Doesn’t speak. Just watches her, every muscle in his body taut like he’s holding himself back from something that’s about to come out anyway. It has to. Because everything has a limit, and theirs was crossed from the moment she entered his apartment.

With a quiet exhale, she presses herself lightly against the wall, then pushes off and crosses the living room in steady, cat-like steps, taking his hand in hers, fingers threading through his. Her touch is warm and somehow reassuring, her palm so small and silky against his. She guides Lando toward the couch with intent as if this isn’t his own home, nudging him gently until he sits.

She breaks away then, walks back across the room, and returns with the Leica in hand. “Turn it on,” she says simply, with enough clarity behind her words.

Lando stares at her, dumbfounded for a beat, before the corner of his mouth twitches upward in disbelief. “You’re insane.”

“I trust you to capture the best in me,” she admits.

He lets out a heavy breath, something between a laugh and a groan, and flips the switch at her insistence. The familiar click of the camera waking up is giving Lando chills, but when he glances up again, his hands still adjusting the ISO, she’s already pulling the shirt over her head, revealing a black bra and her toned shoulders dusted in the dim light.

She tilts her head. “Just make sure I look good, Lando.”

With that, she starts moving as slow as possible, every inch of revealed skin feeling like it’s offered, not given.

Lando’s hands are steady on the camera, but for some reason, breathing doesn’t feel automatic anymore, and he’s currently aware of every shaky breath he takes. His fingers work on instinct, dialing the aperture wider, letting in the glow of the cool lighting. His pulse is racing, heavy in his throat, because he can see everything through the lens, but is still not ready to look at her in the flesh.

For her, it’s easy to notice how focused he is, so she glances straight into the camera on purpose, with a spark of mischief in her gaze, like she knows exactly what she’s doing. To him. As a result, Lando’s knee starts bouncing, restless, his breathing too shallow to be subtle. He can’t remember the last time he felt so tightly wound, but it doesn’t even matter because what happens now will stay with him for a long time, and this is all he needs to remember from now on.

And then, it gets worse.

He stares at her while she’s arching slightly as she undoes her bra clasp, letting it slide off her shoulders and onto the floor without breaking eye contact with the camera. At that, Lando looks away out of instinct — out of that last shred of decency clawing at him. But the camera stays trained on her, and when he lifts his gaze again, it’s like a dam breaks inside him. Violently. The hunger that flashes across his face is instant, and impossible to hide. He doesn’t even try, because what fool could ever take his eyes off her?

Lando adjusts himself without thinking, moving in sync with her teasing gestures as she peels her panties down her legs from under her skirt. He tells himself to stay focused and capture the sensuality of her body with the last fragment of professionalism that he possesses. But that’s a losing game when his own body is burning with need, and every subtle curve and line of her turns into a map that he’s desperate to explore as soon as possible.

His focus lingers on the swell of her breasts, her nipples tightening in the open air. It forces him to swallow hard, a deep ache growing both inside him and his pants, knowing how badly he wants to lean forward and suck them into his mouth, to feel the heat of her skin against his tongue.

The camera dips lower as she dances to the hypnotic rhythm of his music, and Lando keeps working with her, baring the elegant slope of her waist and the strong lines of her thighs. The way she stands there, so natural and confident, feels like a direct hit to his chest that he welcomes without hesitation or any intention of dodging. She’s pure femininity, and that throws him into a black hole made only of her, where the gravity is so strong that there’s no escape.

He’s so focused on her that he almost stops breathing in order to make sure he gets the perfect shot, every shot. That makes Lando’s hand tighten around the camera, his knuckles whitening from the pressure. But his body has a mind on its own, apparently, and his thighs flex like he’s one wrong move away from standing. From closing the distance between them. Against his will, though, he sits there, shivering with the effort to stay still.

“Come on, Norris,” she says, and her voice wakes him up from the trance her shapes put him in. “I’ve seen you take tighter corners at Spa with less hesitation.”

Even though he tries to, he can’t stop the throaty laugh that comes out of him. Only for a moment, Lando lowers the camera again, and lets himself, finally, finally, see her. And this time, he doesn’t look away. He watches her shamelessly, while reaching behind him to take a cushion that he ends up tossing onto the floor near his feet, nodding toward it.

“Go on, then. Show me how desperate you are.”

There is something about the way he says it that sends a thrill straight through her. She heard that Lando is direct when it comes to his wants and needs, but to feel it on her skin hits different. Her pulse suddenly stutters with excitement as she lowers herself in front of him, straddling the cushion, her body already anticipating the liberating feeling.

The moment her hips roll forward and her mouth falls open in surprise at the faint pleasure, Lando is right there, capturing every gasp, every twitch, and every sweet reaction like it’s the only thing that matters. His mind runs wild with all the places he aches to touch — his hand curled around her throat, palms squeezing her breasts, fingers digging into her hips to hold her still while he teases her until she begs.

The temptation claws at him, full throttle. But he forces himself to handle the camera like a pro, because more than anything, he wants her to see what he sees: how devastatingly beautiful she is like this, undone and bold. Through his own lens, she’s a vision, and giving her that full picture keeps him going.

From her perspective, noticing Lando’s determination sends a fresh wave of heat throughout her body, making her rock her hips a little harder, and that puts a tension in his shoulders. A type of need he didn’t feel before.

To stop herself from making more embarrassing sounds, she meets his gaze over the camera, mouth slightly open. “Is this good?” she asks, voice breathy and half-mocking, although there’s something real underneath. A dare. A plea.

Lando looks at her again, revealing a flushed face and his blown wide pupils. “Yeah, don’t stop,” he replies hoarsely.

Her thighs squeeze around the cushion from the moment she hears the first note in voice, the soft fabric teasing against her clit with every slow roll of her hips, pulling breathy sounds from her. Behind the camera, Lando tails closely as she grinds back and forth, his jaw clenching at the small sounds slipping past her lips.

“Shit, that’s hot. Are you always this needy?” he asks out of pure curiosity, but the question is mostly rhetorical; of course she is. Judging by the way her chest heaves and how she leans forward slightly to catch as much friction as possible, the answer is obvious.

She wants to push back against the power shift, but she’s too lost in the rhythmic movement of her body. And it’s not as if Lando’s wrong. Every gentle brush gets increasingly out of control, each desperate grind into the cushion sending small waves of pleasure straight to her nerves, making her fingers curl into the couch for balance. For the control she’s rapidly losing.

Her eyes flutter closed for a moment, mouth constantly parting as the pleasure spirals inside her like a coil wound too tight.

Lando’s fingers flex over the shutter release, but he’s barely present anymore. He’s completely absorbed by what is happening on the other side of his lens, and it’s her moan that pulls him out of it, just as the pressure builds. So he reaches out, his hand entering the frame like an unexpected guest. With ease, his fingers grab the edge of the cushion beneath her, and she pauses, blinking up at him, flushed and dazed, breathing heavily like she just stepped out of the car after a last-lap push. With one strong pull, he slides it out from under her, making her gasp in surprise, her body jolting at the sudden loss.

“Lando,” she exhales irritated.

She gets her hands onto his knees to steady herself, thighs still wobbly, but he’s not looking at her anymore. He’s too busy staring at the soaked fabric instead, darkened with heat and want and everything she didn’t say out loud.

“That good?” he asks, but the arrogance in his voice diminished, giving way to his sincere curiosity.

She shakes her head, looking up at him again. “Not faking it, if that’s what you’re thinking.”

The fact that she is as sincere in her statement, encourages Lando to take things to the next level, just to see how much he can push before it’s too much. He throws the cushion aside with a thud, his eyes lit up with need.

“Come here,” he orders in a gentle tone, patting his lap.

She’s stunned at his words initially, and the way they leave no room for teasing. But then she catches the way his tongue drags slowly across his bottom lip, leaving it wet and shining, and something inside her pushes her to get up. She realizes that there’s nothing she wouldn’t do if he asked.

With calculated steps, she climbs him patiently, her thighs spreading over him. They’ve been in each other’s personal space in the past, when they had to do silly challenges for McLaren to entertain the fans. Still, even though there’s a camera between them just like before, the air feels different, charged with desire, unknown, and heavy lust. Because this time, it’s just them.

When her body sinks onto his, the scabrous fabric of his jeans meets the soaked warmth between her legs, the weight making Lando groan silently, his little sound hitting her low in her stomach. His reaction encourages her to continue, shifting on top of him in order to find the best position, enough to grind against his bulge. It’s thick and hard beneath her, and the simple contact is already maddening. Yet not nearly enough, and the realization that he’s just as affected by this makes the coil in her stomach tighten further.

“Keep going,” he speaks again as he lifts her skirt up to her waist, going back to the camera and angling it to capture the way she moves against him, right where her skin meets the fabric of his pants.

Her palm comes around his bicep for suport, letting the instincts guide her further. The pressure she chased a moment ago is still there, but it’s different this time around. More intense.

Lando grunts, his free hand gripping her hip to show her the pattern to follow. She whimpers while that sweet ache comes back, her body trembling with need. In no time, she can move on her own, and because she’s such a fast learner, Lando points the camera closer, eager to capture the wetness soaking through.

“Fuckin’ hell,” he says. “You’re making such a mess,” he exhales, bringing his hand between her legs to feel it before he could even process his own action. His thumb finds her clit, rubbing it gently, keeping his eyes on her face the whole time, craving to catch every reaction.

She moans, one hand squeezing his arm harder as her body rocks forward, chasing the release that she hopes it’s not that far into the future, especially if his hips continue to twitch beneath her the way they do, so impatient and reliant on her.

Unfortunately, the time almost stops the moment their faces get close enough to kiss. She can feel the heat of his breath and the pull between them, and she’s sure he can feel it too. Her eyes flick to his mouth, and Lando’s eyes stay on her, but no one dares to close the small gap. Because somehow, that would be more intimate than all of this. Kissing would mean acknowledging what’s been burning between them for a while now. It would mean admitting this is real, and admitting will complicate everything in both their personal and professional lives.

And neither of them are ready to take that chance yet.

With that in mind, she doesn’t lean in. She just closes her eyes and grinds harder, her hips rolling against his hand and the hard line of his cock beneath her. The sensation amplifies fast, and Lando never stops working her with his thumb. Soon enough, her breath comes out in spasms and her thighs start to shake. Her pace intensifies, chasing the high that’s been teasing at the edges of her patience, feeling the mess she’s made slick against Lando’s pants with every desperate press on it. Still, his hand stays steady, rubbing perfectly against her clit, matching the rhythm of her hips like he knows exactly all the ways she wants — and craves — to be touched.

With Lando’s help, it doesn’t take long until her body finally seizes, hips jerking forward uncontrollably as pleasure crashes over her. He moves with her, a silent apology for stopping her earlier written into every precise touch, making sure this time she falls apart completely. Because of him.

Luckily, the camera captures everything: his hand on her, the wet spot she’s left on his pants, the way her skin flushes and seems to crave more with each passing second, and the way her thighs shake when the aftershocks hit. It catches the way she starts trembling, too, body overwhelmed, aching for something deeper, something only he can give her right now.

Only he gives her time to ride it out instead, feeling all the ways her walls flutter, hungry and empty, and the sound that tears from his throat is nothing but a helpless moan. The sensation alone, even without him inside her, is enough to make his head spin. It wrecks him completely, makes him ache with the violent need to know how it would feel to be buried deep inside her, to have her tight, needy pussy squeezing around him while she comes undone all over again. Because of him.

The girl barely registers the camera being placed in her hands until Lando nudges her chin. “Here. See for yourself.”

Except, she doesn’t want it. Not yet. By her own choice, she takes it gently from his hand, presses RECORD again and turns it around, placing it on the padded arm of the couch. Facing them. Remembering Lando’s voice earlier, casual and offhand when he said that the camera only captures what’s in front of it.

Her fingers move impatiently, drifting to the hem of his shirt, bunching it in her hands. “Since you let me finish first,” she rushes to explain.

With that, she pulls the shirt up, and he lifts his arms to help her, muscles tightening under skin slick with the faintest sheen of sweat. Once it’s off, she tosses it to the side, her eyes drinking him in. Lando is warm under her palms, his chest rising and falling with each heavy breath, and she senses the same tension in him that’s barely holding him together.

She studies his face while her hand drifts lower, trailing down the center of his stomach, pausing at the waistband of his jeans. Carefully, she slips her hand inside, where she finds him hot and so painfully hard that it makes her mouth water. Without any instructions, her fingers curl around his soft skin, and the sight alone makes his stomach flip. She starts to stroke him teasing, but before she can go quicker, Lando grabs her wrist, groaning low in his throat.

“Just a sec,” he pants, voice cracking slightly. His hands are already moving, guiding her hips back over his lap with a need that borders on desperation.

This time, there’s no fabric between them, and her soaked heat presses directly against his length, making them both shuddering at the contact; skin on skin and no more barriers, just the unfiltered reality of what they both want. His hands find home on her hips, big and heavy, his control hanging by a thread.

Agonizingly slow, her clit slides along his hardness, slick and warm, sending sharp jolts of pleasure from one body to another. He can barely contain himself at the way she finds it so easy to rock against him, faster when she feels how thirsty Lando gets in a matter of seconds. He’s leaking already, the head of his cock glistening, smearing against her folds as she moves.

Completely flushed and utterly drunk with pleasure, he shifts beneath her, his arms wrapping tight around her waist, pulling her closer, even though there’s no physical space left between them. But it’s useless. No matter how close they are, there is only one way that would truly satisfy his urge.

“Please,” he whispers next to the shell of her ear, desperate and breathless. “Can I slide in?”

She’s a lost cause by now, and her reply is reduced to a broken hum, while she sits up just enough to guide the thick head of his cock to her entrance. Lando’s patience snaps at her quick response, and he thrusts his hips up in one motion, his hands holding her hips and pulling her down onto him at the same time. The stretch is overwhelming and takes her by surprise, knocking the wind out of her and making her vision blur at the edges as she tries to take all of him.

They moan together, helpless, her hands landing on his chest as she laughs shakily. “You trying to break me in half or?”

“Didn’t think you’d be so tight,” he groans in a strained voice.

Lando tries his best to take it slow, but the way she welcomes him, so warm and perfect, nearly undoes him the moment he’s all in. A shudder runs down his spine as he grips her hips with more force, thinking maybe if he doesn’t hold her right, the world will actually end.

And it may, based on how her hands are sliding up, clawing at his shoulders with her nails digging in to anchor herself. Her breath shudders out in short bursts as she does, her body struggling to adjust, to take everything he has to offer. All of him.

To test the waters, she starts circling her hips, hoping she’ll find the angle that makes her breath hitch, and when she does, it’s like lightning strikes between them. He’s impossibly deep, touching places inside her she didn’t even know could feel this good. Her pussy hugs him so tightly that Lando has to grit his teeth to shut himself up. Then she tilts her hips forward just slightly with every grind, rocking her clit perfectly against his pelvis while he’s buried inside her.

The effect she was looking for is instant, and she hears Lando choking on another moan, finally, “Fuck, yeah. Right there,” his fingers dig into her skin, hunger battling in his wide eyes. “Do that again, it feels so fucking good.”

“Shit, Lando,” she breaths out. “So deep, I can feel you everywhere.”

She pulls him in again and again, until he is practically whining beneath her. Seeing Lando so lost inside her makes her losing the rhythm, her breathing turning ragged, thighs ready to give up as exhaustion and pleasure blur into one. It’s messy and greedy on both sides, and when she finally collapses against his chest, she sobs out a cry, her voice cracking with it.

“Need you,” she exhales. “I can’t hold it anymore.”

Lando doesn’t waste a breath. One sharp, hungry movement and he’s planting his feet against the floor for leverage, thrusting up into her with everything he’s got. She gasps at the same time he groans deep in his chest, the sound vibrating between them as he finally takes her the way they’ve both needed.

Her mouth goes dry.

His jaw tightens.

Their breath grows heavier, shared in the tight, sweaty space. Her body tenses, then squeezes around him with such perfect pressure it leaves him breathless. A high-pitched moan spills from her, unexpected and honest, and she slaps a hand over her mouth, biting at it in order to shut herself up.

Gently, Lando catches her wrist, holding it firm. “If you’re gonna bite something,” he tilts his head, offering his shoulder, “Be a good girl and bite me instead.”

Her breathing is too fast and her mind runs at the speed of an F1 car. She can’t think straight and, for a moment, she just stays there, her forehead brushing the curve of his shoulder as she tries to catch herself from falling in too deep. Then slowly, like she’s giving in to something bigger than her, she places a kiss on his skin. Her lips press gently on it, trailing along the line of his neck to the dip of his collarbone. It’s the closest thing she’ll ever give him. The closest thing to letting herself feel for him.

He’s still warm, salty with sweat, and soft under her lips. And he smells so good, like skin and heat and something clean that clings to her nose and settles in her chest like smoke.

It drugs her.

The way his scent mixes with the feel of his breath against her temple, the way his pulse flutters beneath her lips — she has to stop. It’s too much, too close, too real.

“Think we should bet every race weekend, what do you say?” asks Lando, his pace quickening, hands guiding her up and down his cock like it’s the only thing that keeps him sane. “Would die to have you like this all the time, hm?”

“Mhm,” she grinds down until his name is all she can say. “Fuck. I’m so close.”

“Yeah, baby. I feel you.”

Her voice breaks off into a moan right when she’s about to speak again, to tell him not to go there and call her that. But Lando rolls his hips, pushing deeper, filling her inch by inch until there’s no space left, which shuts her up in an instant. They fuck in a rhythm that shouldn’t work, all sweat-slicked skin and shaky breaths. The air fills up with obscene sounds of them, their bodies colliding with enough force to make her whimper and moan his name all over again, each time he thrusts.

To help himself, he spreads her wider, holding her open for him, watching the way he disappears inside her, utterly wrecked by the sight. “Taking me so fucking well,” he says between thrusts, dragging his mouth over her jaw. “Look.”

She whines while looking down at where they’re joined. Lando moves his gaze on her expression with a grin on his face, so proud when he feels every spasm in her body; it’s a total mess. Her slick is all over him, coating his cock, his thighs, soaking through the waistband of his jeans that are still shoved only halfway down his hips. Each time they meet, there’s a wet sound echoing between them, sticky and warm, ricocheting against the walls in Lando’s living room like a drumbeat pulling them closer to the edge.

“You like how wrecked you’ve got me?”

She nods frantically, squeezing him so tight it makes Lando see stars. At that, he reaches up, brushing the strands of hair from her face, tucking them behind her ears with his long fingers. His hand stays there a moment, continuing to slide lower, fingertips skimming her jaw, then wrapping gently around her throat, enough to feel her pulse. To hold her in place.

In a matter of seconds, their eyes lock again. Her chest heaves and her eyes shine, but not just from pleasure. It’s because she wants to tell him that this isn’t what she expected. It’s much, much more, and it will leave a deep mark, no matter which path they’ll choose to take tomorrow morning.

His hands move hungrily, down from her neck to her chest, cupping her breasts, thumbs brushing over her nipples. He holds them carefully, wanting to memorize the shape, the weight, and the way they fill his palms, to make sure he won’t forget a single detail about her body.

“Lan,” she warns.

Lando hums, “Mhm. Right there with you, beautiful,” he assures her.

Her breathing is jagged, the rhythm of their hips desperate, chasing the edge that’s been teasing them since the moment she sank down onto him. Every motion drives him deeper, sends wave after wave crashing through her, because she’s right there for quite a while now.

“Hi there,” Lando’s voice brings her back. His hand comes up to cradle the back of her head, gently pulling her to see her face. “Look at me, I want to see you. Let me see you.”

Her body tenses, and just for a split second the frantic rhythm stutters, then finds its pace again as the orgasm rips through her with a blinding force. She keeps her eyes on his the whole time, riding it out with her hands burried in the curls at the back of his head. His hips jerk beneath her as he throbs inside her, overwhelmed by the way she fights to keep him in. It drives him crazy, and he moans loudly, trying to pull out, but her thighs close tighter around him.

“Inside,” she rushes to say, unable to form sentences longer than one word.

Lando’s jaw clenches so hard he feels like his teeth might snap from the force, every muscle in his body pulled tight and shivering. He holds on by a thread for half a second longer, but then her body flutters around him again, and with a loud, guttural gasp, he lets go, spilling inside her in thick pulses that only make her hold him tighter. His hands shake where they clutch at her hips, trying to pull her down even harder, like he can’t bear even a sliver of distance between them right in this moment.

None of them knows how much time passes like that, but neither of them moves again. She’s stays slumped against his chest, her face buried in the crook of his neck, while his arms stay locked around her waist, as if letting go might break whatever just happened between them.

Lando presses his cheek on the top of her head, his heart hammering so hard he’s sure she can feel it. But it’s fine, because he can feel hers, too.

His hands drift up and down her back in aimless strokes and, while she starts to come back to herself, she notices the music still playing softly around them, the same sultry beat from earlier floating through the air.

Her brows pinch together in confusion before realization hits. “How the fuck did you time your playlist so perfectly?”

Lando lets out a breathless laugh, “Talent.”

She snorts, dropping her head back onto his shoulder with a groan. “Goodness gracious, it is so hard tolerate you.”

“Liar,” he says, “You wanna kiss me so bad.”

She scoffs, rolling her eyes, but the way her cheeks heat up gives her away immediately. Lando laughs under his breath again, cocky and so annoyingly right. She opens her mouth to fire back, to tell him that no, she definitely doesn’t want to kiss his smug ass, but then her eyes catch the little red light blinking from across the couch.

The camera. Still recording.

She nudges him softly, grinning against the flush in her cheeks, and points at it. “Smile and wave, Norris,” she whispers, and Lando immediately flashes the most ridiculous smirk at the lens, making her laugh for real this time.

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Spit - LN

@ln4lova prompt request #21 - *Holding hand out* "Spit."

Summary: Smut with a plot

Word count: 1.1k

Y/n has shamelessly labelled Lando the best she's ever had and she has even shared some post-sex selfies, obviously keeping it PG but she never hides the fact they have a great sex life and Lando never hides how he struggles to keep his hands off of her.

They struggle a lot being away from each other. So y/n only misses maybe two races a year and even then they are feral when they reunite.

Safe to say sex is a pillar of their relationship and they both view it as significantly important.

"Spit." Lando commands with his hand held out as y/n sits kneeling on their bed, having just woken up from him returning home after a weekend away. "Hey, don't make me ask twice."

Y/n spits quite a glob onto his fingers making him raise his eyebrow in question of his silent attitude since he knows she's not impressed by his attitude either.

"Lie back." Lando instructs making her shift and drop back knowing that she isn't impressed by his entrance of waking her up and demanding sex from her but she isn't opposed to it.

She feels him spread her own spit across her pussy, sliding his fingers into her moving them in an out of her while y/n groans from the feeling.

"Lando." Y/n hums in pleasure feeling herself growing wet from the feeling of his spit covered fingers thrusting in and out of her giving her some warm up before he dives in. "I missed you."

"I missed you too, baby." Lando smiles as he slowly gets down, pressing his lips to her inner thigh, teeth nipping her skin which leaves her whining press her thighs closer together instinctually only for his free hand to push her thigh away again.

It's not long before Lando's mouth has joined to accompany his fingers, his tongue working her clit that makes moans finally fall from her lips, squirming to move with his actions and get the most pleasure from him.

No surprise she feels the build up towards her climax quickly with the addition of pressure on her clit and the sloppy wetness of his mouth just driving her wild.

She feels the heat of her orgasm shoot through her stomach as she squeezes his head and almost locks him into place between her thighs, not allowing him to move away even if he tried to.

Eventually she's rid out her high and Lando has decided he's waited long enough for his turn. So her legs are pried apart from his head and he's flipping her over as he kneels up on the bed.

"I need to feel you, baby." Lando grunts while y/n presses her chest down, arching her back while Lando pulls off his clothes before climbing back on the bed, hands caressing her cheeks before sliding up to her waist before his hand moves to his dick, directing himself into her and moaning out from the feeling of being inside her.

Lando gets lost in the feeling of his girlfriend, having been forced to go a whole weekend without her pussy is like a form of torture for him which is why he unapologetically woke her up as soon as he got home because he needed to have sex with her. It wasn't just a want but this man is practically addicted to his girlfriend and sex is the best way to get that hit of dopamine that he gains from her.

"Lando." Y/n moans while Lando almost feels like he's in another dimension of pleasure.

"Fuck, you feel amazing." Lando moans, his voice almost wobbling with how good he feels.

The sound of skin on skin and them both moaning from the feel of each other. Each of them are caught up in each other feeling like they could both go on for hours.

Y/n has another orgasm build up in her that she rides out gripping the sheets like a lifeline but Lando doesn't miss a beat, also riding out her high but being nowhere near his own finish.

And so it goes for another 3 orgasms before they start to wear down on her, she is definitely feeling the drain of it. Thankfully Lando notices the struggle to build up to her 6th orgasm and decides to help her along while finally chasing his own that he has maybe fought off through her last couple orgasms just to prolong the sex.

"Lando." Y/n moans as Lando pulls out and pushes her onto her back, folding her legs back and basically just slamming into her not even sure he's bothered about her having another orgasm.

His gaze casts down on her body that is just glistening with the sweat built up but it's just making her sparkle and the expression of tired pleasure finally sends him over the edge. He presses as deep as he can into her and completely fills her like he has one mission and it's to leave a piece of himself in her permanently.

Though with the way he's been at her, she's going to feel like he's still there for days. Not that he'll be leaving it 24 hours before they're having sex again anyway.

"How are you feeling?" Lando asks, still planted deeply inside her but having allowed her legs down to rest either side of his body while she breathes heavily under him.

"Like you just decided to make up for the few days we didn't see each other." Y/n mumbles before yawning. "I don't even care if we stay here exactly in this position, I'm going back to sleep."

"We can absolutely stay like this...but I'm not staying on stop like this." Lando states before he smiles brightly at her and rocks them then rolling her on top. "Comfortable?"

"Feel hot and stick inside and out...but honestly yes. I've sort of missed the feeling." Y/n laughs weakly before hiding her face in his neck and managing to pass out within a matter of seconds. Which is no surprise give the treatment she's just been on the receiving end of.

"Goodnight to you too." Lando mumbles knowing that aftercare is postponed till morning and the full clean up of the whole bed as well as his girlfriend will just have to wait.

[moneytrixxx]

Get My Way - LN

@aerie717 & @ayatotiddies prompt request #11 - "No I want to hear you say it. Say it and I might give you what you want."

Summary: Y/n is used to getting her own way and Lando quite enjoys testing how far she's willing to go for that to happen.

Themes/warnings: Smut 18+, free-use, dom/sub & sugar daddy/sugar baby dynamics, sexual acts for reward

Word count: 1k

Y/n looks at Lando with an angry pout on her expression while Lando smirks in amusement.

"Lando." Y/n whines while Lando's thumb ghost over her clit that is throbbing on the edge but he's neglecting to let her be pushed past that.

In truth, Lando wants something from y/n this time and he's unwilling to give her what she wants until she agrees to giving him what he wants from her.

"No I want to hear you say it. Say it and I might give you what you want." Lando states knowing that y/n is in an internal battle because she hates giving up anything to get what she wants.

He's alright got her tied up and restrained, completely exposed for his access.

"No? Alright, we'll just leave you here." Lando smiles making her choke on her voice with desperation.

"Ok, whenever you want." Y/n whines not really enjoying the idea of surrendering control to Lando. Part of liking to get what she wants includes having the control to get what she wants.

"Good girl." Lando smirks finally pressing against her clit, toying it around for only a few seconds before his hands soaked and her back is arched with the wave of her orgasm finally washing over her.

Y/n is still spasming when Lando's dick pushes into her and a moan passes her lips from the sudden intrusion. Lando shares a moan at the feeling of her muscles contracting around him as he begins thrusting in and out of her while y/n pulls on the restrains around her wrists. Her whole body craving and chasing another high, stretching to accommodate his size and the rapid movements.

Lando's hand comes up to her neck, restricting her breathing slightly though not completely cutting her off.

His thrusts pick up as he feels her stomach start to tense at the build up of another orgasm that she doesn't fight for even a second as it hits her and she moans, her throat vibrating against Lando's hand before he spills into her with a moan of her name.

-

"Are you busy?" Y/n asks making Lando look away from his gaming set up.

"I was. Why?" Lando states since he's sorting out some Quadrant designs and figuring out times to fit in meetings around time in Woking and focusing on F1.

"Could I borrow your credit card?" Y/n asks flashing her teeth at him in a grin making Lando raise his hand and pull her lower lip down a little before she swallows back knowing she isn't about to have an easy ride like she'd hoped.

"I'd love to feel your mouth for a bit." Lando states earning a huff since she definitely thought catching him while he's busy meant that she'd be able to take his card and buy the new bag that she wants. She sighs moving down under his desk beginning to pull his already hard dick from his joggers. "What do you want to buy this time?"

"A bag. One that always gets sold out quickly." Y/n mumbles making a point of the fact that she's missed out on buying it once before.

"Then you better do a good job to make this quick so you can buy it." Lando smirks while y/n withholds her sigh, eyes with a flicker of annoyance that he's making her wait for it.

Y/n takes Lando's length down her throat, poking her tonsils as she holds a hand around what she can't fit in without force. Unsurprisingly y/n feels herself getting wet from her own actions and the feeling of how hard Lando is in her touch.

But eventually his cum shoots down her throat with her not failing to swallow it all before she shifts back breathing heavily.

"Here. Buy the bag and whatever else you'd like." Lando smiles holding out his car between two fingers.

Y/n smiles climbing out and taking the card before kissing him knowing he'd never let her step away without it and despite appearances she does actually love the man.

-

Lando looks at the young woman, jaw tweaking as he clenches his teeth together in impatience. After another moment he moves over grabbing her by the wrist and pulling her silently to the nearest bathroom.

"You made your point." Lando huffs knowing this is exactly what y/n wanted from him. Riling him up and dragging her out of there like a cave man to leave her leaking with his cum for the rest of the day and he has full intentions to do exactly that.

"Lando." Y/n whines as he pushes her up against the door after he's slammed it closed.

"You always get what you want somehow don't you?" Lando states ripping off her underwear with a rough tug making the elastic snap away before he tucks it into her pocket.

He's thrust into her knowing that she's already dripping, the excitement stirred by her own actions and knowing the anticipation of what was coming as a result of them making him slide into her without an inch of friction. A couple thrusts in and she's even splashing him as she moves to meet him each time.

They both seem to drag it out as long as possible before y/n finally moans, shameless to the fact anyone could hear them before she feels Lando spill into her, holding herself deep enough that his hand on her stomach can feel himself poking through her stomach.

"Satisfied?" Lando questions making her whimper but nod a little, feeling some beads of sweat make the material of her dress stick to her skin as he pulls out and lets it fall down as she feels gravity doing work with the copious amount of cum he's left in her already begin to slowly ooze out of her. "You can walk around with that on your thighs since that's what you wanted."

"Thank you." Y/n mumbles breathlessly before smiling sheepishly. "Do I really have to?"

"If you ever want to have an orgasm again you do."

[moneytrixxx]

Oh my god. I'm a sucker for little details. I love this piece of information 🧡

did you see the pics of lando arriving on track today? with the backwards hat🫢 i literally fell to my knees because idk why but its so hot🫣

Cool cool cool no doubt no doubt

But I’m more excited about finding out he inherited more from his dad than the gap between his teeth 😭

[moneytrixxx]

Cuddle Me. - LN

Summary: Lando's girlfriend has a teddy bear who she's had since childhood and sleeps with tightly clutched in her arms every night. Lando feels stupid being jealous but he wants to be held like that too.

No part 2 requests please

Y/n sighs dreamily as she walks into the hotel room, yet another one to turn into a very short lived home.

Top priority.

Billy bear.

"First things first." Y/n grins pulling Billy from her bag and placing him down on her side of the bed then skipping over and jumping towards Lando who looks at her expectantly. "Shower?"

"Shower." Lando nods since y/n likes to always "shower the flight off" after she's settled Billy on the bed.

Y/n runs ahead while Lando stares at the permanent resident on his bed. His beady eyes looking back at him for a few beats before he huffs and follows his girlfriend.

He's aware he's on the losing side of a one sided war. The bear is not fighting him, and yet he's winning.

Fuck Billy.

He's even starting to hate the name.

"Do you want to go out for dinner or just get room service?" Lando asks as he steps into the shower with her, not being able to contain the urge to step forward and touch every part of her body that he can.

"Uhhh...I don't mind, are you in the mood for anything specific?" Y/n asks softly since usually she is pretty happy to follow whatever he wants to do. After all she wouldn't be here without him, so letting him.

"We can go out. I think I want to go to the same place we went last year." Lando states making her smile a little and nod.

She's completely unaware that he just doesn't want to eat with his arch enemy watching him.

-

Getting back from the restaurant, y/n sighs starting to get changed.

Today Lando's trying a different strategy and since y/n takes a while to get through her skincare routine and changing for bed. If he's quick and manages to distract her before she thinks about Billy then maybe he can cuddle her to sleep and toss the stupid bear out of the bed.

"God I'm so bloated...Id on't know if pizza was the right choice. Damn you for talking me into it."

"You looked happy when it was put down in front of you and that's what really matters to me." Lando shrugs then opening his arms. "Come cuddle with me, I want you."

"You want to cuddle?" Y/n snots climbing up from the bottom of the bed. "You spend half of the night kicking me and there that one time to slapped me."

"I was having a nightmare. I didn't meant to slap you." Lando pouts then straining his arms to stress that he wants to hug her.

"You're so cute when you're being all needy and clingy." Y/n coos before she straddles him, lying on top of him and nuzzling into his neck. "I love you, baby."

"I love you too...although I don't know if we can sleep like this." Lando states making her lift her head.

"You want to cuddle till we're asleep?" Y/n questions since she thought it was just cuddle for a bit then sleep. "Baby, that's going to end in tears. One of us will get hot and sweaty and...you snore."

"I-Yeah, I snore but I'm not going to get hot and sweaty." Lando mumbles trying his best not to sound as desperate for her as he sounds. Until... "You cuddle that bear more than you cuddle me."

"What bear-you mean Billy?" Y/n gasps then beginning to laugh and giggle as she watches him with amusement sparkling in her eyes. "Are you jealous of Billy?"

"No. It's a toy. I just think he could stay at home, at least while we're travelling around. What if you lose him? Or forget him? It just feels risky bringing him around all the time." Lando states trying to find legitimate reason he can think of that will make her agree with him and not just take the piss out of him.

"Billy comes everywhere with me. We're for lifers." Y/n frowns getting defensive over her love for her teddy bear who is reached for and grabbed. "I don't think I've ever slept a night without him."

Well now he just feels guilty.

Billy isn't just a teddy that she loves the toy is an extension of herself. Where she goes he goes, aside from she does withhold herself from taking him to the paddock for the actual races and track days.

"You look so sad...just ignore what I said. I'm being stupid." Lando murmurs earning her attention back to him as he rubs her sides as if he can rub the sad look in her eyes away. "I'm sorry, baby. I didn't mean to upset you."

"No. You're right...I think taking him around is kind of risky. But I just never thought about it."

"No." Lando huffs realising he's going to have to come clean because now he feels like a dick. "I just said it because I want you to cuddle me instead of that...bear."

"You-I knew it! You're jealous of Billy! Oh my gosh, you're so cute...Alright, soft shite. Let's find a way to keep us both happy because Billy's not going anywhere, but I'll cuddle my boyfriend too. Not just because you asked but because I love cuddling you, you muppet." Y/n grins making him almost deflate in relief that she's not upset. Even if it's maybe came at the cost of his ego. "I don't know why you didn't just say something this whole time."

Lando grumbles a little at her mocking before she begins to shift them around.

"I don't need to cuddle Billy...he just needs to be near me." Y/n mumbles in a focus as she rests her head on his chest, pressing into his side as she sort of tucks Billy into his other side just holding the bear with her hand while Lando waits until she's settle down into him and he finally places and arm around her. "Is this comfortable?"

"Yes. Definitely." Lando smiles not being able to deny the warmth spreading through his chest at the position he's in.

Maybe he can make peace with Billy being there so long as she knows he wants her to cuddle him. Actually having her on one side while she tightly grips Billy so the bear is pressed into his other side, it feels pretty nice. He can definitely enjoy this.

"I love you." Lando whispers still smiling at this little victory.

"I love you too, my adorable needy boyfriend." Y/n jokes pressured a kissing to his chest.

[moneytrixxx]

Mine to Touch | LN4

🌸 summary ━━━━━━━ Lando’s obsessed with missionary—because he can rub her clit, watch her fall apart, and fuck her deep. And sometimes? He makes it soft, slow and absolutely passionate.

🌸 pairing ━━━━━━━ Lando Norris x she!reader

🌸 word count ━━━━━━━ 4.2k

🌸 warnings ━━━━━━━ +18, sexual content, p in v, multiple orgasms, teasing?,

Based on this request.

The low hum of the city outside her apartment window was almost comforting, but Y/N couldn’t shake the tightness in her chest. Lando had texted her an hour ago, saying he was on his way over.

“Be there soon, princess.”

Her heart fluttered at the nickname, just like it always did. It wasn’t the first time he’d called her that—he’d said it a handful of times before, usually soft and playful, always without hesitation—but somehow, each time still made her stomach flip. She never got tired of it. Princess. It felt too good, too tender, especially coming from him.

Her eyes drifted to the bouquet of roses sitting quietly on her kitchen counter, the petals still fresh and vibrant despite the week that had passed since he’d sent them. She had cried when they arrived—hot, uncontrollable tears streaming down her face the moment she read the note tucked inside.

It had been a terrible week. One of those weeks where everything felt heavy and dull and wrong. And then, out of nowhere, the flowers had shown up. From him.

No one had ever given her flowers before. Not once. Not even during birthdays, not even from past boyfriends. But Lando had. Just because he knew she’d had a shit week and wanted to make her feel better.

She didn’t even know how he found out she’d been struggling.

But somehow, he knew. And he sent roses. And he called her princess.

And now he was on his way.

She adjusted the hem of her oversized sweater, the one she’d stolen from him months ago. It still smelled like him—his cologne, his warmth. It was a dangerous reminder of how much she’d grown to crave him, even if she hated admitting it to herself. The way her fingers curled tighter around the fabric made her feel stupid, like she was trying to hold on to something she couldn’t name. Something fragile. Something that scared her just as much as it comforted her.

Because she wanted him. In ways that ran far deeper than she’d ever planned.

The knock at the door startled her, and she took a deep breath before opening it. There he was, leaning against the doorframe, his hair slightly messy, that teasing grin on his face. “Hey, baby,” he said, his voice low and warm.

Why did he have to look like that? She stepped aside to let him in, her cheeks already heating up. “Hey,” she replied, her voice softer than she intended.

He didn’t waste time. As soon as the door clicked shut, he pulled her into his arms, his hands sliding around her waist. She could feel the firmness of his body against hers, the way his presence seemed to fill the room. “Missed you,” he murmured, his lips brushing against her ear.

She shivered, her hands instinctively gripping the front of his shirt. “I missed you too,” she admitted, though the words felt heavy on her tongue. Missed him. She always missed him when he wasn’t around, even when she told herself she shouldn’t.

Lando’s fingers traced a path up her spine, sending a jolt of electricity through her. “You’ve been quiet lately,” he said, his voice soft but probing. “Everything okay?”

Quiet. She had been quiet. She’d been avoiding him more than usual—dodging his calls, making vague excuses to skip out on group hangouts. It wasn’t just him. It was everything. The weight of it all. The exhaustion. The overwhelming pressure she couldn’t explain without falling apart.

“I’m fine,” she lied, her voice steady despite the storm brewing inside her.

He didn’t look convinced. His hand cupped her cheek, his thumb brushing gently over her skin. “You’re not fine, princess,” he said, his tone soft but unshakable. “Talk to me.”

She hesitated, her eyes searching his. There was so much she wanted to say—how work had been suffocating, how she’d been running on empty, how she didn’t even recognize herself some days. But the words caught in her throat, too heavy to voice, too fragile to release.

“I don’t want to talk about it,” she whispered instead, her voice cracking just enough to betray her.

He didn’t press. He just looked at her like she was something precious. And when she leaned into his touch, her lips parting as he leaned down to kiss her, it felt like breathing for the first time in days.

It was soft at first, almost tentative, as if he was testing her. But then she kissed him back, her hands sliding up to his neck, pulling him closer. The tension between them shifted, the air crackling with something unspoken.

Lando’s grip on her tightened, his hands sliding down to her hips. He broke the kiss, his breath warm against her skin. “Let me take care of you,” he murmured, his voice rough with need.

She nodded, her heart pounding in her chest. She didn’t trust herself to speak, didn’t trust herself to stop him even if she wanted to. And right now, she didn’t want to.

He lifted her effortlessly, her legs wrapping around his waist as he carried her to the bedroom. His lips found hers again, harder this time, more demanding. She felt the heat building between them, the way his body pressed against hers as he laid her down on the bed.

His hands were everywhere, touching her, exploring her, making her feel things she couldn’t ignore. She arched into his touch, her breath hitching as he pulled off her sweater, leaving her in just her bra and leggings.

“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he said, his eyes filled with desire as he looked down at her.

She blushed, her hands fumbling with the hem of his shirt. “You’re not so bad yourself,” she managed to say, her voice barely above a whisper.

He chuckled, the sound low and throaty as he helped her pull his shirt off. His chest was bare, his skin warm under her fingertips. She traced the lines of his muscles, her heart racing as he leaned down to kiss her again.

His fingers hooked into the waistband of her leggings, pulling them down slowly with a teasing drag. She lifted her hips to help him, her legs trembling as the fabric slipped down her thighs and off her ankles. The cool air kissed her skin, sending a shiver through her body. Lando’s eyes darkened as he took her in, his gaze trailing up her legs, her hips, her stomach, like he was memorizing every inch of her.

Next, his hands moved to the clasp of her bra, his fingers deft and steady despite the hunger in his eyes. She held her breath as he unhooked it, the fabric falling away to reveal her breasts. His low groan of appreciation made her blush, but she didn’t look away. She could see the intensity in his gaze, the way he seemed to worship her with his eyes alone.

Finally, his fingers hooked into the edge of her underwear, pulling them down with the same deliberate slowness. She lifted her hips again, her heart pounding as he revealed her completely. There was no hiding now, no barriers between them.

Even after all this time—after all the nights tangled in his sheets, after countless times they’d undressed each other with trembling hands and hungry mouths—she still felt shy when she was naked in front of him. Something about the way he looked at her, like he saw everything, always made her chest tighten and her cheeks burn.

But she also felt safe. In a way she couldn’t quite explain. Like he didn’t just want her—he cherished her.

Lando’s hands skimmed her thighs, her hips, as if he was savoring the moment. His gaze never left hers.

“Perfect,” he murmured, his voice rough with desire. “You’re so fucking perfect, baby.”

She bit her lip, her cheeks burning as he leaned down to kiss her again. His hands kept moving, his touch sending shivers through her body. When he finally stripped off his own clothes, she couldn’t help but stare. He was beautiful, every inch of him, and she felt a surge of desire that she couldn’t ignore.

He settled between her legs, the weight of his body pressing her into the mattress in the most intoxicating way. She could feel him—hard and ready—against her inner thigh, and a gasp escaped her lips as his hips shifted, brushing against her sensitive core. His hands gripped her hips firmly, anchoring her in place as he leaned down to kiss her neck, his lips warm and insistent.

His teeth grazed her skin, sending a jolt of electricity through her that made her arch into him. She could feel his breath, hot and uneven, against her ear as he whispered, “You feel so good, princess.” His voice was rough, almost a growl, and it sent a shiver down her spine.

One of his hands slid up her side, his fingers tracing the curve of her waist before cupping her breast. His thumb brushed over her nipple, teasing it into a stiff peak, and she couldn’t hold back the soft moan that escaped her. “Lando,” she breathed, her hands clutching at his shoulders, her nails digging into his skin.

He responded with a low groan, the length of his hard cock pressing and grinding against her slick folds, teasing her clit with slow, deliberate movements. She gasped, her hips instinctively arching into his, craving more of the delicious friction. His cock felt so good against her, the heat of it sending waves of pleasure through her body. His lips trailed lower, down her collarbone, his teeth nipping gently at her skin as he moved. Every touch, every kiss, felt like he was worshipping her, like he couldn’t get enough.

Lando’s hips shifted slightly, the tip of his cock brushing against her clit in a way that made her whimper. “You like that, baby?” he murmured, his voice thick with desire. She could only nod, her breath coming in short, uneven gasps. He was teasing her, driving her crazy with the slow, deliberate pace of his movements, his cock sliding against her sensitive clit, making her toes curl and her body tremble with need.

“You’re so wet for me,” he said, his voice rough and filled with satisfaction. His hand slid down to where their bodies were pressed together, his fingers brushing against her slick folds, making her moan. He was torturing her, in the best way possible, his cock still rubbing against her clit, his fingers teasing her entrance, driving her closer to the edge with every touch.

“I love the way you react to me,” he murmured, his voice thick with desire. His lips found hers again, his kiss deep and consuming, his tongue teasing hers as his hands explored her body. She could feel the urgency in his touch, the way he seemed to be holding back, but only just.

She was losing herself in him, in the way he made her feel, and she didn’t want it to stop. Every touch, every kiss, was pulling her deeper, making her crave more. He was all she could think about, all she could feel. And she knew, in that moment, she was completely his.

“Lando,” she breathed, her hands gripping his shoulders.

“I’ve got you, baby,” he whispered, his voice rough with need.

He reached down, his fingers finding her clit, circling it with a gentle yet firm pressure as he positioned himself at her entrance. She could feel the heat of him, the thick, hard length of his cock pressing against her slick folds, teasing her, making her body tremble with anticipation. Her breath hitched, her nails digging into his shoulders as she waited, her stomach tightening with a mix of nerves and desire.

Then, slowly, oh so slowly, he pushed inside her.

The moment his tip breached her entrance, she gasped, a sharp, breathy sound that filled the room. Her pussy clenched around him, hot and tight, as he stretched her, filling her in the most exquisite way. The sensation was overwhelming—his cock was thick, hard, and insistent, sliding deeper with every inch, igniting a fire in her core that she couldn’t ignore. She felt full, achingly so, as he sank deeper, her body yielding to his, welcoming him with a shiver of pleasure that ran through her entire being.

Lando’s breath caught, a low groan escaping his lips as her warmth enveloped him. She was so tight, so wet, the heat of her pussy gripping him like a vice, making his head spin. He could feel every ridge, every pulse of her walls around him, and it took every ounce of his self-control not to lose himself in her entirely. “Fuck, baby,” he muttered, his voice rough, almost pained with desperation. “You feel so fucking good.”

She could see the strain in his face, the way he was holding back, his jaw clenched as he fought to keep himself steady. His eyes were locked on hers, filled with a hunger that made her stomach clench. He moved slowly, his hips grinding against hers, the thick length of his cock dragging against her sensitive walls in a way that made her moan, her hands gripping him tighter.

“You’re so tight,” he breathed, his voice trembling as he pushed deeper, his cock stretching her in the most delicious way. “So wet for me, princess. Fuck, I can feel how much you want me.”

She could barely form words, her body too consumed by the sensation of him inside her. Every inch he pushed in sent waves of pleasure through her, her pussy clenching around him as if trying to pull him deeper. She could feel the weight of him, the way his hips pressed against hers, his cock filling her completely, touching her in places that made her see stars.

He paused when he was fully sheathed inside her, his breath hot and uneven against her skin. “You’re mine,” he whispered, his voice raw with possession, his eyes never leaving hers. “All mine.”

Then he started to move—slowly, deliberately, his hips rolling against hers, his cock sliding in and out of her with a torturous rhythm. Each thrust sent a jolt of pleasure through her, her clit pulsing with need as he rubbed it with his fingers in perfect sync with his strokes.

She was everywhere—the way her arms clung to him, her nails digging into his skin, her thighs trembling beneath him. Lando’s forehead rested against hers, his breath hot and uneven as he rocked into her, slow and deep, each thrust dragging a gasp from her lips. His hand was between them, fingers rubbing gentle circles on her clit, the pressure perfect and maddening. “That’s it, baby,” he whispered, his voice hoarse, “You feel that? You’re so fucking perfect like this.”

She gasped his name, the sound barely audible over the pounding of her heart. He kissed her then—deep, desperate, reverent—his tongue tangling with hers as if he could consume every part of her. “Look at me, princess,” he murmured, his lips brushing hers as he pulled back just enough to meet her eyes. “Don’t look away. I need to see you fall apart.”

Her legs quivered as he pinned her wrists above her head, his body flush with hers, his slow, deliberate strokes dragging her closer to the edge. “Say it,” he growled, his lips grazing her neck, his teeth nipping at her skin. “Say you’re mine.”

She could barely think, let alone speak, her body shaking as his fingers worked her clit with relentless precision. “You’re mine, baby,” he murmured, his voice thick with possession. “My princess. My everything.”

Her thighs spread wider, her hips lifting to meet his every thrust as he took her deeper, his forehead pressed to hers. “This,” he groaned, the rhythm of his hips steady and unrelenting. “This is how I always want to have you. Just like this, princess. Every damn night.”

Her breath hitched, her eyes fluttering shut as the tension coiled tighter, threatening to snap. “Why?” she managed to whisper, her voice trembling. “Why... like this?”

His answer was immediate, his lips brushing her ear as he murmured, “Because I can see your face when you come. Because I can feel you better. And because—” His fingers worked her clit harder, the pressure making her back arch. “—this is the only position where I can love you and ruin you at the same time.”

She was already shaking, her body hovering on the edge, when he whispered it again, his voice rough with desire. “I love fucking you like this because I can touch you like this.” His fingers rubbed her clit harder, his eyes locked on hers, watching her come undone. “And because no one else gets to see you like this. No one.”

His thrusts grew messier, his rhythm faltering as his fingers worked her clit with relentless pressure. “You don’t get it,” he panted, his breath hot against her skin. “I’m obsessed with this. With you. With making you come like this.”

She tried to hide her face, her cheeks burning as she felt herself nearing the edge, but he wouldn’t let her. “Eyes on me, baby,” he growled, his fingers rubbing her clit harder, his thrusts deep and rough. “You’re so fucking pretty when you come. Don’t look away.”

Her legs began to tremble, her whole body shaking uncontrollably as he kept thrusting, kept rubbing her clit just right. “You always do this,” he murmured, his voice ragged, his eyes locked on hers. “Always shake when you’re about to come. Drives me fucking crazy.”

He pushed deeper, his fingers working her clit fast and messy, until she cried out, her body convulsing as she came undone beneath him. “That’s it,” he whispered, his voice rough with need. “Let me feel you fall apart. I need it.”

And fall apart she did, completely and utterly his. Her body seized, a wave of pleasure crashing over her so intensely that her vision blurred. Her pussy clenched around him, pulsing, tightening, as if trying to pull him even deeper inside her. Lando groaned, his cock still buried to the hilt, his hips stuttering as he felt her walls gripping him like a vice. “Fuck, baby,” he growled, his voice raw, trembling. “You’re so tight. I can feel you squeezing me—every fucking inch.”

She gasped, her back arching off the bed, her fingers clawing at his shoulders as the sensation consumed her. Her clit throbbed under his relentless touch, her pussy quivering around his cock as he kept thrusting, slow but deep, dragging out every last shiver of her orgasm. “Lando,” she whimpered, her voice breaking, her body trembling uncontrollably. “I can’t—it’s too much—I—”

But he didn’t stop. He kept moving, his cock sliding in and out of her slick, swollen folds, her pussy still fluttering around him as he pushed her higher, dragged her further. “Look at me, princess,” he commanded, his voice rough, desperate. She forced her eyes open, meeting his gaze, and what she saw there—pure, unrelenting desire—sent another wave of heat crashing through her. “Good girl,” he murmured, his hips grinding against hers, his cock filling her so completely she thought she might break. “You feel so fucking good when you come. I can’t get enough of it.”

And then, just as her orgasm began to ease, his rhythm faltered. His breath hitched, his jaw clenching as he drove into her one last time, deep and hard, her name a ragged whisper on his lips. He came with a low, guttural groan, his cock throbbing inside her as he spilled himself, hot and thick, filling her in a way that made her shudder. Her pussy milked him, her walls still clenching around his length as he emptied himself, his body trembling against hers.

For a moment, they were both still, the only sounds their ragged breathing, the heat of their bodies pressed together. Lando’s forehead rested against hers, his breath hot and uneven as he whispered, “You’re mine, princess. Forever.” 

And in that moment, she believed him. The words hung in the air between them, raw and heavy, as his forehead rested against hers, their breaths uneven and tangled. She felt the weight of his confession in the way he held her—like letting go wasn’t an option. He was still inside her, warm and throbbing faintly, grounding her in a way that made her feel both exposed and safe. She wanted to believe him—needed to—because this… this was everything.

Lando shifted slightly, his hand sliding down her side in a slow, deliberate caress. His fingers traced the curve of her hip, then moved between her thighs, finding her clit with practiced ease. He rubbed in slow, steady circles, his touch soft but certain, and a soft gasp escaped her lips.

“This,” he murmured, voice low and rough, “this is why I love missionary. Because I can feel all of you.”

Her cheeks burned, eyes fluttering shut as he kept working her clit with maddening precision. He knew every inch of her, exactly how to touch her, how to break her down.

“I can see your face,” he whispered against her skin. “Every little reaction, every breath, every moan. All mine.”

Her hips lifted instinctively, seeking more, and he chuckled—low and deep.

“You’re so fucking responsive,” he said, fingers pressing harder. “Every time I touch you, you act like it’s the first time. Drives me insane, baby.”

She could still feel him inside her, thick and pulsing, his hips slowly grinding against hers.

“And I can rub you just like this,” he murmured, circling her clit with expert rhythm. “I can make you come while I’m still inside. Feel you tighten around me like you’re pulling me deeper.”

She moaned, her hands gripping his shoulders as he kept going, relentless.

“I love it,” he breathed against her ear. “The way you feel wrapped around me. The way you hold me like you never want to let go.”

Her clit throbbed under his touch, her body clenching around him in anticipation.

“And this,” he said, his voice a rasp, “your clit… so sensitive. I love knowing I’m the one who gets to touch it like this. The one who gets to make you fall apart.”

She was already there, tension winding tight, her body poised on the edge. And he knew. He always did.

“You’re close, aren’t you, princess?” he murmured, fingers quickening, pressure unyielding. “I can feel it. I can see it in your eyes.”

She nodded, breath hitching, legs trembling.

“That’s it, baby,” he whispered. “Let go for me. Let me feel it. Let me see you.”

And she did. Her body convulsed, pussy clamping down around him as she came hard, waves of pleasure crashing through her. He didn’t stop—kept rubbing, kept thrusting slow and deep, drawing out every last ripple of release.

“Fuck, baby,” he groaned, breath ragged. “You feel so fucking good when you come.”

When she finally stilled, her body limp and trembling, he leaned down to kiss her, his lips soft and tender. “You’re so beautiful,” he murmured, his voice rough with emotion, his fingers still tracing the curve of her hip. She sighed into the kiss, her eyes fluttering shut as she savored the warmth of his lips against hers. But then his hand moved lower again, his fingers brushing against her clit, and she gasped, her body jerking at the sudden sensitivity.

“Lando,” she breathed, her voice shaky, her hands pressing against his chest. “Stop. It’s—it’s too much. I’m too sensitive.”

He chuckled, the sound low and teasing, his fingers dancing lightly over her clit, just enough to make her squirm. “Oh, baby,” he murmured, his lips grazing her ear. “You’re so fucking sensitive right now. It’s adorable.”

“Lando,” she whined, her hands gripping his shoulders as she tried to push him away, but he didn’t stop immediately. Instead, he lingered, his touch still light but insistent, his lips brushing against her neck as he whispered, “Just one more touch, princess. You know you like it.”

She shook her head, her breath hitching as his fingers teased her clit again, the sensation almost too much to bear. “Please,” she begged, her voice trembling. “Stop. I can’t—”

He finally relented, his hand moving away from her clit, but he didn’t pull out of her. Instead, he stayed right where he was, his cock still buried deep inside her, his warmth filling her in the most intimate way. He kissed her again, his lips soft and tender, his hands moving to cup her face as he whispered, “Okay, baby. I’ll stop. But I’m not done loving you yet.”

His lips trailed over her face, kissing her cheeks, her jawline, her forehead, every touch so gentle it made her heart ache. He was everywhere, his breath warm against her skin, his lips worshipping her as if she was the most precious thing in the world. “You’re so fucking perfect,” he murmured, his voice thick with emotion. “I could spend forever just like this, just loving you.”

She felt her cheeks burn, her heart swelling at his words. He was so tender, so loving, and it made her feel things she couldn’t put into words. Her hands cupped his face, her fingers brushing over his stubble as she whispered, “I love you, Lando.”

His eyes locked with hers, a soft smile playing on his lips as he leaned down to kiss her again. “I love you too, princess,” he murmured, his voice rough with emotion. “So fucking much.”

[moneytrixxx]

I.........need this 💗

OKAY BUT do you🫵🏻 think that Lando likes to do it in front of a mirror? Like have you watch him ruin you? Yk? Grabbing you by your hair when you look down or look away? Pushing his body against yours so his big ass hand can wrap around your throat and force you to look at him as he’s having his way with you? Telling you the dirtiest of things with this hot ass accent? I think yes

Girl...

On the edge of the bed, legs spread wide for him, his chest flush against your back, one arm wrapped tight around your waist to keep you in place. The other around your throat, pressing enough to make you lightheaded, to remind you who’s in control.

“Look at us.” I’M ABOUT TO THROW MYSELF OFF A CLIFF

You don’t obey fast enough. You try to turn away as the pleasure gets too much, but his grip tightens immediately. The hand around your throat tilts your chin up, forcing your eyes to meet his in the mirror. To see how he ruins you.

Slow at first, just to tease. Then rough, hips snapping into yours, his hand sliding down to your belly so he can feel what he’s doing to you. And if you dare look away again? He’ll tsk tsk tsk you, and grab a fistful of your hair to yank you right back. Lovingly. Because the whole point is making you see what he sees, right? Just how good you look when you’re completely his 😌👍🏻

[moneytrixxx]

little spoon

⚡︎ PAIRING: lando norris x reader | ⚡︎ WC: 1.1K ⚡︎ GENRE: fluff! ⚡︎ INCOMING RADIO: based on the latest landolog and the chicken shop date where lando said he'd never been little spoon // dedicated to @tsunodaradio, to whom i promised little spoon! lando

Lando melts into you before the door even shuts, his body sagging forward, forehead finding the curve of your shoulder like a prayer answered.

His breath is uneven, frayed at the edges, warm where it fans against your collarbone. His entire body trembles—fine, imperceptible shivers rolling through muscle and sinew, the remnants of a day spent wringing himself out to the last drop.

You feel it in the weight of him, how he isn’t just leaning against you but pouring himself into you, a slow and silent collapse.

He smells of sweat dried into fabric, of rubber and asphalt, of adrenaline still lingering in his bloodstream. His shirt clings to his back, damp and heavy, and when your hand slides up his spine, your fingers meet heat—his body still burning from exertion, from the sprints, from the bike, from pushing himself to his absolute limit just hours ago.

“Tough one?” you murmur, pressing your lips into his curls. They’re damp too, still tangled from his helmet, still holding the weight of everything he’s had to endure today.

He exhales, the sound thin, almost empty. “Yeah.”

Just that. No complaints, no details, just the word. But his body tells the rest of the story—the way his fingers twitch uselessly against your waist, the way his knees buckle slightly, how his weight leans into you so fully, so completely, like standing on his own is simply too much.

“You made it through,” you say, voice soft, coaxing, the way you would speak to something fragile.

Lando hums, a sound low and breathy, like the simple act of existing is a burden.

You let him stay there, let him take from you, let him breathe in your presence, let him feel you. Your fingers card through his curls, untangling the mess left behind by hours of training, hours of pushing, hours of his body being reduced to numbers and stats and thresholds. He shudders when you scratch lightly at his scalp, his body sagging further, breath hitching on a sound that’s almost embarrassing in its relief.

“Felt like I was dying,” he mumbles. “Lower body stuff first. It wasn’t too bad, at the start.”

You hum in sympathy, fingers still moving, and he leans into it, like a cat seeking warmth.  “I know. Keep going.”

“Neck strength test was next,” he says, voice muffled against your shoulder. “Thought Jon was going to pull my head clean off.”

You smile softly at the absurdity of it, but Lando isn’t smiling. He groans instead, and you can feel his body tighten with the memory.

“Then the VO2 max test…” He swallows, and you feel the shudder that runs through him. “They make me run on a treadmill, but they keep pushing the incline up, and the speed’s faster than I can keep up with. It’s supposed to push me to exhaustion, but by the end, I was pretty much… ready to just collapse right there.” 

You press your lips into his temple. “But you didn’t.”

“I should have,” he argues, and you laugh softly, rubbing little circles into his scalp.

He sighs, body finally slackening, boneless in your arms.

You sigh in sympathy, brushing your lips across his temple. “And the heat test?”

He groans. “The worst. Forty degrees. I had to ride the bike for 30 minutes under that heat, my body was a furnace. I nearly couldn’t finish it.” His voice drops into a whisper. “But I did. Nearly threw up.”

You press your lips into his skin, and he leans into it, a little shaky, like your touch is the only thing anchoring him to the floor.

“You’re incredible,” you whisper.

He hums, barely a sound, and it feels like he’s gone somewhere quieter now, somewhere inside himself where the noise of the day doesn’t reach.

You let him stay there, holding him as he starts to fall into the silence, and when he finally looks up, his eyes are tired, but there’s something softer in them—something more vulnerable than you’re used to.

You press a kiss to the crown of his head.

“Come on,” you murmur. “Bed.”

It takes effort to peel himself away from you, but he follows, sluggish and heavy, through the quiet hum of your apartment. He moves like his body doesn’t belong to him anymore, bumping into corners, misjudging the distance between the doorframe and his shoulder. You let him trail behind you, watching him in the mirror as you wash your face, and when you glance over, he’s just standing there, blinking slowly, watching you.

“You’re staring,” you say, voice light.

He shrugs. “You’re pretty.”

His voice is a whisper now, something slow and weightless.

He moves on autopilot, brushing his teeth, stripping out of his sweat-dampened clothes, tugging on one of the old shirts he keeps here. And then, when he finally climbs into bed, he does something he never does.

He turns onto his side, pressing his back against your chest, curling into himself.

It surprises you. Because Lando isn’t this—he isn’t the one who seeks comfort, he isn’t the one who clings. He’s the protector, the one who holds you. The one who fits himself around you at night, arm draped over your waist, fingers skimming your ribs, lips pressed into the back of your neck. That’s how it always is. That’s how he likes it.

But not tonight.

Tonight, his body is heavy with exhaustion, his mind still buzzing, and he just wants. Wants to be held, wants to be soothed, wants to let go for once.

So you let him.

You press yourself against him, wrap an arm around his waist, nose nuzzling against the nape of his neck. Your fingers slip beneath the hem of his shirt, tracing slow, gentle shapes into his skin.

He exhales, long and slow, like all the tension in his body is finally bleeding out.

“You wanna be the little spoon tonight?” you tease, voice half-laughing, warm against his skin.

Lando makes a small, sleepy noise, the kind that makes your chest ache with fondness.

“Thank you,” he whispers, his voice muffled against your sheets.

“Always,” you murmur. “You’ve got me.”

Your lips press against his shoulder, soft and lingering, your touch featherlight where it maps the lines of his ribs.

And in this moment—after the sprints, the heat, the tests, and the pain—you both drift into a quiet, steady rhythm. Because no matter how much he gives of himself, no matter how much he sacrifices for his dream, this is the part of the day that truly matters.

He has you.

And tonight, that’s all he needs.

[moneytrixxx]

GIRL DONT HOLD BACK

WRITE THE LANDO NORRIS HELMET SMUT

Finders keepers | LN⁴

🟢 summary ──── A moment of boredom turns into a game of control and restraint, with Lando pushing boundaries neither he nor his girlfriend expected on such a busy day.

🟢 pairing ──── Lando Norris x she/her reader

🟢 rating ──── explicit

🟢 warnings ──── 18+, mature/sexual content, descriptive language, smut, swearing, semi-public setting, soft!dom Lando, fingering & oral ─ (f)receiving, unprotected sex, overstimulation, messy finish, Lando low-key losing it.

🟢 word count ──── 3.3k

🟢 date ──── Mar. 4, 2025

🟢 a/n ──── This one has been HIGHLY requested after one of you guys sent in this ask, so I shall deliver. I hope you enjoy it as much as you imagined & can’t wait to hear your thoughts 🤍

Also, yes. This is the second one-shot of the day, because I ACCIDENTALLY posted this Charles Leclerc piece earlier. It’s very short and I was supposed to post it after this one OOPSIES get greedy & go check it out. Thank you, love you all 💋

THERE IS HARDLY enough room for more than two people in the driver’s room. A physio table is pushed against the wall, a couple of chairs sit tucked under a desk covered in notes, post-its and water bottles, and a row of plastic shelves is holding some race suits, a change of clothes and toiletries, and a spare helmet. There is a faint scent of fresh rubber and overall newness of the place in the air that blends with the smell of rain, and something so distinctly Lando, a mix of his cologne and fabric softener.

She has been waiting for hours now. Day two of testing in Bahrain is dragging, and even though she loves watching her boyfriend hit the track, the long hours spent doing nothing are starting to wear on her. She finished reading three books in two days, rewatched her favorite TV show, and scrolled through her feed until the app informed her that there were no new posts.

She sighs, running a hand over the edge of the desk before deciding to tidy up a little. Not that there’s much to clean, since McLaren keeps these rooms nearly spotless, but at least it gives her something to do. A few minutes later, the post-its are arranged on the wall by color, the documents are organized in chronological order, and the water bottles have found a new home, crammed under the table.

Out of curiosity, her fingers brush over one of Lando’s new helmets, freshly designed for the pre-season testing. It’s sleek, predominantly black with neon streaks and intricate models running along the sides. On impulse, she lifts it, feeling its surprising weight before slipping it over her head. The padding presses snugly against her ears, muffling the distant sounds of mechanics still at work in the garage.

She can’t help but feel a vague claustrophobia surrounding her, but the feeling isn’t necessarily bad. On the contrary, it gives her the impression of safety, even if it inhibits her other senses.

Grinning to herself, she pulls out her phone and angles the camera for a selfie. The reflection in the visor catches the glow of the overhead lights, giving her an futuristic look. She continues to snap a few more photos, adjusting the tilt of her head, until a blurred figure appears in the background of her screen.

“Having fun all by yourself?” Lando’s voice is amused yet he sounds tired, and before she can turn around, she feels his arms wrap around her waist from behind. He leans in, lips ghosting over her shoulder in a lazy kiss.

She huffs out a laugh, nudging at his arms, “I told you to stop sneaking up on me like that. You scared me.”

Lando chuckles, hands splaying over her stomach, thumbs brushing absentminded circles through the fabric of her shirt. “Sorry. Didn’t expect to catch you playing dress-up with my stuff.”

“Finders keepers,” she says in a singing voice, making Lando chuckle again.

“Yeah? You like it?”

“It looks cool,” she admits, “Therefore, it makes you look cool.”

Lando squeezes her a little tighter, “That mouth on you,” he teases.

The girl giggles, “Am I wrong? Also, you should’ve knocked, by the way,” she continues, reaching up to pull at the visor so she can actually see him.

“I should knock on a door that has my name on it?”

“Yeah, you do!” she sounds revolted, “Especially when you know there’s a lady waiting for you inside.”

Lando’s gaze darkens ever so slightly as he takes her in. She looks like a mirage under the dim light of the small room, her curls coming untamed from under his helmet and her eyes so bright and filled with love, looking back at him.

He nods with a boyish smile, “I’ll try to remember that next time.”

Maybe it’s just exhaustion making his eyes so heavy-lidded, the lingering adrenaline from a long day fading into something softer. But when she catches him staring, Lando has the same soft gaze he does whenever they sit on the couch and he’s about to doze off; he looks unintentionally hot like this, worn out but content.

“Alright, racer boy. Can we go now?” she asks, pressing back against him slightly.

Lando sighs, reluctant. “Not yet. I still have a couple of hours to go. Gotta go over the data with the engineers,” his fingers tighten briefly on her hips before he steps back. “You can head back to the hotel if you’re bored. I’ll get you a car.”

She pouts, “It’s not as fun without you.”

That wins her another chuckle, but this time, there’s something else in Lando’s expression. His gaze is shamelessly dragging over her with an intensity that makes her pulse stutter. It’s only now that he really registers that she’s wearing his helmet, his name and number stamped all over.

She’s worn his clothes before — his hoodies, his merch, his team’s attire — but this feels completely different. It makes his mouth dry and head spin, and he might be exhausted, but suddenly, swallowing the lump in his throat, Lando realizes he’s so turned on.

“Then stay,” he encourages her, “I have half an hour to decompress before going to debriefing. I’m sure we can find something fun to do.”

His suit suddenly feels tighter, heat creeping up the back of his neck. He swallows again, his tongue darting out to wet his lips as he exhales slowly.

“Is that so?” she challanges him. “Something in mind already?”

He runs a hand through his curls before reaching for her again, “Maybe,” his voice is low, amused but laced with something indulgent. His fingers skim her waist, tracing the hem of her shirt as he tugs her closer. “You’re pretty inspiring.”

She tilts her head slightly, the visor still lifted so he can see the teasing glint in her eyes. “Well, that’s new,” she laughs. “But I was just messing around.”

Lando hums, unconvinced. “Sure you were.”

She moves to take the helmet off, but his hand catches hers mid-motion.

“No, leave it,” says Lando, thumb grazing over her knuckles. His breath is warm when he leans in, his next words spoken directly against its glossy material. “You have no idea how hot you look right now.”

A shiver rolls down her spine, and it quickly goes south, right between her legs. It makes Lando grin subtly, then he reaches for the visor, pulling it down with a definitive, loud click. At that, her world narrows in an instant, and the limited view somehow makes every touch and every breath between them more intense.

Lando walks her back until she’s perched on the edge of the physio table, her pulse hammering as she watches him, excited, but mostly curious about his plans. They have thirty minutes, so his movements aren’t rushed in any way. Quite the opposite. They’re almost lazy, but there’s something precise about the way he reaches for the zipper of his race suit.

He rolls his shoulders, loosening up, then adjusts the height of the table so that when he sinks to his knees in front of her, she’s exactly where he wants her to be. Patiently, his fingers trail up her legs, making slow work of the button on her jeans. There’s no hurry in the way he peels them down, taking her underwear with them in one go, but the moment he gets rid of them, there’s a shift in his demeanor.

Lando exhales sharply, his large hands splaying over her thighs as he looks at her, half-lust and half-serious. “You gotta keep quiet, baby,” he says, a hint of mischief curling around his words. “These walls aren’t real, and anyone passing by the door can hear us blink.”

There was a little giggle stuck in her throat, but now she barely has time to react before his fingers part her, his touch light at first, just exploring while he preps her with the dexterity of a man who did it countless of times before.

Her breath catches at the first slow stroke, her thighs tensing as he traces circles where she’s most sensitive. The first sound she makes is barely a whisper of a whimper, that Lando trained his ears to hear, since is muffled inside the helmet.

He huffs out a quiet laugh, “Is that my cue?”

Before she can answer, Lando leans in.

Initially, his mouth is warm and merciful. He licks into her with a sort of tamed hunger that’s out of his character, savoring every little shift of her hips, every shudder she tries to suppress. Even so, it sends her a clear message: even though his energy is low from the long day, his need to taste her is anything but.

The world outside their room hums with noise — faint conversations, the occasional shuffle of footsteps, the distant whir of power tools in the garage. But all she can focus on is the way he’s lapping at her clit, the slick sound of it embarrassingly loud in the small space, her own whimpers barely contained behind the visor.

Lando chuckles against her, the vibration making her head tilt back slightly; the weight of the helmet forces her to let her head fall against the wall, which positions her even better in front of him.

“Gonna have to be quieter than that,” he teases, slipping his fingers between her folds, pressing just enough to make her squirm.

She barely manages to shake her head, her breath ragged. The visor fogs up as a result, which forces her to close her eyes, since her sense of sight is officially useless.

Lando looks up proudly, fingers pushing deeper as he settles in, more than happy to test her limits. He knows how to curl them just right, the wet sounds obscene in the stillness of the room.

His free hand grips her thigh like he’s starved, holding her open for him, his name echoing softly inside the helmet — muted yet desperate. He feels the way she gets even more aroused with each passing second, coating his fingers with every slick stroke, her body responding to him exactly as it does every single time he takes over.

Startled with new sensations experienced in the dark, she brings a shaky hand to her mouth, trying to stifle the moans threatening to spill out, only to realize, all over again, that she can’t. A frustrated whimper escapes instead, the same hand scrambling for something to support herself. Finally, her fingers clutch at the edge of the table, but it’s useless; her hips are already rolling against Lando, chasing more.

“Mhm,” he hums, his voice shallow. “Getting so wet for me, should’ve done this ages ago. Why didn’t we?”

She gasps, trembling on the edge and so ready to agree with him, but then Lando stops, and the loss of his fingers is almost unbearable. Before she can think, a loud, frustrated moan slips past her lips, making him laugh at her impatience.

She’s too gone now, drunk on the feeling, and the weight of the helmet is definitely not helping. Not when she’s melting under his touch, making it hard to move, and pretty much do anything but stay there, waiting. Aching for more.

Lando watches her for a moment, dark-eyed and smirking, already hard just from seeing her like this, her body so pliant and responsive under his hands. He pulls himself out with one hand, stroking lightly, and with the other, he grips the edge of the helmet, forcing her to look at him.

“Alright, baby, I’m serious. No more of that, okay?” asks Lando. “If someone hears us, it’s gonna be bad. And we don’t want that, do we?” he continues, watching her gathering all her strength only to nod slightly. “That’s right. The second I hear you moan, I’ll have to stop.”

Even Lando knows it’s a lie, but he had to say it, just in case.

She swallows, nodding again as best as she can, her pulse a frantic rhythm against his fingers when he drags his hands down her sides, holding her still. Then, with a precise snap of his hips, he buries himself inside her, stealing the breath from her lungs.

The force of it sends a shudder through the physio table, the legs creaking against the floor. She barely has time to adjust before he thrusts again, deeper this time, pressing her body into the table like he’s trying to mold her into it. Her thighs tighten around his waist, heels digging into the small of his back, desperate to keep him there, to keep him buried inside her where she needs him most, the weight of him, the pressure and the friction maddening.

Lando swallows a moan, but some of it manages to slip past gritted teeth, “Fuck, you look—” he cuts himself off, sucking in a sharp breath. He doesn’t even have words for it. The way she feels around him and the heat of her pulling him back in every time he dares to pull away, it’s enough to make his mind go blank.

The table shifts again, inching against the floor with every thrust. She grips at the suit still clinging to his shoulders, trying to hold onto something, but there’s no escape from the way he’s driving into her, every drag of his cock making her shake beneath him.

“Lando…”

He knows. He feels it too. The way they’re teetering on the edge of something dangerously intoxicating, and the way they’re doing that together.

His hands tighten on her, his next thrust shoving the table another inch to the side. “Shit,” he breathes, voice husky with restraint. “Hold on, love. A little more, yeah?” He grips the edges of the table and snaps his hips forward again, watching the way her body reacts to him. “Fucking hell,” he spits, eyes dark as he watches her fall apart under him, little by little. “Keep me in, baby. Like that.”

She clings to him without hesitation, like she was made for this, for him. He’s marking her and he knows it, his fingers moving back to her waist, digging into her soft flesh. Lando’s name is all over her, in ways that only he can see, in places only he gets to touch. And the way she lets him, makes his head spin.

In the haze of it all, a sudden, foreign thought crashes into him like a gut-punch: her name next to his. It’s ridiculous, completely out of place in a moment like this, but it paralyzes him for a second. Until his body reacts on its own, fire spreading through his veins. He leans forward, caging her in, his thrusts becoming sharper, more desperate. His forehead presses against the cool surface of the helmet for just a moment, grounding himself, before he pulls back and looks at her.

He can barely see her eyes, wide and glazed over, but it’s enough. His fingers tighten on her hips as he slams back into her, dragging her flush against him, letting her feel every inch of his length. The sharp noise that the table makes underneath them is lost in the delicious sounds of their bodies moving together, of their heavy breathing, of the desperate way she silently whimpers his name like she wants to keep it on her tongue forever.

He’s spiraling, drowning in the heat of her, in the thought that she lets him take her like this, lets him ruin her for anyone else.

Yet somehow, it’s still not enough.

Her hands fly up instinctively, grasping at the helmet, knuckles turning white as she tries to steady herself against the overwhelming feeling of him.

Outside the room, voices pass by again, too close, and Lando clenches his jaw, fighting his own demons as he’s forcing himself to stay quiet.

Luckily, she’s close. He can feel it in the way she tightens around him, the way her body shakes as she tries her hardest to stay silent. Inside the helmet though, her breathing is shallow, small cries coming out of her parted lips.

“Come on, pretty girl,” says Lando in a demanding yet soft tone. One of his hands clamps around her neck, guiding her into each thrust. “Give it to me. Let me feel you.”

Lando doesn’t slow down one bit, rolling his hips in a way that he knows it drives her wild. As a result, her body tenses, trembling as pleasure overtakes her. A choked gasp echoes inside the helmet, and Lando smirks, watching her unravel. He’s so utterly captivated by the way her walls tighten around him and the way her thighs quiver in his hands, as if she can crumble if he’s won’t be careful. It’s almost too much for him, but Lando manages to pull out just in time, watching as her release coats his throbbing length, as she shudders through the aftershocks.

“Yeah,” he breaths, running a hand up and down her thigh. “Such a good girl, baby. Let it all out.”

She slumps back against the table, panting inside the helmet, her body overly sensitive. Keeping his eyes on her, Lando gives himself a few slow strokes, exhaling hard through his nose; he’s so close it’s painful.

“You okay?” he asks her, his voice as hoarse as if he screamed for hours at a concert.

Slowly coming back to her senses, she exhales sharply, “I’m good,” she manages and, before she gets the chance to ask him the same question, Lando slaps her thigh in order to catch her attention.

“Down on your knees, then. Come on,” he rasps, guiding the girl to her knees, his patience wearing out quickly, as he tilts her chin up with two fingers.

The glow of the light catches on the sleek surface of the helmet, and something about it — about her like this, still catching her breath, still his — makes his stomach flip.

“God, look at you,” he breathes, his fingers tracing the edge of the visor as he grips the helmet gently. “Obedient little thing.”

She doesn’t speak — can’t, really — just watches him through the darkened shield, completely at his mercy.

Lando’s breathing stutters as he pumps himself faster, the tension coiling tight in his core. “Gonna make a mess of you, yeah?” he asks, mostly rhetorically. “Right there on my—”

He barely manages a breath before the orgasm crashes into him, blinding and all-consuming. His grip tightens, a sharp groan breaking free as heat pulses through him, spilling in thick streaks across the dark visor. Each of his breath is shaky, his mind fogged with pleasure and a sudden possessiveness.

She stays still, letting him ruin the helmet just like he ruined her, and the sight leaves him dizzy.

His fingers twitch as he pushes sweat-damp curls from his forehead, exhaling a laugh, wrecked and breathless. The sound of it fills the space, mixing with the muffled hum of voices just beyond the walls. But all Lando can hear is the quiet, pleased sigh that leaves her lips, her fingers scratching against her thighs, as if she wants to touch him, as if she wants to taste him.

His stomach clenches at the thought, the aftershocks leaving him lightheaded, wrecked in a way he’s never felt before. He exhales sharply, looking down at her, at his helmet, at what he’s done.

Then, Lando’s fingers are flexing against her head before he finally loosens his grip, running a slow thumb over the mess he’s made.

“Hell,” he pants, still catching his breath. Then, softer, with a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips, “Might have to fuck you like this more often.”

She exhales a quiet, amused breath, tilting her head slightly. “Guess that means I’m actually keeping it.”

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Check Yourself - LN

@gvcnnnnnnnbvszxv prompt request #13 & #29- "That's too short." "I didn't ask." & "So what's the problem?" "Not me. That's for sure."

Summary: Lando can be a little protective and maybe even a little possessive, so when his girlfriend with an attitude is getting dressed to go out and he makes a comment. She decides to provoke his more possessive side just to see what he does.

Possessive!Lando (He's not toxic I promise)

Word count: 957

"I don't know, I know it's cold. But I'll be inside for most of the party and I'll take a jacket if I need to." Y/n states while standing out of the frame of her phone while Lando hums.

Then she appears in frame, but she's looking at herself in the mirror behind opposing the phone and gives Lando a look at just how short the skirt she's wearing is.

"That's too short." Lando states without a second of hesitation.

"I didn't ask." Y/n shoots back spinning and full flashing the man in the process with a smirk on her expression while Lando gives a stern look. "Sometimes short skirts make the outfit by adding a risk into it."

"Y/n, please." Lando groans not wanting to be the controlling boyfriend but she's testing his tolerance and patience.

"It'll be fine. It's a girls night." Y/n states but that brings no peace to Lando's concern. "You're really just on FaceTime to tell me I look good then send me on my way."

"You look horrible, please change." Lando deadpans earning a grin and eye roll.

"Ok, Lando. No need for that." Y/n laughs shaking her head before she sighs and picks up her phone. "I love you and if a man comes near my person the girls will protect me and I'll use my heel as a weapon if needed."

"I can fly over and join, it'll only take a couple hours."

"We'll talk later, Lando. Love you."

"Love you too." Lando huffs begrudgingly while she blows him a kiss then ends the call.

He sighs slumping back into his gaming chair with a small frown. He knows how psycho it is to fly over to London and be waiting for her but he books the flight and packs a few things to take over within by the time she's arrived at the party which is at a hired out bar.

"You're such a creep." Max comments as he picks Lando up from the airport. "Y/n literally invited you to the party and you said you didn't feel like being around people, now she's out and your going to wait at her apartment for her to come home."

"If I have a key that she gave me to use, then it's not that creepy. I just miss her."

"Yeah, whatever helps you sleep at night mate." Max laughs shaking his head while Lando grumbles at his friend's lack of support over him.

-

Lando ended up stalking all the people who were going to the party and seeing y/n feature quite a lot on their stories. She's proving to be pretty popular when it comes to who is the life of the party. No surprise there but Lando now realises he wishes he'd gone with her.

Even if there isn't any other men there as promised.

Y/n comes back very drunk and she seems confused upon seeing lights on in her apartment but then she spots the head of curly hair waiting for her.

"You came all this way because of a short skirt?" Y/n laughs shaking her head as she dumps her bag down, a slur in her words giving away how drunk she is. Her body nears him and he smirks a little as she climbs over his lap to straddle him, her hand catching in the length of his hair and pulling his head back lightly.

"Easy."

"So what's the problem?" Y/n questions with a hot breath hitting his lips as she leans into him.

"Not me. That's for sure." Lando scoffs then hissing when y/n tugs his hair making his scalp burn a little. "I should've came straight to the club and made use of that skirt."

"You should've. But you can do what you should've done now instead." Y/n smirks grinding down on him a little.

"Y/n..." Lando warns knowing that y/n is far too drunk for him to do anything. He's a man of morals and she's too drunk to remember he's here when she ways up.

The girl has a slightly above average tolerance, she's not lightweight and for her to be in this state, he knows she's much more far gone that other people might think.

"I love you, but that's going to have to wait till morning." Lando laughs making her slump and pout at him. "Have you eaten?"

"No."

"I'll find you something to eat-or do you want to order something?" Lando offers while y/n groans still hesitant about doing anything other than having sex. Which he understands especially if that was on her mind while sober.

He gets her some burgers ordered, which she ate two and half of before announcing she was done.

"For the record, next time you want me to come see you purely for sex. You can just tell me." Lando states as y/n brushes her teeth before he hooks his fingers into the waistband of her shorts that she's changed into. "But go out in a skirt that short again just to wind me up and I'll make sure you can't get out of bed."

Y/n gets visibly flustered as Lando's hands tuck under her vest and smooth over her skin, a flat hand pushing her body back against himself.

"Ok?"

"Ok." Y/n nods with her word distorted from her toothbrush still sticking out her mouth.

"Good girl. Alright, let's get you to bed and I'm going to make sure that skirt is in the only worn when Lando is present pile." Lando smiles lightening from his momentary possessiveness as he shifts back just enough to slap her ass to encourage her to hurry up.

[moneytrixxx]

wow

hiii first I would like to say that I LOVE your writing and I was wondering if you could do smth with Lando. This is quite a long order so you can pick and chose what you would like.

dark hot chocolate

milkshake

a vodka shot

spicy upside down cake

crème caramel

hot cross buns

bakery menu

thank you so much for the order! i've been really getting back into doing these bakery orders, so it's been fun working through the requests i've gotten! i always love doing a good lando fic, the fans i get in my inbox always have some of the most creative prompts i've ever seen so thank you! i hope you love this!

spicy upside down cake: "let's play a game: don't get caught." + crème caramel: "oh. you thought you were getting away from me?" + hot cross buns: "don't hide your face from me. i'd hate to have to tie you up." + dark hot chocolate: sub!reader + milkshake: size kink + a vodka shot: rough sex served by lando norris (formula one)!!

tags: smut/pwp, rough sex, size kink, sub!reader, semi-public sex, brattiness, dirty talk & degrading language, filthy (!!)

lando norris loved a good brat. he loved when a girl thought she could snap at him. it was cute, and it got him hard. cute things with pouty lips and fluttering eyelashes, crossed arms that framed perfect, fat tits. drew him in and made his jeans tight.

nothing like fucking a brat back into submission.

so after being put through the ringer in silverstone, lando couldn't help himself. especially when you said his favourite word in a venomous tone, "no."

you ended up in his driver's room with his hands up the back of your t-shirt and he near slammed the door with his foot. he was moving you like a puppet. you weren't going anywhere too far, too fast. he kissed the nape of your neck and loved the feeling of his hands on your soft skin.

"oh. you thought you were getting away from me?" he teased as he rubbed the front of his jeans up against your behind, "tell me no and then expect to skitter off. you wouldn't get far and you know that. should've chased you through the garage and fucked that pretty pussy of yours over my car. rub those tits of your raw up against it." he was panting already, turned on by how deep his want was for you.

"lando." you whined and you ended up over the couch. your cheek almost pressed against the wall behind it. your knees on the cushion and your round behind on display for him. you crumbled so easily, it was cute.

lando licked his lips and admired you. the shape of you, the feel of you, how hot your skin got when you were turned on. made his cock throb in his jeans. he didn't take him the victory this weekend, but he was going to take your pussy. which was almost as good as a trophy.

"get undressed or else you'll be leaving for the car in a lot less clothes." he remarked, "but i'd be you love that, huh? bare tits out across the paddock, covered in my bite marks. because you're just a little slut aren't you?"he noticed you covering your face with your hands, "don't hide your face from me. i'd hate to have to tie you up." he then grabbed your roughly and got your ass on the cushion your legs spread open as you forced yourself to hold onto the couch.

you looked beautiful.

"strip or it becomes shreds." lando said as he grasped his cock through his jeans, "and don't hide your face, got it?" he was dominating, putting you in your place. and it made you heavily aroused. and he knew it. he knew that you were a sick puppy that way.

you quickly got out of all of your clothes, you were left naked. lando preferred when you were naked, even in cases where you could be easily caught. he was certain that if someone caught sight of your bare tits while you rode him, you'd cum on the spot. dirty girl.

lando kept most of his clothes on, didn't need his round ass to be on the cover of most major sports papers tomorrow. he crowded in your space and braced his hands over the top of the couch, on either side of your head. he watched you swallow and he grinned like a wolf. "pretty little thing." he said, "see, things are much easier when you drop the bratty-act."

"i thought you loved a challenge." you remarked as you looked at him with a cute little wink. it only pulled lando in and he stroked his cock at the sight of your cute figure. you really were something else. naked on the couch, your breasts and cunt on full display for him. and yet, you remain defiant.

"i do, but i also love girls who know when to shut up and take it." he sank his cock into you. you let out a sweet moan and he chuckled lowly, "let's play a game: don't get caught. think you can do that? keep that whore mouth quiet while i fuck you?" he pushed to the base and shakily exhaled. he felt a stir in his gut while he admired you.

you felt hot all over a she started to move against you. your body didn't feel like your own, you were under lando's spell as he fucked you. you tensed up around him as you kept your legs open for him. there was something that ran hot through you. it wasn't fair, he made you a panting dog for him.

"a real bitch in heat, huh?" he chuckled lowly as he continued to move against you. he pressed into you harder, "pretty eye though, gotta keep them interested somehow. or else they'll hit and leave." he continued to move against you. his thrusts made you see stars. who allowed for him to be this hot. this painfully good at making you moan.

you let out a whine and he gave you a firm pat on the cheek, he'd never harm you. he'd just make his presence known, after all he was your boyfriend, your love, your dominant in your life. he was rough, but not abusive. he made you squirm and enjoyed the feeling of you under him. on the stupid couch they gave him, fucking tomorrow out of you.

there was something about him. the way he carried himself, the way he moved through your space. he wasn't like others, he was like no man you had been with before. he made you pant. whine and more of all, cum at the feeling of his cock inside of you. he could work with what he had and it often made you moaning with heated pleasure.

he looked at you, he kept his eyes on you as he fucked up into you. he held onto the couch while he thrusted up into you. he kept his expressions under control while your face displayed all the feelings of pleasure he was giving you. he loved how you looked, he made you feel heaven, why not enjoy it too?

"please, lando. fuck, i love you."

"and i love you, baby. look at you, you take my cock like a champ. can you believe it? i guess you put your money where your mouth is, silly little slut." he licked his lips as he continued to move against you. his thrusts were heavy and they left a certain cloudiness in his brain as he fucked the daylights out of you. you were a slut for him and he loved that, he loved that he could bend, twist and fuck you however he saw fit. it was a good feeling in his soul as he rutted against you.

he knew that you loved him, you loved him as deep as veins ran deep in the body. he knew you were needy for him, you yearned for his heavy cock inside of you. his breathing was heavy in your ear as eh moved against you, the feel was overwhelming and you tried so hard to keep quiet. you didn't want to be the front page tomorrow because your boyfriend decided to fuck you until you saw stars.

"that's it, baby." he said as he thrusted up into you, "you feel amazing. all mine, who let you feel this good. you got a pussy most would die for." his pace continued, "i need you beautiful, always in my heart as i ruin your fucking pussy." his words were heated as he fucked you. there was little time for tenderness as he ravaged you.

you kept your tone quiet as you held onto him, letting him fuck your sweet cunt. it was hard to keep quiet with the pace so quick and so erotic that it left your core quivering for him. you knew you weren't going to last much longer.

"gonna behave for me now, be a good girl for me?" he asked as he held your throat. he didn't choke you, he held you so you'd keep your eyes on him. as he continued to rut against you, the feeling was hot, the weight of his hand against you as he made your core flutter around him.

you nodded dumbly, not much else to say as he fucked you with a heated want. you reached out for him and clung to his t-shirt while you climaxed around his cock. you squeezed around him, eyes shut and held onto him tightly. he continued to fuck you, he fucked you through you orgasm and only grinned at the blissed out expression you had. you looked like a total dream, even in the heat of climax. he kissed your neck and fucked you roughly.

he was in total control and he felt the fire in his core as he moved against you. your wetness stained the front of his jeans, which only spurred him on to make you a panting, whiny mess. he eventually shut you up with a heated kiss and kept you pinned to the couch by your shoulders.

he was going to fuck the brattiness out of you, and with a few more heavy strokes of his hips he finished inside of you. he watched your eyes flutter close for a moment before you loosely held onto him. it was erotic to see you in a state of total bliss as he came. you two fit together beautifully and lando couldn't help but kiss your neck as he moved against you slower and let himself feel your entire body.

hands trailed across your sides before he held you hips tightly and pulled out of your cunt. he looked at you and exhaled deeply against your neck, "beautiful." he said with much more tenderness.

he looked at his soft cock and then to you. he then asked as he admired your messy expression. you were all blissed out from him. he patted your thigh and said, "now be a good girl and get dressed. you can louder in the hotel." <3

[moneytrixxx]

Good Girl | LN4

✨ summary ━━━━━━━ A quiet night in takes an unexpected turn when Y/n decides to spice things up, leading to a heated and intimate encounter that deepens her connection with Lando in ways neither of them anticipated.

✨ pairing ━━━━━━━ Lando Norris x she!reader

✨ word count ━━━━━━━ 5.4k

✨ warnings ━━━━━━━ +18, sexual content, unprotected sex, p in v, oral sex (f receiving), creampie

Based on this request.

The soft light of the TV flickered across the room, highlighting the sharp lines of Lando’s jaw and the gentle curve of Y/n’s lips. The movie they’d seen a dozen times before played in the background, its dialogue drowned out by the quiet hum of the city outside her apartment. Floor-to-ceiling windows framed the glittering skyline of London, but neither of them was looking at the view.

Y/n sat cross-legged on the couch, her body turned slightly toward Lando, though her gaze was fixed on the screen. She couldn’t focus. Not when his hand rested casually on her thigh, his thumb absently tracing small circles over the fabric of her leggings. It was maddening, that touch—light enough to tease, heavy enough to make her pulse quicken. She shifted, pretending to adjust her position, but the truth was she wanted to feel more of him. Needed it.

Lando, ever the observant one, noticed. A smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth as he leaned back into the cushions, his eyes never leaving her. “You good?” he asked, his voice low and laced with amusement.

“Fine,” she replied quickly, her tone clipped. Too clipped. She hated how easily he could unravel her composure. She prided herself on being strong, unshakable, but around him? That facade crumbled like sand slipping through her fingers.

He chuckled softly, the sound sending warmth pooling low in her stomach. “You’re not fine. You keep fidgeting.” His hand slid higher on her thigh, just enough to make her breath hitch. “What’s on your mind, love?”

She opened her mouth to protest, to deflect, but something in his gaze stopped her. Those piercing blue/green eyes saw right through her, always had. He knew her better than anyone else ever had, and it terrified her. But tonight… tonight she didn’t want to fight it. Tonight, she wanted to give in.

Swallowing hard, Y/n moved suddenly, shifting her body until she was straddling his lap. The sudden movement caught him off guard, and for a moment, his playful smirk faltered, replaced by something darker, hungrier. Her hands found their way to his shoulders, her fingers brushing against the base of his neck as she leaned in close, her lips hovering just above his ear.

“Tell me what you want me to do,” she whispered, her voice trembling with a mix of vulnerability and determination. “I wanna be a good girl for you.”

Lando froze, his breath catching audibly in his throat. She felt the tension ripple through his body, his hands tightening instinctively on her waist. When he finally spoke, his voice was rough, strained. “Y/n…”

Her heart hammered in her chest as she pulled back slightly, just enough to meet his gaze. His eyes were dark, pupils dilated, and she could see the hunger there, the barely restrained need. It mirrored her own. “Say it,” she urged, her voice soft but firm. “Tell me.”

For a moment, he seemed to wrestle with himself, his jaw clenching as if holding back a flood of words. Then, slowly, his hands slid up her sides, his thumbs brushing teasingly against the underside of her breasts. “You want to be good for me?” he murmured, his tone dripping with intent.

She nodded, biting her lower lip to stifle the whimper threatening to escape.

His smirk returned, sharper this time, more predatory. “Then take this off,” he said, tugging lightly at the hem of her oversized sweater. His voice was a command, but his touch was gentle, almost reverent.

Her hands trembled as she reached for the hem of her sweater, pulling it over her head and tossing it aside. The cool air of the apartment kissed her skin, raising goosebumps along her arms. Beneath, she wore only a simple black bralette, its lace detailing doing little to hide the hardened peaks of her nipples.

Lando’s eyes raked over her, his gaze burning with an intensity that made her thighs clench. “Beautiful,” he breathed, his hands sliding up to cup her breasts, his thumbs brushing over her nipples through the delicate fabric.

She gasped, arching into his touch, her nails digging into his shoulders. “Lando…”

“Shh,” he murmured, leaning in to press a kiss just below her jaw. “Let me take care of you.”

His lips trailed down her neck, each kiss sending sparks of electricity racing through her veins. His hands left her breasts, moving instead to her hips, gripping her firmly as he guided her movements. “Ride me,” he said, his voice low and commanding. “Slow. I want to feel all of you.”

Her breath hitched, the air between them thick with anticipation. Her fingers trembled as they found the button of his jeans, her movements slow and deliberate. Lando’s hands rested on her hips, steadying her, but he didn’t rush her. He let her take control, his gaze locked on hers, dark and unyielding. She undid the button, then the zipper, her fingertips brushing against the waistband of his boxers. The fabric gave way easily, and she reached inside, wrapping her hand around him. He wasn’t fully hard yet, but the weight of him in her palm sent a shiver down her spine. She could feel him stirring under her touch, responding to her closeness, her warmth. “You’re so soft,” she murmured, almost to herself, her thumb tracing the length of him. Her voice was barely above a whisper, but it carried enough weight to make his breath catch. Lando’s grip tightened on her hips, his jaw clenching as he fought to keep still. “Keep going,” he urged, his voice rough, strained. “Don’t stop.” She obeyed, shifting slightly to straddle him more fully. Her hand moved slowly, up and down, her touch firm but gentle. She watched his face, the way his eyelids fluttered, the way his lips parted as his breathing grew uneven. With every stroke, she felt him grow harder, thicker, until he was fully erect in her hand. “There you are,” she whispered, a small smile playing on her lips. She leaned forward, her chest brushing against his, her breath warm against his ear. “All for me.” His hands slid up her back, pulling her closer, his fingers tangling in her hair. “Y/n…” Her name came out as a groan, low and desperate.

She hesitated for only a moment before shifting off his lap, her legs trembling slightly as she stood. Lando’s hands lingered on her hips, his grip firm, as if reluctant to let her go. His gaze followed her every movement, dark and unyielding, a silent command that made her pulse race. She reached for the waistband of her leggings, her fingers fumbling with the fabric.

“Let me see you,” Lando said, his voice low and gravelly, his eyes never leaving her. His words were quiet but heavy, a quiet demand that sent a shiver down her spine.

Y/n’s breath hitched as she tugged the leggings down her legs, letting them pool at her feet. She stepped out of them, her bare skin exposed to the cool air of the apartment. Her hands hovered at the edges of her lace underwear, her cheeks flushed with a mix of arousal and hesitation.

“All of it,” Lando murmured, his tone leaving no room for negotiation. His lips parted slightly, his chest rising and falling with each breath as he watched her.

She nodded, swallowing hard as she hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her underwear and slid them down to join her leggings on the floor. Completely bare now, she could feel the weight of his gaze on her, searing every inch of her skin. 

Her breath hitched as she leaned over, pulling open the drawer of the coffee table. Her fingers brushed against the smooth foil of the condom wrapper, its cool texture grounding her in the moment. She retrieved it with trembling hands, the faint crinkle of the packaging breaking the quiet tension in the room.

Sliding back into position, she tore the wrapper open with practiced care, the latex smooth and cool as she rolled it down his length. Her touch was deliberate, almost reverent, her fingers steadying as she ensured everything was perfectly in place.

Lando let out a sharp exhale, his grip tightening on her hips, his fingertips pressing into her skin with a possessive intensity. His gaze locked onto hers, dark and unwavering, the weight of his desire clear in every breath.

"There you are," she murmured, her voice a mix of satisfaction and playful confidence as she leaned closer, her lips hovering near his. "All protected. All mine." She then stood still for a moment, letting him take her in, before stepping forward again and settling back onto his lap.

Then, rising up on her knees, she positioned herself over him, her body trembling with anticipation. Slowly, inch by agonizing inch, she sank down onto him, her breath catching as he filled her completely. A soft moan escaped her lips as she settled into his lap, her thighs pressing against his. Their bodies fit together perfectly, as if they were made for this, for each other.

Lando’s head fell back against the couch, a guttural sound escaping his throat. His hands gripped her hips tightly, guiding her movements as she began to rock against him. “Fuck, Y/n…” he breathed, his voice ragged. “Just like that.” She moved slowly at first, savoring the feeling of him inside her, the way he stretched her, filled her. Her hips rising and falling with deliberate precision, each motion drawing a low groan from Lando’s throat. His hands gripped her waist, guiding her rhythm, but his eyes were fixed on her chest, the way her breasts swayed with every movement. The black lace bralette clung to her skin, barely containing her as she rocked against him.

“Take it off,” he commanded, his voice rough, almost guttural. His fingers traced the edge of the fabric, teasing but not touching. “I want to see you.” Her breath hitched, but she obeyed without hesitation. Reaching behind her back, she unhooked the clasp and let the bralette fall away, exposing herself fully to him. Her nipples hardened instantly under his gaze, the cool air brushing against her sensitive skin. Lando’s eyes darkened, his lips parting as he drank in the sight of her. “Fuck, Y/n…” His hands slid up to cup her breasts, his thumbs brushing over her nipples, eliciting a sharp gasp from her. “Play with them for me.” Her cheeks flushed, but she didn’t hesitate. Bringing her hands to her chest, she pushed her breasts together, her fingers pinching and rolling her nipples as she continued to move on top of him. The sensation sent sparks racing through her body, her moans growing louder with each passing second.

Lando watched her intently, his breathing ragged, his grip tightening on her hips. “That’s it, love. Just like that.” His voice was thick with praise, and it only spurred her on further. She loved this—loved how much control he had over her, how much pleasure he could draw from her with just his words. Leaning forward, Lando captured one nipple in his mouth, sucking hard enough to make her cry out. His tongue swirled around the sensitive peak, alternating between gentle licks and sharp pulls that had her trembling above him. His free hand reached up to tease her other breast, his fingers mimicking the motions of his mouth. Y/n was a mess, her movements becoming erratic as pleasure coiled tight in her core. “Lando… oh god…” she whimpered, her nails digging into his shoulders as she clung to him. “I can’t… I can’t…” “You can,” he growled against her skin, his teeth grazing her nipple before soothing it with his tongue. “You’re doing so well for me, Y/n. Such a good girl.” His praise sent a shiver down her spine, her body responding instinctively to his words. She loved this—loved being obedient for him, loved how he made her feel wanted, cherished, *his*. Her pace quickened, her hips rolling in a rhythm that had them both gasping for air, their bodies moving together in perfect harmony.But as the tension built, her pace quickened, her hips rolling in a rhythm that had them both gasping for air. Her nails dug into his shoulders, her body arching as pleasure coiled tight in her core. “Lando…” she whimpered, her voice breaking as she clung to him. “I… I can’t…” “Yes, you can,” he growled, his hands tightening on her hips, urging her on. “Come for me, love. Let go.” And she did. With a cry, her body shuddered, waves of pleasure crashing over her as she fell apart in his arms. Lando followed soon after, his own release tearing through him with a force that left him breathless, his grip on her hips bruising as he held her close. For a moment, neither of them moved, their bodies still connected, their breaths mingling in the quiet room. Then, slowly, Y/n collapsed against his chest, her head resting on his shoulder as she tried to catch her breath.

Lando’s grip on her hips loosened as she slumped against him, their chests rising and falling in unison, the heat of their bodies still mingling in the air. His fingers brushed the damp strands of hair sticking to her forehead, tucking them behind her ear with a gentleness that contrasted the intensity of moments before. Slowly, almost reluctantly, he shifted beneath her, his hands guiding her hips just enough so he could slip out of her. The sensation made her shudder, a faint whimper escaping her lips as she remained draped over him.

His eyes stayed on her as he reached between them, his fingers deftly rolling the condom down and off. He tied it quickly at the top, a practiced motion, before tossing it aside onto the carpet, the quiet thud barely audible over the sound of their breathing. Y/n didn’t move from his lap, her legs still straddling him, her body still trembling faintly from the aftershocks.

Lando’s arms wrapped around her again, pulling her closer as he pressed a soft kiss to her temple. His hands trailed up her back, fingertips tracing the curve of her spine, his touch soothing yet possessive, as if to remind her she was still his, even in the quiet aftermath.

“You’re incredible,” he murmured, his voice filled with both awe and tenderness. “Every time, you amaze me.”

Y/n smiled faintly, her eyelids growing heavy as she let her head rest against his shoulder. “I just… wanted to be a good girl for you.”

He chuckled softly, his chest rumbling beneath her. “Oh, love,” he said, his tone laced with affection, “you’re more than good. You’re perfect.”

The room was still steeped in the heavy, sated air of their lovemaking. Y/n’s skin was still flush with warmth, her body humming with the echoes of pleasure that Lando had drawn from her. His fingers traced lazy patterns along her spine, the touch so light it felt like a whisper, yet it sent shivers cascading down her back. She pressed herself closer to him, her head resting against his chest, listening to the steady rhythm of his heartbeat—a soothing counterpoint to the chaos of her own thoughts.

Lando’s hand paused at the base of her neck, his fingers curling gently around her nape. His lips brushed against the top of her head, the gesture tender but laced with something more—something possessive, something that made her stomach flutter.

“You know what happens to a good girl like you after this?” he murmured, his voice low and rough, the sound of it vibrating through her like a second heartbeat.

She lifted her head slightly, her eyes meeting his. Those blue/green eyes, always so full of mischief and warmth, were dark now, pupils blown wide with something that made her breath catch in her throat. “What?” she whispered, her voice barely audible, her lips still tingling from the way he’d kissed her so thoroughly just moments ago.

“She gets spoiled,” he replied, his hands sliding to cradle her face. His thumbs brushed her cheekbones, the touch gentle but deliberate, as if he were memorizing the contours of her face. “Completely spoiled.”

Her lips curved into a soft smile, though the warmth in her cheeks betrayed her. “Spoiled how?” she asked, her voice teasing, though the way her pulse quickened under his gaze gave her away.

He leaned closer, his forehead resting gently against hers, their breaths mingling in the short space between them. “First, by me making sure you’re completely taken care of,” he murmured, his tone dripping with promise. “Every muscle relaxed, every part of you feeling nothing but pleasure. And then…” His hands slid down to her lower back, applying just enough pressure to make her arch slightly into his touch. “By showing you exactly how much I adore you—again and again.”

Her breath hitched at his words, a blush creeping up her neck, spreading across her chest. Despite the exhaustion settling in her muscles, she felt a renewed surge of energy, her body already anticipating his next move.

“Lando…” she whispered, her voice trembling slightly, caught between disbelief and need.

He grinned, the corners of his mouth curving in that signature playful smirk that always undid her. “Still want to be my good girl?” he asked, his hands moving with deliberate precision, reigniting every dormant nerve ending with his touch.

She nodded, unable to form coherent words as she pressed herself closer to him, her body already answering for her.

“Good,” he murmured, his voice low and filled with intent. “Because I’m not done with you yet.”

And with that, he shifted, his hands gripping her waist as he carefully lifted her off him. She let out a soft gasp as he laid her back against the couch, her body sinking into the plush cushions. 

His eyes stayed locked on hers, unwavering, as he knelt between her thighs. The weight of his gaze was heavy, possessive, and it sent a wave of electricity down her spine. His hands slid up her legs, the calloused pads of his fingers leaving a trail of fire in their wake, slow and deliberate.

She couldn’t control the shiver that ran through her body, her muscles tensing then relaxing under his touch. His smirk crept back, wicked and knowing, as his eyes darkened. The air between them thickened, charged with a tension that made her pulse quicken, her body instinctively arching toward his.

“Spread for me,” he commanded, his voice firm but soft, the kind of tone that made her body obey before her mind could catch up.

She did as he asked, her legs falling open, her heart pounding in her chest as he leaned down, his lips brushing against the inside of her thigh. His breath was warm against her skin, and she could feel the heat of him, the promise of what was to come.

“Lando…” she breathed, her hands gripping the pillows beneath her, her body already trembling.

“Shh,” he murmured, his lips trailing higher, closer, until he was right there, his breath ghosting over her most sensitive spot. “Let me take care of you.”

His tongue darted out, a soft, teasing lick that made her hips jerk off. He chuckled darkly, his hands gripping her thighs to hold her in place. “Stay still,” he ordered, his voice low and rough, the kind of tone that sent sparks racing through her veins.

She bit her lip, trying to obey, but it was impossible when his mouth was on her, his tongue working her in slow, deliberate strokes that had her moaning within seconds. He took his time, savoring her, his tongue flicking and swirling in ways that made her see stars. Her hands tangled in his hair, tugging lightly, but he didn’t falter, didn’t speed up. He kept his pace maddeningly slow, drawing out every ounce of pleasure until she was a writhing, incoherent mess beneath him.

“Please…” she whimpered, her voice breaking as she arched into him, her body trembling on the edge.

His lips pulled away from her with a soft, wet sound, leaving her trembling, her body arching off the couch in desperation. His tongue ran across his bottom lip, savoring her taste, his eyes heavy with a heat that matched her own. Hungry. Unrelenting. His hand moved between his legs, calloused fingers wrapping around the base of his cock with a practiced ease, already semi-hard from how much she’d unraveled beneath him. The sight of her—legs spread, chest heaving, her arousal glistening under the dim light—was enough to make him throb in his own grip.

He began to stroke himself slowly, his eyes locked on hers, his other hand still gripping her thigh, pinning her in place. Every pull of his hand drew a soft groan from his lips, the sound raw and unfiltered, and she couldn’t tear her eyes away from the way he worked himself, already so hard again. The thick vein running along his length pulsed under the rhythm of his strokes, the taut skin glistening with the same heat that pooled between her thighs.

Her breath hitched, her core clenching in response, and she could feel the dampness trickle down, making her squirm under his gaze. “Lando…” His name came out as a strangled whimper, her hands clutching at the cushions, her hips lifting off the couch as if begging for more.

He smirked, that wicked, confident curve of his lips that always melted her resolve. “What do you want, love?” His voice was low, rough with the edge of lust, but it wasn’t just lust—it was something deeper, something possessive. His thumb circled the head of his cock, smearing the bead of precum that had gathered there, and she shuddered, her eyes fixated on the motion.

“Tell me,” he demanded, his voice sharp yet so sweet it made her whine. One hand remained on his cock, the other sliding back between her legs, his fingers brushing over her soaked folds, teasing but not giving her what she needed. He pressed one finger against her clit, rubbing in slow, deliberate circles, and her hips bucked, her moan loud and unfiltered.

Her lips parted, her words sluggish, her mind too fogged with want to think straight. “I want… I want you…” Her voice trembled, her gaze flickering between his face and the way his hand moved over himself, each stroke making him harder, more ready for her.

“Where?” he pressed, his fingers dipping between her folds, sliding through her wetness before pulling away again, leaving her clenching around nothing. His hand on his cock tightened, his pace quickening, and she could see the tension building in his body, the way his abs flexed, the corded muscles in his arms straining with every stroke.

Her breath came in shallow gasps, her thighs shaking as she tried to keep herself open for him. “Inside me… please.”

His groan was primal, his body drawn toward hers like a magnet. “Fuck, baby,” he rasped, his breath shallow, the head of his cock nudging against her entrance. But he didn’t push in—not yet. Instead, he let his tip glide along her folds, teasing her clit with every pass, the sensation making her cry out, her hands clawing at the couch cushions.

“Say it again,” he growled, his voice thick with need, his hand still wrapped around himself, squeezing the base of his shaft as if to stop himself from losing control.

“Please, Lando… inside me.” Her voice was barely a whisper, her body trembling with the effort of holding herself together.

He rewarded her with a single thrust, the head of his cock sliding into her just enough to make her feel the stretch, the heat, the sheer size of him. A low moan escaped her lips, and he pulled back, teasing her entrance again, his thumb rubbing her clit in tandem with the slow, torturous glide of his cock.

“Fuck, you’re so tight,” he groaned, his pace on his own length faltering as he focused on her, on the way her body reacted to him, the way her hips lifted off the couch, desperate for more. “And so fucking wet.”

He angled his hips, pushing into her again, deeper this time, the stretch making her gasp, her hands flying to his biceps, her nails digging into his skin. “More…” she whimpered, her voice breaking as he retreated again, leaving her clenching around his emptiness.

“You want more, baby?” His voice was pure sin, his lips brushing over her neck, his breath hot against her skin as he teased her with every gentle thrust. “Then show me how much you need me.”

The challenge in his tone made her hips jerk, and she clawed at his back, her legs wrapping around his waist, pulling him into her. “Please, Lando…” her voice cracked, her body trembling beneath him.

“Good girl,” he rasped, his mouth crashing onto hers, swallowing her moans as he thrust into her fully, filling her completely. “That’s it, love,” he murmured, his breath warm against her skin. “Take it. Take all of me.”

She could only nod, her body arching into his, her nails digging into his back as he drove her higher and higher. The pace was relentless,, his hips snapping against hers with a force that left her breathless. She could feel the tension coiling tighter and tighter in her core, every nerve in her body alight with pleasure.

“Lando… I can’t…” she gasped, her body trembling, every muscle coiled tight as the pressure built inside her. Her nails dug into his back, her hips arching desperately against his, chasing the release that hovered just out of reach.

He slowed, pulling back slightly, his breath ragged against her ear. “I’m close,” he growled, his voice thick with restraint. “I need to pull out—”

Her hands shot up, gripping his shoulders tightly, stopping him mid-motion. “No,” she breathed, her voice shaking but firm. “Don’t pull out. Stay inside me.”

Lando froze, his eyes locking onto hers, wide with surprise. This was new—this was *different*. They’d always been careful, always used protection. But now, her words hung in the air between them, raw and unguarded. His chest heaved as he searched her face, his expression a mix of disbelief and something deeper—something possessive, primal.

“Are you sure?” he asked, his voice rough, his hips still pressed flush against hers, not daring to move until he had her answer.

She nodded, her lips parting as she fought for breath. “Yes. I want you to… I want all of you.”

A low groan escaped him, his forehead dropping to hers as he cupped her face in his hands. “Fuck, love,” he whispered, his voice trembling with emotion. “You have no idea what this means to me. Letting me claim you like this…”

She shivered at his words, her body responding to the intensity in his tone. “Please, Lando,” she begged, her legs tightening around his waist, pulling him deeper. “I need you.”

That was all it took. With a growl, he surged forward, his thrusts growing harder, faster, each one driving her closer to the edge. His hands gripped her hips, holding her steady as he pounded into her, the sound of their bodies colliding filling the room.

“That’s it,” he murmured, his voice dark and commanding. “Take it, love. Take everything I give you.”

Her moans grew louder, her fingers clawing at his back as the tension inside her snapped. She came with a cry, her body convulsing around him, waves of pleasure crashing over her in relentless succession. He followed her over the edge, his hips stuttering as he buried himself deep inside her, his release hot and unrestrained.

For a moment, they stayed like that, locked together, their breaths mingling as they rode out the aftershocks. When he finally pulled back to look at her, his eyes were soft, filled with awe and something that made her heart ache.

“You’re incredible,” he whispered, brushing a strand of hair from her face. “Letting me have you like that… trusting me like that. You’re my good girl, aren’t you?”

She flushed, her cheeks burning, but she didn’t look away. Instead, she nodded, her lips curving into a shy smile. “Yours,” she murmured, her voice barely audible.

He kissed her then, slow and deep, his hands cradling her face like she was something precious. And as they lay there, tangled together in the aftermath, she knew she’d never felt more wanted, more cherished, in her life.

She lay boneless beneath him, her body still trembling from the intensity of her release. He carefully pulled out of her and tucked her against his side, pressing a kiss to her forehead.

Her body shuddered as she felt him slip out of her, the sensation sending a soft moan from her lips. A warm trickle of his release leaked down her thighs, the evidence of their passion both intimate and primal. Lando’s breath hitched as his gaze locked onto it, his eyes darkening with a mix of possessiveness and raw adoration.

“Look at you,” he murmured, his voice low and reverent, as though he couldn’t believe she was here, like this, with him. He reached out, his fingertips brushing lightly against the corner of her wound, tracing the trail with a touch so tender it made her quiver. “Taking me so well. You’re perfect like this.”

She blushed deeply, her skin heating under his gaze, her body still tingling from the intensity of what they’d just shared. She shifted slightly, her legs instinctively pressing together, but his hand stopped her, his touch firm but gentle.“Don’t,” he whispered, his eyes never leaving hers. “Let me see you. Let me take care of you.” 

His praise wrapped around her like a warm embrace, her shyness melting under his unwavering attention. She nodded, her lips trembling as she fought to find her voice. “Lando…” His name came out as a soft plea, a mix of vulnerability and something deeper, something that tied them together in this moment beyond just the physical.

“My good girl,” he murmured, leaning down to press a kiss to her forehead before trailing his lips down to her cheek, her jaw, her neck. Each kiss felt like a promise, a reaffirmation of everything they’d just shared. “So beautiful. So perfect for me.” He propped himself on his elbow, his fingers brushing away the hair that clung to her damp skin, his gaze softening as he looked at her. 

“I’ve got you, love,” he whispered, his voice steady and sure. “Always.” She snuggled into his side, her body still humming from the intensity of their connection. Her eyes fluttered shut, exhaustion creeping in, but a playful smirk tugged at her lips.

“Two rounds,” she murmured, her voice teasing and light, though it carried a hint of pride. “I got two rounds out of you tonight.”

Lando chuckled, the sound rumbling deep in his chest. His hand paused on her arm, his thumb brushing over her skin in slow, lazy circles. “Don’t get too cocky, love. You might’ve worn me out, but I’m not done spoiling you yet.”

Her smirk widened, and she tilted her head to look up at him, her eyes glinting with mischief. “Round three, then?”

He groaned, half-laughing, half-exasperated, as he leaned down to press a kiss to her forehead. “Later,” he promised, his voice thick with amusement. “My dick’s officially retired for the night. Give it a few hours, yeah? Then we’ll see about round three.”

She giggled softly, the sound muffled against his chest as she nestled closer. “Fine. But don’t think I’m letting you off the hook that easily.”

“Wouldn’t dream of it,” he replied, his tone warm and affectionate. He pulled the blanket over them, wrapping them both in a cocoon of warmth and safety. His arms tightened around her, holding her close as if he never wanted to let go.

She fell asleep in his embrace, a smile lingering on her lips as she floated on a cloud of contentment. Safe. Loved. Wanted. And though she didn’t know what the morning would bring—whether his tenderness would hold through the night or if the daylight would reveal the cracks in their differences—she allowed herself this moment. This peace. Because right now, wrapped in his arms, she felt like she could conquer anything. Even the uncertainty of tomorrow.

[moneytrixxx]

damn. didn't know i need this to happen irl. AND that bicep is looking real biteable whoah

Shower | Lando Norris Imagine

Rating / genre: M (18+); smut, fluff

Pairings: Reader x Lando Norris

Summary: Y/N and Lando have soft shower sex.

Warnings: Explicit smut, explicit talk, oral (m receiving), unprotected vaginal penetration (don’t do it!!! stay safe!), hair grabbing, swallowing, use of pet names

AN: domestic Lando, because I'm a sucker for domesticity <3. also..not me and yet another shower sex fic. also pt.2..am I back? I don't know, just wanted to write about Lando. enjoy x

Word Count: 2 517 words

This is a work of fiction. The story, names, characters and incidents either are product or the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

You had it coming for a while, you knew it in the back of your mind. And it’s not like you weren’t looking forward to it, but just that the urges, that were slowly growing stronger for Lando, inside of you took a backseat as real world deadlines threatened to overcome you.

Lando had been staying home a lot more than usual, and found himself with a rare two-week break between races, a welcome pause in the relentless pace of the Formula 1 calendar. After months of high-pressure performances and grueling travel schedules, the weariness has started to catch up with him, coupled with the need to be with you and make up for the lost time, due to his hectic schedule, caused him to not want to leave the house. 

Coming back from work every evening, you were greeted with the sight of him whipping up something simple but delicious for you to feast on, his eyes getting all crinkled up as a smile covered his face whenever he heard you yell “I'm home!”. He was playing the part of a perfect boyfriend to the T and you really couldn’t have been more thankful for everything that he was doing for you, even though you couldn’t always say it out loud. 

But behind his loving exterior was something he wasn’t really telling you, for fear of coming across as selfish when he could clearly see the amount of stress you were already in. You weren’t blind though and just like him, you too could see that he was in need of some affection and some attention, was in need of someone telling him he did well on the circuit and was still doing well at home, and you also knew you were that someone. 

You could feel it in his touch, lingering just a second longer than necessary, his fingers dipping under the hem of your shirt to rest against your skin. You could feel it in his kisses, turning hot and fervent despite starting out as soft and gentle. You knew he needed it and you knew he wasn’t going to be explicit enough and say it out loud nor was he going to pressure you into doing something you didn’t have the energy to do. 

Yet upon hearing the slow pitter-patter of water as you came back home, you had found your feet leading you towards the bathroom, your heart picking up its pace at the thought of Lando taking a shower. The bathroom door unlocked as always, his steamy silhouette could be seen through the glass wall. You couldn’t tell what came over you in that moment, but before you could stop yourself, your hands were moving on their own, getting rid of your clothing piece by piece, until you were naked. 

Your hand came resting against the glass as you peeked inside, taking in the sight in front of you. Lando looks gorgeous, the water trickling down his body and hugging him at all the right places, his shoulders and hipbones, making you want to lick the wetness away. The sight alone is enough to make you press your legs closer together, a need growing inside of you as you take your time admiring the beauty that is your boyfriend. 

Lando had his head under the water, his wet curls sticking to his forehead and the side of his face, his mouth slightly parted to let the warm water hit his tongue as he was lost in thought. And to say that he was beyond surprised when he opened his eyes and found you on the other side of the glass, naked and looking nothing but breathtaking to him, would be an understatement. A groan escapes his lips under his breath as he stares at you, his eyes trailing down, taking in your completely naked body and swallowing thickly, a hunger rising in him, just looking at you.

That is, until a voice snaps you out of your thoughts, your eyes meeting Lando’s as he calls you out. 

“Baby?” He murmurs, his voice sounding low as the water still hitting his face causes his words to come out muffled, but you could still hear that his tone was filled with need and anticipation. His left hand moves from where it was against the wall to press against the glass, his eyes meeting yours. There’s a silent conversation happening between you within just that moment, his eyes full of want, making his desire for you clear.

"I'm home" you say in a soft murmur.

“Yeah I can see that..” Lando mutters, his eyes still glued to you through the glass, his mouth going dry as his eyes rake you up and down, taking in every inch of you as if it was the first time he was seeing you like that. He was trying to focus hard on not letting his eyes linger between your legs, because the thought of it already has his brain short circuit.

“You want to join me in here?” He questions, his fingers tapping the glass lightly, giving a small smirk.

Lando can’t fight the grin that appears on his face as you nod, his mind already racing over what the two of you would do. He grabs the shower glass and pushes it open, his arms spreading out towards you as a silent invitation for you to come inside. He can’t wait to touch you again, to feel your skin against his, to hear your soft moans, but even amidst all of that he still has a tiny voice inside his head reminding him that you’re probably tired.

Lando closes the glass door back when you make your way inside, and all it takes is a couple of seconds for him to pull you into his chest against his wet, warm body, his strong arms wrapping around you gently. He lets out a sigh, his shoulders slumping slightly as he buries his face into your neck, the stress melting away from him just from having you close. His hands move up and down against your wet back, the water trickling between you.

He can tell what you’re planning and while it is something he’s been craving all these past days or weeks, now that you were right in front of him, he feels as if just having you so close to him is enough. And so he decides to show you, placing the softest of kisses to your crown as his grip tightens around your waist, the sensation making you lift your head up from his chest, a smile on your face. 

“You are so beautiful.” Lando whispers and that’s all you need to lose your footing. 

Before either of you can realize, your lips are moving in sync with his, a rhythm both familiar and new, being set up as you dance around your desires. You don’t know who started it, but it’s not like it matters anyway. All you can think of in that moment is the way his tongue explores every inch of your mouth, his teeth digging into your bottom lip as you get lost in the love only he can give you. And it’s the same for Lando, his senses getting overwhelmed as he finds himself getting high on you, on the way you make him feel. You’re all he could ever want and more, and every time you touch him, it feels like you’re reminding him of the reason he’s alive. 

So he takes it in his stride, finally letting go of his fears and his worries, completely losing himself in you, in the love he feels for you. His hands roam all over your water-covered body, from your cheeks to your neck to your breasts and hips, and he takes his sweet time caressing and feeling every single one of them, just like you do too, your own hands lying pressed flat against his toned body. You touch him everywhere, letting your focus shift from his hair to his biceps to the round cheeks of his ass, and as you do so, you also find yourself pulling away from his lips, kissing down his body, crouching lower and lower till you’re on your knees in front of him. 

The sight makes something turn on inside of Lando’s brain, his hands making their way to your cheeks again. But this time, he’s just a little more assertive, pulling you closer to his crotch, because he can tell you already have eyes for his cock. 

“Want a taste?” he asks, his voice hoarse already and a lazy smirk playing on his lips. You can only nod at that, biting your lip as you lean in, placing a kiss to his tip. And from the sigh that escapes from Lando’s mouth at the small gesture, you know it’s just like the first time for him, over and over again. 

“Then suck on it, baby.” his voice calls out again, pulling you out of your thoughts. 

With that, your hands are quick to get wrapped around his shaft as you take him into your mouth, making him throw his head back in the slightest of pleasure. As your tongue begins to roll around his head, you make sure to savor the heavenly taste of his finest delicacy, your teeth grazing against his flesh as you decide to make up for the time and the rounds you’ve lost out on. 

His tip was already leaking, his body eagerly reacting to your touch, the anticipation building within him. He swallowed, his words caught in his throat, all he could do was let out a groan in response. His hips instinctively moved forward, pushing his cock further into your mouth, his body seeking more pleasure, more of you. He was powerless to the sensations coursing through him, every swipe of your tongue sending a jolt of pleasure through him.

"More," he found himself whispering, his voice rough "I want you to swirl your tongue around the tip, take it into your mouth, then-" he whispered, his eyes flicking down to you, the intensity in his gaze burning with need "Push your tongue into the slit, please.” 

Lando's body tensed, a low groan escaping him as you did as he asked, his eyes falling shut, his face flushed, his jaw clenched in an effort to hold back.

"Good girl," he groaned, his words husky, his voice filled with appreciation and a hint of dominance. 

Lando's eyes fluttered shut, a low moan escaping him as your free hand found his balls. His body tensed, his fingers gripping your hair a little tighter, his hips instinctively pushing forward in a shallow thrust.

"That's right," he growled, his voice filled with need, his words a husky rasp as he tried to control himself, his body trembling. 

As you pick up the pace, your surroundings fade away, the sound of the water acting as background music while you continue to give head to Lando, enjoying the effect you have on him. His hands guide you along, resting at your head, as your own take to worship his cock, your cheeks hollowed out to the max. Maybe it’s the lack of touch that he’s been forced to go through for the past weeks, or maybe it’s the way you seem so determined on bringing him to his knees, but Lando can’t seem to control the urge to cum right then and there, his body involuntarily thrusting his dick right down your throat and making you choke. 

“Go faster, please.” he groans, pretty sounds emanating from deep inside his chest as you oblige, going faster and harder as you begin deepthroating him. Countdown from ten in your head and that’s all you need to have him lose it, his seed seeping into your mouth as you lap every bit up. He tastes just as you remember or maybe even better because it’s been so long. As the last drops trickle down your throat, you let out a sigh of satisfaction, licking your lips before gripping his thighs to pull yourself back up. 

Your eyes meet his and you don’t miss the way he smiles at you, and you can’t help but ask, “Was I good?” and make him chuckle at your cuteness. 

“Incredible as always, love.” Lando says, leaning in to catch your lips in another kiss, his body weight pushing you flat against the glass wall. Maybe it’s you imagining things, but he somehow tastes even sweeter now, the aftertaste of his cum still fresh on your tongue as you make out with him once more. Parting your mouth open with his own tongue, he doesn’t leave a single spot untouched as his cock prods around your heat, silently seeking entrance. 

And you’re only too keen on granting him that, a whimper making its way out of you as you wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him closer than closer. 

“I n- need you..” you whine, kissing him harder as you feel yourself grow more needy by the second. Lucky for you though, your boyfriend is a great listener, listening to your demand as he thrusts himself into you, penetrating into your pussy at long last. He feels so delicious like that, moving in and out of you as your thighs squeeze around his, your walls tightening around his length as he fills you up with himself. 

You’re a moaning, struggling mess within seconds, the water making everything foggy and slippery as he continues to thrust in you, massaging all the right places you didn’t even know existed inside of you up until you started dating. Every move of his hips, as they roll against yours, sends you into a frenzy, gibberish rolling off your tongue as he starts speeding up more and more. Your bodies mold into one as you claw at each other’s skin, wanting to be as close to the other as possible. You’re in bliss at that moment, the pent up stress from work and the sexual frustration finally coming to the fore and bursting like a bubble as you make love. 

He cums first, his cock still sensitive from your lip-service as his load fills you up to the brim, his thrusts not stopping as he leads you to your own orgasm. It feels like an eternity and like a single second at the same time, your sense of being completely distorted as you focus only on the pleasure, your nails digging into the skin of his back as he pumps into you one last time, making you ride out your climax in style and leaving you panting for air. 

As a new slew of moans racks through your body, he vows to drown them out in a kiss with his hands holding you in place. When he pulls away, the expression on his face is the most lovesick one you’ve ever seen. 

“Thank you.” is all he says, but it’s enough to fill your heart up with warmth as he pulls away, ready to dry you up and lead you to the bed for another round.

[moneytrixxx]

No Better Than A Man - LN

Summary: Lando gives his girlfriend a Whoop band and notices that she's having random spikes in heart rate frequently through the day and after figuring why he's going to get her to spill everything.

Themes/warnings: Smut 18+, edging, slightly weaponising of sex but it's not that serious or malicious, very banter heavy relationship

Word count: 1.8k

Lando really just got y/n a Whoop band so she could match him and so he could maybe protectively make sure she's getting enough sleep and check her heart rate. It was entirely motivated by love and care but now there's something that has caught his attention.

Her heart rate just randomly spikes through the day. Then usually drops a few minutes later but other times it takes a while to settle back down and he can't figure out what is happening.

Y/n isn't actually aware of Lando's tracking of her heart rate, not that she'd care. Or she wouldn't till he began to test out things to see if he could trigger the same response.

Until finally...

"You are filth." Lando comments removing his hand from her neck and earning an alarmed expression since while in a certain tone that might be dirty talk, that's certainly not how he intended it.

"What?"

"How often do you get turned on through the day?"

Y/n obviously not expecting that question of all possible questions, she can't even form the words to question what the hell he's talking about.

"I'm not!"

"Liar." Lando smirks while she huffs crossing her arms. "I've been trying to figure it out for weeks. What was making you have these spontaneous spikes in heart rate?" He continues with the rhetorical question which only earns a scoff and eye roll.

"It's weird to spy on someone's heart rate-that's very personal." Y/n states taking off the whoop band.

"Baby...some of the stuff I do to you is very personal but you aren't complaining when-"

"Enough." Y/n groans covering her face though she can't help but make a snarky dig just for her own pride. "Perv."

"I think you're the perv. What you looking at, at 10 in the morning when I'm not around that's getting you excited?"

"Nothing-maybe I'm just thinking about you." Y/n mumbles feeling her face getting hot while Lando continues to poke and prod her for answers that are the truth. "Do you not have literally anything else to do?"

"I'll drop it...if you out the band back on."

Y/n huffs but agrees to his terms because she just wants him to shut up. Lando smirks very cockily as she raises her wrist and he places the whoop back around it securing it as he steals a kiss then leans over to her ear.

"Don't get shy on me now baby." Lando whispers then placing some lingering kisses beneath her ear and down her jaw in the hollow of her neck.

Annoyingly he might not always know exactly what's turning her on, but he does know certain things that turn her on and he enjoys using that to his advantage. But he also intends to be paying attention to what turns her on that he's unaware of as of right now.

-

Lando had managed to rig his phone to alert him of changes in y/n's heart rate. So even when he couldn't touch his phone, he knew exactly what times and how many times she was getting excited.

"How turned on do you get just from seeing me get into the car?" Lando teases earning a groan. "Save those moans for later, baby."

"I intend to make use of it all." Lando shrugs making her grumble. "What was it? I'm curious-it is me isn't it?"

"Yes."

"You answered that too quickly." Lando grumbles while y/n huffs at him being eyed harshly before Lando gasps. "It's not always me?!"

"It's not that simple-and don't pretend you only ever get turned on by me. Some stuff is involuntary." Y/n whines while Lando shakes his head.

"I do only get turned on by you now. Maybe when we were very early." Lando argues then smirking a little. "So what turns you on involuntarily?"

Y/n swallows thickly as she looks at him and his hand slowly creeps up her thigh, fingertips brush the exposed skin as he leans in and she closes the space desperate for his touch and when his fingers slide into her with ease, there's no doubt in Lando's mind she's been needing relief all day.

Whether he'll give it to her or not is another thing.

Within a minute the wetness on his hand is audible and y/n is whimpering as she grinds her hips down into his hand, quickly getting closer and closer to her orgasm as she whines. Her high nears as he head drops back and her stomach starts to tense.

Then suddenly his hand is removed and Lando has to stop her from toppling over when her upper body swings forward from the loss.

"Tell me what turns you on baby?"

"Not this. Lando, please." Y/n whines absolutely despising being edged but Lando knows that and that's exactly why he's doing it.

"Tell me, baby. I'll make you feel so good if you tell me." Lando states in a breathy voice like this might be paining him just as much as it pains her. "I'll give you one orgasm for every time you've been turned on if you tell me exactly what I want to know."

"Anything-everything." Y/n tries but they both know that answer isn't nearly good enough for Lando to give her what she's looking for.

"Come on baby, you can do better than that." Lando chuckles as his hand returns to her pussy, fingers sliding into her, brushing her g-spot and rebuilding the progress that had settled down without his touch.

She goes quiet at the return of his touch, too focused on the waves of pleasure building up in her stomach as the muscles tense chasing her high again. But just as she's on the edge, his hand pulls away and Lando's other hand actually has to come up and muffle a scream of frustration.

They are still in the hospitality unit and while plenty of the team of overhead Lando and y/n's indiscretions, he prefers to at least try and keep it quiet.

"I'm not letting you out of here with even one until you tell me."

He can see tears of desperation and frustration building up in her eyes, the lust clouding her pupils already but he can see the internal conflict.

"You want to cum, you tell me what I want to know."

Some people would question why it matters so much. So he has a horny girlfriend, so what? Just take advantage of that.

But Lando, like many of the F1 drivers, is a control freak when it comes to certain things and for some reason he just can't let this go and because of that y/n needs to tell him.

"Come on, baby. Think of how good you're going to feel."

He slowly removes his hand hoping she'll spill the information in a rush of information that he's more than ready to hear.

"It really it anything." Y/n pants dropping her head back to try and catch her breath. "Your hands, the veins in your arms, your neck-sometimes your adam's apple, when you're driving and you make a good overtake or save yourself, sometimes your radio messages when you're annoyed, sometimes I just think back to a moment, whenever you kiss me, when you look really focused and serious-it really is anything."

Lando is almost convinced that's everything but there's more that she's holding back on.

"What about the stuff that's not me?"

"Lando..." Y/n whines almost feeling like stomping her foot. "You're not being fair."

"I'd be very fair if you just told me what I'm asking to know. What are your guilty pleasures baby?"

He can see the words "not this" on the tip of her tongue.

"I've never met a man I didn't check out the crotch of." Y/n states giving him the truth. "And sometimes if it's impressive it's a turn on-and don't give me that I look I know you've checked out a woman's ass and came over to me turned on."

"Y/n." Lando chokes really not expecting that specific a confession or being called out like that.

"I'll tell you the rest if you finish me. Please. I need you." Y/n whines and he acts on her demand knowing that she's lost he patience.

Since Lando has a heart, and he does feel the overwhelming need to please his girlfriend, he gives her what she wants. His fingers thrusting back into her while his thumb presses to her clit and gives her every second of attention that he can pour into her.

Her orgasm hits with a moan that is muffled by Lando's free hand again. It strikes up and down her body managing to scorch her nerves with the long awaited waves of pleasure while Lando lets her ride it out on his fingers.

"Fucking hell." Y/n pants before she swallows thickly and tilts her head back with a sigh. "Are you happy?"

"My girlfriend is no better than a man." Lando smirks shaking his head then bringing his hand to his mouth and sucking the evidence of her orgasm from his fingers. Just the look in her eyes tells him that the action is turning her on again before she's even really had a chance to turn off. "You're insatiable."

"I know. It's my daily life and nearly all I think about is sex." Y/n deadpans almost making Lando choke. "You might as well just know it all now. But you have a promise of more orgasms to fulfil."

"Let's get back to the hotel then."

After being informed of her constant bulge checks with men, Lando really started actively noticing y/n's behaviour and he'd be lying he said it isn't the best thing ever. Purely for entertainment and teasing purposes.

"I regret ever accepting this stupid band." Y/n grumbles after another round of playful taunting at her expense. "Never again."

"I love knowing you're a nympho. It's quite reassuring." Lando chuckles then hissing when he gets flicked in the ear by a manicured nail.

"Don't act like you aren't always on streams making sex-based jokes. I'm not deaf and your fans repost the clips." Y/n states while he smiles at her not caring at all since he just loves that she is so perfectly matched to him in his eyes. "And only you would love me more for enjoying sex."

"Most women are happy to hear their boyfriend loves them and loves having sex with them-and loves them for their love of sex." Lando lists earning an eye roll.

"Will you shut up now?"

"Depends? Maybe I should check if bickering is a turn on for you." Lando smirks going to grab his phone to check her data only for her to quite literally slap the phone from his hand. "That's a yes."

"I hate you."

[moneytrixxx]

Part Of The Package - LN

Request from @stillflicker - i loved „stay put“ could you write a fic where the reader and lando go and shower together and its nothing sexual just pure fluff?

Themes/warnings: Aftercare, soreness after sex, no actual smut

Word count: 1.4k

No part 2 requests please

Y/n yawns rubbing her eyes as she shivers missing the feeling of his body heat warming her. But she also feels sticky and lethargic.

She feels hands take grip under her knees dragging her down the bed towards himself with her toes just touching the floor while she smiles lazily squeezing a little as he takes her hands to pull her to sit up.

"You really do a number on me...I'm sore." Y/n pouts making Lando smirk a little.

"I'll take care of you." Lando states letting his smirk soften to an admiring smile while she is pulled up onto her feet.

They walk into the bathroom and y/n steps out into the shower with the weight of Lando's hands on her waist to keep her up.

"Can you crack my back?" Y/n asks making Lando grin as he wraps his arms around her and squeezes her while lifting her and feeling her back crack and pop from his hold. "Thank you."

"You're welcome. We're both part of the bad back club." Lando smiles before placing her down on her feet. "I'll get your hair washed."

Lando tends to be duped as quite childish but the man takes care of y/n better than she's ever taken care of herself. He always makes an effort and aftercare has been something he's never wavered about.

"I love you." Y/n sighs feeling his fingers massaging her scalp, nails pressing just enough for her to feel like she's just melting into his touch.

"I love you too baby." Lando smiles prolonging the shampooing stage of the routine just so he can enjoy her clearly just relaxing at his touch.

If someone were to see the two of them right now, they'd never guess the way Lando just treated her in bed, the man looks innocent in these moments but it's like he's trying to make her never forget how he feels inside of her.

"Ok, I know you're loving this but we gotta rinse." Lando smiles making her hum before she allows him to gently guide her under the water continuing to massage the shampoo from her hair as it slowly washes off. "Don't fall asleep."

Y/n is definitely on the verge, but who wouldn't be? Lando has spent up her energy and now he's relaxing her body and washing it clean. He puts the conditioner in her hair before y/n finally gives herself a little shake to wake up a little more before she moves to return the favour.

"Your curls are always so perfect." Y/n smiles as she starts to lather up the shampoo in his hair. Giving his scalp the same treatment he gave hers but then he pulls his favourite move of shaking like a dog and shoving his lathered hair into her face. "Lando!"

Y/n drags his head under the water with a laugh managing to rinse the water from her own face in doing while Lando laughs to himself, fairly proud of his wake up call that he gave to the young woman.

"You know if someone asked me a year ago if this would be my life. I think I would've laughed at them...pretty hard too." Y/n sighs as she looks at him for a few moments. "I feel like I've got to thank someone in the universe who was looking out for me."

"It was me. I was looking out for you, literally. I was looking for a girlfriend who would make my life a million times better and then you appeared." Lando states making her body even slump down as she looks at him, her lip quivering and her eyes watering. "Don't get sad. It's meant to be a nice moment."

Lando laughs pulling her tightly into a hug while y/n whines at him for making her get all soppy.

"You aren't meant to say that stuff, you're meant to say something stupid. Nothing something sweet." Y/n murmurs before she sighs and shifts back to look at him then smiling when he pecks her lips quickly.

"So long as you're crying because you're just so overwhelmed by my love." Lando shrugs while she hums then being caught in a much longer kiss but it's just one that's purely out of need for Lando to constantly communicate his love in any physical action he can.

The man gives himself away for his love language being physical touch when he's drunk and hugs every body that he comes across and even just vaguely recognises. But with his girlfriend it's not alcohol that motivates his affection.

"Alright, you actually exhausted me earlier so we really need to hurry this up. My legs are genuinely going to give out if we don't hurry this up." Y/n mumbles earning a small laugh. "Don't let that inflate your ego."

"It's way too late for that." Lando chuckles then stealing one last kiss before he reaches for the loofah and body wash. "Do you need the scrubby stuff?"

"No. Just scrub the sweat off. I can still feel it." Y/n mumbles choosing to leave out the addition of his bodily fluids that are still on her skin.

Lando does as instructed with the directness of her words making it clear that they need to hurry up before her body just gives out on her and he's left scrambling to catch her which is especially hard in the setting of a shower.

He has had to do it because and very narrowly avoided cracking y/n's head open in the process.

He might not be using a body scrub, but the loofah alone does a good job at exfoliating her body with the speed and pressure he's using.

When he tries to use the water to clean the intimate area he was practically abusing (in the absolute best way possible) an hour ago, even he grimaces hearing y/n hiss and shifts from the light pressure of his touch.

"Sorry, baby. I just want to make sure I clean you off properly." Lando smiles sadly and she knows that he definitely feels bad. Because in the moment when they're both enjoying it, neither consider the effects of it afterwards, but their choice to ignore it doesn't stop the following soreness y/n frequently endures.

Not that she's sore every time they have sex but sometimes it's just more intense than other times.

Eventually Lando is satisfied with her body scrubbed down and clean of any evidence he touched her, at least in the ways he can wash off the evidence.

"Alright, you just wait here for 1 minute. I'll be quick." Lando smiles after having wrapped her in a large warm towel then placing her on the counter next to the sink before returning to scrub his own body up and down.

He wraps a towel around his own waist before he scoops y/n up carrying her into the bedroom and sitting her at the foot of the hotel bed.

They might not be home for her to have full access to his wardrobe but he manages to piece together a cosy outfit before starting to blow dry her hair which is when he watches her really trying to fight sleep with the heat from the air practically dragging her out of consciousness.

"Ok, baby. You're all dry and dressed. You sleep. I'll dry my hair and join you once..." Lando trails off mid way through tucking her in and finding she's already out cold. He quickly leans over kissing her forehead before he moves to get himself ready then joining her as he drags her into a tight embrace, hearing her sigh at the feeling of his arms wrapped around her as he does so. "I love you baby."

And despite not expecting a reply there's the softest voice.

"Love you." Y/n mumbles so quietly he definitely has to listen for it but he can't wipe the grin off his face knowing she's really exhausted but wouldn't let him say it without having the sentiment returned.

[moneytrixxx]

Her Boy - LN

Request from @justforfun-9 - What about lando having to fight the readers cat to win her over? The cat means a lot to her and the first time the cat and Lando meet, the cat doesn’t like him. So, lando makes his mission to make the cat like him to impress the reader.

Word count: 2.3k (ngl this was way longer than intended but I enjoyed writing it)

No part 2 requests please

"Hey, you found your way here alright." Y/n smiles opening her door and grinning as she stretches her arms out for a hug and is scooped up as Lando steps in, grinning before he catches her in a kiss. "You're finally going to meet, Ralphie."

"Yey." Lando hums slightly sarcastically earning a tsk from his girlfriend.

She'd already warned him that her cat, Ralph, can be a little picky about people and is often no kind towards men. Because when she got him, she lived in an apartment of girls and often when a man left a woman was in tears. Bad connotations and Ralph was often used as a tissue to mop up tears for y/n and her friends.

It's only fair he grew to dislike the male species. Himself not included because as far as he was concerned, he's one of the girls.

"Don't be like that. Ralphie! Baby, where are you hiding?" Y/n calls out with a small frown before the large ginger cat appears meowing at his mum before immediately noticing Lando and the McLaren driver actually didn't realise a cat could glare at him till this moment but he softens slightly when y/n gasps and picks him up cooing at the cat. "Oh my baby. Say hello to Lando.”

“Hey, buddy.” Lando smiles shifting closer trying to be a good boyfriend and make the effort.

Clearly Ralph doesn’t intend to return the favour because he’s growling loudly at Lando for even getting close.

“Hey, that’s not nice.” Y/n scolds in the least angry tone ever. Lando wishes he got that tone when he’d got in trouble as a tone. “He’ll warm up to you don’t worry. Although maybe I should worry. I trust Ralph’s judge of character.”

“Seriously?” Lando questions wondering whether this is actually something he needs to be concerned about. “This is why dogs are better. They always like me.”

“Talking bad about Ralph is not how to win him over.” Y/n huffs clearly not thinking much of his words while Lando sighs having to accept that error. "He'll warm up to you when he realises how happy you make me. He's just used to men causing tears."

Lando grumbles, biting his tongue this time.

Initially he doesn't think much of it, figuring his presence will be non-threatening enough that Ralph will have no choice but to warm up to him and just accept him.

It quickly becomes obvious that's not how it's going to be.

"Ah!" Lando gasps as Ralph swats at him, with claws very much out. "Ralph."

That earns a howl of a meow making y/n snort before she pulls Ralph towards herself.

"Ralph, be nice. He's not that bad." Y/n laughs then rubbing the cat's tummy. "We like Lando."

"Am I just not allowed to touch you or something?" Lando asks making y/n smile and move Ralph to tuck him in to sit by her side then patting the spot on her other side which he does but he does move to sit with her, eyes glaring at the cat who lets out a low growl of warning. "He scratched me."

"I'm sorry, he's just protective." Y/n smiles sadly then looking at his arm. "You're ok, it's fine."

"Easy for you to say." Lando grumbles while she leans over kissing him softly.

"The two of you are going to have to get along. Because I'm not getting rid of him and I'm not getting rid of you. Maybe I'll lock you in a room to hash it out together." Y/n jokes making him fake a laugh before he sighs at her. "Ralph and I are a package deal..."

"I know, I'm just thinking of ways to win him over." Lando mumbles before smiling when y/n leans over and kisses him. "Love you."

"Love you too."

-

Lando had put the time and effort in. He's really trying with this cat who has no interest in him or the only interest he has is causing Lando harm.

He arrives at y/n's apartment, early in the morning, arriving back from a race weekend that she didn't attend and he was more than eager to get away from. Though returning to Ralph isn't much of a comfortable. This time he's coming prepared.

Walking into the apartment, he dumps the large amount of stuff he somehow managed to drag up there to avoid making two journeys, it's early enough that y/n is still asleep and no doubt Ralph is asleep with her. Which means if Lando wants to climb in and sleep next to her, then he has to either hope Ralph isn't there, kick him out the bed, or fight to the death with the cat.

Sadly he has a feeling Ralph would come out the victor of that specific fight.

"Ralph." Lando grumbles as he spots the cat spying him as he walks into the bedroom, the reflective eyes trained on him. Though it's a lot less intimidation when you look at the fact he's being held, almost restrained, in a hug from y/n as she sleeps peacefully unaware of their stand off.

Ralph lets out a grumble but he doesn't seem willing to leave his spot.

"Don't-Don't-Ah." Lando hisses as Ralph still manages to swipe at him with his claws extended to achieve some ultimate damage.

Lando's reaction does disturb y/n and she groans hugging Ralph so tightly he lets out a wheezing meow but doesn't fight her while she sighs.

"Are the two of you fighting again?" Y/n asks tiredly as she seems to pin Ralphs paws down so Lando can lie down too. "Like a married couple."

Lando grumbles lying in the bed with her and huffing as he tries to get comfortable. Usually he'd hug her but with Ralph on his side, that's definitely not going to happen.

Y/n smiles rolling over and pulling Ralph with him before shuffling back making Lando grin as he gets the chance to finally hug her. Tough he's careful of his arm placement since he has a feeling Ralph would still try to bite at him.

"Sh." Y/n tsks when she hears Ralph whining before he silences and they all settle.

Eventually Ralph wiggles his way out her arms deciding they need to wake up so he can eat.

"Ignore him." Lando grumbles finally pulling y/n closer.

"I can't. He's hungry." Y/n laughs trying to get up only to be yanked back down. "He's not going to be your friend if you make him wait to eat. Anyway, you can help."

Lando huffs as she rolls over definitely making the effort to tease him with a very hot and lingering kiss before climbing over him, making sure to brush his crotch before she giggles and walks out while Lando just lies there contemplating whether to wait for her to come back or follow.

Eventually he gets up wanting to show what he got for Ralph since he did grab a lot of things delivered to Max's place before coming to y/n's.

"What is all this?" Y/n laughs when she sees Lando appear begrudgingly and he's definitely about to drag her back to the bed for the move she'd just pulled.

"I'm going to build him a cat tower-tree-play thing." Lando smiles making her grin as she places Ralph's bowl down them making a rushed job at washing her hands and moving towards him, laughing when he manages to scoop her up and throw her on the kitchen counter. "But you owe me morning sex before I do anything."

"I owe you? And you're saying this under my own roof with my guard cat on call?" Y/n teases making Lando shrug.

"For once I don't think he's threatening me quite so much." Lando hums before grinning. "And I'm going to make him like me."

"Forced love. Brilliant." Y/n laughs before she giggles at him picking her up off the counter and beginning to carry her back to the bedroom.

-

After morning sex, Lando leaves y/n sleeping in her room and moves to the living room, closing the door to block off the bedroom from both him and Ralph.

"Alright. We care going to get along before y/n wakes up if it's the last thing that I do." Lando states to the cat who for once isn't growling at him but looking at him like he might be able to just kill him from his gaze.

Lando wisely chooses to continue with his plan.

He actually puts out some of the new toys he got for Ralph, while being very much aware that cats never usually play with a toy. And he lives up to that, at least for the first few minutes of Lando attempting to piece together the cat tree.

After a while he's feeling the beginning of a headache from trying to follow the instructions and somewhat wing it by recreating the picture on the box since the instructions are really not the easiest to follow.

But then he hears the slight jingle of a bell and his head perks up at the sound, looking over to see Ralph chasing a small ball around. One of the toys he bought him is being played with and not only that, but Ralph saw that Lando was the one to bring that toy and give it to him and he's playing with it.

Lando is almost done putting the cat tree together when y/n appears looking very disheveled and Ralph has since stopped to continue watching him with a curious and keen eye on what he's building because it's obviously not for him or y/n.

"Hey, you." Y/n greets picking up Ralph who moved to rub against her legs as she stood watching him. "I was talking to you, Lando."

"Oh, hey." Lando laughs with a small flush over the fact he thought he'd been ignored for Ralph. "Almost finished and I think it will go perfectly in that corner by the window so he's getting the sun too."

Y/n smiles feeling her heart swell a little at the fact that Lando didn't just buy all this stuff without her having any input, but he's even thought about where the best spot for it to go so Ralph is happiest is.

Ralph manages frail meow seeming to notice her tears welling up before she blinks and moves to sit down with the cat in her lap just hugging him as they watch Lando finish building it, giving it a shake and leaning on a few pieces to make sure it's sturdy enough and secure since Ralph is a pretty big boy.

"He was playing with one of the toys too, I don't think he hates me as much as he wants to." Lando smiles making y/n hum.

"Need some help?"

"No, I got it. You just be ready to let him explore it all."

Once Lando is happy with the placement, he gives a thumbs up and begins to tidy stuff away, while y/n places Ralph on the lowest level. And after doing some of his own inspections, the ginger cat hops up and settles on the mid-tier platform seeming to purr in approval.

"You might've really just managed to win him over. Baby steps." Y/n smiles moving to hug Lando. "I know you might not realise it, but this...is so big to me."

"Baby...Turn this way, I don't want him to see the tears and think he needs to attack me." Lando states playfully as he turns them so her back is to the cat. "I didn't realise it would actually mean this much, not teary worthy stuff."

"No, but it is. You didn't have to make the effort to win him over. But you are and that means a lot." Y/n hiccups before she muzzles her face into his neck. "I love you."

"I love you too."

-

It took weeks. A good few weeks and it was not fast by any means.

But Lando's efforts were rewarded it was very small things, not attacking him and then allowing him small touches to pet him. and play with him when he brought new toys. and the treats never went amiss.

Tonight was the turning point though.

Ralph had plodded his way into y/n's lap lying there and drooling as she rubbed his tummy. But when Lando's hand came to take over as he noticed y/n drifting off, since it is late in the day and they're really just waiting to go to bed, Ralph seems to notice the change and his lazy eyes rest their gaze on Lando before he suddenly rolls over blocking access to his tummy.

So naturally Lando retracts his hand, but then something happens that actually makes him freeze. Uncertain how to proceed.

"Y/n, wake up. Wake up. This is so important, look at this." Lando hisses knowing y/n won't be impressed that her sleep has been disturbed.

"What?" Y/n groans before seeming to freeze when she sees what happened. "Oh he does love you, oh my boys."

Ralph as laid himself on Lando's lap, tummy up as he accepts Lando's hand planted on his tummy. Y/n grins hugging around Lando as she tries to contain her excitement.

"All that effort wasn't wasted." Y/n whispers then kissing Lando's cheek. "We're like a little family. Also, I told you so. I said he'd warm up to you eventually, although he did really force you to go through the wringer to earn his love."

"I guess...it was worth it." Lando hums before leaning his head on top of her own. "You can go back to sleep now. I just want you to see the miracle I achieved."

"Oh thank you, so glad I got your permission." Y/n snorts before nuzzling down. "But I am going back to sleep. Don't wake me up again unless Ralph starts crawling around the ceiling."

[moneytrixxx]

passenger princess / ln4

established relationship lando norris x fem!reader

no use of y/n, as always.

in which the weekend takes a twist, and all you want is a baby.

prompt⋯ hi! first of all, i absolutely ADORE your writing. i’ve been reading all of your stuff for the past few days!! second, i was scrolling on pinterest and i rediscovered the lando daddy bracelet pic. that combined with THE dutch gp pic made me be down even worse for him. with that i request a fic with an established reader x lando relationship. that’s set during the weekend of the 2024 dutch gp. where he wears the bracelet over the course of the weekend and it gets you(? or me? idk how to phrase that) really worked up, and after he wins they fuck while he’s still wearing it. and it’s like the most rough feral sex known to mankind. but at the end you want him to come in you and he’s like “oh you wanna make me a daddy”. like yes it is a slight breeding kink but it’s more of the idea of the bracelet and how he definitely knew what he was doing when he wore it (in the fic and irl too tbh). that’s the general idea but feel free to put your own spin on it!! i am incredibly down bad for him and that photo did something to me. ty 🤗🧡

a/n ⋯ yeah tbh i got no excuse for this one chat...like...how could i not resist a breeding kink...i know y'all want it too. but for real--- thank you anon for being patient. i had a lot of fun writing this in between doing work. writing is an escape for me. thank you to all for the continued support, and i'll be continuing to get through asks as time moves along. comment below to be added to my taglist, or comment in general! i love replying to all of them as much as i can.

warnings ⋯ SMUT 18+++!!! minors DNI!!!, language, choking, p in v sex (wrap before you tap!), fingering!(f)receiving, breeding kink, impregnation, teasing, possessiveness, jealousy, creampie, begging, mating press-- allat shit tbh. if i miss a warning, let me know.

wc ⋯ 8.5k (unedited.)

things had begun to be different between you and lando. you couldn’t pinpoint the exact moment when the gears shifted, the stars aligned, though you only cared how good it made you feel with him. 

but he knew. he knew exactly when.

you’d been dating lando for two years now. it was two years of pure bliss— the exciting lifestyle that you’ve craved, the love and care, the passion that you shared with him was exquisitely yours. he is yours. and you are his.

that morning in the paddock he was speaking to max, chattering about the post collision from hungaroring. they seemed to make up in due time, finding it easier to call one another “brother’s” again, despite the damages done to their cars and the media in an uproar about their impish, punitive behaviors. you didn’t spare any glance towards the comments made about it, knowing that lando had been in a rough shape that weekend. 

you played with penelope, p, as they were talking, squatted on the ground with colored pens in your hand. kelly loomed behind, on her phone, thankful enough that you could occupy her for the time being. you had no issue entertaining her. you loved being around children…most of the time. 

“this one?” you held out the red pen for p, as she was pointing to with a bashful look. she was shy– especially around you, given your ethereal, wanderlust nature. you carried yourself in such an elegant way that could facilitate a ray of sunlight through the most tepid storms. 

she nodded and you handed it to her. she latched her smaller hand around it, coloring in the rb20 from her sketchbook. your hand fell beneath your chin as you watched her carefully color inside the lines, dreading falling out of it. you smiled as she did, the dress you wore crinkling fashionably around your thighs. 

p flashed the page at you nervously, awaiting her input. your eyes glowed, sparkles falling onto the page as you scanned it. she really did do a good job.

“beautiful, p!” you commented, your palm splaying over her upper back. “you’re really good at this, you know?”

a shade of red filled her cheeks, warming her skin. you hadn’t meant to embarrass her, nor make her nervous. 

“do you want to color one with me?” you asked her, pointing to the pages in the book. she hesitated for a moment, as if she didn’t hear you properly, but ended up nodding with the same excitement that she did when she’d see max on the podium. “you pick. something…pretty.”

the gears were turning in her head as she flipped through the pages, trying to find the perfect one for you and her to work on. you, on the other hand, were focused on how her brows scrunched together as she furiously searched through her booklet. it was cute the way she perceived things. she was a cutie. it made you think about your own future, what you wanted. 

what you wanted,

your eyes drifted from the carpeted floors inside the hospitality room, to the shoes that he wore, and up his black jeans to the papaya livery he sported for the day. you lingered on the expanse of his chest, the tan skin peaking through the v-neck of his unbuttoned collar. your mouth watered instinctively, thinking about how lucky you were to have a man like lando love you so deeply.

as you glanced further up towards his chin, the unshaved rigid surface that sparked electricity over your body, you found him already looking down at you. he wasn’t even paying attention to max at this point, already giving you all of his attention and you didn’t even need to ask. 

you gave him a smile, covering your lips afterward to stifle your giggle, and turned back to p once she tapped you that she’d found a picture for the two of you to color.

“mate?”

lando was lost in a daze staring at you. gawking at your figure, the dress you decided to wear. it was a denim colored sheath that you’d twin with alexandra with. she’d wear the gia dress in a pomegranate hue, whereas you took the navy. 

lando’s hand was cupped against his chin, rubbing over his stubble, keen on watching how you interacted with p. 

your relationship had progressed further than he’s ever gotten to before in his life. he was at a point where he knew he didn’t want anyone else, to explore someone else’s body the way he did yours. he knew you, inside and out, and he didn’t think another connection was even fathomable. 

you appeared to be so gentle with her, taking the time to listen to what she wanted you to do, how to color, maneuver the pens. there would be no outside the line coloring on her watch, that was for sure. 

he found himself smiling bright. 

do you want kids? 

he knew that he did. he always knew that. but he’d never broach the subject to you directly. your relationship with him was secure, but was it eligible to be taken to the next level? would you be frightened by his sudden urge to create a life with you? a product of him, and the most beautiful woman he’s ever seen?

“yeah? sorry.” lando looked back towards max. but it was too late, and max was looking over his shoulder towards you and p.

when he looked back towards lando, he threw his hands up in defense. max rolled his eyes. “don’t know why you haven’t proposed to her yet. what’re you waiting for?” 

lando bristled. he waited a moment to answer, wondering the same fucking thing. what was he waiting on? the perfect time, perhaps. summer break was rapidly approaching, and he certainly had a ring picked out. 

the papaya clad driver pulled out his phone and scrolled through his photos, settled on the right one, and handed it to max. the other driver took it, zooming in, not that he needed to. 

“when?”

lando shrugged. “summer break. greece, maybe.” 

max cheered, slapping his hand over his mouth in shock. “you’re serious, mate?” lando nodded. max pulled him in for a hug, slapping him over the back. he couldn’t be happier for his best friend in this moment, starting to jump up and down. lando settled him down and slid his phone back into his pocket. 

“keep it quiet. i want her to be surprised.” 

max made a motion of a lock and key. “surprised about what?” 

lando felt giddy.

you hadn’t been paying much attention to what lando nor max were chittering about. you’d been so hyper focused on coloring with p, that you were absent minded of the conversation behind you. 

p had picked out a cartoon illustration of max and lando smiling towards the viewer. you’d thought it was an adorable choice, and it showed that p was more aware than what she led on to be. she, of course, started coloring in max. with his neutrally blonde hair, redbull cap, she was fast working. 

but then she shoved the book towards you, politely anyways, and pointed at lando, who was yet to be colored in. 

“my turn?” she nodded her head, handing you the orange marker. 

you grinned, carefully coloring in the lines of the drawing before p took a deep breath. “are you and lando married?” 

the question had you freeze momentarily, taken back by her question. “no, p, we’re not.” 

you continued to color, whilst she continued to question. “why not?”

“because he hasn’t asked me.”

“why don’t you ask him?” 

“i’m not sure that’s what he wants.”

p raised a brow. she looked towards lando and max, giggling together like school girls, then back to you and your focused coloring.

she handed you a brown marker for lando’s curls. “i think you should.”

now it was your turn to be inquisitive, “really, now?”

she nodded her head without hesitating. “then you’d be my aunt!” she giggled. 

you colored in lando’s curls, carefully, diligently, thinking of how they felt beneath your fingertips. your breath hitched thinking about the thought of him proposing, wondering if he had ever even thought about it. you knew what your answer would be. it wouldn’t even take a beat of your heart to give him in answer, if he chose to ask. if he chose you. 

with one final stripe of a black marker, your drawing of lando had been finished. you stood up, and so did p. 

“are you going to have babies?”

“p!” you gasped, mouth dropping. “that’s none of your business, young lady.” 

she laughed, twirling around. “what? that’s what mama says happens when you love someone.” confident, wasn’t she? “do you love lando?”

“of course i do, p.”

she gasped.

“is there a baby in there right now?!” she seemed concerned, becoming so bold as to touch your stomach. it was a little higher than where your womb sat beneath your skin, but close enough. 

you shook your head. “no, honey. i am not having a baby right now.” 

she looked disappointed. taking her hand back, she crossed them over her chest. 

“penelope, what are you going on about?” kelly finally chimed in, rubbing p’s back with her hand. 

“nothing.” 

but it wasn’t nothing.

lando appeared behind you, a hand on your lower back. you leaned into him, recognizing his touch, and you got a brief wave of panic wondering if he heard your conversation with p. 

“p,” lando said over your shoulder. she looked up. “do you still have your bracelet making kit?” 

she nodded again, though you weren’t quite sure what he’d need it for. you guessed you’d find out eventually, because lando uttered, “it’s a secret, sorry baby.”

and he followed p to her small table, pulling out the kit from her backpack. she had taken lando’s hand to guide him, and you watched fondly. 

too fondly, you thought, and knew you were in deep shit.

the morning of the dutch grand prix had you biting at the corners of your fingernails with anticipation. the summer break you had spent with lando was more than you could imagine— filled with delicious foods, sunny weather, morning swims, and of course, the sex. with more free time that lando had, he was utterly obsessed with you. he worshiped the ground you walked on, and it made you feel like more than the queen you deserved to be. 

in the paddock you stood, shifting on your feet, anxiously fiddling with your purse once your fingernails sufficed. lily joined at your side, ethereal with her effortless beauty, and she nudged you with her elbow. “you look nervous,” she gave a short laugh.

you scoffed but joined in on her antics. “do i?” you certainly did. lily raised her brows to inquire further of your apparent distress. 

relenting, you couldn’t resist her. there was no reason to— you were both practically attached at the hip. ever since oscar had been signed to mclaren, the two of you were inseparable. the famous mclaren WAGs. 

your relationship with lando had been going on for two years now. sure, you’d had some rocky slopes to climb with the schedule of his career and the development of your own; that’s the thing about relationships though, isn’t it? that no matter what hill you’d have to climb, you’d find one another on the other side. the two of you wanted to make it work, so there was no obsolete universe in which you’d never find each other. 

“he needs this, lils.” you practically sighed, finally gaining the courage to look her in the eye. she looked at you with the same softness that a mother would, or a best friend that you could count on. 

“you know he’ll do well.” oh, don’t you know it. lando, whilst on vacation, never took a moment’s worth of rest. he wanted this just as much as you did for him, a second career win. it was all that you could think about the moment you stepped off the plane before him in zandvoort. it was going to happen. you had a feeling. 

and a good one at that. 

qualifying swept by in a flash. the saturday afternoon was a clean sweep for your boyfriend in the front row. you couldn’t be more proud of him. when he was finished with his interviews and taking his leave with his half removed fireguard, you launched at him.

flinging your arms around his neck, he gripped onto your waist and thighs like his life depended on it. it did. your nose found the sweat against the column of his neck, inhaling deeply. you melted into him.

lando felt the same. with his forehead burrowing into the hair on your scalp, he let out a deep breath that he’d been holding since he got out of the car. 

“missed my sweet girl,” he breathed, the sweat and perspiration heating the hairs on your head. you sighed softly, relaxing into him as he held you tighter. 

you broke away from him, setting yourself on the ground. you stood happily in front of him, rocking on your heels and playing with the hem of the black, sponser-ridden firesuit. 

“‘m so fucking proud, lan. pole? pole on the first race back?” you were in shellshock, overjoyed disbelief. 

he raised a hand to cup your face before he’d be whisked away. the bracelet on his wrist caught your eye, one that he must’ve put on once he stepped out of the car. the friendship letter bracelet read loudly to you, it letters all capitalized. 

‘daddy’

you gripped his hand, observing the ornament. you raised a brow. is this the bracelet he had made with p? 

lando let out a short laugh. “like it?” 

you flushed, staring down at the small, dainty thing. it had you shifting on your feet, ideas and fantasies running wild through your pillage of a mind. “maybe.” you hummed, stroking the beads with your index finger. 

“wore it for you.” 

the statement had you standing up straight. “really now?” lando nodded. 

and before he was whisked away, he whispered into your ear, “don’t get any ideas, baby. i know that look.” 

you were rendered speechless, and by the time you managed to open your mouth, he had already left through the door. 

the following day was race day. you were dressed flawlessly, curating perfection with your outfits to match the same prestige that lando had with his fans. also, you enjoyed feeling pretty. looking pretty, as lando would often say to you. he didn’t forget this morning either, arriving to the paddock with you in tow, hand wrapped tightly with yours.

as he took selfie after selfie, signed hat after hat, he didn’t forget to remind you, “you look beautiful,” that always brought a smile to your face, a blush fanning your cheeks. 

when the two of you made it inside of mclaren’s hospitality, you were greeted by both lily and oscar. you gave her a warming hug, and she returned it with the same affirmation. when you separated, she danced on her tip-toes. lando and oscar side stepped toward the tea and coffee station, chatting amongst themselves. 

“wow!” you were confused, raising a brow. “front row for him, hmm? told you, had nothing to worry about.” 

you rolled your eyes, still holding anxieties for the race. you were always concerned going into a weekend. no matter how many grand prix’s you’ve attended, seen lando come out safe and sound, you still picked at the skin of your fingertips. anxious habits die hard. 

lando’s managers came in alongside oscar’s beckoning both mclaren drivers to follow them to get ready for the race. lando found you instantly, his hands finding the handles on your hips, squeezing inward. you tensed at the action, wondering what had him on such edge. 

you spun, hands running from his chest up to his neck, his cheeks. you cupped his face in your hands, sheepishly smiling. 

“you’ll win this for me?”

he scoffed, “always.” 

you smiled harder—if that was possible— and connected your lips with his. he returned your kiss, diving deep into your mouth. he held you close by your lower back, as if this was the last time that he’d ever kiss you. he sought to deepen your kiss by the clacking of your teeth, his tongue incessantly searching the inside of your mouth. 

you separated yourself, still holding onto his cheeks. lando dipped his forehead against yours, seeking another kiss, but you pulled away. “go. they’re waiting for you.” 

“don’t care.” 

you flushed, allowing him one last peck before you patted his cheek. “seriously. go.” 

he chuckled to himself, kissing the top of your head, uttering a soft “i love you,” before being swept away. 

“i love you too.” you mouthed, returning your attention back to lily. she was in awe of how you and lando behaved, carving such a rugged, playful boy into a man of posture and mannerisms that were only reflected by your good nature. 

“what?”

“nothing…” she looked away.

“lily.” 

“you’ve got that man on a leash,” she broke into a fit of giggles. you looked back to where they were walking out. lando had been looking for you, then at you. he gave a wave, you returned it, then looked back at lily. 

“i prefer the term ‘free-roaming.’” 

the race was coming to an end with a single lap left. lando led the race with a twenty-two second lead, and your hands were clasped tightly together with your headset on. you listened carefully to his radio messages, sassy and revving, and had your eyes locked onto the screen in front of you. with lily by your side, the two of you were anxiously awaiting the end.

your face suddenly appeared on screen, displaying your glistening eyes, perfectly done makeup and hair. a chic smile grew on your cheeks. you turned towards the camera man and allotted a small wave. your name appeared under the screen, lando norris’ partner. 

god…

was there anything more prideful than that?

surely there was, but it didn’t matter to you. you were there to support your boyfriend, lando, your lando, and it was more than enough to see that you were recognized as that. 

the checkered flag appeared and lando was on the headline for crossing. you had to clutch your heart, hoping to grip it from the inside out to slow its beating, and it didn’t cease when his mcl38 zipped past the flag. 

there was an eruption of cheers throughout the garage and you were swarmed with love by the fellow mechanics and lily, too, who was happy for you to witness such a grand victory. a more than well earned victory. 

a second one in the books for him. you couldn’t have been happier. 

the podium gathering didn’t take long, and you managed to be at the front of the barricade, shoved forward by the team. you stood there, graceful and beautiful as he always saw you, and you were the loudest to clap and cheer as he walked out from the cool down room. 

“your winner, lando norris…!” and you couldn’t help the tears that fell down your cheeks, the camera picking up your emotional feedback on the big screen. his eyes caught to it from the bannister, stepping up onto the tallest podium, and found you right at the front. his heart melted, dripped a red hot flame that burned for you. to see you there for him, emotional above all, solidified his feelings. what he wanted in his future. 

you. you above anything else. you above racing, his career, his everything. he had nothing if you weren’t by his side. 

he took off his pirelli hat and let the national anthem play. the camera panned away from you then to zak brown. you swayed gently to the anthem, lost in your own world of loving him. you saw him through clear glasses, though he was always your rose. there was nothing more that you wanted in the future than to be with him. you and lando. 

after his attributed champagne pop, the crowd dissipated from the pit lane and you engaged in conversations with different women, friends, and coworkers of mclaren. you were jovial with your presence, engaged as much as you could be, though your thoughts kept tracing back to him. lando, lando, lando. 

you ended your evening in conversations with the ferrari women— alexandra, rebecca, and one of charles’ friends, marta. you’re a recent acquaintance, meeting her only just a few moments ago. she was noticeably pregnant, and you wondered if that was just the recurring theme of the day. 

“how far along are you?” rebecca chimed in. 

“about twenty weeks, i think.” she smiled, holding her bump and leaning back into one of her heels to get a more comfortable angle. 

“half way there! are you excited?” you asked her, sipping your sparkling water. 

“of course,” she grimaced, though there was joy behind her eyes. “it can be hard, but it’s worth it. always worth it to see my husband with my daughter, and now it’ll be brand new with this babe.” 

you gave her a heart-warming smile. 

“they kick every so often—” she grimaced again, reeling her face into a tight knot. “like right now. do you want to feel?” she was looking at you. it took you a second to understand that she was referring to you, but you jumped at the opportunity.

“are you sure…?” 

marta nodded. “put your hand here,” she placed your hand on her right side. you waited a moment before there was a small lurch beneath your palm. you looked up at her in pure disbelief, marveled by such a feeling. you wondered what it’d feel like to feel your own baby kick. 

“so…” alexandra leered mischievously, “do you plan on having children? with lando?” 

is everyone asking that today?

you stood up straight, embarrassed by the question, and brushed a piece of your hair behind your ear. “for sure. there’s no one else i want. whenever the time is right.” 

“he’d be such a good dad.” alexandra added, and you couldn’t agree more.

“you should’ve seen him earlier with penelope—” the girls were reeling at your story. “making bracelets with her. almost tripped over my own dress,” you covered your mouth to laugh, attempting to keep your voice down.

“someone has baby fever.” marta commented. 

“ugh,” rebecca groaned. “you two are picturesque. alex and i were just talking about it.” 

“oh?” you wished to know more by their insinuation. it wasn’t often that you listened to anything about you or lando’s relationship. half of the time it was negative comments from fans across social media, and you didn’t want the other half to get to your head. you knew you were lucky as is, the least you could do was stay humble. 

“ohhhh most definitely.” alexandra nodded. “you’ve been together for what— ever? we’re waiting for an engagement post.” 

you were floored. it has been a good amount of time. “so am i,” it came as a laugh. you wondered if lando thought about it. if the thought ever crossed his mind— the possibility of you becoming his wife. 

it did. 

he was watching you. he’d been done with his interviews for a good ten minutes now, but he was gripped by the scene unfolding before him. he had distracted himself by glancing at his phone, pretending to be scrolling through notifications. but he was staring. hard. 

your hand was so tender-loving as it grazed marta’s baby bump. you looked up at her with a graceful smile, asking her important questions about her pregnancy. why were you so interested? 

fuck, he hoped the answer he wanted was what you were thinking. 

you, pregnant in your floral dresses, pleated gowns, traipsing around the halls of your joint home. barefoot, glowing, effervescent. he could see it now. the vision coming to life, coming to fruition from just a mere fantasy. he felt his dick twitch in his pants, his groin running hot.

he overheard the conversation, too. 

“do you plan on having children? with lando?” 

for sure. there’s no one else i’d want. 

fuuuuck. lando had to turn around, attempting to calm himself down. his entire body was aflame, an eternal gloss of bliss for wanting you. needing you. he needed to feel you. your touch. your skin beneath him, the way you curl effortlessly against the shape of his body.

yeah, he’s fucked. 

after a few calming deep breaths, he was at least presentable. with his calmed down cock, he immediately made a beeline in your direction. he wanted—no, needed to get his hands around you as soon as possible. it was a world-ending feeling that suffocated him, gripped him by the throat. 

you heard him approach before you saw him. lando’s hands were warm around your hips as he pulled you close. you felt the outline of his cock in his pants as he jut his hips forward. you turned your head over your shoulder, glancing up at him. 

his nose found a home in the curve of your neck. you giggled when you felt his stubble tickle your skin, a hand coming instinctively to hold the side of his face tight against your skin. he breathed soundly against you, finding eternal peace of mind plastered against your body.

“it was nice seeing you alex, rebecca.” you began to bid your farewells. “marta, it was a pleasure to meet you.” marta leaned in for a hug, which pulled you away from the warmth of lando’s body. you felt like a snail ripped from its shell— hollow, cold. 

“the same for you,” pregnancy looked good on her. though, you can’t recall the last time you’ve seen her without a baby blooming inside her. “if you ever need advice…alex has my number.” 

you blushed, feeling lando’s hand around your lower belly tense. “thank you. i’ll be in touch.” you glance towards rebecca and alexandra, following lando’s pace back to the car.

lando’s eyes were hot as they drilled holes into the side of your head. you could feel it, though you weren’t even looking at him. “i can feel your urge to talk, lan.” 

he laughed, holding your hand tight in his. “no. no, it’s nothing.” 

you stopped dead in your tracks, pulling your hand from his, crossing your arms over your chest. 

“okay, okay,” he apologized, taking your hand back into his own, bringing it to his lips to kiss. his lips were warm and wet against your skin. your breath hitched.

“well, go on, then.” 

“this is the congratulations i get? damn, baby, you’re rugged.” 

you shoved his face away, beginning to walk back to the car once more. “you know i’m proud. don’t be silly, now.” 

“i know, i know,” there was a brief silence. “you can show me in other ways.” 

“lando!” you gasped, and he broke into a fit of laughter. “dirty bastard.” you mumbled. 

“what was that, baby?” 

“nothing. nothing. just like what you wanted to tell me, i guess.” two can play at this game. you heard him scoff, but ultimately relent. 

“alright, alright. i just…” he became shy with the tone of his voice. you could recognize it instantly. “heard your conversation with the girls, is all.” 

you attempted your best effort to still your facial expressions from annoyance, shock, embarrassment, and all of the fucking above. 

 “you heard…all of it?” 

“the gist.” 

you tried to cover your face to shield yourself from the world. god, that was your fucking nightmare. you hadn’t ever even touched upon a subject like that with him before. and now he had heard it from you talking to your girlfriends? oh, you just felt like the worst girlfriend in the world right now. 

“fuck. i didn’t mean to—” 

“no, baby,” he opened the car door for you to slip into the passenger seat. you stepped in, gripping his forearm to sit down. 

when he climbed in himself and turned over the engine, you shifted to face him. before you could even open your mouth to speak, he cut you off. 

“i want kids, too, you know. with you.” 

“oh.” a weight lifted from your shoulders in that moment, and then you felt utterly stupid for thinking that he would’ve reacted badly. this is your lando you’re talking to. a man you can share anything with. “you do?” 

he looked flabbergasted. “you’re joking, right?”

you shot your hands up in defense. “i don’t know! children aren’t exactly…temporary. i just— i didn’t know if you thought of me—”

“you’re permanent, love.” his hand wrapped around your thigh as he pulled out of the driver’s lot, whipping past the fans that were keen on snapping a picture of him. 

though you’ve known that, deep down, it still hit you like the first time he told you that he loved you. a jaw-dropping epiphany that had been right in front of you the whole time. you’d been short-sighted, enjoying every moment that you had with him, and had become unknowing about the future you’ve been perpetuating with him.

you covered his hand with your own, playing with the bracelets around his wrist. the charm bracelet ‘daddy’ dangled between your fingers, rolling the beads over and over again. 

“you’d make a good daddy, wouldn’t you?” you said the words under your breath, but even he could hear them like you’d shouted them in his face. he tightened his grip around your thigh.

“don’t say things like that,” he shook his head, eyes locked on the road ahead. 

the air became heavy between you two. when wasn’t it? not only did passion run through your veins, but heinous desire breathed life to your souls. 

“why?” you stroked the top of his hand with your nails. “you heard what i said to the girls.” his head lolled against the back rest. “what’s different now?” 

you felt the car accelerate. it vibrated the cushion you were nestled atop of, sending shockwaves through your cunt.

“driving me fucking nuts, darling.” 

you knew you were. it was the secret to your relationship— the two of you understanding what made you tick. seethe with lust until there was no other option for you to climb him like a tree.

it didn’t take long before he reached the hotel, pulling up to the front. you were getting your things to get up, but he was lost on his phone, pretending to be busy. “coming?” you asked.

“pfft—” you could see him roll his eyes through the rearview mirror. “i wish. give me a second.” you couldn’t help but huff to yourself under your breath, stepping out of the car with your heels clinking to the ground.

 with your purse over your shoulder you stepped up onto the curb, but was distracted by a small voice echoing over your shoulder. 

down the sidewalk was a mother and a stroller. you smirked lowly, taking only the few steps it’d take to reach the mother and child. 

“oh my gosh,” you squealed. the mother was taken back, but by your demeanor and eyes on her baby, she returned a smile. by her pink bonnet and bunny swath, you knew she was the cutest thing you’d ever laid eyes on. “she is just the cutest thing!” 

“thank you,” the woman said.

“she looks just like her mama,” you heard lando’s car door open, most definitely within earshot. “don’t you, sweet thing? yes you do!” you cooed at the baby, who erupted in a fit of louder giggles and mumbles. 

the mother was flushed, but happy. “you’re too kind. you’re good with children? do you have any of your own?” 

jackpot..!!

you clutched your purse as you stood up straight. you played into your theatrics, “oh gosh, i wish! my husband and i have been trying for ages, but he’s just so busy with work…” 

the woman tsked with disappointment for you. “you’d make a beautiful mother,” 

“you think so?” 

she nodded her affirmation. 

“that’s so sweet of you.” you were really milking this scene, especially that you knew lando was listening. 

“is that your husband there?” she pointed to over your shoulder. and there he was, your husband, watching the two of you from behind the ajar car door. 

“mmm, yes, it is.” you offered a cordial wave to him. he stuck two fingers up for a lazy wave, waiting for you to return to him. “i should go. it was a pleasure, ma’am. your baby is adorable.”

she nodded a thanks, and you took your sweet time walking back to the car. you could hear lando tapping the windshield incessantly. before his head dipped down back into the car he called, “get back in.” 

you…admit, you were confused. brows furrowed, you opened the passenger side door and bent down, “why—?”

“get in the car,” your name was a rumble in his chest. you still didn’t know what he was doing nor going, and your stubborn self wouldn’t settle for a verbal answer.

you took too long for him. gripping your arm, he pulled you into the passenger seat, and you landed on your ass with a ‘thump’. 

he fired up the engine again and pulled out of the traffic circle of the hotel. he radiated with heat— you could feel it from where you sat. “where are we going?” 

he didn’t answer you. 

you crossed your arms and legs, looking out the window. the area was unknown to you, but lando always seemed like he knew where he was going. 

it took only a minute for him to pull into an empty level of a parking garage, dimly lit with only one overhead light at the entrance of the ramp. he put the car in park. 

“what are we—”

you couldn’t finish your sentence until you were on his lap, hands gripping your waist so tightly that you had to gasp for air. 

“husband?” 

oh

oh…!

well, this was a change you welcomed with open arms. 

he lowered the seat back until you were straddled atop of him, fingers aimlessly toiling with the zipper of his jeans. 

“don’t know what you’re—”

he snapped upward, gripping your chin between his forefinger and thumb. “baby,” he breathed, and you shivered. “what do you want?”

your hips naturally moved back and forth against his own, dress hiked well above your stomach. his hand snaked between your legs, feeling the wet patch in your underwear. he hummed when you didn’t reply, flicking his finger upward to graze your clit. 

you mewled. 

“what was that?”

your hand twisted around the hem of his shirt. you were already breathless, clenching around nothing except the sound of his words. 

“tell me,” he muttered, staring up at your disheveled state. he made quick work of sliding your panties to the side, massaging the folds of your cunt between his fingers. you continued your writhing against him. 

“want you,” was what you managed to breathe out, hips rutting against his palm. he tsked, but allowed you this moment. a moment for him to bask in the way that you move your hips, writhe against his clothed cock that was egregiously hardening by the second and each amount of pressure you applied. 

he slid his fingers in and out of you with ultra maneuvering, in and out, all around. he was a mastermind when it came to feeling you up, exploring you both on the outside, and the in. you were in heaven, ultimately, when he curled his fingers so deeply upon thrusting them. your cunt tightened so viciously around him that he groaned, his head falling back and his hardened cock thrusting upward. to no avail, his dick was strained against the cloth of his pants.

“fuck,” he cussed, curling his fingers over and over again. your body began to shiver, and only began to fall from grace when his thumb traced against your clit. stimulation grew hotter and hotter, until you let out a piercing moan from the depths of your throat. he angled his fingers differently, making you squirm.

“lando!” you breathed, feeling your climax creeping up on you faster than you could even blink. your core tightened, a coil of veracious flames churning around each other manifesting a slew of energy that released sparks from your nerves. your folds were inflamed, puffy, beating hot that you couldn’t think straight. lando was touching you with his other hand anywhere that he could reach. he palmed your breasts through your dress, twisted a nipple to earn a delicious squeal. 

“come on, sweet thing,” he encouraged you with that stupid lopsided smile of his, you were looking down on him, sweat beading at his forehead, pupils blown dark and wide. his hand that was groping your breast moved upward, threading around the column of your throat. “show daddy what you’re made of.” 

his hand tightened, and you felt the coil snap. he continued to pump his fingers in and out, maneuvering so perfectly, hitting that exact spot with precision. 

he knew you came when your eyes rolled back into your head, legs quivering around his waist. god, you’re a sexy thing. 

his hand loosened from around your neck, dropping to your chest, fiddling with the van cleef necklace he had gifted you. it reeked of possession, marking you as his with the “l.n.” initials engraved on the back of the golden surface.

the moment of bliss passed before he was pulling the zipped down from your dress and throwing it from over your head. your panties were next, though the fabric was thin as is. there you were, bare and glistening, before your so-called ‘husband’ as you had worded it. he wouldn’t forget it, a spark igniting within him that was lit by the phrase leaving your tongue. he didn’t think that it would affect him so much—

but it did. 

he made quick work of his own pants, shoving them down to his knees beneath you, breathless and needy. 

you gripped the hem of his shirt. he lifted his arms to hasten the process, and the shirt went to the back seat. with his skin exposed, you couldn’t help but run your hands along his tan, toned chest. it made you dripping wet, though he was barely touching you now. 

with your skin atop of his, carnage was sure to ensue. he took a drag of his fingers against your wet cunt and brought it to his lips. he sucked on them, releasing with a ‘pop.’ your mouth hung open in anticipation for what he was going to do next. he always kept you on your toes. 

but this…this is not what you expected. 

he took a ring from his index finger, plated in silver, and slid it onto your ring finger on your left hand. the wedding finger. 

it stuck to your sweaty palm, sure enough to not slip off. 

“let’s make it official then, pretty girl.” 

you sat upon him astonished, looking down at the adornment that he had given to you. it dazzled on your finger. 

“if you’re my wife, what does that make me?”

the words trembled from your lips, thighs tightening around his own. you could feel his dick sprung to life against your backside. “my husband.” 

“good, baby, you learn fast.” 

you gulped, finally taking a look at him from his propped upright position. he was downright smitten with you, guzzling everything about you inside of him. you were his, so much fucking so, that he was going to ruin you. and he didn’t even feel bad for wanting it. 

“my husband…” you repeated, lowering your face down to meet his own. he smelled so good—a mix of sweat and his cologne. 

his hand tangled into your hair, creating a makeshift ponytail to meet your eye level. 

“makes me fucking crazy when y’say it…” 

you knew that was the truth. you’d known the minute you sat down in the car. his demeanor had changed, shifted to something darker that you didn’t quite understand. it was insane enough as is that you’d discovered so many things about him within a short period of time. 

“husband, daddy…what’s the difference?” you cooed, kissing up and down his neck. he groaned, landing a smack on your ass that had you giggling. 

“‘ll just make you a mommy if you keep throwin’ that word ‘round.” 

you grinned ear to ear. against his cheek, you took a deep breath in, before letting go. 

“daddy.” 

if you’ve ever made a good decision in your life, this has to be the best. a switch flipped. gears started to turn in his head. the spark plug burst into flames. 

you were his undoer,

the key to his shackled restraint,

the sun to his universe.

it was always you. you’d been right in front of him for the past two years. two years to get to this point. two years for the woman he loved most in this world to be sucking his neck whispering ‘daddy’ into his ear. 

lando sat upright in the seat. with a hand at the back of your head, he forced eye contact with you. this was different. this look. you could feel it in your heart, your folds, as they began to beat synchronously. life with him was euphoria, and sex had been the serendipitous release for both of you. 

but seeking the future together?

heaven incarnate.

despite being locked inside such a tight space, lando managed to swap your position with a suave move. you were on your back, shocked by his carnal rampage, as he hooked your legs upward. your toes scathed the ceiling of the car, pressed deep into the metal chassis. 

“kiss me,” you demanded with the breath that you could take. he didn’t waste a second, leaning down to your lips and capturing you with the most breathtaking press that he could muster. his tongue and your own fought for dominance over one another; you lost, quickly, unable to match his revered pace. 

he wanted to eat you from top to bottom. devour your insides, carry you with him every day of his life. you would be his, one way or another, and he didn’t care how it was. 

lucky enough, you were more than willing to be his bride, his lover, his person. 

because he was yours. 

then he was inside of you. braving the treachery of your tight walls, he hissed when the tip of his cock slipped through your folds. you’d been dripping on the leather seat. 

“fuck, baby…” his head fell to the crevice of your neck and collarbone. 

“oh my goddd…” the moan you both let out was terribly lewd, grotesque, even, with how he didn’t start a pace. you both savored this sweet moment of lust, passion, and a figurative toast to a lifelong commitment to fucking one another. 

with each thrust he took, he aimed to make a statement. deeper and deeper he penetrated you, his cock crafted of divine measure with how he quartered your g-spot. 

you could never stay still beneath him. it had him on edge the way you squirmed. dare say it was one of the most favorite things about you, though the list would be never-ending. you shiver from pleasure, leaning into him as your cunt squelches beneath you. 

echoes of moans bounce off the interior of the car, whilst a smile of greed and possession conceives on his own cheeks. the angle he has you at is deeper than any that you’ve had before— it left no room for noncommittal nature, no room for you to complain about wanting him closer, more, more, more. 

“y’feel me here?” his hand rest on your lower belly, your womb, as he applied pressure. you do feel him there. the indent of his cock is poignant, bulging out from the skin. 

“mhm…!” you whine, trying to keep your mouth shut from the onslaught of moans pouring out. 

his attention turned to your tits as he swallowed a nipple whole with his tongue, sucking feverishly at the sensitive bud. it had you weak, dribbling to puddy. 

he could only think about how you’d look pregnant. swollen tits, round belly, glowing with his child. 

“this what you wanted?” he grunted, his pace quickening. you were too dumb to speak, a droplet of drool leaking from your mouth. “hm? fuck you—fuck, fill you up?” 

your back arched at the sentence, not knowing that his words could have such an arousing effect on you. this arousal was different. the way you clench around him was different. your actions spoke a lot louder than your words. 

“yeah? i can feel you, darling.” sounds of skin slapping and your hoarse voice could only be heard. he fucked you so good, treated you even better. fuck it, you’d rather be pregnant than anything else. 

“please, please…” you didn’t know what you were pleading for, in truth— he was already fucking you like he’d been in a rut. 

“yeah? that what you want? want a baby?” 

your head nodded furiously up and down, tears of pleasure streaming down your cheeks. lando bent down to kiss them away, followed by a capturing of your lips. he swallowed your breaths, your moans. he trailed kisses down the column of your throat; your collarbones, breasts, nipples, nothing went untouched by his mouth. 

“god…these…” he muttered against your tits, voice sending shockwaves through your body. “imagine how big they’d be.” he managed to chuckle to himself. “swollen and beautiful,” he kissed the top of your abdomen. 

“lando…”

his head shot up from his daze. 

“the time is right. please, please—” your words seemed to hit him like a truck. the foreplay had turned reality, and he was more than ready to lurch into fate. 

“what, pretty girl?”

your face flushed, biting your lip. “give me a baby, need it—lan, need it so bad.” your hand found the back of his neck, tugging on the strands of his hair. 

he tsked, his pace evening out to a level throttle. your lips formed a sweet pout, and he stroked your chin with his index finger. “give you?” he mocked. “oh, don’t think that’s how we ask, do we?”

“lan…please, please, can i have your baby? need it so bad lando, need it…” you swallowed your breath. “daddy…wanna make you a daddy…please.” 

it was more than enough for him. “atta girl.” he grunted, deepening his lackluster thrusts into thrilling rides on his cock. “y’learn fast…kids ‘r gonna be so smart.” 

“yes, yes! so good, lan.” you heaved, the heat in your cunt finding a boiling point, and he felt it by how tight you became around him. 

“go on, baby, take it. be a good girl and take it all.” you’d do anything to hear your lando call you a good girl. it had been more than enough to send you over the edge into a spiraling orgasm that had slick seeping around his cock. your vision whitened, and you could only see the shadow of your ‘husband’ through the light. 

with sloppy thrusts, lando came with ease. he didn’t pull out urgently, letting his cum soak inside of you. he peppered kisses along your ankles, your calves, and let them fall to the seat. 

out of breath, your chests rose and fell at a rapid pace. lando’s forehead connected with your own, and through the haze of post-sex, he smiled at you. 

you smiled back. the two of you broke into a laugh. 

“fuckin’ knew that was gonna happen today.” he commented lazily into your chest. a hand of yours threaded through his brown curls. 

“your mastermind plan to babytrap me.” 

he raised a brow. “did you plan on leaving?”

you gave him a knowing look. “not in the slightest.” 

he became embarrassed and sheepish as he hid his face into your ribs. “no chance of it, now.” 

you chuckled, flexing your fingers to see the ring still there. “i want a real proposal, by the way.” 

his head shot up. “what? this wasn’t good enough?”

you palmed his face with one hand, and tugged the back of his curled head with the other. “bastard.” 

it only took you two ten minutes to get your clothes back on from such a leisurely excursion from the empty parking garage. covered in his spit, sweat, and cum, you didn’t feel….dirty. 

when he finally pulled up to the valet and opened the door for you, you stepped out as graciously as possible. though your hair was a tangled mess— you tried your best. lucky enough it was late enough to where minimal paparazzi were gathered. thank god. 

you shifted on your feet, shimmying the dress down, but lando came to your rescue. he pulled the dress down where it was crumpled at the back, caught between the hem of your soaked underwear. 

“that was a rental, wasn’t it?” you pointed out, looking over your shoulder.

“they should auction it.” 

you spun around and laughed in his face, gagged by the ego he has. “you have a big head.” 

“need all that room for you.” 

“cheesy.” 

lando’s eyes lit up— though exhausted from the day and your antics, the sun still rose for him— “almost forgot—” he reached into his pocket whilst you waited patiently. 

he pulled out a bracelet.

a friendship bracelet. 

“thought it suited you.” he put it around your wrist, and you analyzed it clearly. in white, capitalized letters it read:

“MOMMY”

“you really had this thing planned.” you were impressed. 

he shifted on his heels, throwing his hands up as if saying ‘what can i say?’ “p thinks you’re pregnant now.” 

you gasped. “lando!” 

“i mean…hopefully.” he winked as you fiddled with the jewelry, still not bothering to take off the ring from your finger. 

“well…” you brought a finger to your lips, thinking, “we have to be certain, don’t we?” 

lando was catching your drift as you walked backwards towards the entrance of the hotel, luring him in with your charisma. “perhaps…”

“so…we need to try again.” he wasn’t going to argue with that. “and again.” or that. “and again, for good measure.” 

“you’re gonna kill me, baby.” he whined, chasing you up the steps. you squealed, running forward. inside the elevator you two went, clicking the floor for your room. 

after further inspection, lando’s brows furrowed after he glanced over you. “what?” 

he covered his mouth to shield his devious smile. 

“what, lando?” 

he coughed to hide his amusement, but it was a very bad act. “you’re…”

“what?” 

“you’re dripping.”

you looked down at your thighs and saw the glistening reflection of his cum seeping out of you. fuck. maybe the first time was the charm, but you hoped it wasn’t. 

you really hoped it wasn’t. 

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