moonlightwritingf1

[moonlightwritingf1]

hii!

first of all i love your work so much, i’m literally obsessed😭

and then i’m here with my first request, hope it’s gonna be okay with you,

lando and reader are together for a couple of months now but for her he’s her first time in everything, so basically after a couple of time that he pleasure her, she wants to do something for him for the first time and she asks him to guide/ teach her how to give him a bj

hope you like it and feels ok with it!

bye🫶🏻

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Hope you like it!! 🧡🧡🧡🧡

[moonlightwritingf1]

Teach Me | LN4

˖𓍢ִ໋🌷͙֒ᡣ𐭩 summary ━━━━━━━ Lando and Y/N have been together for a few months now, but for her, he’s the first in everything. He’s been endlessly patient—always focused on her pleasure, never rushing or expecting anything in return. But now, Y/N wants to make him feel good too.

˖𓍢ִ໋🌷͙֒ᡣ𐭩 pairing ━━━━━━━ Lando Norris x she!reader

˖𓍢ִ໋🌷͙֒ᡣ𐭩 word count ━━━━━━━ 4.7k

˖𓍢ִ໋🌷͙֒ᡣ𐭩 warnings ━━━━━━━ +18, sexual content, oral sex (m receiving), cum swallow, choking on cock

Based on this request.

“You want to… what?” Lando’s voice cracked slightly, his eyes wide as he stared at her. His fingers, which had been lazily tracing circles on her thigh, froze mid-motion.

Y/N hesitated for a fraction of a second, her cheeks burning, but the determination in her eyes didn’t waver. “I want to… you know… make you feel good. Like you’ve done for me.” Her voice was softer now, almost a whisper, but the intensity in her gaze held his.

Lando blinked, his lips parting slightly as if he was trying to process what she’d just said. The room felt suddenly smaller, the air thicker, and the sound of their breathing seemed to echo louder than it should. “You mean… that?” he asked, his voice low and laced with a mix of disbelief and something else—something hotter, darker.

She nodded, her teeth sinking into her lower lip as she tried to suppress the nervous flutter in her chest. “I’ve been thinking about it. A lot. I… I want to. But I’m scared. I don’t know how to… do it. Will you… teach me?”

Lando’s breath hitched, and for a moment, he looked like he’d been struck by lightning. His hand moved from her thigh to her face, his thumb brushing against her cheek in a gesture so tender it made her heart ache. “Fucking hell, Y/N,” he murmured, his voice rough. “You’re going to kill me.”

She laughed nervously, the sound shaky but genuine. “I don’t want to kill you. I just… I want to make you feel good. You’ve been so patient with me, and I…” She trailed off, her fingers fidgeting with the hem of her shirt as she searched for the right words.

Lando leaned in, his forehead resting against hers, his breath warm against her skin. “You don’t have to do anything you’re not ready for, you know that, right?” he said softly, his tone earnest. “I’m not going anywhere. I’ll wait as long as you need.”

“I know,” she whispered, her hands moving to rest on his chest, feeling the steady thud of his heartbeat beneath her palms. “But I want to. I just… need you to guide me.”

Lando let out a low groan, his forehead still pressed against hers. “Christ, you’re going to be the death of me,” he muttered, but there was no mistaking the excitement in his voice. He pulled back slightly, his eyes locking with hers, and she could see the hunger there, the raw desire that he usually kept carefully in check.

“Are you sure?” he asked, his voice thick with restraint.

She nodded again, more confidently this time. “Yes. I’m sure.”

Lando exhaled sharply, his hands moving to frame her face. “Okay,” he said, his voice barely above a whisper. “But we’re going to take it slow. And if you want to stop at any point, you say the word. Deal?”

“Deal,” she breathed, her heart racing as she felt the tension between them shift, becoming something heavier, something more electric.

Without another word, she slid off the couch and knelt on the floor in front of him, her hands trembling slightly as she reached for the waistband of his sweatpants. Lando’s breath caught, his eyes darkening as he watched her, but he didn’t stop her. Instead, he leaned back slightly, giving her space to work.

“Easy,” he murmured, his voice impossibly soft as she tugged his pants down, followed by his boxers. His cock was already semi-hard, the tip flushed and twitching slightly as the cool air hit him. She couldn’t help but stare, her breath catching in her throat at the sight of him. The conversation they’d just had had made him this way, had made him horny, had made him semi-hard. And now, here she was, kneeling in front of him, her heart pounding like a drum in her chest.

Lando’s hand reached out, his fingers brushing against her cheek in a gesture so tender it made her stomach flip. “You’re doing so good, love,” he whispered, his voice thick with desire. “But before we go any further, I need to make sure you know what you’re doing. Can’t have you getting overwhelmed, yeah?”

She nodded, her eyes never leaving his. “Tell me,” she breathed, her voice barely audible. “Tell me what to do.”

Lando’s lips curved into a soft smile, but his eyes were intense, filled with a hunger that made her shiver. “First, you’re going to make me fully hard,” he said, his voice low and steady. “Use your hand. Just… take me in your palm and stroke me. Gently, at first. Like this.” His hand covered hers, guiding her as she wrapped her fingers around him. The warmth of him, the way he felt in her hand, sent a jolt of heat straight to her core.

She swallowed hard, her fingers tightening slightly as she followed his guidance. His cock twitched in her hand, growing harder with every slow stroke. “Fuck,” he hissed, his head falling back against the couch. “That’s it, love. Just like that.”

Lando’s hand moved to her chin, gently tilting her face up to meet his gaze. His eyes were dark, almost predatory, but there was a softness there too, a reassurance that made her pulse quicken. “Spit in your palm,” he instructed, his voice low and steady. “As much as you can.”

Y/N’s breath hitched, but she didn’t hesitate. She pulled her hand away from him, brought it to her mouth, and let her saliva pool in her palm. Her cheeks burned with embarrassment, but the look on Lando’s face—pure, unadulterated desire—made her feel bold. She spat into her hand, the sound loud in the quiet room, and then returned her damp palm to his cock.

The moment her slick hand wrapped around him again, Lando let out a groan that sent shivers down her spine. “Fuck, Y/N,” he muttered, his hips jerking slightly. “That’s it. Now keep stroking me. Just like that.”

She obeyed, her movements slow and deliberate as she used the wetness to glide her hand up and down his length. His cock was getting harder, throbbing in her grasp, and the way he reacted to her touch—the way his breath quickened, the way his fingers dug into the couch—only fueled her confidence.

Y/N could feel the tension building between them, the air thick with unspoken desire. Her hand moved on its own now, her strokes becoming more confident as she watched him react to her touch. His breathing grew heavier, his chest rising and falling rapidly as he fought to keep control.

“You’re a natural,” he groaned, his voice strained.

Lando’s hand gripped the back of the couch, his knuckles whitening as he fought to keep himself steady. His breathing was already ragged, his cock twitching in her palm, but he wasn’t losing control—not yet. He was savoring every second of this, every touch, every hesitant stroke of her hand. His eyes never left her face, watching her with a mix of awe and hunger that made her stomach clench with need.

“You’re doing so well, baby,” he murmured, his voice dripping with praise. “So, so well.”

Y/N’s heart swelled at his words, the encouragement fueling her confidence. But she wasn’t done yet. She wanted to do more—wanted to explore him, to taste him. The thought made her cheeks burn, but the ache between her legs was impossible to ignore. She wanted to make him feel as good as he’d made her feel, wanted to see him completely undone because of her.

“Can I—” she began, her voice trembling slightly. “Can I taste you?”

Lando’s eyes burned with hunger, a low groan escaping his lips before he could stop it. “Fuck, Y/N,” he muttered, his voice strained. 

“You’re going to kill me.” But he didn’t say no. He couldn’t. The idea of her mouth on him, her tongue exploring him, was enough to drive him to the brink of madness.

She didn’t wait for him to say more. Leaning forward, she let her lips brush against the tip of his cock, testing the feel of him against her mouth. He twitched under her touch, a sharp intake of breath hissing through his teeth. She could feel the heat of him, the way his skin was velvety soft but hard underneath, and it made her pulse quicken.

Her tongue dipped out, tentatively flicking against the tip. The taste of him was salty, musky, and it sent a jolt of heat straight to her core. Lando’s reaction was immediate—his hips jerked slightly, and a low, guttural moan spilled from his lips. 

“Fuck, baby,” he groaned, his hand gripping the couch so tightly she thought the fabric might tear. “You’re already driving me insane.”

Y/N’s heart raced, but she didn’t stop. She wanted more. Her tongue flicked out again, this time more confidently, licking up the length of his cock in a slow, deliberate stroke. She could feel the way he shuddered under her touch, the way his breath hitched when her tongue swirled around the sensitive head. It was intoxicating, the way he reacted to her, the way he was completely at her mercy.

She kissed the tip of his cock next, her lips pressing against him in a soft, lingering kiss. The sound that escaped Lando’s throat was primal, almost feral, and it sent a thrill through her. She kissed the length of him next, her lips trailing down his shaft in a series of tender, exploratory kisses. It was almost reverent, the way she was touching him, exploring him, and it made his chest ache with something he couldn’t quite name.

“You’re so gentle,” he murmured, his voice rough with desire. “It’s driving me absolutely fucking crazy.”

Y/N smiled against his skin, her confidence growing with every touch, every kiss. She was mostly exploring, learning the feel of him, the way he responded to her. But Lando was watching her with intense, unwavering focus, his eyes full of need. And he couldn’t stop the flow of praise that spilled from his lips.

“Just like that, yeah—just like that,” he groaned, his hips bucking slightly as her tongue swirled around him again. “You’re perfect.”

His words sent a rush of warmth through her, and she found herself wanting to please him even more. Her hand still stroked him slowly, her palm slick with his precum and her saliva, while her tongue continued to explore him. She licked up the length of his cock, her tongue flat against his skin, before darting back to focus on the sensitive tip. Every little movement made him twitch, made him groan, and she loved it. She loved the way he was unraveling because of her.

“You’re learning so fast,” he muttered, his voice barely above a whisper. “Feels like a dream, honestly.”

Y/N glanced up at him then, her eyes meeting his, and the intensity of his gaze made her heart skip a beat. His pupils were blown wide, the blue of his irises almost completely swallowed by the black, and the heat in his eyes was undeniable. He looked like he was hanging on by a thread, like he was one touch away from completely losing control.

“Wrap your lips around me,” he instructed gently, his hand moving to the back of her head in a soft, guiding touch. “Just the tip. ‘’

She obeyed, her lips parting as she took the head of his cock into her mouth. 

‘’That’s it… good girl.”

The first taste of him was overwhelming—salty, musky, and so incredibly him. She could feel the way his body tensed, the way his fingers tightened in her hair, and it made her shiver with anticipation. Her cheeks hollowed slightly as she sucked on him tentatively, her tongue pressing against the underside of his shaft.

“Fuck,” Lando choked out, his head tipping back against the couch. “Slow, baby. You don’t have to take it all. Just what feels good to you.”

She nodded slightly, her lips still wrapped tight around him, and she began to move. Slowly, hesitantly, she bobbed her head, taking just a little more of him into her mouth with each pass. The way he filled her mouth, the way his cock throbbed against her tongue, was intoxicating. She could feel the tension in his body, the way he was fighting to keep himself still, and it only made her want to push him further.

Her hand continued to stroke him in tandem with her mouth, her fingers tight around the base of his cock as she worked him. Every now and then, she’d pull back, her tongue swirling around the tip before diving back down. The sounds he was making—low, guttural moans that seemed to come from deep within his chest—were driving her wild. She wanted to hear more, wanted to see just how far she could take him.

“Jesus Christ,” Lando muttered, his hand tightening in her hair. “You’re going to make me fucking come, Y/N.”

The words sent a rush of heat through her, and she pulled back slightly, her lips brushing against the tip of his cock as she looked up at him. Her eyes were wide, her cheeks flushed, and her lips slick with his precum. She looked utterly sinful, and it made Lando’s chest ache with how much he wanted her.

“Keep going,” he whispered, his voice rough with need. “Please, baby. Keep going.”

She didn’t need to be told twice. Her lips wrapped around him again, her tongue swirling around his tip before she took him deeper into her mouth. She could feel the way his body tensed, the way his hips bucked slightly, and she loved it. She loved the way he was completely at her mercy, the way he was unraveling because of her.

And she knew, without a doubt, that she was going to make him come.

Y/N’s confidence was growing with every bob of her head, her lips sliding down a little further each time. But then, pushing just a fraction deeper than before, the tip of his cock hit the back of her throat. She gagged, a choked sound escaping her as she instinctively pulled back, her eyes watering as she looked up at him.

“Shit, you okay?” Lando asked, his voice thick with concern as he sat up slightly, his hand hovering near her face. She nodded quickly, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand.

“I’m fine,” she whispered, her voice a little shaky.

“I want to keep trying.” Lando’s chest swelled with pride, his gaze softening as he brushed a strand of hair away from her face. Lando’s hand gently cupped her cheek, his thumb brushing away a stray tear that had escaped her watering eyes. 

“Are you sure?” he asked, his voice low and tender, though it was laced with an unmistakable strain. “We can stop right now if it’s too much. I don’t want to push you, love.”

She looked up at him, her eyes wide but determined, her lips still damp from where they’d been wrapped around him. 

“I’m sure,” she whispered, her voice steady despite the faint tremor in it. “I don’t want to stop. I want to keep going. I want to make you feel good.”

Lando’s breath hitched, his chest swelling with something that felt dangerously close to awe. “Fuck, Y/N,” he muttered, his voice rough with emotion. His fingers traced the curve of her jaw, his touch so soft it made her heart ache. “You’re fucking perfect.”

The way he said it—like she was the most incredible thing he’d ever seen—sent a shiver down her spine. She could see it in his eyes, the way he was completely undone by her, the way he was hanging on every move she made. It was intoxicating, the way she had this power over him, the way he was so utterly hers.

She dove back in, her lips wrapping around him again, determined to push past the discomfort.

She slowed her pace, her lips gliding gently over him, savoring the feel of his cock against her tongue. Her movements were soft, almost teasing, as she focused on the tip, swirling her tongue around the sensitive ridge. Her hand stayed at the base, stroking him in slow, steady motions, her touch light but firm. Lando’s breath hitched, his fingers twitching against the couch as he let out a low, shuddering groan. 

“Fuck, Y/N,” he muttered, his voice rough with need. “You’re so—god—so fucking good at this.” Y/N smiled against him, her confidence growing again.

This time, when she gagged, she didn’t pull back. Her throat clenched around him, her eyes watering, but she didn’t stop. She kept going, her hand stroking him in tandem with her mouth. Lando’s reaction was instant, his hips jerking slightly as a string of curses spilled from his lips. 

“Shit—shit, baby, that was—fuck,” he groaned, his hand twitching where it rested on the couch, fighting the urge to grip her hair. 

“That little gag? And you kept going? Christ, baby,” he muttered, his voice strained. “You’re driving me out of my fucking mind.”

She moaned softly around him, the vibrations sending a jolt of pleasure through his body, as if she was agreeing with his words in the most intimate way possible. The sound was muffled by his cock, but it was enough to make Lando’s breath hitch, his hips jerking slightly as he fought to keep still. 

“That’s it, baby,” he groaned, his voice rough with need, his fingers tangling in her hair as he guided her. “You’re fucking perfect.”

Her lips tightened around him, her tongue swirling around his tip as she took him deeper, her moans growing louder with every bob of her head. The vibrations of her voice against his sensitive skin drove him wild, his cock throbbing in her mouth as precum leaked from the tip. 

The deep, guttural moan that escaped him next made her thighs press together, her core aching with need. It was raw, uncontrollable, and it did something to her that she couldn’t explain. Lando noticed, his lips curling into a smirk even as his breath came in short, uneven gasps.

“You like hearing me fall apart?” he teased, his voice barely above a whisper.

Y/N pulled back with a soft pop, her lips glistening and slightly swollen. She looked up at him, her eyes filled with desire but still holding that hint of shyness that drove him wild. 

“Yes,” she whispered, her voice barely audible but laced with so much intention it sent a shiver down his spine. Her fingers tightened around the base of his cock, her touch firm but still so gentle that it made him ache.

“Then keep going,” Lando said, his voice low and commanding, though there was a softness in it that was meant just for her. His thumb brushed her cheek, a silent affirmation. 

“I’m yours.” Her breath hitched at his words, and for a moment, she just stared at him, her heart racing at the weight of what he’d just said. “I’m yours.” It wasn’t just permission—it was a surrender.

She obeyed without hesitation, her lips and tongue working him with a renewed sense of purpose. The way he was reacting—the way he was completely at her mercy—was intoxicating. Her movements were slow but deliberate, her tongue swirling around the sensitive tip of his cock before taking him deeper, her cheeks hollowing as she sucked. She could feel the tension building in him, the way his body tensed with every stroke, every flick of her tongue. His breathing was ragged, his hips jerking slightly as he fought to keep still.

Lando’s moans were growing louder, more desperate, and Y/N could feel it—the tension in his body, the way his thighs trembled, the way his hand tightened in her hair. It was as if he was hanging on by a thread, and she was the one unraveling him, inch by inch. Her confidence had skyrocketed, her movements growing faster, sloppier, her lips and tongue working him with a hunger she didn’t realize she had. She wanted to push him to the edge, wanted to see him completely undone because of her.

“Y/N—baby—” he gasped, his voice trembling with need. “Slow down. I’m gonna… fuck, I’m gonna come.” But she didn’t stop. If anything, she pressed on, her lips tightening around him, her tongue swirling around the sensitive tip of his cock in a way that made his hips jerk uncontrollably. “Fuck,” he groaned, his hand gripping the couch cushion so hard that the fabric creaked under his fingers. “You’re going to kill me.”

His warning only fueled her determination. She looked up at him, her lips still wrapped around him, her eyes locking with his. Her gaze was intense, filled with a mix of innocence and boldness that made his chest ache. She pulled back just enough to speak, her voice soft but laced with determination. “I want to try swallowing,” she whispered, her words sending a jolt of heat straight to his core.

Lando’s jaw dropped, his breath catching in his throat as he stared at her, utterly stunned. “Jesus Christ,” he muttered, the words barely audible. His hand tightened in her hair, his fingers trembling slightly as he fought to keep himself steady. He was so close—so fucking close—and the way she was looking at him, the way she was so eager to please him, was enough to send him over the edge.

She didn’t wait for him to respond. Her lips wrapped around him again, her tongue flicking against the sensitive underside of his cock as she took him deeper. The way she was working him—the way she was so determined to make him come—was driving him out of his mind. His hips jerked again, his thighs trembling as he fought to keep still. “Y/N,” he groaned, her name spilling from his lips like a prayer. “Fuck, baby, I’m—I’m gonna—”

He didn’t finish the sentence. His climax hit him like a tidal wave, his entire body shaking as he came, his hand gripping the back of her head as he spilled into her mouth. Y/N’s eyes widened slightly at the sudden rush of warmth, but she didn’t pull back. She stayed there, her lips still wrapped around him, her tongue working to swallow every drop. The taste was salty and it sent a jolt of heat straight to her core. She could feel the way he was trembling, the way his breath came in short, uneven gasps, and it made her heart race.

Lando’s hand fell from her hair, his fingers twitching slightly as he tried to catch his breath. His head was tipped back against the couch, his chest rising and falling rapidly as he fought to come down from the high she’d just given him. “Fuck,” he muttered, his voice hoarse and rough. “Y/N… baby… that was—” He didn’t finish the sentence, his words trailing off as he let out a shaky breath.

She pulled back slowly, her lips still glistening as she looked up at him. Her cheeks were flushed, her eyes wide and filled with a mix of innocence and something else—something that made his chest ache. She hesitated for a moment, her gaze flicking down to the tip of his cock, where a single drop of cum still lingered. She leaned forward, her tongue darting out to lick it off, her lips closing around the tip in a soft, lingering kiss. Lando’s entire body stiffened, his breath catching in his throat as he watched her. “You didn’t have to—fuck, that was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen,” he muttered, his voice rough with disbelief. He stared down at her, his chest rising and falling rapidly as he tried to process what she’d just done. “I didn’t even think you’d… Jesus, you’re full of surprises.”

She smiled shyly, her cheeks burning as she glanced up at him. “I just… wanted to,” she whispered, her voice barely audible.

Lando’s heart swelled at her words, his chest aching with something he couldn’t quite name. He leaned forward, his hand moving to cup her cheek, his thumb brushing against her jaw in a gesture so tender it made her stomach flip. “Come here,” he murmured, his voice soft but laced with need. “I need to kiss you. Right now.”

She didn’t hesitate. She leaned in, her lips meeting his in a slow, lingering kiss that made her heart race. It was soft, almost reverent, but there was a hunger there that made her chest ache. His hand moved to the back of her neck, his fingers tangling in her hair as he deepened the kiss, his tongue brushing against hers in a way that sent shivers down her spine.

When he finally pulled back, his forehead resting against hers, his breath warm against her skin, he let out a shaky laugh. “I’ll never forget this,” he whispered, his voice rough with emotion. “Ever. You’ve ruined every other memory I have.”

She laughed softly, her hand moving to rest on his chest, feeling the steady thud of his heartbeat beneath her palm. “You’re not so bad yourself,” she teased, her voice laced with a playfulness that made him smile.

Lando groaned, his hand moving to the back of his neck as he let out a shaky breath. “You’re going to be the death of me, Y/N,” he muttered, but there was no mistaking the affection in his voice.

Lando didn’t waste a second. As soon as she leaned back, he pulled her up and into his lap, his arms wrapping around her like she was the most precious thing in the world. His hands were gentle but firm, cradling her against him as he pressed a soft kiss to her forehead. “That was… holy shit,” he breathed, his voice a mix of awe and disbelief. He shook his head slightly, his hand smoothing over her back in slow, comforting circles. “You didn’t just make me feel good, love. You made me feel worshipped.”

Y/N’s cheeks flushed at his words, her heart swelling with a warmth she couldn’t quite describe. She hesitated for a moment, her fingers nervously playing with the fabric of his shirt. “Did I… did I do okay?” she whispered, her voice tentative, almost shy.

Lando’s eyes widened, and he let out a soft, incredulous laugh. “Okay?” he repeated, his voice laced with disbelief. He took her hand and placed it firmly over his chest, letting her feel the rapid, unsteady beat of his heart. “You destroyed me,” he murmured, his voice rough with emotion. “Feel that? That’s what you do to me. Every single time.”

Her breath hitched at his words, her fingers curling slightly against his chest. She could feel the way his heart raced beneath her palm, the way his body still trembled from the intensity of what had just happened. It was a feeling she’d never experienced before—this power, this connection. And it was because of him, because of the way he looked at her, the way he held her, the way he made her feel like she was everything.

Lando’s hand moved to her chin, gently tilting her face up to meet his gaze. His eyes were soft, filled with so much tenderness it made her chest ache. “You’re incredible,” he whispered, his voice barely audible. “You know that, right? You’re fucking incredible.”

Y/N’s eyes filled with tears, but she blinked them away quickly, a small smile tugging at her lips. “I’m just… trying to keep up with you,” she said softly, her voice trembling slightly.

Lando shook his head, his thumb brushing against her cheek in a gesture so tender it made her heart ache. “You’re not just keeping up, Y/N,” he murmured. “You’re leading. And I’m fucking obsessed with it.” He leaned in then, his lips brushing against hers in a kiss that was so soft, so gentle, it made her chest swell with something she couldn’t quite name.

When he pulled back, he rested his forehead against hers, his breath warm against her skin. “You’re it for me,” he whispered, his voice thick with emotion. “You know that, right?”

Y/N’s breath hitched, her heart racing at his words. She nodded slightly, her hand still resting on his chest, feeling the steady thud of his heartbeat beneath her palm. “I do,” she whispered, her voice barely audible. “And you’re it for me too.”

[moonlightwritingf1]

can you do enemies to lovers with Lando

Lando has wanted reader from the first moment they met, he finds her very attractive, she also finds him very attractive but because of some misunderstanding when they first met they both think the other one haters the other one.

one time they're somewhere with their friend group and reader accidentally catches Lando while he's jerking off moaning her name. she watches him for a bit, getting horny and then she reveals herself to him. Lando panics. somehow she teases him and ends up on her knees in front of him and she makes him choose between a blowjob and a boobjob (because she caught him staring at her boobs many times before) and he choses the boobjob.

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[moonlightwritingf1]

Pathetic | LN4

ᯓ★ summary ━━━━━━━ Y/N catches Lando jerking off and moaning her name when he thinks he’s alone, and all the anger and tension between them finally cracks. Teasing him ruthlessly, she offers him a choice — a blowjob or a boobjob — knowing exactly how badly he’s wanted her all along.

ᯓ★ pairing ━━━━━━━ Lando Norris x she!reader

ᯓ★ word count ━━━━━━━ 4.4k

ᯓ★ warnings ━━━━━━━ +18, sexual content, enemies to lovers, edging?, boobjob, masturbation (m), a bit of submissive Lando?

Based on this request.

The villa in Ibiza was quiet, save for the sound of waves crashing against the shore outside. Most of the group had gone out for the day, leaving Lando and Y/N behind—though neither knew the other was still there. 

Lando, laid out on his bed, thought he was alone. The door to his bedroom was slightly ajar, letting in a sliver of light from the hallway. His hand moved lazily up and down his cock, his breath hitching as he closed his eyes and let out a low moan.

"Y/N," Lando moaned, his voice low and desperate, his hand moving furiously over his cock. His breathing was ragged, his hips bucking slightly off the bed as he imagined her beneath him, around him, everywhere. His eyes were closed, his lips parted as he whispered her name again, louder this time, more urgent. "Y/N, fuck, Y/N—"

Meanwhile, Y/N was in her room, which was just next to Lando’s. She had opted to stay back, claiming she wanted to catch up on some work emails. In reality she needed the solitude, a break from the constant tension that followed her and Lando wherever they went.

But the faint sound of moans caught her attention. What the hell? she thought, sitting up in bed. She heard it again—a low, muffled groan that sounded almost… familiar. Her curiosity got the better of her. She crept out of her room, her bare feet silent against the cool tile floor.

The door to Lando’s room was slightly open. She pressed her palm against it, pushing it just enough to peer inside. And there he was—Lando, lying on his back, his hand wrapped around his cock, his eyes shut tight as he murmured her name.

Y/N.

For a moment, she froze. Her cheeks flushed, and a mix of shock and something else—heat?—surged through her. She should’ve turned around. She should’ve walked away. But instead, she pushed the door open fully, stepping inside.

The sound of the door creaking open made his eyes snap open, his hand freezing mid-stroke. He barely had time to grab the pillow beside him and shove it over his lap before she was standing there, her arms crossed, her lips curved into a smirk that was equal parts mocking and dangerous.

"Well, well, well," she drawled, leaning against the doorframe. Her voice was smooth, but there was a sharp edge to it that made Lando’s stomach twist. "If I didn’t know any better, I’d think you were fantasizing about me, Lando."

His face burned, his mind racing for an excuse, any excuse, but all he could manage was a strangled, "What the fuck are you doing here?"

She raised an eyebrow, stepping fully into the room and closing the door behind her with a soft click. The sound seemed to echo in the silence that followed. "Funny," she said, taking slow, deliberate steps toward him. "I was about to ask you the same thing. Thought I was alone in the villa. Imagine my surprise when I heard someone moaning my name like they were in some porno."

Lando’s jaw tightened, his grip on the pillow tightening as she came closer. "I wasn’t—" he started, but she cut him off with a laugh.

"Don’t even bother lying," she said, her eyes narrowing as she reached the foot of the bed. "I heard you, Lando. Y/N, Y/N, Y/N." She mimicked his moans, her voice dripping with mockery. "God, you sound pathetic."

His chest tightened, a mix of embarrassment and anger bubbling up inside him. "Shut up," he snapped, his voice sharper than he intended. "You don’t know what you’re talking about."

"I think I do," she shot back, her smirk widening as she leaned over the bed, her hands resting on the edge of the mattress. "I think I know exactly what’s going on here. You’ve been obsessed with me for months, haven’t you? All that hate, all those snide comments, it was just a cover, wasn’t it? Because god forbid Lando Norris actually admits he likes someone."

He glared at her, his jaw clenched so tight it ached. "You’re delusional."

"Am I?" she asked, straightening up and crossing her arms over her chest again. "Because the evidence is pretty damning. You were jerking off, you had the door ajar, and you were yelling my name like it was the only thing keeping you alive. Doesn’t exactly scream ‘I can’t stand her,’ does it?"

He opened his mouth to retort, but no words came out. She had him cornered, and they both knew it. Her smirk grew sharper, more triumphant, as she stepped around the side of the bed, her hips swaying with every step. She stopped right in front of him, her gaze dropping to the pillow still clutched to his lap.

"Embarrassed, are we?" she teased, her voice low and taunting. "Don’t worry, Lando. I’ve seen it before. I’ve seen you staring plenty of times. You’re not exactly subtle."

His face burned hotter, his grip on the pillow tightening. "Get out."

She ignored him, her smirk softening into something dangerously playful. "Tell you what," she said, kneeling on the edge of the bed, her knees pressing into the mattress as she leaned closer to him. "I’ll make you a deal. You’ve been fantasizing about me, right? So let’s make it real. I’ll give you a choice—blowjob or boobjob. What’s it gonna be?"

Lando’s heart skipped a beat, his chest tightening as her words sank in. "What?" he choked out, his voice barely above a whisper.

"You heard me," she said, her voice a low purr. "Choose. And don’t bother lying—I know you’ve been staring at these too." She gestured to her chest, her smirk widening as his eyes flicked down involuntarily before he quickly looked away.

He swallowed hard, his throat dry. "You’re fucking with me."

"Maybe," she said with a shrug, her fingers trailing lightly along the edge of the pillow. "But do you really want to take that chance?"

His breathing hitched, his mind racing. She was teasing him, taunting him, and he hated how much it was working. He hated how much he wanted her, how much he’d been wanting her for months. "Boobjob," he blurted out before he could stop himself.

Her smirk turned into a full-blown grin, and she leaned back slightly, her hands moving to the hem of her top. "Knew it," she said, her voice tinged with amusement as she pulled the fabric over her head and tossed it aside. Her bra followed a moment later, and Lando’s breath caught in his throat as her breasts were fully exposed.

She was gorgeous, her skin smooth and glowing in the sunlight streaming through the windows. Her nipples were already hard, and he couldn’t help but stare, his mouth going dry as she shifted closer to him.

"Like what you see?" she asked, her voice low and teasing. Her hands moved to the pillow still clutched to his lap, and she tugged it free, tossing it aside without a second thought. His cock sprang free, fully hard and aching, and she let out a soft laugh. "Guess you weren’t completely lying."

She smirked, her eyes gleaming with mischief as she pulled back slightly, her hands moving to his shoulders. "Sit up," she commanded, her voice low and firm. Lando hesitated for a moment, his chest still heaving, but he obeyed, shifting his body to the edge of the bed until his feet touched the floor. She stepped back, her gaze never leaving his as she knelt down in front of him, her knees pressing into the soft carpet.

"Legs open," she instructed, her tone playful but commanding. Lando’s breath hitched, but he didn’t argue, his thighs parting slightly to give her space. She moved closer, her hands resting on his knees as she leaned in, her face just inches from his cock. He could feel her breath against him, warm and maddening, and it took every ounce of willpower not to thrust into the empty air.

"Look at you," she murmured, her voice dripping with amusement as her fingers trailed lightly along his thighs. "So eager, so desperate. And all for me." She glanced up at him, her lips curving into a smirk that made his stomach twist. "You really are pathetic, Lando."

Lando’s cheeks burned, but he couldn’t look away, his eyes locked on her as she leaned in closer, her breasts brushing against his thighs. 

"Now," she said, her voice a low, sultry purr as her hands moved to his cock, stroking it slowly, teasingly. "Let’s see if I can live up to your fantasies."

He let out a shaky breath, his hips bucking slightly into her touch, and she laughed softly, her fingers tightening around him. "Eager, are we?" she teased, her other hand moving to cup one of her breasts as she leaned in closer, her lips brushing against his ear. "Don’t worry, Lando. I’ll make sure you never forget this."

With a wicked gleam in her eyes, Y/N pressed her breasts together, her hands cupping the soft flesh firmly. Her fingers teased her nipples as she leaned forward, her gaze locked on Lando’s flushed face. “Let’s make this good for you,” she purred, her voice dripping with mischief. She positioned his cock between her tits, the tip brushing against the warm, smooth skin. Lando let out a low groan, his hands gripping the edge of the bed as she squeezed her breasts tighter around him.

“Feel that?” she whispered, her voice a sultry tease as she began to move her tits up and down his length. Her hands guided the motion, pressing her soft flesh together with just the right amount of pressure to drive him wild. Lando’s breathing hitched, his hips twitching as he tried to thrust into her, but she held him firmly in place with her hands, controlling the pace completely.

“Easy, Lando,” she chided, her lips curving into a smirk. “Don’t get ahead of yourself. I’m in charge here.” She increased the speed slightly, her breasts sliding wetly along his cock, the sensation maddeningly good. His head fell back, a guttural moan escaping his lips as she leaned in closer, her breath warm against his skin.

“You like that, don’t you?” she teased, her voice a low, taunting purr. Her hands moved faster, her tits pressing tightly against him in a rhythmic motion that had him trembling. “God, you’re so into this. You’ve been dreaming about this, haven’t you? Me, touching you like this, making you feel so good.”

Lando couldn’t answer, his mind clouded with pleasure as she continued to move, her tits sliding effortlessly along his cock. She watched him with a satisfied smirk, her hands guiding her breasts in a way that drew out every ounce of tension in his body. “Come on, Lando,” she whispered, her voice soft and commanding. “Let me hear you. Say my name.”

He groaned, his eyes fluttering shut as he fought to hold on, the pressure building with every stroke of her breasts. “Y/N,” he gasped, his voice breaking. “Fuck, Y/N—“

“That’s it,” she purred, her fingers tightening around her breasts as she increased the pace, her tits moving faster, harder. 

With a wicked grin, Y/N leaned back slightly, her hands still guiding her breasts along Lando’s cock. She spat directly onto her chest, the saliva landing between her breasts and coating her skin with a slick sheen.

 “You’re gonna come so fast, it’s embarrassing,” she teased, her voice dripping with mockery as she resumed moving, even faster now—her tits slick and bouncing with every motion. 

She kept her eyes locked on his, reveling in the way his breath hitched and his thighs trembled beneath her. 

“Look at you. Barely a minute in and you’re already twitching. Is this really all it takes? My tits around your cock?” Lando groaned, his humiliation and addiction tangled into one shaky exhale.

“You think I don’t know you’ve wanted this since day one?” she continued, her voice low and mean as she squeezed her tits tighter around him. Her hands pressed her flesh together with deliberate force, making his cock throb against her.

 “All those insults, all that bickering—just cover for this, wasn’t it?” She leaned in closer, her breath hot against his ear as she added, “You wanted to come all over my tits the second you met me.” His whimper was all the confirmation she needed, and she smirked, her hands moving faster now, her nipples dragging against his length with every stroke.

“Let me show you what you’ve been fantasizing wrong,” she whispered, leaning over his cock again and letting her spit drizzle down onto him. 

She slid her breasts around him once more, the wetness making the motion smoother, more maddening. 

“Bet you imagined it, didn’t you?” she taunted, her voice a low purr as she rocked faster, her tits around him in a way that made his head spin. 

“But your version wasn’t nearly this good.” Her nipples brushed against him deliberately, and he groaned, his hips bucking slightly into her touch.

When his hands instinctively reached for her—whether to touch her head or chest, she wasn’t sure—she slapped them away with a sharp, “No touching. You don’t get that privilege.” Her tone was firm, her eyes blazing as she leaned back slightly, her hands still working him. 

“Keep your fucking hands to yourself,” she snapped, her smirk turning cruel. “You want this? You watch. You moan. You come. That’s it.” She picked up the pace with ruthless precision, loving the way he shuddered beneath her, completely at her mercy.

Y/N slowed her movements just as Lando’s breathing grew ragged, his cock twitching between her tits. She tilted her head, her smirk widening as she watched the desperation flicker across his face. “Think you get to come just because I let you between my tits?” she purred, her voice dripping with mockery. “Not a chance.” She eased up further, her breasts gliding along his length with agonizing slowness, her fingers pressing her flesh together just enough to keep him on the edge.

Lando groaned, his hips bucking slightly into her. “Y/N, please—”

“Please what?” she interrupted, her tone sharp and taunting. “You want to come? Too bad. You’re not allowed to come until I say so.” Her hands tightened around her breasts, her pace quickening slightly before slowing down again—just enough to make him whimper.

His eyes squeezed shut, his jaw clenching as he fought to hold on. “Fuck, Y/N—you’re killing me.”

“Good,” she shot back, her voice low and mean. She sped up again, her tits sliding wetly along his length, the sensation maddening. “You deserve it, Lando. All those times you pretended to hate me—acting like you couldn’t stand being near me. And now look at you.” She laughed softly, her nipples brushing against him again. “Pathetic.”

He let out a strangled groan, his hands gripping the mattress so tightly his knuckles turned white. “I can’t—”

“You can,” she interrupted, her voice firm. “And you will. Because I’m not done with you yet.”

She edged him again, her movements mercilessly slow, her eyes locked on his face as he squirmed beneath her. Sweat beaded at his temples, his chest heaving with every ragged breath.

“Oh, you poor thing,” she cooed, her voice dripping with mockery as she leaned in closer. “Are you gonna cry?”

“Fuck off,” he growled, though there was no bite to his words, just exhaustion and need.

She laughed, her hands moving faster now, her tits pressing tightly around him. “You look like you’re about to cry. Is it that good? Hm? My tits feel that fucking amazing?” She smirked, her fingers tightening around her breasts as she increased the pace, her nipples dragging against his cock with every stroke.

Lando’s head fell back, a guttural moan escaping his lips. “Y/N—!”

“That’s it,” she whispered, her voice soft and taunting. “Say my name. Let me hear how much you need this.”

He groaned, his thighs trembling beneath her. “You want me pathetic? You’ve got it. Just—don’t stop.”

She laughed softly, her hands guiding her breasts in a rhythm that had him hovering on the edge. “Oh, I won’t stop,” she purred, her lips brushing against his ear. “Not until I’m ready for you to come.”

She leaned in closer, her tits pressing tightly around his cock as she moved with deliberate slowness. Lando’s mouth fell open, his usual smugness obliterated. His eyes were glazed, his breathing ragged. “So this is what shuts you up,” she purred, her voice dripping with amusement. “All that attitude, gone. Just like that.” She smirked, bouncing her tits harder around him, the pressure making his hips buck. “Next time you talk back, I’ll gag you with them.”

Lando groaned, his voice rough with desperation. “Say whatever the fuck you want—I’ll take it. Just keep going.” His hands twitched at his sides, but she shot him a sharp look, and he stayed still, obeying her unspoken command. His eyes fluttered shut as she continued, her movements relentless. “You’re so soft. So fucking perfect.”

She slowed again, just for a moment, her tits gliding slickly along his length, and leaned in until the tip of his cock was almost brushing her lips with every thrust. “You’re close, aren’t you?” she whispered, her tone dangerously low. “Better aim for my tits, pretty boy. Don’t you dare come on my face.” That line alone made him choke on a moan, his cock twitching madly between her breasts.

“Aim for your tits? Fuck—say it again. Please,” he begged, his voice breaking. She smirked, her hands tightening around her breasts as she increased the pace again. “Don’t stop—don’t you fucking stop,” he gasped, his thighs trembling beneath her.

Just as Lando was right at the edge, breath hitching and thighs trembling, she pulled back slightly, letting the swollen, flushed tip of his cock pulse between her slick, glistening breasts. 

“Give it to me,” she commanded, her voice firm and unwavering, her eyes locked on his with a burning intensity. “All over me. I want it on my chest. Now.”

Lando let out a strangled groan, his release hitting her with a force that made her smirk widen. His cum splattered across her skin, warm and messy, and she didn’t flinch, her hands pressing her breasts together tighter to catch every last drop. 

“Messy little thing,” she purred, her voice dripping with amusement as she smeared it over her skin, her fingers tracing lazy patterns in the mess she’d made of him. “Good thing I like cleaning up after you.”

He stared at her, dazed and breathless, his chest heaving as he tried to find the words. “Look at you,” he murmured, his voice hoarse and reverent, his gaze locked on the way she wore his release like it was hers by right. “Wearing it like it’s yours.”

She laughed softly, the sound low and teasing, her fingers trailing over her chest with deliberate slowness. “You don’t know what you’ve done to me,” he added, his tone a mix of awe and exhaustion, his body still trembling from the intensity of his release.

She leaned back slightly, her breasts still pressed against his softening cock, and smirked as she felt him twitch weakly beneath her. “Oh, look at that,” she teased, her voice low and mocking. 

“Still so sensitive. Maybe I should do it again.” She pressed her tits tighter around him, watching with satisfaction as he let out a broken whimper, his body too spent to do anything but respond. 

“You’d let me ruin you twice, wouldn’t you?” she purred, her fingers trailing lightly over her own skin, still glistening with his release.

Lando’s breathing hitched, his chest heaving as he stared at her, his face flushed and his brain foggy from the intensity of his orgasm. She lingered just above his cock, her smirk widening as she studied his dazed expression. 

“Still think you hate me?” she whispered, her voice dripping with mockery. “You just came all over my tits moaning my name, Lando. Still want to pretend you can’t stand me?”

He didn’t answer, his eyes locked on hers, and she laughed softly, leaning in to press a kiss to his lips—mockingly sweet, her touch just enough to make him shudder. 

“Pathetic,” she murmured, her voice dripping with amusement as she started to pull back. But before she could, Lando’s hands shot up, his fingers gripping her face with a sudden intensity that made her breath catch. He cradled her cheeks in his palms, his touch surprisingly tender despite the roughness of his grip, and pulled her back in, crashing his lips against hers in a kiss that was anything but sweet.

It was hard, demanding, desperate, and full of all the pent-up frustration and obsession he’d been hiding for months. His mouth moved against hers with a hunger that left her dizzy, his tongue sliding against hers in a way that made her knees weaken. She let out a muffled sound of surprise, her hands instinctively grabbing onto his shoulders for balance as he kissed her like he was trying to imprint himself onto her very soul.

For a moment, she was too stunned to react, her body frozen in shock. But then she melted into it, her lips parting wider as she kissed him back with equal ferocity. Her fingers twisted into his hair, pulling him closer as the heat between them ignited into something raw and all-consuming.

When he finally pulled back, they were both gasping for air, their foreheads resting against each other as they tried to catch their breath. His eyes were almost wild, and his chest heaved as he stared at her like she was the only thing anchoring him to the earth.

“Pathetic, huh?” he rasped, his voice rough and low, his lips still hovering just inches from hers. His hands stayed on her face, his thumbs brushing lightly over her cheeks as if he couldn’t bear to let her go.

She smirked, though her own breath was still uneven, her heart pounding in her chest. “Maybe not completely,” she admitted, her voice a little unsteady. Her hands slid from his hair to his shoulders, her nails digging into his skin just enough to make him hiss. “But don’t think this changes anything, Lando.”

He chuckled, a low, breathless sound, and leaned in to kiss her again—softer this time, but no less intense. “Oh, it changes everything,” he murmured against her lips, his voice thick with something she couldn’t quite decipher. “And you know it.”

She rolled her eyes, but the smug smirk on her face betrayed her, and she let him pull her into another kiss, this one slower, deeper, and far more dangerous.

She smirked against his lips, burying her hands in his hair again, but as his desperation grew, she pulled back sharply, breaking the kiss with a force that left his lips chasing hers. "Ah, ah, ah," she teased, her voice low and mocking as she pressed a finger to his lips, stopping him from leaning in again.

 "Did I say you could keep kissing me?" Her tone was playful but firm, her eyes glinting with mischief as she tilted her head, studying his flushed face.

Lando groaned, his chest heaving, but she didn’t let him speak, her finger still resting on his lips. "You’re getting greedy, Lando," she purred, her voice dripping with mockery. "First my tits, now my lips? What’s next?" She raised an eyebrow, her smirk widening as she leaned in closer, her breath warm against his skin. "Don’t push your luck."

His hands, but he stayed still, his gaze locked on hers as she pulled back completely, leaving him breathless and wanting. "Patience," she whispered, her voice a low, sultry promise as she straightened up, her smirk never faltering. "I’ll decide when you get more."

He glared at her, but there was no real anger in his expression—just frustration, pure and unrelenting. "You’re killing me," he rasped, his voice rough with need.

She laughed softly, her fingers trailing lightly over his cheek before she leaned in and pressed a quick, teasing kiss to his lips. "Good," she murmured, her lips curving into a smirk as she pulled back again. "That’s the idea."

Before leaving, she leaned over him, her breasts still sticky with his cum, her smirk as sharp as ever. “Next time,” she purred, her voice low and dangerous, “if you touch me without permission, I’ll edge you for hours.” 

Her words were a threat wrapped in silk, and Lando shuddered, his cock twitching weakly at the mere thought. She grinned, savoring the way his breath hitched, and pressed a soft kiss to his shoulder—gentle, almost sweet, in stark contrast to the havoc she’d just wreaked on him.

Then she shifted lower, her eyes locked on his face as she trailed her lips across the base of his cock, her touch feather-light but deliberate. He let out a strangled groan, his body still trembling from overstimulation as she kissed him there—once, twice—soft and lingering. Her lips lingered on the flushed head, an open-mouthed kiss that was slow, claiming, and so utterly possessive that it made his chest tighten. 

“There,” she murmured, her voice a low, satisfied purr. “Now you’ll never forget who ruined you first.”

His cock twitched again, a weak but undeniable response to her words, and she laughed softly, her tone equal parts wicked and sweet. 

“Poor thing,” she cooed, her lips curving into a smirk that was pure evil. “Still trying to recover?” She reached out, her fingers brushing lightly over the sensitive tip, and he hissed, his body arching involuntarily. But she didn’t linger, her touch as fleeting as her mercy.

With a final, teasing glance, she rose to her feet, her hips swaying as she walked away, like she hadn’t just tattooed herself into his memory forever. Lando stared after her, his chest heaving, his mind still reeling from the intensity of what she’d done to him. She paused at the door, glancing over her shoulder with that same infuriating smirk.

 “Sleep well tonight, Lando,” she said, her voice dripping with mockery. “I’m sure you’ll be dreaming of me.”

And then she was gone, leaving him lying there, his body spent but his mind racing. He groaned, running a hand over his face as he tried to process what had just happened. She’d ruined him, completely and utterly, and the worst part was—he loved it.

[moonlightwritingf1]

lando x girlfriend!reader smut with breeding kink

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[moonlightwritingf1]

All His | LN4

ᡣ𐭩ྀིྀི summary ━━━━━━━ Lando finally gives in to the tension Y/N has been teasing him with all night, determined to remind her exactly who she belongs to. Their night quickly turns into something possessive, filthy, and intimate—him whispering promises of breeding her, worshipping her body, and filling her until she can’t take any more. Even after he cums, he doesn’t stop.

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

ᡣ𐭩ྀིྀི word count ━━━━━━━ 3.4k

ᡣ𐭩ྀིྀི warnings ━━━━━━━ +18, sexual content, p in v, fingering, creampie, breeding kink, breast play, nipples play, mirror sex, multiple positions, rough sex, dirty talk

Based on this request.

Y/N lay sprawled across the plush, white sheets of his bed, her chest rising and falling in a rhythm that matched the ache between her thighs. Lando stood at the foot of the bed, shirtless, his hands on his hips, his eyes burning into her with a mixture of desire and something deeper—something possessive.

“You’re not getting away with it tonight,” he said, his voice low and teasing, the corners of his mouth curling into that smirk that always made her stomach flutter.

She arched a brow, propping herself up on her elbows. “Getting away with what?” she asked, her tone innocent, though the glint in her eyes betrayed her.

“Playing this game.” He stepped closer, his fingers trailing up her calf, sending a shiver through her. “You’ve been teasing me all night, love. And now you’re lying there looking like that, expecting me to just...” He shook his head, his grip tightening slightly. “No. Not tonight.”

She laughed softly, stretching her legs out before pulling them back, her toes brushing against his stomach. “You’re so dramatic,” she teased, though her breath hitched as his hand moved higher, his thumb brushing the inside of her thigh. “What exactly do you plan to do about it?”

Lando leaned down, his face inches from hers, his breath warm against her lips. “I’m going to make sure you remember who you belong to,” he murmured, his voice dripping with intent. “Every time you squirm, every time you moan... you’ll know it’s because of me. Because I’m the one who gets to have you like this.”

Her heart raced, her body responding to his words before he even touched her. She opened her mouth to retort, but he cut her off with a deep, searing kiss that left her breathless. His hands were everywhere—tangled in her hair, gripping her waist, tracing the curve of her spine—and she couldn’t think, couldn’t speak, couldn’t do anything but feel.

When he finally pulled away, her lips were swollen, her chest heaving. He smirked again, that damned smirk, and brushed a strand of hair from her face. “See? You’re already falling apart for me.”

She narrowed her eyes, though the effect was ruined by the way her body leaned into his. “You’re insufferable,” she said, her voice shaky.

“And yet,” Lando drawled, his voice thick with amusement and something darker, something possessive, “you’re not stopping me.” His fingers slid beneath the waistband of her shorts, his touch deliberate and unhurried. The moment his fingertips brushed against her bare skin, she gasped, her body tensing as if electrified.

Her breath hitched, her hips arching ever so slightly, betraying her need. “Lando...” His name escaped her lips in a breathy whisper, more plea than protest.

He chuckled low in his throat, the sound sending a shiver down her spine. “No underwear, huh?” he teased, his fingers dipping lower, finding her already slick with arousal. “Seems like you were planning this all along, love.”

Her cheeks flushed, but she didn’t deny it. Instead, she bit her lip, her eyes locking with his as his fingers explored her, tracing her folds with a maddening slowness. “You ruin me,” she breathed, though her hips betrayed her, grinding against his hand as if begging for more.

“And yet,” he repeated, his voice dropping to a husky murmur, “you’re fucking soaked for me.” His fingers pressed against her entrance, teasing but not entering, drawing a desperate whine from her lips. “Tell me, Y/N,” he prompted, his thumb circling her clit with torturous precision, “how much do you want me to make you come right now?”

Her hands fisted the sheets, her body trembling under his touch. “Lando, please...” she begged, her voice breaking as he slipped a finger inside her, slow and deliberate, filling her in a way that made her toes curl.

He leaned in, his lips brushing against her ear as he whispered, “Say it again. Say it like you mean it.”

Her breath came in ragged gasps, her body arching into his hand. “Please... don’t stop.”

His lips curved into a satisfied smirk, his eyes dark with hunger. “That’s my girl.”

His fingers started to move inside her slowly, almost teasingly, as if he were savoring every inch of her. She could feel herself growing wetter, slick with arousal, her body arching instinctively toward him, desperate for more. His breath was hot against her ear, his voice a low, sensual rumble that sent shivers cascading down her spine. “Tell me,” he murmured, his lips brushing her neck in a way that made her shiver. “Tell me you want me to fill you up. To make you mine in every way.”

Her breath hitched, her hands gripping the sheets tighter as his fingers curled inside her, hitting just the right spot that made her cry out softly. “Lando...” she whispered, her voice trembling with need, her heart pounding in her chest.

He didn’t let up, his thumb circling her clit with a maddening rhythm that made her see stars. “Say it, love,” he urged, his voice rough with desire, his eyes locked on hers with an intensity that left her breathless. “Tell me you want it. Tell me you want me to put a baby inside you, to brand you as mine forever.”

Her cheeks flushed, but she didn’t shy away from the heat in his gaze. Instead, she pressed her forehead against his, her breath mingling with his as she whispered, “Yes, Lando. I want you... I want you to fill me up, to make me yours in every way.”

He smirked, that smug, knowing smirk that always sent a thrill through her. “You drive me fucking insane,” he purred, his voice dripping with praise that made her cheeks flush despite the heat pooling between her thighs.

His fingers trailed away from her wetness, and she whimpered at the sudden loss, but he didn’t leave her wanting for long. His hands moved to the waistband of her shorts, yanking them down her legs in one swift motion, leaving her bare from the waist down, completely exposed to his hungry gaze.

But he wasn’t finished.

His eyes roamed over her, dark and greedy, before shifting to the thin fabric still covering her chest. He leaned over her, his fingers slipping beneath the hem of her top, dragging it slowly upward until her breasts spilled free. She arched instinctively, gasping at the sudden cool air against her flushed skin as he peeled the top over her head and tossed it aside.

Now she was fully bare beneath him, and his breath caught in his throat.

“Fuck, Y/N,” he murmured, eyes roaming every inch of her with reverence and hunger. “I’ll never get enough of you. Never.”

She shivered under his gaze, her body tingling with anticipation. His hand moved to his own shorts, palming the bulge that strained against the fabric. He was hard as a rock, the outline of his cock unmistakable, and she couldn’t help but lick her lips at the sight. He always got like this for her—hard, desperate, completely consumed by her. And the best part? She barely had to lift a finger to have him like this.

He wasted no time, shoving his shorts and boxers down in one fluid motion, his cock springing free. Her eyes flew to him immediately, her breath hitching as she took in the sight of him—thick, aching, and dripping with need. She couldn’t help but salivate, her mouth watering at the thought of him filling her, claiming her. “Lando,” she whispered, her voice trembling with desire, her body already begging for him. He grinned, running a hand down his length as he stepped closer, his eyes never leaving hers. “You ready for me, love?” he asked, his voice low and teasing, but there was no mistaking the hunger in his tone. She nodded, her heart racing as he closed the distance between them, ready to make her his once again.

His lips crashed into hers again, his hands gripping her hips as he positioned himself between her legs. She could feel him, hard and ready, pressing against her, and she whimpered into his mouth, her nails digging into his shoulders.

“Say it again,” he demanded, his voice rough. “Say you want me to put a baby in you.”

Her breath caught, her body trembling with need. “Lando...”

“Say it,” he insisted, his hands sliding up her thighs, his thumbs brushing over her hips. “I need to hear you say it.”

She swallowed hard, her heart pounding. “I... I want you to put a baby in me,” she whispered, her voice barely audible.

His eyes darkened, and he kissed her again, deep and possessive, before pulling back just enough to look into her eyes. “Good girl,” he murmured, his voice thick with praise. “Now let me take care of you.”

He entered her slowly, inch by torturous inch, and she gasped, her body stretching to accommodate him. He groaned, his forehead resting against hers, his breath hot against her skin. “Fuck, you feel incredible,” he muttered, his hips rolling against hers.

She wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him deeper, and he cursed under his breath, his hands gripping the sheets on either side of her head. “You’re going to be the death of me,” he said, his voice strained.

“I thought that was your job,” she teased, though her voice broke as he thrust into her, hitting that spot that made her see stars.

He chuckled darkly, his lips brushing against her ear. “Oh, trust me, love. I’m just getting started.”

Lando’s smirk deepened as he slowed his thrusts, savoring the way her body clenched around him. His hands roamed her curves, one settling on her hip while the other cupped her breast, his thumb brushing over her nipple in a way that made her gasp. “You ever think about it, love?” he murmured, his voice low and rumbling, sending shivers down her spine. “My baby growing in you? Tits sore. Belly round. Still letting me fuck you full because you can’t help yourself?” His words were a tease, but there was an underlying possessiveness that made her heart race.

She moaned, her nails digging into his shoulders as her body trembled under his. “Lando…” she whispered, her voice breaking halfway through his name, her body betraying just how much his words turned her on.

“That’s it,” he growled, his thrusts growing deeper, more deliberate. “You’ll look so fucking pretty knocked up.” His hand slid down her stomach, his fingers splayed over her abdomen as if he could already feel the roundness he was imagining. “Always wanted to see you carrying my baby, love. You’d be fucking radiant.”

Her breath hitched, her body arching into his as she clung to him, her mind swimming with the images he was painting so vividly. She could almost feel it—the weight of his child growing inside her, the way he’d look at her with that mix of pride and hunger, the way he’d still want her, need her, even then.

“Fuck, Lando…” she whimpered, her voice trembling with a mix of desire and something deeper, something primal.

He chuckled darkly, his lips brushing against her ear. “You like that, yeah? The thought of me putting a baby in you?” She nodded, her cheeks flushing as her body clenched around him again, tighter this time, drawing a groan from his lips. “Good girl,” he purred, his voice thick with praise. “Because I’m not stopping until you’re stuffed full of me.”

His thrusts grew faster, harder, and she could feel the way his body was beginning to tighten, his control slipping as he drove them both closer to the edge. Her breasts bounced with each movement, and his hands slid up to cup them, squeezing and teasing as he groaned. “Fuck, look at them. Look how they bounce every time I fill you.”

She whimpered, her body arching into his touch as her nipples hardened under his fingers. “Lando…”

When she whined, he let out a growl and flipped them over with a grunt, settling her on top of him. “Ride me. I need to see ‘em up close when you’re losing it on top of me.”

He was losing control—her moans, the way her tits bounced with every thrust, the way her body clenched around him—it was all too much. With a grunt of restraint, Lando pulled out of her slowly, his cock slick and twitching.

“Get on top,” he rasped, already falling back onto the mattress, his chest rising and falling with anticipation. He propped himself up on his elbows, eyes glued to her flushed, wrecked body. “Come ride me, love. I wanna see every fucking inch of you when you take me.”

She didn’t hesitate. Her legs trembled slightly as she straddled him, gripping his cock in one hand and lining him up. Lando groaned deep in his chest as she sank down on him inch by inch, her walls stretching around him, taking all of him inside.

“Fuck,” he growled, hands gripping her hips as she bottomed out, fully seated on him.

Her heart raced as she adjusted, her hands settling on his chest as she began to move, her hips rolling against his in a rhythm that made him moan. His hands immediately went to her breasts, squeezing and teasing as he watched her with dark, hungry eyes.

“That’s it, baby. Fucking ride me.”

She moaned, her head falling back as she ground down on him, her body trembling with the pleasure of it. His hands roamed her body, one sliding down to grip her hip while the other cupped her breast, his thumb brushing over her nipple in a way that made her gasp. “So fucking perfect,” he muttered, his eyes locked on her as she moved.

“Lando…” she whispered, her voice trembling as she felt the tension building inside her, tightening like a coil ready to snap.

“You want me to come watching you bounce?” he growled, his hands tightening on her hips as he thrust up into her, the bed rocking beneath them. “I’m so fucking close. You want me to come just like this? Watching your perfect tits bounce while I fill you up?”

She whimpered, her body arching into his as she felt the pleasure cresting, threatening to overwhelm her. “Yes… please…”

He groaned, his hands sliding up to her breasts, squeezing and teasing as he watched her with dark, hungry eyes. “Fuck, you’re so beautiful like this,” he muttered, his voice thick with desire. “I want your tits in my mouth while you ride me.”

Her breath hitched as she leaned forward, her hands bracing on his chest as she offered herself to him. His lips immediately wrapped around her nipple, sucking and teasing as he thrust up into her, his movements growing sloppier as he lost himself in her. She moaned, her hips rolling against his as she felt the tension building inside her, tightening like a coil ready to snap.

“That’s it, baby,” he growled, his lips leaving her breast to trail kisses up her chest, his hands gripping her hips as he thrust up into her. “Ride me until I fill you. Don’t stop ‘til I’m spilling inside you, yeah? You want that?”

She nodded, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she felt the pleasure cresting, threatening to overwhelm her. “Yes… Lando…”

“Say it,” he demanded, his voice rough with need as he thrust up into her, his grip on her hips tightening. “Tell me you want me to fuck a baby into you.”

Her breath hitched, her body trembling as she felt the tension building inside her, tightening like a coil ready to snap. “I want you to… fuck a baby into me…” she whispered, her voice trembling with a mix of desire and something deeper, something primal.

Lando’s thrusts grew erratic, his grip on her hips tightening as he neared the edge. Suddenly, he pulled out, leaving her gasping at the sudden emptiness. Before she could protest, he flipped her onto all fours, positioning her in front of the mirror beside the bed. He knelt behind her, his hands gripping her hips as he slammed back into her, forcing a moan from her lips.

“Look at yourself,” he growled, his voice low and commanding. She lifted her eyes to the mirror, her cheeks flushing as she saw herself—her hair wild, her lips swollen, her body trembling under his. “Look at how you take me,” he continued, his thrusts deep and deliberate. “Like you were fucking made for it.” His hands moved to her waist, holding her steady as he drove into her harder, faster. “Gonna pump you so full, it’ll be dripping down your thighs.”

Her breath hitched as she watched herself in the mirror, her body arching into his, her eyelids fluttering as he hit that spot inside her that made her see stars. He reached up, gripping her chin and forcing her to hold his gaze in the reflection. “You’re mine,” he growled, his voice rough with need. “Every inch of you. And I’m going to make sure you never forget it.”

When he came, it was deep inside her, his body shuddering as he emptied himself into her with a low groan. She felt it, the warmth of him filling her, and she whimpered, her body clenching around him as he held her close, his chest pressing against her back.

He nuzzled her neck, his lips brushing her skin as he whispered, “Still clenching around me, needy little thing… fuck, I love how your body begs for more even after I’ve filled you.” His voice was soft, almost tender, but there was no mistaking the possessiveness in his tone. She could still feel him inside her, still feel the warmth of him spilling into her, and she shuddered, her body trembling with the need for more.

He pressed his lips to her ear, his breath hot against her skin as he murmured, “Shh, I know, baby… you’re still aching. Let me take care of you. Don’t worry, I’m not done filling you up.” His words were a promise, and she whimpered, her body trembling with the need for more as he gently pulled out of her, his cum already beginning to drip down her thighs.

He shifted, kneeling behind her again as he watched his release trickle out of her. “Look at that—leaking already. Gotta fuck it back in, don’t I?” he muttered, his voice thick with satisfaction. “Can’t waste a drop of me.”

He pressed two fingers against her entrance, pushing them inside her slowly, dragging his cum back into her as he began to pump his fingers in and out of her. She gasped, her body arching into his touch as he curled his fingers, hitting that spot inside her that made her see stars. “You’re so wet, so fucking ruined… and still, you want more,” he murmured, his voice low and rough. “You want to come with my mess inside you, don’t you?”

She nodded, her breath coming in ragged gasps as he worked his fingers inside her, his thumb brushing her clit with every thrust. “Please… Lando…” she whimpered, her body trembling with the need for release.

“Good girls don’t waste what they’re given,” he purred, his voice dark and commanding. “So go on, come for me—make a mess with my cum on my fingers.”

His fingers moved faster, deeper, and she could feel the tension building inside her, tightening like a coil ready to snap. Her body arched into his touch, her breath hitching as her orgasm crashed over her, waves of pleasure coursing through her as she came on his fingers. He didn’t stop, his fingers continuing to move inside her, drawing out her orgasm until she was trembling, her body slick with sweat.

She collapsed onto the bed, her body spent, her heart racing as he pulled his fingers out of her, his cum slick on his skin. He leaned down, pressing his chest against her back as he nuzzled her neck, his lips brushing her skin as he whispered, “Fuck, you’re perfect.”

She whimpered, her body still trembling with the aftershocks of her orgasm, and he chuckled darkly, his hand moving to her stomach as he murmured, “Just wait until it’s my baby you’re carrying. You’ll be even more fucking perfect then.”

His words sent a shiver down her spine, and she turned her head to meet his gaze, her heart pounding in her chest. “Lando…” she whispered, her voice trembling with a mix of desire and something deeper, something primal.

He smirked, leaning in to capture her lips in a deep, possessive kiss. “Mine,” he murmured against her lips, his voice thick with need. “You’re mine, and I’m never letting you go.”

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is there any chance you would do a threesome with sublando and suboscar with dom reader ?? If not, that’s totally fine !! I love your writing so much !

Finally posted! Hope you like it! I'm really sorry it took me this long to post. I know you sent this request at the beginning of March, and I wanted to work on it from the moment I got it, but I honestly had no idea how to go about it. Even now, I’m not entirely sure how I feel about how it turned out, but I really hope you still enjoy it🧡 Again, so sorry for the delay🧡

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A Night In Monaco | LN4 and OP81

°ᡣ𐭩 . ° . summary ━━━━━━━ In Lando’s Monaco apartment, Y/N takes full control during a first-time threesome with Lando and Oscar. She dominates them both, making them whimper as they submit to her every command. Neither man touches her without permission—she decides who gets what, and when. By the end, they’re wrecked and breathless, completely hers.

°ᡣ𐭩 . ° . pairing ━━━━━━━ Lando Norris x she!reader, Oscar Piastri x she!reader

°ᡣ𐭩 . ° . word count ━━━━━━━ 10.3k

°ᡣ𐭩 . ° . warnings ━━━━━━━ +18, sexual content, p in v, creampie, oral sex (f and m receiving), double creampie, breast play, nipple play, fem!dom, sub!Lando, sub!Oscar, threesome, multiple orgasms, cum eating, cockhold

Based on this request.

The room was warm, the kind of warmth that came from tension rather than the Monaco sun outside. Y/N sat on the edge of the sofa, her legs crossed, the stem of her wine glass twirling lazily between her fingers. Lando was beside her, his body angled toward her in a way that suggested he wasn’t entirely focused on the conversation. His eyes lingered on her lips every time she spoke, and his fingers tapped against the can of Monster in his hand like he was trying to distract himself from something.

“You’re quiet,” she said, her voice low and deliberate, her accent softening the words just enough to make them sound like honey dripping from her lips. She tilted her head, her dark eyes catching his. “Something on your mind?”

Lando leaned back, a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. “You’re on my mind,” he replied, his voice just as deliberate as hers. He wasn’t hiding it anymore—the way he looked at her, the way his body seemed to gravitate toward hers. It was almost embarrassing, the way she could reduce him to this. But he didn’t care. Not when she was this close, not when she smelled like vanilla and something earthy, something that made his chest tighten every time he inhaled.

Y/N laughed softly, the sound low and throaty, and leaned back too, her eyes never leaving his. “Careful, Lando,” she teased, her voice laced with amusement. “You’re starting to sound like a man who’s about to make a mistake.”

Before he could respond, the doorbell rang, sharp and insistent, cutting through the thick air between them. Lando frowned, glancing toward the door. “Who the hell is that?” he muttered, but Y/N was already smirking again, like she knew something he didn’t.

Oscar stood in the doorway, his hand still hovering by the doorbell, his other hand clutching a small bag. He looked… uncomfortable. Like he’d walked into something he wasn’t supposed to see. Lando’s eyes narrowed, but Y/N was already on her feet, her movements slow and deliberate, like she was savoring every second of this.

“Osc,” she said, her voice warm and inviting, the kind of tone that made it impossible to say no. “Come in. You’re just in time.”

Oscar hesitated, his eyes darting between Lando and Y/N. “I can come back,” he said quickly, taking a step back as if he was preparing to bolt.

Y/N stepped forward, closing the distance between them with a grace that made both men’s breath catch. “Or,” she said, her voice dropping to a whisper, “you can stay. But only if you stop pretending you don’t want to watch.”

Oscar’s eyes widened, and for a moment, he looked like a deer caught in headlights. But then he nodded, a small, almost imperceptible motion, and stepped inside.

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The tension in the room was palpable, thick enough to cut with a knife. Y/N returned to the sofa, her movements slow, like she had all the time in the world. She picked up her wine glass, took a slow sip, and then set it down with deliberate precision. Her eyes flicked from Lando to Oscar, and then back again, a smirk playing on her lips.

“So,” she said, her voice low and teasing. “Who’s going to make the first move?”

Neither man spoke. Lando’s jaw tightened, and Oscar looked like he was trying to disappear into the couch. Y/N laughed softly, the sound like velvet, and leaned back, her legs uncrossing slightly. She knew exactly what she was doing, and she was enjoying every second of it.

“You two are adorable,” she said, her voice dripping with amusement. “But I’m not going to wait forever.”

Lando was the first to move. He leaned forward, his eyes locked on hers, and she could see the hunger in them, the way he was barely holding himself back. “What do you want, Y/N?” he asked, his voice rough, like he was already half-lost in her.

She smirked, her eyes flicking to Oscar for just a moment before returning to Lando. “What do I want?” she repeated, her voice low and teasing. “I want you to stop pretending you don’t want me. Both of you.”

Oscar’s breath hitched, and Lando’s eyes darkened. Y/N leaned forward, her arms resting on her knees, her face inches from Lando’s. “Well?” she whispered, her voice barely audible. “Are you going to make me wait?”

Lando didn’t hesitate. He reached for her, his hand tangling in her hair, and pulled her into a kiss that was anything but gentle. Y/N responded immediately, her lips parting beneath his, her hands gripping the front of his shirt to pull him closer. It was messy and desperate, the kind of kiss that left no room for doubt about what he wanted.

Out of the corner of her eye, Y/N saw Oscar shift uncomfortably, his eyes fixed on them like he couldn’t look away. She pulled back slightly, breaking the kiss, and looked at him over Lando’s shoulder. “Your turn,” she said, her voice breathless but still teasing.

Oscar froze, his eyes wide, like he hadn’t expected her to call him out like that. But then he nodded, his movements slow and deliberate, and leaned in, his lips brushing against hers in a kiss that was softer, more tentative, but no less heated.

Y/N pulled back again, her eyes flicking between the two of them, and smirked. “Now that wasn’t so hard, was it?” she said, her voice low and teasing. She leaned back, her arms resting on the back of the couch, and looked at them both with a challenge in her eyes. “So, what’s next?”

The room was thick with anticipation, the kind that made the air feel heavy and charged, like the calm before a storm. Y/N sat back on the sofa, her legs spread just enough to be teasing, her dress riding up her thighs. She looked at Lando and then at Oscar, her eyes glinting with a mix of mischief and dominance. Neither man moved, their breathing shallow, their gazes locked on her like she was the only thing in the room worth looking at.

“Well?” she said, her voice low and smooth, like velvet laced with fire. “Who’s going to make the first move?”

Lando swallowed hard, his fingers tightening around the can of Monster he’d been nursing. Oscar shifted uncomfortably, his eyes darting from her to Lando and back again, like he was trying to figure out if this was some kind of trap. Y/N smirked, leaning back against the cushions, her arms stretching out lazily.

“If you’re waiting for me to beg,” she said, her tone dripping with amusement, “you’re going to be waiting a very long time.”

Lando was the first to break. He set the can down on the coffee table with a soft clink, his eyes never leaving hers. He moved slowly, deliberately, like he was testing the waters, and knelt in front of her. Oscar stayed where he was, frozen, his hands gripping the edge of the couch like it was the only thing keeping him grounded.

Y/N reached down, her fingers tangling in Lando’s curls as she tilted his face up to meet hers. “Good boy,” she purred, her voice low and husky. “Now, where were we?”

Her other hand slid slowly up her thigh, the hem of her dress inching higher until it was bunched around her hips. Lando’s breath hitched, his hands gripping the edge of the sofa like he was trying to keep himself from touching her. Oscar’s eyes widened, his cheeks flushing as he watched, unable to look away. She wasn’t wearing any underwear.

“No touching yourselves,” Y/N said, her voice firm but soft, like she was giving an order she knew they wouldn’t dare disobey. “No fucking. Just your mouths. Make me come first, then maybe I’ll let you have more.”

Lando’s eyes darkened at her words, his lips parting slightly as he leaned in, his breath hot against her inner thigh. Y/N’s fingers tightened in his hair, guiding him closer, and when his mouth finally met her, she let out a soft sigh that made Oscar’s entire body tense.

She glanced over at him, her lips curling into a smirk. “What about you, Oscar? You just going to sit there and watch, or are you going to join in?”

Oscar hesitated, his eyes darting between her and Lando, like he wasn’t sure if he was allowed to move. Y/N snapped her fingers, the sound sharp and commanding, and he was on his feet in an instant, his gaze locked on hers. She tilted her head slightly, a silent invitation, and he didn’t need to be told twice.

Reaching down, Oscar hooked his fingers under the straps of her dress, pulling them slowly off her shoulders. The fabric slid down her body, pooling at her waist, revealing her bare chest. Y/N didn’t flinch, didn’t try to cover herself—she just watched him, her lips curled into a smirk, daring him to continue.

Oscar’s hands trembled slightly as he cupped her breasts, his thumbs brushing over her nipples, already hardened from the anticipation. He leaned in, his lips hovering just above her skin for a moment before he finally closed the distance, his mouth warm and wet against her. Y/N let out a soft gasp, her fingers tangling in his hair as he sucked gently, his tongue circling her nipple in slow, teasing motions.

While Oscar focused on her chest, Lando was on his knees between her thighs, his hands gripping her hips as he buried his face in her. His tongue was relentless, licking and sucking in a rhythm that made her toes curl. Y/N’s breathing hitched, her head falling back against the cushions as she let out a low moan.

“Fuck,” she whispered, her voice trembling with pleasure. “Just like that.”

Oscar shifted his attention to her other breast, his lips and tongue just as eager, while Lando devoured her with a hunger that left her trembling. She tightened her grip on both their heads, pulling them closer, urging them on.

“Good boys,” she murmured, her voice laced with command and satisfaction. “Don’t stop.”

Neither of them dared to disobey.

Lando’s tongue was relentless, sliding between her folds with a practiced precision that had her toes curling. He alternated between broad, slow strokes and focused flicks around her clit, each movement deliberate and maddening. His lips wrapped around her sensitive bud, sucking gently at first, then harder as her moans grew louder, her fingers tightening in his curls. She could feel his breath, hot and uneven, against her skin, and the way his hands gripped her thighs to keep her spread open for him only heightened the intensity.

Oscar, meanwhile, was focused on her breasts, his mouth warm and wet as he teased her nipples with his tongue. He swirled around them in slow, deliberate circles before lightly grazing them with his teeth, just enough to make her gasp. When he bit down gently, a sharp jolt of pleasure shot through her, and she arched into him, her body trembling from the combined sensations.

“Fuck,” Y/N whispered, her voice barely more than a breath as her hips rolled against Lando’s mouth, seeking more of the pleasure he was giving her. Her fingers tightened in Oscar’s hair, pulling him closer, urging him to continue. “Don’t stop. Either of you.”

Lando obeyed without hesitation, his tongue circling her clit faster now, his lips sucking harder. Oscar’s teeth nipped at her nipples again, and the dual sensations sent her spiraling. Her breath hitched, her back arching off the couch as the pleasure built, coiling tighter and tighter until she couldn’t hold back any longer.

She came with a low, shuddering moan, her thighs clamping around Lando’s head as her body trembled. He didn’t stop, licking her through it, drawing out every last wave of pleasure until she was panting and spent, her hand trembling as she pushed him away gently.

Breathless and still riding the high of her orgasm, she pulled Lando onto the carpet, her legs straddling his hips as she leaned down to kiss him. Her lips were hungry, demanding, and he responded immediately, his hands gripping her waist as he tried to pull her closer. But Y/N didn’t let him take control. She deepened the kiss, her tongue sliding against his, her movements slow and deliberate, a reminder that she was in charge here. And she made sure he knew it.

She glanced over her shoulder at Oscar, who was still sitting on the couch, his eyes dark with want. “You’re not allowed to touch me,” she said, her voice firm but playful. “Not yet. Sit there and watch how I use him.”

Oscar’s jaw tightened, but he didn’t argue. He just watched, his breathing growing heavier with every moan Lando let out, every sound that escaped Y/N’s lips as she moved against him. 

Y/N’s lips lingered on Lando’s, her tongue sliding against his in a slow, deliberate rhythm that left him breathless. She pulled back just enough to smirk down at him, her eyes glittering with dominance. “Hands to yourself,” she murmured, her voice low and commanding, and Lando obeyed instantly, his arms falling to his sides as he stared up at her like she was the only thing that mattered.

She shifted her hips slightly, the motion slow and teasing, and Lando let out a soft groan as she felt the hard outline of his cock pressing against her through his jeans. Y/N smirked, her lips brushing against his ear as she whispered, “You like that, don’t you? Feeling me grind on you while you can’t do a thing about it.”

Lando’s breath hitched, his hands twitching at his sides as if he wanted to touch her but didn’t dare disobey. Y/N’s hips rolled again, this time with more purpose, the friction of her dress against his jeans sending a shiver up her spine. She leaned back slightly, her hands braced against his chest, and looked down at him, her gaze heavy with both challenge and desire.

“Fuck, Y/N,” Lando whispered, his voice rough with need, his hips jerking slightly as she pressed down harder, her movements slow and deliberate. She could feel him trembling beneath her, his body straining to keep still, to obey her command.

Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Oscar shift on the couch, his hands gripping the edge of it like he was trying to keep himself from moving. His eyes were dark, his lips slightly parted as he watched her, and she could see the way his jaw tightened with every roll of her hips, every moan that escaped Lando’s lips.

“Poor Oscar,” she said, her voice dripping with mock sympathy as she glanced at him. “You look like you’re aching.” She ground down on Lando again, harder this time, and he let out a low groan, his head falling back against the carpet. Y/N smirked, her gaze flicking back to Oscar. “But don’t worry. You’ll get your turn.”

Oscar’s breath hitched, his fingers digging into the couch cushions as he watched her, his body visibly tense with need. Y/N laughed softly, the sound low and throaty, and leaned back down to kiss Lando again, her hips still moving in slow, teasing circles. She felt him twitch beneath her, his cock straining against his jeans, and she pulled back slightly, her lips brushing against his as she whispered, “Patience, Lando. You’ll get what you want. When I say so.”

Lando groaned, his hands clenching into fists at his sides, and Y/N smirked again, her eyes locking onto Oscar’s. “And you,” she said, her voice soft but dripping with command, “keep watching. You’ll learn a thing or two about how to please a woman.”

Oscar’s jaw tightened, but he didn’t argue. He just watched, his breathing growing heavier with every roll of Y/N’s hips, every moan that escaped Lando’s lips as she ground against him. She kissed Lando again, her hands gripping his shoulders as she moved against him, her body flush against his, her movements slow, deliberate, and utterly in control.

Y/N slowed her movements on Lando’s lap, her hips rolling in a final, teasing circle before she stilled completely. She leaned back, her hands braced against his chest, and looked down at him with a smirk that was equal parts playful and assertive. Lando’s eyes were wide, his breathing heavy, his body trembling beneath her as if begging her to continue. She laughed softly, the sound low and throaty, and ran a hand through his curls, her fingers tangling gently in them.

“Patience, Lando,” she murmured, her voice dripping with amusement. “I’m not done with you yet. But someone else needs a turn.” She shifted her weight slightly, her thighs pressing against his hips as she lifted herself off his lap with a deliberate slowness that made him groan in frustration. Her dress slid back down her thighs as she stood, the fabric teasingly brushing against her skin as she took a step back. Lando’s hands twitched at his sides, like he wanted to reach for her, but he didn’t dare. He just lay there, his chest rising and falling rapidly, his eyes following her every move with a desperate hunger that was almost painful to see.

Y/N turned away from him, her movements slow and deliberate as she walked toward Oscar, who was still seated on the couch. His eyes were locked on her, dark and intense, his hands gripping the edge of the cushion like he was trying to keep himself under control. She stopped in front of him, her gaze sweeping over him with a mix of challenge and amusement, and then she smirked.

“You’ve been very patient, Oscar,” she said, her voice low and teasing. “Let’s see if you can keep it up.” Without waiting for a response, she lowered herself onto his lap, her legs straddling his hips, her dress riding up her thighs as she settled into place. Her pussy pressed against the hard outline of his cock, the thin fabric of her dress doing nothing to dull the sensation. Oscar’s breath hitched, his hands twitching on the cushion as if he wanted to touch her, but he didn’t move. He just stared at her, his eyes filled with a mix of awe and need.

Y/N leaned in, her hands resting on his shoulders as her lips brushed against his in a soft, teasing kiss. She pulled back slightly, her breath warm against his mouth, and murmured, “Hands to yourself, Oscar. You don’t get to touch me. Not yet.” Her hips rolled slowly, the heat of her pussy pressing against him through the fabric of her dress, and Oscar groaned, his body tensing beneath her as he fought to keep his hands at his sides.

She kissed him again, this time with more purpose, her lips parting slightly as her tongue brushed against his. Oscar responded immediately, his mouth moving against hers with a hunger that matched her own, but he kept his hands still, his fingers digging into the couch cushions as he obeyed her command. Y/N’s hips moved in slow, deliberate circles, the friction sending shivers up her spine as she ground against him, her dress riding higher with every motion.

“Good boy,” she whispered against his lips, her voice low and approving. She kissed him again, her movements growing more demanding as she rocked against him, her body flush against his, her dominance clear in every touch, every movement, every breath. And all the while, Lando lay on the floor, watching with a mix of jealousy and desperation, his body aching for her return. But Y/N didn’t look back. She was too busy making Oscar her next victim.

Y/N stopped grinding on Oscar, her movements slowing to a tantalizing halt that left him breathless beneath her. She leaned back slightly, her hands braced against his shoulders, and smirked down at him, her eyes glinting with mischief and dominance. Without a word, she rose from his lap, her dress sliding back down her thighs as she stood. The fabric brushed against her skin in a way that was almost teasing, and she took a step back, her gaze flicking between Oscar and Lando with a look that was equal parts challenge and amusement.

“Strip,” she said, her voice low and commanding, her hands resting on her hips as she looked at Lando first, then Oscar. Neither man hesitated. Lando’s hands trembled slightly as he reached for the hem of his shirt, pulling it over his head in one swift motion. His chest was lean and toned, his skin flushed with anticipation, and Y/N’s gaze lingered on him for a moment before she turned to Oscar.

Oscar was slower, more deliberate, his eyes never leaving hers as he tugged his shirt off and tossed it aside. His chest was broader than Lando’s, his muscles defined but not overly so, and Y/N’s lips curled into a smirk as she stepped closer to him, her fingertips brushing lightly over his abs. She felt him tense beneath her touch, his breath hitching slightly as her fingers trailed lower, tracing the line of his hip bones before she moved away, her gaze shifting back to Lando.

She walked between them slowly, her movements deliberate and unhurried, her fingertips trailing over Lando’s abs, over the curve of his hip bones, before she stepped back and looked at them both, her dark eyes glittering with dominance. “I want to hear you whimper,” she said, her voice low and velvety, the words dripping with command. “Not moan. Not speak. Whimper.”

Lando’s jaw tightened, his hands clenched into fists at his sides as he struggled to keep himself under control. Oscar’s breathing grew heavier, his chest rising and falling rapidly as he stared at her, his body visibly tense with need. Y/N smirked, her gaze flicking between them, and then she reached for the hem of her dress, pulling it slowly over her head and tossing it aside. 

She stood before them, her confidence unshakable, her dominance clear in every inch of her exposed skin. The soft curve of her breasts drew both men’s gaze immediately, the absence of a bra leaving nothing to the imagination. Y/N didn’t flinch, didn’t try to cover herself—she just stood there, her chin tilted up slightly, her gaze steady and unwavering. Her body was on full display now, every inch of her radiating power and control.

Neither Lando nor Oscar dared to look away, their eyes locked on her like she was the only thing in the room. Y/N smirked, her lips curling into a knowing smile as she took a slow, deliberate step forward, her hips swaying slightly with the movement. She could feel their eyes on her, their hunger palpable, and she reveled in it, in the way she had them completely at her mercy.

"You wanted this," she said, her voice low and velvety, the words dripping with challenge. "Now you’re going to show me just how much."

The room was silent, the only sound the ragged breathing of the two men as they stared at her, completely and utterly under her spell.

Y/N stepped into the middle of the living room, her movements slow and deliberate, her naked body a canvas of power and control. She knelt down, the cool floor beneath her knees only adding to the electric tension in the room. Her eyes flicked between Lando and Oscar, her gaze steady and unwavering as she commanded them with nothing but a look.

“Come here,” she said, her voice low and velvety, the words dripping with authority.

Both men obeyed instantly, their legs carrying them to her without hesitation. They stood before her, completely naked, their cocks standing at attention, inches from her face. The sight alone was enough to make her pulse quicken, but she didn’t let it show. Instead, she tilted her head slightly, her lips curling into a smirk as she looked up at them, her dominance clear in every inch of her posture.

She shifted her focus to Oscar first, her eyes locked onto his as her hands slid up his thighs, her touch feather-light yet purposeful. She leaned in, her lips brushing against the inside of his thigh in a soft, teasing kiss that made him shiver. Oscar’s breath hitched, his hands twitching at his sides as he fought to stay still, to obey her command not to touch her. She kissed his thigh again, her lips warm and wet against his skin, and then she glanced over at Lando, her smirk widening when she saw the jealousy burning in his eyes.

Lando was furious. He couldn’t stand the thought of her touching Oscar first, of her lips brushing against his skin while he was left to watch, to wait. He was the one who had introduced her to Oscar. He was the one who had known her longer, who had wanted her more. And yet, here he was, standing there like a fucking idiot, completely naked, his cock hard and inches from her face, the tip flushed with desperation as he watched her kiss Oscar’s thigh, her lips lingering just long enough to make him squirm.

Y/N knew exactly what she was doing. She had known Lando long enough to understand how possessive he could be, how much he hated the idea of sharing her, even for a moment. And she was using that to her advantage, using it to drive him wild, to make him ache for her in a way he never had before. She kissed Oscar’s thigh again, her tongue flicking against his skin in a way that made him groan, and then she glanced back at Lando, her dark eyes glinting with mischief.

“Patience, Lando,” she murmured, her voice low and teasing, her lips brushing against Oscar’s skin as she spoke. “You’ll get your turn. But first…” She leaned in, her mouth hovering just above Oscar’s cock, her breath warm against him as she whispered, “Let me hear you whimper.”

Oscar’s breath hitched, his body trembling beneath her as he fought to keep himself under control. “Fuck, Y/N,” he whispered, his voice rough with need. She smirked, her lips brushing against the head of his cock in a soft, teasing kiss that made him groan, and then she pulled back slightly, her gaze flicking to Lando again for a second.

And when she finally took him into her mouth, he couldn’t hold back any longer. A soft, desperate whimper escaped his lips, the sound sending a shiver down Y/N’s spine as she smirked up at him, her dark eyes glinting with satisfaction.

She could feel the tension in his body, the way he trembled beneath her touch, and she reveled in it, in the power she had over him. Her tongue flicked out, tracing the sensitive underside of his shaft in a slow, deliberate motion that made him groan, his hands clenched into fists at his sides as he fought to stay still.

She smirked up at him, her lips curling into a knowing smile as she took him into her mouth, inch by inch, her tongue swirling around him as she descended. Oscar’s breath hitched, his body tensing as she took him deeper, her lips wrapping tightly around him as she began to move. Her head bobbed slowly, her tongue pressing against the underside of his cock with every upward stroke, her lips creating a delicious suction that had him trembling beneath her.

Y/N’s movements were deliberate, her pace slow and unhurried, as if she wanted to savor every moment of this. She pulled back slightly, her lips brushing against the tip of his cock as she swirled her tongue around him, teasing him with the barest hint of pressure before taking him back into her mouth. Oscar groaned, his hands forming into a fist as he fought to keep himself under control, his body trembling with the effort.

Out of the corner of her eye, Y/N could see Lando watching them, his eyes filled with jealousy, his cock impossibly hard as he stood there, completely at her mercy. She could see the frustration burning in his eyes, the way his jaw tightened as he watched her suck Oscar’s cock, and she reveled in it, in the way she was driving him wild with just a few slow, deliberate strokes of her tongue.

She pulled back slightly, her lips brushing against the tip of Oscar’s cock as she smirked up at him. “You like that, don’t you?” she murmured, her voice low and velvety, the words dripping with amusement. Oscar nodded, his breath coming in short, ragged gasps as he stared down at her, his body trembling with need.

Y/N didn’t give him a chance to respond. She took him back into her mouth, her lips wrapping tightly around him as she began to move again, her pace quickening slightly as she worked him with her tongue. She swirled it around the sensitive head of his cock, teasing him with the barest hint of pressure before descending again, taking him deeper into her mouth with every stroke.

Oscar groaned, his body trembling with the need. Y/N’s movements grew more purposeful, her pace quickening as she worked him with her tongue, her lips creating a delicious suction that had him trembling beneath her. She could feel the way his cock twitched in her mouth, the way his breathing grew heavier with every stroke of her tongue, and she smirked around him, her eyes glinting with mischief.

Y/N pulled back slowly, her lips leaving Oscar’s cock with a soft, wet pop that echoed in the silent room. A string of saliva connected her mouth to the tip of his shaft, glistening in the low light as she wiped her lips with the back of her hand, a small smirk playing on her face. Her chin was damp, her lips swollen, and she didn’t care in the slightest. She turned her gaze to Lando, her eyes locking onto his with a mischievous glint that made his breath catch.

Lando was fuming, his jaw clenched, his hands trembling at his sides. The jealousy was written all over his face, his eyes burning with a mix of frustration and desire as he watched her. Y/N tilted her head slightly, her smirk widening as she crawled toward him on her knees, her movements slow and deliberate, like a predator stalking its prey. She stopped just inches away from him, her eyes never leaving his, her breath warm against his cock as she leaned in, her lips brushing against the sensitive skin of his inner thigh.

“Patience, Lando,” she whispered, her voice low and velvety, the words dripping with amusement. She kissed his thigh again, her lips warm and wet, her tongue flicking against his skin in a way that made him shiver. “You’re going to have to wait your turn. But don’t worry, I’ll make it worth it.”

Lando’s breath hitched, his body trembling with the effort of staying still, of obeying her command not to touch her. She leaned back slightly, her eyes locked onto his as her hand wrapped around the base of his cock, her fingers tightening just enough to make him groan. She smirked, her lips curling into a knowing smile as she began to stroke him slowly, her thumb brushing against the sensitive underside of his shaft with every upward motion.

“You’re so eager, aren’t you?” she teased, her voice low and husky, her eyes full of mischief. She leaned in again, her lips brushing against the tip of his cock, her breath warm against him as she whispered, “Whimper for me, Lando.”

Lando didn’t hesitate. A soft, desperate sound escaped his lips, the sound sending a shiver down Y/N’s spine as she smirked up at him, eyes glinting with satisfaction. She leaned in, her lips wrapping around the tip of his cock, her tongue swirling around the sensitive flesh in a slow, deliberate motion that made him groan. Her hand continued to stroke him, her fingers tightening slightly as she took him deeper into her mouth, inch by agonizing inch.

Lando’s breathing grew heavier, his body trembling beneath her as she worked him with her mouth, her tongue pressing against the underside of his cock with every stroke. She could feel the way his hands clenched into fists at his sides, the way his hips jerked slightly, as if he was trying to thrust into her mouth but didn’t dare disobey her command. She smirked around him, her eyes flicking up to meet his as she pulled back slightly, her lips brushing against the tip of his cock as she whispered, “Good boy.”

She took him back into her mouth, her movements growing more purposeful, her pace quickening as she worked him with her tongue. She swirled it around the sensitive head of his cock, teasing him with the barest hint of pressure before descending again, taking him deeper into her mouth with every stroke. Lando groaned, his body trembling with the need to touch her, to take control, but he didn’t dare. He just stood there, completely at her mercy, his eyes locked onto her as she took him deeper, her lips creating a delicious suction that had him trembling beneath her.

Y/N’s movements were deliberate, her pace slow at first, as if she wanted to savor every moment of this. She pulled back slightly, her lips brushing against the tip of his cock as she swirled her tongue around him, teasing him with the barest hint of pressure before taking him back into her mouth. Lando groaned, his hands clenched into fists at his sides as he fought to stay still, to obey her command not to touch her. But it was becoming increasingly difficult, the sight of her with his cock in her mouth driving him wild.

She was mesmerising, her eyes locked onto his as she worked him with her mouth, her lips creating a delicious suction that had him trembling with need. He couldn’t take his eyes off her, couldn’t stop staring at the way her lips stretched around him, the way her tongue flicked against the sensitive flesh of his cock with every stroke. He was completely lost in her, in the way she was driving him wild with just a few slow, deliberate strokes of her tongue.

Out of the corner of her eye, Y/N could see Oscar watching them, his breath coming in short, ragged gasps as he fought to keep himself under control. She smirked around Lando’s cock, her eyes flicking to Oscar for just a moment before returning to Lando. “You’re so beautiful like this,” she murmured, her voice low and husky, the words sending a shiver down Lando’s spine. “Completely at my mercy.”

She took him back into her mouth, her movements growing more purposeful, her pace quickening as she worked him with her tongue. She could feel the way his body tensed beneath her, the way his cock twitched in her mouth, and she smirked around him, her dark eyes glinting with mischief. She was in complete control, and she knew it. And she was loving every second of it.

Y/N pulled back slowly, her lips leaving Lando’s cock with a soft, wet pop. Lando whimpered, the sound desperate and needy, his body trembling as he fought to keep himself under control. She smirked up at him and rose to her feet, her movements slow and deliberate. She stood before them, naked and confident, her gaze sweeping over their flushed faces and trembling bodies like a queen surveying her subjects.

The silence was thick, suffocating, charged with the weight of anticipation. Neither Lando nor Oscar dared to speak, their eyes locked on her as she stepped closer, her bare feet padding softly against the floor. She stopped inches away from them, her chin tilted slightly, her smirk widening as she looked between them, her dominance radiating from every inch of her.

“Here’s the deal,” she said, her voice low and velvety, the words dripping with challenge. “I’m going to touch you both for sixty seconds. Whoever doesn’t make a sound gets to fuck me first.” Her smirk widened, her dark eyes glinting with mischief as she added, “Good luck.”

Neither man dared to respond. They just stood there, their breathing shallow, their bodies tense with anticipation as she stepped closer, her hands trailing up their chests in a slow, deliberate motion. Her touch was feather-light, her fingertips brushing over their skin in a way that sent shivers down their spines. She leaned in, her lips brushing against Lando’s collarbone in a soft, teasing kiss that made him shiver, his hands clenched into fists at his sides as he fought to stay silent.

Her gaze flicked to Oscar, her smirk widening as she leaned in to kiss his shoulder, her lips warm and wet against his skin. She moved lower, her tongue flicking against his chest in a slow, deliberate motion that made him tremble, his breath hitching slightly as he fought to keep himself under control. She glanced up at him, her eyes glinting with mischief as she whispered, “You’re doing so well, Oscar. Don’t break now.”

Her hands trailed lower, her fingers brushing over their abs, teasingly close to their cocks but not quite touching. She shifted her focus back to Lando, her lips brushing against his stomach in a slow, lingering kiss that made him groan, his body trembling beneath her touch. She smirked up at him, her eyes dark with mischief as she whispered, “Patience, Lando. You’re doing so well.”

But she wasn’t done. Her hand wrapped around his cock, her fingers tightening slightly as she began to stroke him slowly, her thumb brushing against the sensitive underside of his shaft with every upward motion. Lando’s breath hitched, his body trembling as he fought to stay silent, but it was becoming increasingly difficult, the sight of her with her hand on his cock driving him wild.

She turned her attention to Oscar, her hand wrapping around his cock as well, her fingers tightening just enough to make him groan. She smirked up at him, her eyes with mischief as she began to stroke him slowly, her thumb brushing against the sensitive underside of his shaft with every upward motion. Oscar’s breath hitched, his body trembling as he fought to stay silent, but it was becoming increasingly difficult, the sight of her driving him wild.

She glanced between them, her smirk widening as she leaned in, her lips brushing against the tip of Lando’s cock in a soft, teasing kiss that made him groan. She shifted her focus to Oscar, her lips brushing against the tip of his cock in a soft, teasing kiss that made him tremble. She could feel them both on the edge, their bodies trembling with need, their breathing ragged and uneven as they fought to stay silent.

But then, it happened. A soft, desperate whimper escaped Oscar’s lips, the sound sending a shiver down Y/N’s spine as she smirked up at him, her dark eyes glinting with satisfaction. She pulled back slightly, her hand still wrapped around his cock, and murmured, “Well, well, Oscar. Looks like you’re the loser.”

She turned her attention to Lando, her smirk widening as she whispered, “You win, Lando. Congratulations.” Her hand tightened around his cock, her thumb brushing against the sensitive underside of his shaft as she stroked him slowly, her movements deliberate and unhurried. She leaned in, her lips brushing against his ear as she whispered, “Now, let’s make this worth it.”

Y/N leaned back slightly, her hand tightening around Lando’s cock as she gave him one final, slow stroke before releasing him. Her eyes flicked to Oscar, who was still standing there, his breathing ragged, his body trembling with need. She smirked, her lips curling into a knowing smile as she stepped away from Lando and walked over to the couch, her movements slow and deliberate. She sank down onto the soft cushions, her legs spreading slightly as she leaned back, her gaze locked on Oscar.

“Sit,” she commanded, her voice low and velvety, the word dripping with authority. Oscar didn’t hesitate. He moved quickly, sinking down onto the couch opposite her, his eyes never leaving hers. She could see the way his hands twitched at his sides, like he wanted to touch himself but didn’t dare without her permission. She smirked, her lips curling into a knowing smile as she leaned back, her legs spreading wider, her hips tilting slightly toward him. “Touch yourself,” she said, her voice firm but soft, like she was giving an order she knew he wouldn’t dare disobey. “Slowly. But if you even think about coming, I’ll stop everything.”

Oscar’s breath hitched, his hands trembling slightly as he reached between his legs, his fingers wrapping around his cock. He began to stroke himself slowly, his eyes locked on Y/N, his breathing growing heavier with every stroke. She smirked, her gaze flicking to Lando, who was still standing there, his cock hard and flushed with need, his eyes burning with a mix of jealousy and desire. She tilted her head slightly, her smirk widening as she murmured, “Come here, Lando.”

Lando didn’t hesitate. He moved quickly, sinking down onto the couch beside her, his body trembling with need as he leaned in, his lips brushing against her ear. “Fuck, Y/N,” he whispered, his voice rough with need. “I’ve wanted this for so long.”

She smirked, her hands sliding up his chest, her fingertips brushing over his skin in a slow, deliberate motion. “Then take me,” she murmured, her voice low and velvety, the words dripping with challenge. “Show me how much you’ve wanted this.”

Lando didn’t need to be told twice. His hands gripped her hips, his fingers digging into her soft skin as he positioned himself between her legs, his cock brushing against her slick entrance. He leaned in, his lips brushing against her ear as he whispered, “You’re so fucking perfect, Y/N.”

She smirked, her hands sliding up his back, her nails digging into his skin as she whispered, “Fuck me, Lando. Show me how much you’ve wanted this.”

He didn’t hesitate. He pushed into her slowly, inch by agonizing inch, his breath hitching as he felt her tight, wet heat enveloping him. Y/N’s breath hitched, her head falling back against the couch as she felt him filling her, stretching her in a way she had never experienced before. Her pussy clenched around him, her walls stretching to accommodate his size, and she let out a low, shuddering moan as he bottomed out, his hips pressed flush against hers.

Lando groaned, his hands tightening on her hips as he began to move, his thrusts slow and deliberate, each one sending a jolt of pleasure through her body. Her pussy felt like it was on fire, every nerve ending alight with pleasure as he fucked her, his cock hitting that sweet spot deep inside her with every thrust. Her tits bounced with the rhythm of his movements, her nipples hard and sensitive.

“Fuck, Lando,” she moaned, her hands gripping his shoulders, her nails digging into his skin as she rolled her hips, meeting him thrust for thrust. “You feel so fucking good.”

Lando groaned, his pace quickening, his thrusts growing harder, deeper, as he fucked her, his hands gripping her hips tightly as he drove into her. Y/N’s pussy clenched around him, her walls fluttering as she felt her orgasm building, the pleasure coiling tighter and tighter with every thrust.

Her eyes flicked to Oscar, who was still sitting there, his hand wrapped around his cock, stroking himself slowly, his eyes locked on them, his breathing ragged and uneven. She smirked, her lips curling into a knowing smile as she murmured, “Look how good he fills me. Look how I stretch for him. That could’ve been you.”

Oscar groaned, his hand tightening around his cock as he stroked himself. He could feel the heat building in his groin, the pleasure coiling tighter and tighter with every stroke, but he didn’t dare come, not when she had made it clear that she would stop everything if he did.

Y/N’s gaze flicked back to Lando, her smirk widening as she rolled her hips, meeting him thrust for thrust, her pussy clenching around him as she felt her orgasm building. “Fuck, Lando,” she moaned, her hands gripping his shoulders, her nails digging into his skin as she whispered, “You’re so fucking good at this.”

Lando groaned, his pace quickening, his thrusts growing harder, deeper, as he fucked her. Y/N’s pussy clenched around him, her walls fluttering as she felt her orgasm building more and more, the pleasure coiling tighter and tighter with every thrust.

Her eyes flicked to Oscar again, her smirk widening as she murmured, “You’re so obedient. Sitting there like a good little boy while he fucks me senseless.”

Oscar groaned, his hand tightening around his cock as he continued to stroked himself. He could feel the heat building in his groin, the pleasure coiling tighter and tighter with every stroke, but he didn’t dare come. 

Y/N’s smirk widened as she glanced at Oscar, her eyes glinting with mischief. “Come here,” she commanded, her voice low and velvety, the words dripping with authority. Oscar didn’t hesitate. He moved quickly, sinking down onto the couch next to her head, his cock hard and flushed with need. Lando’s thrusts didn’t stop, his hips meeting hers with every movement, her pussy clenching around him as she reached for Oscar’s cock, her fingers wrapping around the base of his shaft in a firm grip.

She began to stroke him slowly, her thumb brushing against the sensitive underside of his cock with every upward motion. Oscar groaned, his body trembling with need as he watched her, his breathing ragged and uneven. Y/N smirked, her lips curling into a knowing smile as she leaned in, her lips brushing against the tip of his cock in a soft, teasing kiss that made him shiver. Then she took him into her mouth, her tongue swirling around him in slow, deliberate motions that had him groaning, his hands gripping the edge of the couch as he fought to stay still.

All the while, Lando continued fucking her, his thrusts growing harder, deeper, as he chased his own release. Her pussy was full of him, her walls fluttering around his cock as he filled her, the sensation of him inside her sending waves of pleasure through her body. Her breasts bounced with every movement. 

Y/N’s mouth was full of Oscar, her lips wrapped tightly around him as she worked him with her tongue, her movements slow and deliberate, as if she wanted to savor every moment of this. She could feel the way his cock twitched in her mouth, the way his breathing grew heavier with every stroke of her tongue, and she smirked around him. 

Between Lando’s cock filling her pussy and Oscar’s cock in her mouth, Y/N was completely lost in the pleasure, her body trembling with the intensity of it all.

She let out a low, shuddering moan, the sound muffled by Oscar’s cock as she came, her pussy clenching tightly around Lando as waves of pleasure crashed over her. Overwhelmed, she pulled back, releasing Oscar’s cock from her mouth with a soft, wet pop. Her head fell back against the cushions, her lips swollen and glistening, as a loud, unrestrained moan escaped her lips, echoing through the room. Her body trembled, her hips rocking against Lando as he continued to thrust into her, driving her pleasure higher.

Oscar’s breath hitched, his body trembling as he fought to keep himself under control, the sudden loss of her warm mouth around him driving him wild. His hand tightened around his cock, stroking himself slowly, his eyes locked on her as she came undone beneath Lando. The sight of her, completely lost in pleasure, sent a jolt of heat through him, and he groaned. 

Y/N’s moans grew louder, her voice raw with need as Lando fucked her through her climax. Her fingers dug into his shoulders, her nails leaving faint marks on his skin as she arched into him, her body trembling with the intensity of her release. She gasped for air, her chest heaving as she whispered, “Fuck, Lando,” her voice trembling with pleasure.

Oscar groaned, his body trembling as he watched her, his hand moving faster on his cock, the pleasure coiling tighter and tighter with every stroke. He wanted to touch her, to feel her, but he didn’t dare disobey her command. He just sat there, completely at her mercy, the sight of her coming undone beneath Lando driving him wild.

Lando’s thrusts grew faster, more erratic, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he felt the heat building in his groin. “Y/N,” he groaned, his voice trembling with urgency, “I’m so close. I’m going to cum.”

Y/N smirked, her eyes glinting with mischief as she leaned in, her lips brushing against his ear. “Cum inside me, Lando,” she whispered, her voice low and velvety, the words dripping with command. “Fill me with your cum.”

The moment the words left her lips, Lando’s entire body tensed. A low, guttural moan escaped his throat as he thrust into her one final time, his cock twitching violently as he came, hot ropes of cum spurting deep inside her. His hips jerked uncontrollably, his release so intense it left him trembling, his breath hitching as he spilled himself into her. Y/N gasped, her pussy clenching tightly around him as she felt the warmth of his cum filling her, the sensation electric and overwhelming.

She moaned, her voice raw with pleasure, her body trembling as she felt every pulse of his cock inside her. “Fuck, Lando,” she breathed, her hips rocking against him as she savored the feeling of his cum coating her walls, the slick heat of it making her even more sensitive. Her pussy fluttered around him, her walls tightening as if trying to milk every last drop from him, and she leaned back, her head resting against the couch, a satisfied smile playing on her lips.

Lando groaned, his body still trembling as he stayed buried inside her, his cock twitching as the last remnants of his release spilled into her. He couldn’t believe how dirty she was, how commanding she had been, and the thought alone sent another jolt of pleasure through him. “Fuck, Y/N,” he whispered, his voice rough with need, “you’re so fucking perfect.”

Next to her head, Oscar was on the edge of losing control. His hand gripped his cock tightly, his strokes growing faster, harder, as he listened to her command Lando to cum inside her. The words had sent a shockwave through him, the thought of her being filled so completely driving him wild. His breath hitched, his body trembling as he fought to keep himself from coming, the heat in his groin building to an unbearable level.

“Fuck,” he groaned, his hand tightening around his cock as he stroked himself, his eyes locked on Y/N’s face as she moaned, her pleasure palpable. The sight of her, completely lost in the feeling of Lando’s cum inside her, was almost too much to bear. His cock twitched in his hand, pre-cum leaking from the tip as he fought to keep himself under control, his breathing ragged and uneven.

Y/N glanced over at Oscar, her smirk widening as she saw the state he was in. “Look at you,” she teased, her voice low and husky, “so desperate just from watching. Don’t cum yet, Oscar. You’ll get your turn.”

Oscar groaned, his hand tightening around his cock as he fought to obey her command, the sight of Lando still buried inside her driving him wild. He wanted to touch her, to feel her, but he didn’t dare disobey her. He just sat there, completely at her mercy, the heat in his groin coiling tighter and tighter with every breath.

Y/N leaned back against the couch, her body still trembling from Lando’s orgasm, her pussy slick and dripping with his cum. She looked up at Lando and smirked. “Sit down,” she commanded, her voice low and velvety, the words dripping with authority. “Let him take his turn.” Lando hesitated for a moment, his cock still twitching from his release, but he obeyed, pulling out of her slowly with a soft groan. He sat down where Oscar had been, his eyes never leaving Y/N, his expression a mix of pride and possessiveness as he watched her.

She turned her gaze to Oscar, her smirk widening as she spread her legs wider, her pussy still glistening with Lando’s cum. “Your turn,” she said, her voice firm but soft, like she was giving an order she knew he wouldn’t dare disobey. Oscar’s breath hitched, his body trembling with need as he moved toward her, his cock hard and flushed with anticipation. He positioned himself between her legs, his hands gripping her hips as he leaned in, his lips brushing against her ear. “You’re so fucking perfect, Y/N,” he whispered, his voice rough with need.

Y/N smirked, her hands sliding up his chest, her fingertips brushing over his skin in a slow, deliberate motion. “Fuck me, Oscar,” she murmured, her voice low and velvety, the words dripping with challenge. “Show me how much you’ve wanted this.”

Oscar didn’t hesitate. He pushed into her slowly, inch by agonizing inch, his breath hitching as he felt her tight, wet heat enveloping him. She was still so wet from Lando’s cum, her pussy slick and warm as it stretched to accommodate his cock. The sensation was overwhelming, the mixture of her tightness and the slick heat of Lando’s release sending a jolt of pleasure through him as he bottomed out, his hips pressed flush against hers.

“Fuck, Y/N,” Oscar groaned, his hands tightening on her hips as he began to move, his thrusts slow and deliberate, each one stirring a deep, aching need inside her. Her core throbbed with heat, every nerve alive with pleasure as he moved inside her, his cock finding that perfect spot deep within with every powerful stroke. She could feel the way his cock stretched her, the way it filled her completely, and she moaned, her hands gripping his shoulders, her nails digging into his skin as she rolled her hips, meeting him thrust for thrust.

“You’re so fucking tight,” Oscar whispered, his breath hitching as he felt her pussy clenching around him, her walls fluttering as he fucked her. The sensation was overwhelming, the way she stretched around him, the way her pussy gripped him so tightly, sending waves of pleasure through his body. He could feel the warmth of Lando’s cum coating his cock, the slick heat of it making every thrust feel even more intense, and he groaned, his pace quickening, his thrusts growing harder, deeper, as he chased his own release.

Lando watched them, his eyes filled with a mix of jealousy and pride. To him, it felt like he had already claimed Y/N as his, and Oscar was just borrowing what was his. She’s mine, he thought, his cock twitching as he watched Oscar fuck her, his hips meeting hers with every thrust. She belongs to me. He could see the way her pussy stretched around Oscar’s cock, the way her walls fluttered around him, and the thought of her being filled completely by another man sent a jolt of heat through him. But he didn’t feel threatened. Instead, he felt a sense of pride, like he had already marked her as his, and Oscar was just a guest in his territory.

Oscar’s thrusts grew faster, more erratic, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he felt the heat building in his groin. “Y/N,” he groaned, his voice trembling with urgency, “I’m so close. I’m going to cum.”

Y/N smirked, her dark eyes glinting with mischief as she leaned in, her lips brushing against his ear. “Cum inside me, Oscar,” she whispered, her voice low and velvety, the words dripping with command. “Fill me with your cum.”

The instant the words left her mouth, Oscar’s whole body went rigid. A deep, primal groan tore from his throat as he drove into her one last time, his cock pulsing hard as he climaxed, thick streams of cum flooding deep inside her. His hips bucked without control, the orgasm hitting so hard it left him shaking, his breath catching as he emptied himself into her. Y/N gasped, her pussy clenching tightly around him as she felt the warmth of his cum mixing with Lando’s, the sensation electric and overwhelming.

She cried out, her voice hoarse with bliss, her body quivering as she felt every throb of his cock buried deep inside her. “Fuck, Oscar,” she gasped, her hips rolling against his as she relished the sensation of his release soaking her walls, the warm slickness heightening her sensitivity. Her pussy clenched around him, her muscles contracting like they were trying to draw out every final drop, and she leaned back, her head sinking into the couch, a contented smile tugging at her lips.

Oscar let out a low groan, his body still shaking as he remained deep inside her, his cock twitching with the final waves of his climax leaking into her. He could hardly believe how filthy she was, how utterly in control, and the thought alone sent another surge of pleasure racing through him. “Fuck, Y/N,” he murmured, his voice gravelly with desire, “you feel like fucking heaven.”

Lando watched them, his cock twitching with arousal again as he saw Y/N’s pussy still stretched around Oscar’s cock, the mixture of their cum dripping from her. 

Y/N smirked, her eyes gleaming with mischief as she tilted her hips slightly, forcing Oscar to pull out of her. His cock slipped free with a wet sound, a mix of his and Lando’s cum dripping out of her pussy and onto the couch beneath her. She leaned back, her legs spread wide, their combined release glistening on her thighs and pooling between her legs. Lando and Oscar stared, their breaths hitching as they watched her pussy, stretched and still quivering, their cum spilling out of her in a filthy display of their shared claim.

Lando, already hard again at the sight, clenched his fists, his jaw tight as he watched her with a mix of pride and possessiveness. Oscar, still trembling from his release, couldn’t look away, his cock twitching as he took in the sight of her completely filled, their cum dripping from her swollen lips.

Y/N’s smirk deepened as she reached down, her fingers sliding through the slick mess between her legs. She hooked two fingers inside her pussy, feeling the warmth of their cum coating her walls, and pulled them out slowly, her fingers glistening with their release. She held her hand up, her gaze flicking between the two men as she brought her fingers to her lips. Her tongue darted out, licking the cum from her fingers with deliberate slowness, her eyes never leaving theirs. She sucked them clean, her lips wrapping around her fingertips in a way that made both men groan, their cocks twitching with renewed arousal.

“Delicious,” she purred, her voice low and husky, the word dripping with satisfaction. She leaned back, her fingers trailing down her body as she smirked at them, her dominance radiating from every inch of her. Lando and Oscar were completely transfixed, their eyes locked on her as she savored the taste of their cum, their bodies trembling with the need to reclaim her.

She tilted her head slightly, her smirk widening as she whispered, “You both did so well.” Her fingers dipped back between her legs, teasing her swollen pussy as she watched them, her dark eyes glinting with mischief. You’re mine now, she thought, her dominance radiating through the room. “But don’t think I’m done with you yet,” she said, her voice low and velvety, the words dripping with command. “There’s still so much more I want to do to you.”

Her gaze flicked between them, her smirk deepening as she saw the way their cocks twitched at her words, their bodies trembling with need. Lando’s jaw tightened, his eyes filled with a mix of pride and desperation, while Oscar’s breath hitched. Good boys, she thought, her dominance only growing stronger as she savored their reactions.

She leaned back slightly, her fingers still teasing her pussy as she looked at them, her eyes flashing with challenge. “Who’s next?” she asked, her voice soft but firm, like she was giving an order she knew they wouldn’t dare disobey. Her lips curled into a knowing smile as she added, “Or maybe… I take you both at the same time.”

The room fell silent, the only sound of their ragged breathing as they stared at her, completely and utterly at her mercy. Lando’s cock twitched, the thought of her taking both of them at once sending a jolt of heat through him. Oscar groaned, his body trembling with need as he imagined her pussy stretched around him while she rode Lando, their cocks filling her completely.Y/N smirked, her fingers sliding out from between her legs as she leaned back, her legs spreading wider, her pussy still glistening with their cum. This is where I belong, she thought, her dominance radiating from every inch of her.

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OH MY GOD?’!!? Prove Me Wrong was the most heavenly god send thing my eyes have ever been blessed with. 😩 hoping your pretty mind keeps us updated? Hopefully with a part 2…?

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Posted part two.

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Prove Me Wrong - Part 2 | LN4

˚༺☆ summary ━━━━━━━ Y/N wakes up sore and disoriented, realizing she spent the night with Lando. Though she tries to ignore it, the connection between them lingers, growing harder to deny. At a countryside birthday weekend, tension simmers—but nothing changes. Three weeks later, a surprise visit turns into a night of raw, vulnerable sex. Lando opens up about how much she means to him, and Y/N admits she’s been scared of her feelings. As they cum together, they both realize it’s no longer just sex.

˚༺☆ pairing ━━━━━━━ Lando Norris x she!reader

˚༺☆ word count ━━━━━━━ 16.6k

˚༺☆ warnings ━━━━━━━ +18, sexual content, p in v, oral sex (f and m receiving), multiple orgasms, breast play, nipple play, soft sex, creampie, masturbation (f only), dirty talk, praising (incl. good girl), a few degrading terms (slut), rough sex if you squint a bit

Based on this request.

Part 1.

The first rays of morning sunshine filtered through Y/N's bedroom curtains, casting a warm glow across the tangled sheets. She stirred slowly, her body aching in places she'd forgotten could ache. For a brief, disoriented moment, she couldn't remember why she felt so pleasantly sore—until her eyes fluttered open and she registered the weight of an arm draped across her waist, the steady breathing of someone beside her.

Lando.

The events of the previous night came rushing back in vivid detail: their heated argument on the balcony, the taxi ride that crackled with tension, and then... everything else. The way he'd touched her, tasted her, pushed her to the edge again and again. The sounds he'd drawn from her, the pleasure he'd wrung from her body until she was breathless and begging.

She shifted slightly, and his arm tightened instinctively around her waist. Y/N froze, suddenly acutely aware of their naked bodies pressed together, his chest warm against her back. She needed to think, needed space to process what had happened between them—what was still happening, apparently, as his body curled protectively around hers even in sleep.

Carefully, she extracted herself from his hold, slipping out of bed as quietly as possible. She grabbed a t-shirt from her drawer and pulled it on, pausing to look back at him. Lando's face was softer in sleep, his usual cocky expression replaced by something almost vulnerable. His dark lashes fanned against his cheeks, his lips slightly parted as he breathed deeply. Y/N felt an unwelcome flutter in her chest at the sight.

This was Lando Norris—arrogant, adrenaline-junkie Formula 1 driver who drove her absolutely insane on a good day. The man she'd argued with countless times, whose smirk made her blood boil, whose mere presence in a room set her teeth on edge.

The man who had made her come three times last night with a skill and attentiveness that had shattered every preconception she'd had about him.

"Shit," she whispered, running a hand through her tangled hair. She needed coffee. Strong coffee, immediately.

She was halfway through her first cup, leaning against the kitchen counter and staring unseeing at the wall, when she heard movement from the bedroom. Footsteps padded across the floor, and then Lando appeared in the doorway, wearing only his boxers. His hair was messy from sleep (and her fingers, she remembered with a jolt), his chest bare and sculpted. There was a faint mark on his shoulder where she'd bitten him, and the sight of it sent a wave of heat through her body.

"Morning," he said, his voice rough with sleep. His eyes swept over her, taking in the t-shirt that barely reached mid-thigh, the mug clutched in her hands, the way she was clearly trying to maintain distance between them.

"Coffee?" she offered, gesturing to the pot, anything to break the sudden tension.

He nodded, moving past her to reach for a mug from the cabinet. His arm brushed against hers, and she felt a jolt of electricity at the brief contact. They both froze for a heartbeat, eyes meeting before quickly looking away.

"Thanks," he murmured, pouring himself a cup and adding sugar. He leaned against the opposite counter, creating space between them as he took a sip. "You're up early."

"Couldn't sleep," she replied, though she'd actually slept better than she had in months, curled against his warmth.

An awkward silence stretched between them, thick with unspoken thoughts. What were they supposed to do now? Pretend last night never happened? Acknowledge it but agree it was a mistake? Y/N shifted uncomfortably, acutely aware of the lingering soreness between her thighs—a physical reminder that couldn't be ignored so easily.

"About last night—" they both started simultaneously, then stopped.

Lando gestured for her to continue, but she shook her head.

"You go," she said, needing to hear his take first, to calibrate her own response.

He ran a hand through his hair, looking uncharacteristically uncertain. "Last night was... unexpected."

"That's one word for it," she agreed, hiding behind her coffee mug.

His eyes caught hers over the rim of his own cup. "I don't regret it."

The simple statement hung in the air between them. She should say she did regret it—that it was a mistake, a momentary lapse in judgment fueled by wine and an argument that had somehow transformed into something else entirely. But the words wouldn't come.

"Me neither," she admitted quietly.

Lando's eyebrows rose slightly, as if he'd expected an argument. "Really?"

She shrugged, aiming for nonchalance even as her heart raced. "It was good. Really good. Doesn't mean I suddenly like you or anything."

A slow smile spread across his face, that infuriating cockiness returning. "Just 'good'? That's not what you were saying last night."

"Don't push it, Norris," she warned, but she couldn't quite suppress her own smile. "You know it was more than good."

"Yeah," he agreed, his voice dropping lower. "It was."

The atmosphere shifted, the awkwardness giving way to something warmer, more dangerous. His eyes darkened as they roamed over her, lingering on her bare legs, the outline of her breasts beneath the thin t-shirt. Y/N felt her body responding to his gaze, heat pooling low in her belly.

"So what now?" he asked, setting his mug down on the counter.

It was the question she'd been avoiding. What now, indeed? She wasn't looking for a relationship, especially not with someone as fundamentally different from her as Lando. And yet, the thought of never touching him again, of going back to their usual sniping and bickering without the undercurrent of... whatever this was... felt impossible.

"I don't know," she admitted. "This doesn't change anything. We're still... us."

"Meaning we still can't stand each other?" he clarified, taking a step closer.

"Exactly," she nodded, not backing away as he approached. "You're still annoying as hell."

"And you're still stubborn and uptight," he countered, but there was no heat behind the words.

He was standing in front of her now, close enough that she could feel the warmth radiating from his body. His coffee-scented breath mingled with hers as he leaned in, his hand moving to rest on the counter beside her hip, effectively caging her in.

"But?" he prompted, his eyes dropping to her lips.

"But," she continued, her voice barely above a whisper, "I can't stop thinking about last night."

It was a confession that cost her, an admission of vulnerability she hadn't intended to make. But something about the way he was looking at her—intense, focused, like she was a puzzle he was determined to solve—made honesty feel safer than pretense.

Lando's free hand came up to cup her cheek, his thumb tracing her lower lip. "Neither can I."

And then he was kissing her, soft and questioning at first, then deeper as she responded, setting her coffee mug blindly on the counter to thread her fingers through his hair. His body pressed against hers, solid and warm, his hands skimming down to grip her waist.

They could have easily ended up back in bed, repeating the previous night's activities with the added intensity of morning desire. But the shrill ring of Lando's phone from the bedroom broke the moment, causing them to spring apart as if burned.

"Shit," he muttered, looking torn between ignoring it and answering. "That's probably Max wondering where I disappeared to."

Reality crashed back in. Max and Pietra. Their friends. The outside world where they were still Y/N and Lando, antagonists who could barely be in the same room without bickering.

"You should get that," she said, pushing gently against his chest to create space between them.

He hesitated, searching her face. "Y/N—"

"Go," she insisted. "Before they send out a search party."

With visible reluctance, he stepped back, holding her gaze for a moment longer before turning to retrieve his phone. Y/N let out a shaky breath, pressing her palms against the cool counter to ground herself.

What the hell was she doing?

–

"There you are!" Max exclaimed as Lando slipped back into the flat later that morning, having made a quick stop at his own place to change. "We were starting to worry."

Lando shrugged, aiming for casualness. "Had an early errand to run."

"In the same clothes as last night?" Pietra smirked from where she was curled on the couch, nursing her own coffee. Her eyes sparkled with mischief. "Who was the lucky girl?"

"No one you know," Lando lied smoothly, heading for the kitchen to avoid further questioning. "Just someone I met at that bar on the corner."

Max followed him, lowering his voice. "Everything okay? You disappeared pretty quickly after Y/N left last night."

Lando's heart skipped at the mention of her name. "Yeah, fine. Just needed some air. Things got a bit heated with the whole debate."

"You two and your constant arguing," Max shook his head. "One of these days you'll have to find a way to get along."

If only he knew just how well they'd "gotten along" last night, Lando thought, suppressing a grin.

"Where is Y/N, anyway?" he asked, keeping his tone deliberately disinterested as he grabbed a fresh cup of coffee.

"She texted earlier," Pietra called from the living room. "Said she had some work to catch up on and wouldn't make brunch. Which is a shame because I was looking forward to watching you two snipe at each other over eggs benedict."

"Very funny," Lando rolled his eyes, ignoring the mixture of relief and disappointment that Y/N wouldn't be there. Part of him had been dreading seeing her in front of their friends, afraid his face would betray everything. But another part had been eager to see how they'd navigate this new territory, to catch her eye across the table and share the secret knowledge of what had transpired between them.

"Seriously though," Max said, leaning against the counter. "What's the deal with you and Y/N? Why do you dislike each other so much?"

Lando took a slow sip of his coffee, considering the question. Why did they dislike each other? Before last night, he'd have had a ready answer: she was too rigid, too judgmental, too quick to roll her eyes at his lifestyle. But now, after experiencing her passion, her fire, the way she'd matched him thrust for thrust and hadn't held back... he wasn't so sure anymore.

"She's just... different," he said finally. "We don't see eye to eye on most things."

"Opposites attract, you know," Pietra teased, appearing in the doorway. "All that fighting could just be unresolved sexual tension."

Lando choked on his coffee, coughing as Max pounded him on the back.

"You okay, mate?" Max asked, eyebrows raised.

"Fine," Lando wheezed, avoiding Pietra's knowing gaze. "Just went down the wrong pipe."

"Anyway," Pietra continued, her eyes twinkling with amusement, "you two should try actually talking sometime instead of arguing. You might find you have more in common than you think."

"I doubt that," Lando muttered, though the words lacked their usual conviction.

Pietra shrugged, turning to head back to the living room. "Just an observation. You both get this same look when you're arguing—like you're having the time of your lives."

Lando stared after her, unsettled by her perception. Had they always been that transparent? Had everyone seen something between them that they themselves had been too stubborn to acknowledge?

The thought followed him throughout brunch and into the afternoon, a persistent whisper that wouldn't be silenced. And beneath it all, the memory of Y/N's body beneath his, her lips against his ear, her breathless pleas for more.

He needed to see her again. Soon.

–

Y/N managed to avoid Lando for nearly two weeks after that night. She skipped group dinners with vague excuses about work deadlines, ignored the pointed texts from Pietra asking if she was okay, and generally threw herself into her job with an intensity that left little room for anything else.

But she couldn't avoid thinking about him.

At night, alone in her bed, she'd close her eyes and immediately be transported back to that night. The heat of his mouth between her thighs, the weight of his body pressing her into the mattress, the sound of his voice rough with desire as he whispered filthy promises against her skin. She'd wake up tangled in sheets, flushed and aching, her hand already moving between her legs to chase the phantom pleasure of his touch.

Even worse were the everyday moments—catching a glimpse of a Formula 1 advertisement and feeling her heart race, hearing someone with a similar accent and whipping around expecting to see him, finding herself absentmindedly touching the spots on her body where he'd left marks, long since faded.

It was torture, this constant awareness of him even in his absence. She told herself it was just physical, just the lingering effects of spectacularly good sex after too long without it. Nothing more.

But eventually, her excuses ran thin, and Pietra's persistence wore her down.

"You're coming tonight," her friend insisted over the phone. "No more cancellations. We're doing game night at our place, and if you're not there, I'm personally coming to drag you out of your flat."

Y/N sighed, knowing resistance was futile. "Fine. What time?"

"Seven. And Y/N? Lando will be there, so try not to start World War III, okay? Max and I have a new rug."

Her heart thumped traitorously at the mention of his name. "I'll be on my best behavior if he is."

"That's all I ask," Pietra laughed. "See you tonight!"

After hanging up, Y/N spent an embarrassing amount of time deciding what to wear—settling on jeans and a soft blue sweater that dipped just low enough to show her collarbones. She caught herself applying an extra coat of mascara, dabbing perfume on her pulse points, and stopped with a frustrated groan.

"It's just game night," she muttered to her reflection. "Get a grip."

But as she approached Max and Pietra's door that evening, her palms were damp with nervous anticipation. She paused, taking a deep breath before knocking.

Pietra swung the door open with a delighted squeal. "You came!"

"I said I would," Y/N smiled, stepping into the warm apartment. Her eyes immediately scanned the room, landing on Lando where he sat on the couch, beer in hand, mid-conversation with Max.

He looked good. Unfairly good, in dark jeans and a simple gray t-shirt that stretched across his shoulders. His hair was slightly longer than she remembered, curling at the nape of his neck. She had a sudden vivid memory of how those curls had felt between her fingers.

As if sensing her gaze, he looked up, their eyes locking across the room. Something electric passed between them, a silent acknowledgment of everything unsaid. Then his lips curved into that infuriating smirk, and he raised his beer in mocking salute.

"Look what the cat dragged in," he called. "Finally decided to grace us with your presence, Y/N?"

And just like that, they were back to their usual dynamic. Y/N rolled her eyes, shrugging off her jacket. "Don't flatter yourself, Norris. I'm here for Pietra and Max, not you."

"Wouldn't dream of thinking otherwise," he shot back, but there was something new in his eyes, a heated awareness that hadn't been there before.

"Drink?" Max offered, stepping between them as if anticipating an argument. "We've got wine, beer, or I can make you a cocktail."

"Wine would be great, thanks," Y/N said, following him to the kitchen, acutely aware of Lando's eyes on her as she walked away.

The evening progressed with a familiar rhythm of food, drinks, and catching up. Two more couples joined them—friends from Pietra's work and their partners—making it a lively gathering. Y/N found herself relaxing as the wine flowed, the initial tension of seeing Lando again easing as they slipped into their usual group dynamic.

But there was an undercurrent she couldn't ignore—a hyper-awareness of his every movement, every laugh, every glance in her direction. Several times she caught him staring, his eyes full of something that made her skin tingle, only for him to quickly look away when noticed.

"Alright, game time!" Pietra announced after dinner, herding everyone to the living room. "We're playing 'Truth or Dare' tonight."

Y/N groaned. "What are we, sixteen?"

"Don't be a party pooper," Pietra teased. "It'll be fun! Adult version."

"That sounds even worse," Y/N muttered, but took her place in the circle, carefully positioning herself across from Lando rather than beside him.

The game started harmlessly enough—silly dares like doing impressions or confessing embarrassing stories from university days. Y/N chose "truth" when her turn came, relieved when Pietra merely asked about her worst date experience.

But as the drinks continued to flow, the questions and dares grew progressively more suggestive. One couple was dared to make out for thirty seconds, another had to reveal their favorite sexual position. Y/N shifted uncomfortably, hyper-aware of Lando watching her reactions.

When the bottle spun to Lando, Max grinned wickedly. "Truth or dare, mate?"

"Dare," Lando answered without hesitation, never one to back down from a challenge.

Max considered, eyes gleaming. "I dare you to sit next to the most attractive person in the room for the rest of the game."

The room erupted in whistles and teasing comments. Y/N tensed, her heart pounding as Lando stood up. Would he choose her? What would that reveal to everyone? But what if he didn't choose her—why did that possibility make her stomach twist unpleasantly?

Lando made a show of looking around the circle, his eyes lingering on each person in turn. When his gaze landed on Y/N, everything around them seemed to fade momentarily. His eyes darkened, holding hers with an intensity that made her breath catch—a look that communicated something raw and honest before he blinked and the mask slid back into place.

With deliberate casualness, he broke their connection and leaned back in his spot. "I'm going to have to pass on this one. All the women here except Y/N are in relationships, and I'm not about to disrespect any of you guys by choosing your girlfriends."

"Diplomatic answer," Max chuckled, clearly impressed by Lando's respectfulness.

"Boring answer," teased Pietra, but she was smiling. "What about Y/N then? She's single."

Lando's eyes briefly flickered to Y/N before he shrugged with forced nonchalance. "We all know how that would go. She'd probably push me off the couch."

There was laughter around the circle, but Y/N caught something in his voice—the slightest hint of strain beneath the casual dismissal. She told herself the sinking feeling in her chest was relief, not disappointment. And yet, that moment of eye contact had revealed something neither of them was ready to acknowledge. She wasn't the only one who noticed how he carefully avoided looking in her direction for the rest of the game.

Two rounds later, the bottle pointed at Y/N again.

"Truth or dare?" asked one of Max's colleagues with a mischievous grin.

"Truth," Y/N said, sticking with the safer option.

"Boring," the man teased. "Alright, truth it is. Who in this room would you most want to be stranded with on a deserted island, and why?"

It seemed like a harmless enough question, but Y/N froze, her mind immediately conjuring images of Lando—his hands, his mouth, the things he could do to pass the time on a deserted island. She took a long sip of wine, buying time as she composed her answer.

"Probably Max," she said finally, ignoring the way her conscience screamed liar. "He's practical, knows how to build things. We'd have the best chance of survival."

Lando snorted from across the circle. "Always the pragmatist."

Y/N's eyes narrowed at his tone. "Some of us think beyond immediate gratification, Lando."

"Is that right?" he challenged, leaning forward. "And how's that working out for you? Having fun up there on your high horse?"

"Better than living life like it's one continuous adrenaline rush," she shot back. "Some of us have responsibilities."

"Here we go again," Max muttered, while Pietra looked between them with narrowed eyes.

"And some of us actually know how to enjoy life," Lando continued, ignoring Max. "Instead of scheduling fun into fifteen-minute blocks on a color-coded calendar."

Y/N felt her cheeks flush with anger. "You don't know anything about my life."

"I know enough," he replied, his gaze intense. "I know you're scared to let go, to actually feel something that isn't carefully controlled and analyzed to death."

The room had gone uncomfortably quiet, the playful atmosphere evaporating as everyone watched their exchange with wide eyes.

"Okay, maybe we should switch games," Pietra suggested, shooting a worried glance at Max.

But Y/N couldn't let it go, not with Lando looking at her like that, like he could see right through her carefully constructed walls. "That's rich coming from someone who treats everything like a joke. God forbid you actually take something seriously for once in your life."

Lando's expression darkened. "You think I don't take anything seriously? You have no idea what I—" He cut himself off, jaw clenching. "You know what? Forget it. You've already made up your mind about me."

"Whoa, tension," one of the other guests whispered, not quite quietly enough.

Max stood up abruptly. "Who wants dessert? Pietra made that chocolate thing everyone loves."

The awkward moment broke as people eagerly followed Max to the kitchen, relieved for the distraction. Y/N remained seated, heart pounding, unable to look away from Lando who hadn't moved either.

"What the hell was that?" she hissed once they were alone.

"You tell me," he retorted, scrubbing a hand through his hair in frustration. "You're the one who's been avoiding me for two weeks."

"I haven't been—" she started, then stopped at his raised eyebrow. "Fine. Maybe I have. But what did you expect? That we'd just go back to normal after..."

"After the best sex of your life?" he finished, his voice dropping to ensure they weren't overheard. "Because that's what it was for me, Y/N. The best. And I can't stop thinking about it."

His blunt admission sucked the air from her lungs. She stared at him, momentarily speechless, her defenses crumbling under the weight of his honesty.

"Lando—"

"Here we go! Dessert for everyone," Pietra announced, returning with plates of chocolate cake. The others filed back in behind her, forcing Y/N and Lando to retreat to opposite sides of the room once more.

For the rest of the evening, Y/N felt his eyes on her, heavy with unspoken things. Every time she looked up, he was watching her, something raw and hungry in his gaze that made her stomach flip. The game continued with forced cheerfulness, everyone careful to steer clear of dares that might reignite the tension between them.

When the night finally wound down and people began to leave, Y/N made her excuses quickly, needing to escape the charged atmosphere.

"I should head out too," she said, gathering her jacket. "Early meeting tomorrow."

"I'll walk you out," Pietra insisted, following her to the door. Once they were in the hallway, she gave Y/N a searching look. "What's going on with you and Lando?"

"Nothing," Y/N said too quickly. "Same as always."

Pietra crossed her arms, unconvinced. "That was not the same as always. That was... different. More intense."

"We just get under each other's skin," Y/N shrugged, avoiding her friend's perceptive gaze.

"Mmm-hmm," Pietra nodded slowly. "You know, sometimes the line between hatred and attraction is thinner than people realize."

Y/N's heart skipped. "That's not—we're not—"

"Alright, alright," Pietra held up her hands in surrender. "I'm just saying, there's a lot of energy between you two. Always has been. Maybe worth exploring what that energy actually is."

Before Y/N could formulate a response, the door opened behind them, and Lando stepped into the hallway.

"I'm heading out too," he announced, studiously avoiding Y/N's eyes. "Thanks for dinner, Pietra."

"My pleasure," Pietra smiled, glancing between them with undisguised curiosity. "You two can share a cab, can't you? You're both heading to the same area."

Y/N opened her mouth to protest, but Lando beat her to it.

"I drove," he said shortly. "But I can give Y/N a lift if she needs one."

The last thing Y/N needed was to be trapped in a car with Lando, alone with the tension that had been building all evening. "I'm fine, I'll just grab—"

"Don't be silly," Pietra interrupted. "It's late, cabs will take forever, and Lando's offering. Just take the ride."

Caught between Pietra's insistence and the awkwardness of continued refusal, Y/N reluctantly nodded. "Fine. Thanks."

Pietra's satisfied smile as she bid them goodnight suggested she knew exactly what she was doing. Y/N followed Lando to the elevator in tense silence, hyper aware of the small space and the way his cologne—the same one she'd breathed in as he'd moved above her, inside her—filled her senses.

"You don't have to drive me," she said as the elevator doors closed. "I can call a car."

"It's not a problem," he replied stiffly, staring straight ahead. "I'm going that way anyway."

The silence stretched between them as they rode down to the parking garage. Y/N's mind raced, replaying their heated exchange from earlier. The best sex of your life. That's what it was for me. His voice, low and intense, echoed in her memory.

Why couldn't she just admit it had been the same for her?

Lando led her to his car—a sleek, expensive sports model that screamed "professional athlete"—and opened the passenger door with mechanical politeness. Y/N slid in, immediately enveloped by the rich scent of leather and his lingering cologne.

As he started the engine, Y/N focused on the dashboard, the road ahead, anything but the man beside her. But in the confined space of the car, it was impossible to ignore his presence—the controlled strength in his hands as they gripped the steering wheel, the clean line of his jaw, the way his t-shirt stretched across his shoulders as he reversed out of the parking spot.

They drove in silence for several minutes, the tension building with each passing street.

"I'm sorry," Y/N finally said, staring out the window. "About earlier. I shouldn't have taken that shot at you."

Lando's hands tightened on the wheel. "Which one? There were several."

She winced. "Fair enough. All of them, I guess. I was... defensive."

"Why?" he asked, glancing at her briefly before returning his eyes to the road. "What exactly are you defending yourself against, Y/N?"

It was a loaded question, one she wasn't sure she could answer honestly even to herself. "I don't know," she admitted quietly. "This is all... confusing."

"You're telling me," he muttered. "One minute we're at each other's throats, the next we're..." He trailed off, the memory hanging between them.

"Yeah," she breathed, heat flooding her cheeks.

More silence, broken only by the soft purr of the engine and the occasional click of the turn signal. Y/N was acutely aware of the diminishing distance to her flat, of time running out on this conversation.

"Did you mean what you said?" she asked suddenly. "About it being... the best?"

Lando's profile was illuminated by passing streetlights, casting his features in alternating shadow and light. For a moment she thought he hadn't heard, or was choosing to ignore the question. Then, without taking his eyes off the road:

"Yes."

The simple admission hung in the air between them, charged with possibilities.

"Me too," she whispered, the confession slipping out before she could stop it.

His hands tightened on the steering wheel again, knuckles white. "Y/N..."

"We're here," she interrupted as they turned onto her street, both relieved and disappointed by the timing.

He pulled up outside her building, putting the car in park but leaving the engine running. They sat in silence for a moment, the air thick with things unsaid.

"Thank you for the ride," she said finally, reaching for the door handle.

"Wait," Lando's hand shot out, catching her wrist. The touch sent a jolt of electricity up her arm. "We should talk about this. Whatever this is between us."

Y/N looked down at where his fingers wrapped around her wrist, warm and firm. "What is there to talk about? We had sex, it was good, end of story."

"Bullshit," he said quietly. "If it was just sex, you wouldn't be avoiding me. If it was just sex, I wouldn't be thinking about you constantly. If it was just sex, we wouldn't be having this conversation right now."

She met his eyes then, finding them filled with an intensity that made her breath catch. "What do you want from me, Lando?"

"I don't know," he admitted, his thumb tracing small circles on the inside of her wrist, sending shivers up her spine. "But I want... something. More than just pretending it never happened."

Y/N swallowed hard, caught between the urge to flee and the equally powerful desire to lean across the console and kiss him. "I can't do this right now. I need to think."

After a moment, he nodded, releasing her wrist slowly, reluctantly. "Okay. Think. But don't overthink, Y/N. That's what you do—analyze everything until there's nothing left but cold logic. Some things aren't meant to be analyzed. They're meant to be felt."

She stepped out of the car without responding, her mind too tangled to form coherent thoughts. At her door, she turned back to see him still watching, waiting until she was safely inside before driving away.

Upstairs in her flat, she leaned against the closed door, heart racing. What the hell was happening to her? To them? It was supposed to be simple—one night of hate-fueled passion, a momentary lapse in judgment that they could both move past. Instead, it had unlocked something neither of them seemed able to control, unleashing feelings that refused to be neatly categorized and dismissed.

The worst part was, she couldn't even blame it on the alcohol or the heat of the moment anymore. The attraction was still there, stronger than ever, a constant awareness that hummed beneath her skin whenever he was near.

"Get a grip," she muttered to herself, pushing away from the door. "It's just Lando."

But as she got ready for bed, her mind kept returning to his words. Don't overthink. Some things aren't meant to be analyzed. They're meant to be felt.

Sleep was a long time coming that night.

–

The next few weeks brought a fragile truce. Y/N stopped avoiding group gatherings, and she and Lando settled into a wary coexistence, careful to maintain their usual banter but without the sharper edges that had characterized their previous interactions. If their friends noticed the change, they didn't comment, though Y/N occasionally caught Pietra watching them with speculative eyes.

What their friends couldn't see, however, was the current of tension that ran beneath every interaction—the way their eyes would lock across a room, the careful distance they maintained, the heightened awareness that made every accidental brush of hands or shoulders feel like a deliberate caress.

It was, Y/N thought bitterly, like living with a constant low-grade fever—this persistent, simmering heat that never quite diminished, leaving her perpetually on edge.

They were managing, though. Keeping their distance, being civil, pretending that nothing had changed. Until Max and Pietra's weekend trip to the countryside threw everything into chaos once more.

"It's Ed's birthday," Pietra explained as they gathered for dinner at a new restaurant in Soho. "We're doing a big thing at this gorgeous house he's rented. You'll both come, right?"

"Of course," Y/N agreed immediately, fond of Ed, who was an old friend of Max and Lando's from karting.

"Count me in," Lando nodded. "Sounds like fun."

"Great!" Pietra beamed. "Here's the thing—we're carpooling to save on parking, and since you two are the only singles in the group..."

Y/N's stomach dropped as she realized where this was heading. "We have to drive together," she finished flatly.

"Lando's already offered to drive," Max confirmed. "You don't mind, do you? It's a couple of hours, but better than going alone."

Y/N shot a glance at Lando, who was watching her with hooded eyes. "I guess that works," she said carefully.

"Perfect," Pietra clapped her hands together. "It's settled then. We leave Friday afternoon—Lando will pick you up around two."

The rest of the evening passed in a blur as Y/N's mind fixated on the upcoming trip. Two hours alone in a car with Lando. After weeks of carefully managed distance, they'd be confined together in close quarters with nowhere to escape.

By Friday, she'd worked herself into a state of nervous anticipation. She packed with meticulous care, agonizing over every outfit choice. The weather forecast promised unseasonably warm temperatures for early spring, so she included a swimsuit at the last minute, remembering Ed mentioning a hot tub at the rental house.

At exactly two o'clock, her phone buzzed with a text from Lando: Outside when you're ready.

She took one last look in the mirror, smoothing down her simple white top with a neckline that dipped just low enough to be flattering without being obvious. She grabbed her weekend bag and headed downstairs, her stomach fluttering with nerves.

Lando was leaning against his car, arms crossed, sunglasses shielding his eyes. He straightened when he saw her, moving to take her bag.

"Hey," he said, his voice carefully neutral.

"Hey," she echoed, handing over her luggage and trying not to notice how good he looked in dark jeans and a fitted black t-shirt. "Thanks for driving."

"No problem." He stored her bag in the trunk alongside his own, then opened the passenger door for her. "Ready for a couple hours of awkward silence?"

The joke, delivered with a self-deprecating half-smile, broke some of the tension. Y/N found herself smiling back despite her nerves.

"I've packed emergency topics in case of awkward silence," she replied, sliding into the passenger seat. "Weather, traffic, the declining quality of reality television..."

"All the classics," he nodded solemnly, closing her door and walking around to the driver's side.

As they pulled away from her building, Y/N was surprised by how quickly they fell into easy conversation about inconsequential things—music preferences, a new restaurant that had opened near Max and Pietra's place, the latest superhero movie neither had seen yet but both wanted to. It was almost... comfortable, this truce they'd established.

But beneath the casual chat ran a current of awareness that neither acknowledged. Y/N found herself hyper-conscious of every movement Lando made—the flex of his forearm as he changed gears, the way his fingers tapped the steering wheel in rhythm with the music, the occasional glance he cast her way when he thought she wasn't looking.

An hour into the journey, the conversation naturally faded. Lando focused on navigating a particularly winding stretch of country road, while Y/N gazed out at the passing landscape, enjoying the warm spring sunshine that streamed through the window.

"You're quiet," he observed after a few minutes of silence.

"Just enjoying the view," she replied, turning to look at him. "I don't get out of the city often enough."

His eyes remained on the road, but she saw the corner of his mouth lift slightly. "It's nice, isn't it? Open space. Room to breathe."

"Is that why you like driving so fast? For the freedom?"

The question slipped out before she could consider how personal it was—a genuine inquiry rather than the teasing remark she might have made before.

Lando was quiet for a moment, considering. "Partly," he admitted. "There's something about pushing the limits, finding exactly how far you can go before you lose control. It's... I don't know, pure somehow. Just you and the machine and physics."

Y/N watched his profile, struck by the sincerity in his voice. "I never thought of it that way."

"Most people don't," he shrugged. "They just see the speed, the danger, the showing off. But it's more than that."

"What's the rest of it?" she asked softly.

His hands tightened slightly on the wheel. "The rest is... proving something, I guess. To myself more than anyone. That I can do something exceptional, something that matters." He glanced at her quickly, then back to the road. "Sorry, that sounds pretentious."

"No, it doesn't," she said, surprised by the insight into a side of him she'd never bothered to look for before. "It makes sense. We all want to matter."

A comfortable silence fell between them, different from the tense quiet of before. Y/N shifted in her seat, adjusting the thin strap of her top that had slipped slightly off her shoulder. The movement drew Lando's attention, his eyes leaving the road briefly to glance her way.

She caught the look—the way his gaze dropped to the neckline of her top before quickly returning to the road. A familiar heat bloomed in her chest at the knowledge that he was still attracted to her, still affected by her presence despite the weeks of careful distance.

The realization was both thrilling and terrifying. Thrilling because she couldn't deny the reciprocal attraction that had only grown stronger since that night. Terrifying because she had no idea what to do about it, how to navigate this new territory where the lines between animosity and desire had blurred beyond recognition.

"Music?" Lando suggested, breaking into her thoughts.

"Sure," she nodded, grateful for the distraction.

He connected his phone to the car's sound system, and soon the interior was filled with a playlist that surprised her with its eclectic mix of indie rock, classic hip-hop, and even a few mellow acoustic tracks she wouldn't have expected him to enjoy.

"What?" he asked, noticing her raised eyebrows after a particularly soulful ballad began playing.

"Nothing," she smiled. "Just wouldn't have pegged you for a Sam Smith fan."

"There's a lot you don't know about me," he said, a challenge in his voice.

"Apparently," she agreed, settling back in her seat.

The journey continued, punctuated by bursts of conversation and comfortable silences. As they ventured deeper into the countryside, the sun beat down more intensely, warming the car despite the air conditioning. Y/N adjusted her position, suddenly very aware of how the fabric of her top clung to her skin in the heat.

Lando's eyes darted to her again, lingering a fraction too long on the dip of her neckline before he forced his attention back to the road. Y/N pretended not to notice, but a thrill ran through her at his obvious appreciation. She shifted again, ostensibly to get more comfortable, but the movement caused the neckline to slip a little lower.

This was dangerous territory. She knew she was playing with fire, deliberately drawing his attention while acting oblivious. But there was something intoxicating about the power she held, about knowing that beneath his carefully maintained composure, he wanted her as desperately as she wanted him.

"Hot?" he asked, his voice slightly rougher than before.

"A little," she admitted, fanning herself lightly. "The sun's stronger than I expected."

"I can turn up the AC," he offered, reaching for the control panel.

"Thanks."

The cooler air provided some relief, but did nothing to dispel the growing tension between them. Y/N found herself remembering that night with increasing vividness—the way his hands had felt on her skin, the taste of his mouth, the sounds he'd made when he came. Her body responded to the memories, a familiar ache building low in her belly.

She glanced at Lando, wondering if his thoughts were following a similar path. His jaw was tight, his posture tense, his eyes fixed determinedly on the road ahead. But the slight flush on his neck, the way his fingers gripped the steering wheel a little too tightly, told her everything she needed to know.

They both knew exactly what was happening here. Both fighting the same losing battle against an attraction that refused to be denied. Both pretending they weren't hyper-aware of each other's every breath, every movement, every unspoken thought.

"How much further?" she asked, her voice sounding strained even to her own ears.

"About forty minutes," he replied, checking the navigation screen. "We can stop if you need a break."

"I'm fine," she said quickly. Too quickly.

He shot her a look, one eyebrow raised. "You sure about that?"

There was a challenge in his tone, a knowing edge that told her he'd seen right through her carefully maintained facade. Heat flooded her cheeks, and she turned to look out the window, suddenly unable to meet his gaze.

"Perfectly sure," she lied.

Lando's soft chuckle told her he didn't believe her for a second, but he let it drop, turning his attention back to the winding country road. They fell into silence once more, but it was different now—charged, expectant, like the air before a storm.

Y/N's mind raced with possibilities, with scenarios that ended with them pulling over to the side of the road, with his hands on her body and her name on his lips. She squeezed her thighs together, trying to contain the growing ache between them, knowing her underwear was already embarrassingly damp.

She needed to think of something else, anything else. "Tell me about the house," she said abruptly.

If Lando was thrown by the sudden change of subject, he didn't show it. "It's spectacular, from what Max has told me. Right on the edge of a lake, with a massive deck, hot tub, the works. Ed spared no expense."

"Sounds amazing," she nodded, latching onto the safe topic. "How many people will be there?"

"Around 20, I think. Mostly couples, a few singles." He glanced at her. "We're the only ones from our immediate group who aren't paired up."

The observation hung in the air between them, loaded with implication. They weren't a couple, of course, but they weren't exactly just friends either. They existed in some undefined space between animosity and attraction, neither willing to put a label on what was happening between them.

"Great," Y/N muttered. "So we'll be the odd ones out."

"Would that be so terrible?" Lando asked quietly. "Being paired up together in people's minds?"

The question caught her off guard. "I—that's not what I meant. I just..."

"I know what you meant," he said, his voice neutral again. "Don't worry, I won't cramp your style if you meet someone interesting."

The thought of flirting with anyone else while Lando watched made her stomach twist uncomfortably. "That's not going to happen."

"No? Why not?"

Y/N hesitated, unsure how honest she wanted to be. "Just not interested in random hookups."

"Since when?" he challenged, a hint of that familiar cockiness returning to his tone. "Seems like not that long ago you were pretty open to the idea."

"That was different," she snapped, irritation flaring at his deliberate misunderstanding.

"Was it?" he pressed, taking his eyes off the road long enough to pin her with an intense gaze. "How?"

"You know how," she said quietly.

The admission hung between them, neither willing to elaborate further but both acknowledging the truth of it. Whatever had happened between them that night—whatever was still happening—wasn't just a random hookup. It was something else entirely, something neither of them had expected or knew how to define.

Lando's phone chimed with a notification, breaking the moment. "Can you check that? Might be Max."

Y/N picked up his phone from the center console, trying to ignore the jolt of electricity that shot through her when their fingers brushed. "It's Pietra. She says they're about twenty minutes away and to let her know when we arrive."

"Can you reply for me? Tell her we'll be there in about half an hour."

Y/N typed out the message, hyperaware that she was holding his phone, touching something so personal to him. It felt strangely intimate, this small act of everyday assistance. She set the phone back in the console, careful not to let their hands touch this time.

As they drove the final stretch, the landscape opened up to reveal glimpses of a lake shimmering in the distance. The roads became narrower, more winding, requiring Lando's full concentration. Y/N was grateful for the break from conversation, using the time to gather her composure before they arrived.

Finally, they turned onto a gravel driveway that led to a stunning contemporary house perched on the edge of the lake. Floor-to-ceiling windows reflected the afternoon sunlight, and a large deck wrapped around the structure, offering panoramic views of the water.

"Wow," Y/N breathed as Lando parked alongside several other cars. "Ed wasn't kidding about going all out."

"No expense spared for the big 30," Lando agreed, turning off the engine. He sat for a moment, hands still on the wheel, then turned to look at her fully for the first time in hours. "Y/N, before we go in—"

The sound of a car horn interrupted whatever he'd been about to say. They both looked up to see Max and Pietra pulling in behind them, waving enthusiastically.

The moment was gone. Lando sighed, offering a tight smile. "Never mind. Let's go say hello."

As they stepped out of the car to greet their friends, Y/N couldn't help wondering what he'd been about to say. Had he felt it too—that shift during their journey, the gradual erosion of the walls they'd built, the undeniable pull that kept drawing them together despite their best efforts to resist?

She watched him hug Pietra, exchange backslaps with Max, his easy smile betraying none of the tension that had filled the car minutes before. But when his eyes met hers over Max's shoulder, she saw it again—that flash of heat, of raw honesty, before the mask slipped back into place.

Whatever was happening between them, Y/N realized, was far from over. In fact, trapped together in this beautiful house for an entire weekend, it might just be beginning.

–

The house was even more impressive inside. Soaring ceilings, minimalist decor, and those incredible views of the lake from almost every room. Ed greeted them enthusiastically, pulling Y/N into a warm hug.

"So glad you could make it! How was the drive with Speed Racer here?" he asked, gesturing toward Lando with a grin.

"Surprisingly, we made it in one piece," Y/N replied with a small smile, avoiding Lando's eyes.

"She doesn't appreciate my talents," Lando said, the familiar teasing tone back in his voice. "Most women would be thrilled to be driven by a professional."

"Most women have better survival instincts," Y/N shot back, falling easily into their usual pattern of banter.

Ed laughed, looking between them with amused eyes. "Some things never change. Come on, let me show you to your rooms."

They followed him up a floating staircase to the second floor, where a hallway led to several bedroom doors. "Couples are in the rooms with king beds," Ed explained, "singles in the rooms with queens." He stopped by a door halfway down. "Y/N, this is you."

He pushed open the door to reveal a beautifully appointed room with a large window overlooking the lake. "Bathroom's through there," he pointed to a door in the corner.

"It's gorgeous," Y/N said sincerely. "Thank you."

"Lando, you're right next door," Ed continued, moving to the adjacent room. "You two don't mind being neighbors, right? I can switch things around if there's a problem."

"No problem," Lando said smoothly, though Y/N detected a slight tightness in his voice. "We'll be civil."

"More than civil, I hope," Ed frowned. "It's my birthday weekend, guys. Truce for a few days?"

"Of course," Y/N assured him. "We'll be on our best behavior."

"Great! Everyone's down by the lake or on the deck. Get settled and come join when you're ready."

Once Ed had disappeared back downstairs, Y/N and Lando stood awkwardly in the hallway, acutely aware of the proximity of their rooms.

"So," Lando said, leaning against his door frame. "Neighbors."

"Looks that way," Y/N nodded, shifting her weekend bag to her other shoulder.

"Thin walls in these modern places," he observed casually. Too casually.

The implication sent a flush creeping up her neck. "I'll be sure to keep the TV down."

A slow smile spread across his face. "That's not what I was worried about."

Before she could formulate a suitably cutting response, he disappeared into his room, leaving her standing in the hallway with heated cheeks and a fluttering in her stomach that had nothing to do with hunger.

Inside her room, Y/N dropped her bag on the bed and took a deep breath. The drive with Lando kept replaying in her mind—the way his eyes had lingered on her neckline whenever he thought she wasn't looking, the heat in his gaze when she caught him, the undeniable tension that had built between them mile after mile.

She unpacked slowly, distracted by the memory of his hands on the steering wheel, wondering how they would feel on her body again. The ache that had started in the car had only intensified, making it impossible to focus on anything else. Her underwear was still embarrassingly damp from hours of suppressed desire.

Y/N sat on the edge of the bed, trying to gather her composure, but the knowledge that Lando was just next door—probably changing, maybe even thinking about her too—was too much to ignore. This persistent attraction was maddening, impossible to reason away.

With a frustrated sigh, she lay back on the bed, her hand drifting down her stomach. She shouldn't be doing this—there were people waiting downstairs, friends who would wonder where she was—but she needed release if she was going to make it through this weekend.

She closed her eyes, letting herself remember that night with Lando—his mouth between her thighs, the weight of his body on hers, the way he'd made her feel things she'd never experienced before. 

Her fingers slipped beneath the waistband of her shorts, and she hissed at the contact, her body already so wound up that even the slightest touch sent shocks of pleasure through her. She closed her eyes, letting herself sink into the fantasy that had been playing on a loop in her mind since the car ride. Lando’s hands on her body, his mouth on her skin, his tongue—

Her breath hitched as she imagined him kneeling between her legs, his gaze filled with hunger as he leaned in. She could almost feel his breath against her inner thigh, the warmth of his lips as they brushed against her sensitized skin. “God, you’re so fucking beautiful,” he’d whispered in her ear the last time they’d been together, and the memory of it sent a shiver down her spine. His tongue had been soft, teasing at first, but then he’d pressed harder, licking a slow, deliberate path up her folds until she was trembling beneath him.

Her fingers mimicked the movement now, circling her clit with the same rhythm she remembered him using. Her hips jerked involuntarily, a soft moan escaping her lips as she arched into her own touch. “Please, Lando—” she whispered into the empty room, her voice breaking as her fingers worked faster, her body coiled tight like a spring. She could see him in her mind, his curly hair messy, his eyes glowing in the most perverted way, his hands gripping her thighs as he buried his face between her legs, his tongue lapping at her hungrily.

The image was enough to push her over the edge. Her back arched off the bed, her breath coming in sharp gasps as waves of pleasure crashed through her, her body trembling with the intensity of it. “Yes, yes, yes—” she whimpered, her fingers still moving, drawing out every last drop of her release until she was spent, her body collapsing back onto the bed in a boneless heap.

For a moment, she just lay there, her chest rising and falling as she tried to catch her breath. The guilt crept in almost immediately—this was wrong, wasn’t it? Touching herself while imagining him, while he was just next door?—but it was quickly drowned out by the lingering heat in her veins, the memory of his touch still so vivid in her mind.

She then cleaned up quickly, changed into another pair of shorts, and applied a fresh coat of lipstick before heading downstairs to join the others. The back deck was crowded with people, most holding drinks as they chatted and laughed in the warm afternoon sun. Y/N spotted Max and Pietra by the railing and made her way over.

"This place is incredible," she said, accepting the glass of wine Pietra offered her.

"Isn't it?" Pietra agreed, gazing out over the lake. "Ed knows how to celebrate in style. How was your drive with Lando?"

Y/N took a sip of wine before answering, buying herself time, hoping the flush on her cheeks would be attributed to the alcohol rather than the memories of what she'd just done. "Fine. Uneventful."

"Really?" Pietra raised an eyebrow. "No arguments? No passive-aggressive comments about his driving?"

"We managed to be adults for two hours," Y/N shrugged. "Shocking, I know."

"Very," Max chimed in. "Usually you two can't go five minutes without sniping at each other."

Y/N was saved from having to respond by the arrival of Lando himself, now changed into swim shorts and a t-shirt, a beer in his hand. He greeted Max with a fist bump and nodded at the women.

"What did I miss?" he asked, taking a swig of his beer.

Y/N felt her cheeks warm as their eyes met, wondering if he could somehow tell what she'd been doing just minutes ago. She looked away quickly, taking another sip of wine.

"We were just discussing how surprising it is that you and Y/N survived a car journey without killing each other," Pietra said with a mischievous smile.

Lando's eyes met Y/N's briefly before he shrugged. "Don't worry, we'll make up for it this weekend. Plenty of time for Y/N to critique my character flaws."

"I'd need more than a weekend," Y/N replied dryly, falling back into their familiar rhythm of teasing insults, even as her body hummed with lingering satisfaction and renewed desire.

Max laughed, clapping Lando on the shoulder. "And we're back to normal. For a second there, I was worried you two might actually be getting along."

"Never," Lando and Y/N said in unison, then exchanged surprised glances.

Pietra shook her head, amused. "You two are so alike sometimes it's scary."

"We are nothing alike," Y/N protested, at the same moment Lando said, "Not even close."

"Point proven," Pietra smirked, linking her arm through Max's. "Come on, let's go say hello to everyone else."

As they walked away, Y/N found herself alone with Lando at the railing, both staring out at the lake rather than at each other.

"They're onto us," Lando murmured, low enough that only she could hear.

"What are you talking about? There's nothing to be 'onto,'" Y/N argued, though her racing pulse suggested otherwise.

Lando turned to face her, one elbow propped casually on the railing. "No? So that tension in the car was just my imagination?"

"Yes," she lied, taking another sip of wine to hide her flushed cheeks, wondering if he could somehow sense what she'd just done upstairs, thinking about him.

"Liar," he said softly, his eyes dropping to her lips. "You felt it too."

Before she could respond, they were interrupted by Ed calling everyone together for a toast. Saved by the birthday boy, Y/N thought with relief, moving away from Lando to join the gathered group.

But as Ed raised his glass and everyone cheered, she remained acutely aware of Lando's presence across the circle, of his eyes finding hers through the crowd, of the promise—or was it a threat?—in his gaze.

This weekend was going to be even more complicated than she'd feared.

–

The next two days unfolded in a slow agony of almost-moments and carefully maintained distance. Every shared glance across crowded rooms felt weighted with unspoken words. Every accidental brush of hands while passing plates at dinner sent electricity through Y/N's body. Every laugh from Lando that she caught herself admiring was quickly dismissed with forced indifference.

They played their parts well—maintaining their usual banter for their friends, never letting their masks slip for too long. But underneath it all, the tension continued to build, a pressure cooker with no release valve.

There was the moment by the lake when they'd found themselves alone on the dock at sunset, silence stretching between them until someone called their names from the house. There was the game night when their fingers had touched reaching for the same game piece, both freezing at the contact before quickly pulling away. There was the morning Y/N had emerged from her room to find Lando leaving his, their eyes meeting in the early light with a hunger neither could deny before Max appeared in the hallway.

By Sunday afternoon, as they packed their bags to return to London, Y/N felt like she might shatter from the strain of wanting something she couldn't have. The journey back was quieter than the drive there, both of them exhausted from the constant performance, from pretending that nothing had changed when everything had.

When Lando dropped her off outside her building, his "See you around" felt inadequate for everything unspoken between them. Y/N watched his car disappear down the street, a hollow ache in her chest that she refused to name.

–

Three weeks later

Y/N had just settled in for a quiet Friday night when her doorbell rang. She wasn't expecting anyone, and for a moment she considered ignoring it. But curiosity won out, and she padded to the door in her comfortable loungewear, peering through the peephole.

Her heart stopped.

Lando stood in her hallway, hands in his pockets, a tense set to his shoulders that suggested he was as surprised to be there as she was to see him. For a moment, she considered pretending she wasn't home, but even as the thought formed, her hand was already reaching for the lock.

She opened the door, steeling herself against the rush of feelings his presence evoked. "Lando," she said, aiming for casualness but landing somewhere closer to breathlessness. "What are you doing here?"

He looked at her for a long moment, his eyes traveling over her face as if memorizing her features. He seemed different somehow—less cocky, more vulnerable, the usual swagger replaced by a quiet intensity that made her pulse quicken.

"I came to talk," he said finally, his voice lower than usual. "About... everything."

Y/N hesitated, then stepped back to let him in. He moved past her, his cologne—that same scent that had haunted her dreams for weeks—filling her senses as he brushed by. She closed the door, turning to find him standing in her living room, looking somehow both out of place and exactly where he belonged.

"Do you want something to drink?" she offered, desperate for something normal to do, some routine to cling to in this unexpected moment.

"No," he shook his head. "I didn't come here for that."

"Then why did you come?" she asked, crossing her arms protectively over her chest, maintaining a safe distance between them.

Lando ran a hand through his hair, a gesture of frustration she recognized from their many arguments. "Because I can't stop thinking about you," he admitted, the words tumbling out as if he'd been holding them back for too long. "About that night. About the lake house. About every moment in between."

Y/N's breath caught in her throat. "Lando—"

"I've tried," he continued, taking a step toward her. "I've tried to forget it, to move on, to go back to how things were before. But I can't. You're under my skin, Y/N, and I don't know how to get you out."

The raw honesty in his voice stripped away her defenses. "I know," she whispered, uncrossing her arms. "I've been thinking about you too."

"Have you?" he asked, taking another step closer. "Because you've been avoiding me for weeks. Not showing up to things, making excuses—"

"Because it's too hard," she interrupted, feeling her own composure slipping. "Being around you and pretending that nothing's changed. Pretending I don't—" She cut herself off, afraid of where that sentence might lead.

"Pretending you don't what?" he pressed, now close enough that she could feel the heat radiating from his body.

Y/N looked up at him, at the familiar features that had somehow become essential to her in ways she couldn't explain. "Pretending I don't want you," she confessed quietly. "Still. Again. Always."

Something in Lando's expression shifted, relief and desire flooding his features in equal measure. "I didn't come here for that," he said again, his voice rough. "I came to clear the air, to talk about what's happening between us."

"And now?" she asked, her heart pounding as he moved closer still.

His eyes dropped to her lips. "Now I'm having trouble remembering why talking seemed like a better idea than this."

Y/N knew she should step back, knew they should have the conversation he'd come for, knew that giving in again without resolving anything would only complicate matters further. But as his hand came up to brush a strand of hair from her face, her resolve crumbled.

She didn't consciously decide to move—her body simply responded to his proximity the way it always had, drawn to him by forces beyond her control. Her hand reached out, pressing against his chest, feeling his heartbeat racing beneath her palm. She meant to push him away, to create space for rational thought, but instead her fingers curled into the fabric of his shirt, holding him in place.

"We shouldn't," she murmured, even as she leaned closer.

"Probably not," he agreed, his hand sliding to cup the back of her neck.

Neither moved for a heartbeat, suspended in the moment of possibility. Then, as if choreographed, they both closed the remaining distance. The first brush of his lips against hers was tentative, questioning—so different from the desperate hunger of their first time together. But that gentleness only lasted a moment before deeper needs took over.

Lando's arms wrapped around her waist, pulling her flush against him as the kiss deepened. Y/N's hands threaded through his hair, holding him close as her mouth opened beneath his, a soft moan escaping her as his tongue met hers. It felt like coming home and embarking on an adventure all at once—familiar yet thrilling, comfortable yet exhilarating.

They stumbled backward until Y/N's back hit the wall, neither willing to break the kiss long enough to navigate properly. Lando's hands roamed her body, rediscovering curves and contours he'd memorized weeks ago, each touch igniting fires beneath her skin.

"I've missed you," he whispered against her lips, the confession slipping out between kisses. "God, I've missed you so much."

The words pierced through the haze of desire, striking something deep and vulnerable within her. She pulled back just enough to look into his eyes, finding a rawness there that matched her own feelings.

"I've missed you too," she admitted, the truth both terrifying and liberating. "Even though I tried not to."

His hands framed her face, his thumbs tracing her cheekbones with surprising tenderness. "What are we doing, Y/N?"

"I don't know," she answered honestly. "But I don't want to stop."

That was all the permission he needed. He kissed her again, deeper now, his body pressing hers against the wall as weeks of longing surged to the surface. Y/N's hands slipped beneath his shirt, tracing the warm skin and firm muscles she'd dreamt about for countless nights.

Clothing fell away between desperate kisses and whispered confessions neither would remember clearly later—his shirt discarded in the hallway, her pants left by the bedroom door, undergarments creating a trail that marked their progress through the apartment.

By the time they reached her bed, they were both naked, both breathing heavily, both beyond the point of turning back. But unlike their first encounter, there was no rush now, no frantic need to prove something or win some unspoken competition. Instead, there was a deliberateness to their movements, an intent to savor each moment, each touch, each reaction.

Lando laid her gently on the bed, following her down, his weight a welcome pressure as he settled between her thighs. His eyes held hers, searching, finding something that made him pause.

"What is it?" she whispered, her hands resting on his shoulders.

"I want to do this right," he said quietly. "Not like before, when we were angry and trying to prove something. I want to show you how I feel."

"How do you feel?" she asked, her heart racing with more than just physical desire.

Instead of answering with words, he kissed her—slow and deep and thorough, pouring everything he couldn't say into the gesture. It was more intimate somehow than their previous encounter, more revealing, and Y/N felt herself surrendering to it completely, letting go of the walls she'd built around her heart.

Lando’s lips left hers, trailing down her neck in a slow, deliberate path that sent shivers racing through her body. His hands moved to her waist, gripping her tightly as he kissed lower, his mouth brushing over her collarbone before settling on her chest. She felt his breath hot against her skin, her nipples hardening in anticipation before he even touched them.

“Fuck, baby… your tits drive me insane,” he murmured, his voice low and thick with desire. One hand moved to cup her breast, his thumb brushing over her nipple in slow, teasing circles. “So soft, so full—perfect in my hands.” His other hand joined the first, both palms pressing into her flesh, squeezing gently before releasing. “I could spend hours here, just tasting you.”

His lips found her nipple, his tongue flicking over the sensitive bud before he closed his mouth around it, sucking hard. Y/N gasped, her back arching off the bed as pleasure sparked through her. “You feel that? That’s how much I want you,” he said, his voice muffled against her skin as he continued to suck, his tongue working in lazy circles. “I need your tits in my mouth.”

She moaned softly, her hands tangling in his hair as he switched to her other nipple, licking slow, teasing circles around it before dragging his tongue over the tip. “Look at how sensitive they are for me,” he said, his voice rough with need. “Fuck. You love this, don’t you? The way my tongue plays with your nipples—your body’s begging for it.”

He was right—she did love it. Every touch, every lick, every suck sent waves of pleasure crashing through her, making her ache for more. His hands moved to both breasts, squeezing them together as he watched her, his eyes filled with desire. “These tits were made for me,” he said, his voice almost reverent. “I swear. The weight of them, the way they bounce when you moan—God, you’re unreal.”

Y/N’s breath hitched as he kissed down her stomach, his lips brushing over her skin in a trail of fire. His fingers grazed her inner thighs, and she could feel how wet she was already, her pussy glistening with arousal. “You’re already so wet for me, baby,” he said, his voice low and rough. “I haven’t even touched you properly yet and you’re soaked. This pussy knows who it belongs to.”

She whimpered as he kissed the inside of her thigh, his breath hot against her sensitive skin. “I could tease you like this all night,” he murmured, his lips brushing against her as he spoke. “Watch you beg, watch you shake. But I wanna hear you say it. Tell me what you want, princess.”

“Please,” she gasped, her thighs trembling with need. “Lando, please. Put your mouth on me—I need you.”

He smirked, his eyes filled with mischief as he shifted lower, kneeling between her legs. “Fuck, look at you,” he said, his voice low and rough. “Dripping. I haven’t even gotten my tongue on you and you’re already trembling. You’ve been aching for this, haven’t you?”

Y/N nodded, her breath coming in short, desperate gasps as he leaned in, his tongue flicking out to lick her pussy in one long, slow stroke. “Mmm—fuck, baby… you taste better than I remembered,” he moaned, his voice muffled against her skin. “Sweet, salty, soaked. I could live off your pussy.”

He didn’t wait for her response before diving in, his tongue lapping at her eagerly as if he couldn’t get enough. Y/N’s moans filled the room, her hands tangling in his hair as he devoured her, his mouth working in slow, deliberate strokes. “This pussy’s mine,” he growled, his voice dark and possessive. “You hear me? The way it clenches when I lick you? How wet you get just from my mouth? No one else makes you like this.”

She could barely think, let alone respond, her body consumed by the pleasure he was giving her. One hand moved to her nipple, pinching it between her fingers as she moaned his name, her hips grinding against his face. “Come on, baby, give it to me,” he urged, his voice rough with need. “Grind on my face—yeah, just like that. Let me feel how good I’m making you. Let me drown in you.”

“F–fuck, Lando… no one’s ever made me feel like this,” she gasped, her voice trembling with pleasure. “Your mouth—God, your mouth is perfect.”

He moaned against her, his tongue flicking over her clit in rapid strokes that made her cry out. “Fuck, baby… yes, just like that,” she panted, her voice breaking with every word. “Your tongue’s so good—so fucking good—I can’t take it.”

Her thighs shook around his head as he continued to eat her out with an almost desperate urgency, his hands gripping her hips to hold her in place. “You’re gonna make me cum—fuck, Lando, you’re gonna make me cum just from your mouth,” she gasped, her body trembling on the edge. “God, yes.”

He didn’t slow down, his tongue working in quick, desperate strokes as he pushed her closer and closer to the edge. Y/N’s moans grew louder, her hips grinding against his face as she neared her climax. “Look at you—eyes on me, mouth on me,” she panted, her voice raw with need. “That’s my boy. My sweet, dirty boy.”

“I love how you moan for me… how you get so messy just to make me cum,” he growled against her, his voice dark and desperate. “You need it, don’t you?”

“Yes,” she gasped, her body trembling as she neared the edge. “I need it—I need you.”

He didn’t let up, his tongue working faster and faster as he pushed her over the edge. “Come on, baby, give it to me,” he urged, his voice rough with need. “Let me feel how good I’m making you.”

Y/N’s body tensed, her back arching off the bed as she came, her moans filling the room as pleasure crashed through her in waves. Lando didn’t stop, his tongue lapping at her as she rode out her orgasm, his hands gripping her hips to keep her in place. “That’s it, baby… just like that,” he murmured, his voice rough with satisfaction. 

She gasped for air, her body trembling as he finally pulled away, his chin glistening with her arousal. “You make me feel like a goddess,” she panted, her voice raw with emotion. “No one’s ever made me feel this worshipped. So seen.”

“I’m only getting started.” His words sent a shiver down her spine, her body still trembling from the intensity of her orgasm. Her pussy was overly sensitive, every nerve still buzzing with pleasure, yet she could feel the heat building again, her need for him unrelenting. She was trying to catch her breath, her chest rising and falling rapidly as he began to kiss up her body once more.

His lips trailed kisses up her stomach, each touch sending sparks of electricity through her. He worshipped her body with his mouth, paying special attention to her tits again, his tongue flicking over her nipples in slow, deliberate circles. She moaned softly, her hands tangling in his hair as he moved higher, his lips brushing over her collarbone before settling on her neck. He kissed her there, his teeth grazing her skin just enough to make her gasp. Everywhere he touched, he left a trail of fire, his mouth claiming her as his own.

Then she felt it—the hard length of his cock pressing against her lower stomach. Her breath hitched as she realized how much he wanted her, how badly he needed her. His kisses didn’t stop, his lips moving over her neck and chest as if he couldn’t get enough of her. One of her hands drifted down his chest, her fingers tracing the ridges of his abs before she reached for his cock, wrapping her hand around him. He groaned against her neck, the sound primal and raw, and she smirked, loving the way he reacted to her touch.

“Let me suck your cock, Lando… please,” she begged, her voice trembling with need. “I’ve thought about it every night since that first time.” Her hand stroked him slowly, her thumb brushing over the tip, feeling the slickness of his pre-cum. “I want to be on my knees for you… looking up at you while you fuck my mouth. Please, baby. Let me.”

Lando pulled back slightly, his eyes meeting hers. There was a tenderness in his gaze, a softness that she hadn’t seen before. “I want to be soft tonight,” he said, his voice low and rough. “I want to focus on you, make you feel good. I’m not sure if I should let you… I just want to take care of you.”

But she wasn’t having it. She needed him just as much as he needed her. “You made me feel so good. So fucking good,” she whispered, her hand still stroking him. “Now let me make you feel that. Let me taste you.” She looked up at him, her eyes pleading. “I’ve dreamed about this—sitting between your legs, your cock in my mouth, your hand in my hair. Please let me make it real.”

Lando hesitated, his jaw tightening as he fought with himself. But then he nodded, his resolve crumbling under her desperate pleas.

“Alright, baby,” he murmured, his voice thick with desire. “You can do anything you want with me. As long as I get to have you, I’ll let you have me.”

Her heart skipped a beat at his words, a warmth spreading through her chest at the unexpected sweetness in his tone. She kissed him then, her lips soft and tender against his, one hand cupping his cheek while the other continued to stroke him. She poured all her emotions into that kiss, everything she couldn’t say aloud. When she finally pulled back, she gently pushed him off of her, making him sit at the edge of the bed.

She got down on her knees between his legs, her eyes locked on his as she knelt before him. The way he looked at her—like she was a goddess and he was a mere mortal worshipping at her feet—made her feel powerful in a way she never had before. His cock was achingly hard, the tip glistening with pre-cum, and she couldn’t wait to taste him. She gently took him in her hand, her fingers wrapping around his girth, and without hesitation, she leaned forward, taking him into her mouth.

The moment her lips wrapped around him, Lando let out a low groan, his head falling back as pleasure coursed through him. She hummed softly, her tongue swirling around the tip before she began to bob her head up and down, her mouth moving with practiced ease. She looked up at him through her lashes, her eyes meeting his as she sucked him, her hand stroking every part of him that her mouth couldn’t reach. Her other hand rested gently on his inner thigh, her touch grounding him as she worked him.

“Fuck, baby… look at you,” he groaned, his voice rough and thick with need. “You look so pretty like this. On your knees. My cock in your mouth.” His words sent a thrill through her, and she moaned around him, the vibration making him curse under his breath.

“Good girl… fuck, you’re my good girl,” he praised, his hand tangling in her hair as she took him deeper. “Taking all of me so deep, so eager.”

She loved the way he praised her, loved the way he looked at her like she was the only thing that mattered.

“I want to feel your cock against my tongue,” she murmured, pulling off him for a moment to catch her breath. “I want to hear you moan for me. Let me be your good girl.” Her tongue darted out to lick the tip, savoring the salty taste of him, before she took him back into her mouth, sucking him with renewed enthusiasm.

“Shit—look at you,” he panted, his hips jerking slightly as she hollowed out her cheeks, sucking him like a vacuum. “So happy with my cock in your mouth. Like you were made for this.” His words sent a surge of heat through her, her own arousal spiking as she continued to pleasure him. She loved how his cock felt in her mouth—the shape, the size, the girth—it was perfect to her, and she couldn’t get enough.

“I love how you suck me,” he growled, his fingers tightening in her hair as she took him deeper.

“Like I’m the only man you’ve ever wanted.” She moaned around him, the sound vibrating against his cock as if to confirm his words. “You’re gonna ruin me. Mouth like that—eyes like that. Fuck.”

Her hand moved faster, her mouth working in tandem with her movements as she brought him closer and closer to the edge. But just as he was about to come, he stopped her, his hand gently pulling her away.

“Stop—fuck, stop,” he panted, his chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath. “I need to be inside you. I need to feel that pussy before I cum.”

She looked up at him, her lips swollen, her eyes glazed with desire. She nodded, her heart racing as she stood up, her body aching for him.

“I want to be your slut tonight,” she whispered, her voice trembling with need. “Your sweet, messy little thing. Let me show you how good I am with my mouth.” She kissed him then, her lips brushing against his as she guided him to the bed, her body ready to give him everything he needed.

And as she climbed on top of him, her pussy already soaked and ready, she knew that this was just the beginning. Lando wasn’t just a man—he was her addiction, and she was more than willing to let him ruin her, over and over again.

Y/N’s body was on fire, her hips instinctively rocking against his as she tried to guide him inside her. She wanted to ride him, wanted to feel him deep within her as she took control, but Lando had other plans. His hands gripped her hips firmly, stopping her from moving. She whimpered in protest, her eyes meeting his, and what she saw there made her breath catch.

"I want to be on top," he said, his voice low and soft, almost pleading. His eyes were full of  desire, but there was a tenderness in them that she hadn’t seen before.

"I want to see all of you. Your face, your tits bouncing as I fuck you. I want to watch you fall apart because of me. I want to look into your eyes as you cum. Please, Y/N."

The way he said it—so needy, so desperate—was completely different from the Lando she’d known that first night. This wasn’t the cocky, self-assured man she’d expected. This was something deeper, something raw and vulnerable. She almost melted on the spot, her resolve crumbling under the weight of his words. She nodded, her heart racing as she let him take charge, shifting her body to lay on her back in bed.

Lando moved between her legs, his eyes raking over her body like he was memorizing every curve, every inch of her. Her legs were wide open, her pussy glistening with need, and he couldn’t help but smirk as he saw how wet she was, even after everything they’d already done.

"Fuck, Y/N," he said, his voice rough with desire. "You’re already soaked again. You’re so needy for me, aren’t you?"

She moaned in response, her hands gripping the sheets as she begged him. "Please, Lando, I need you inside me. I need to feel you. Please, don’t tease me anymore."

He didn’t need to be told twice. Positioning himself at her entrance, he leaned down, his forehead resting against hers as he slowly pushed inside her. Her breath hitched as she felt him stretch her, the sensation overwhelming as he filled her completely. Her legs wrapped around his hips, pulling him deeper, and she let out a soft moan as he bottomed out, his body pressed flush against hers.

One hand cupped her cheek, his thumb brushing over her skin as he looked into her eyes. The other hand gripped her thigh, holding her open for him as he began to move. His thrusts were slow, deep, and deliberate—each one measured and purposeful, like he was memorizing the way she felt around him.

"I want to see you fall apart," he whispered, his breath hot against her lips. "I want to feel it."

Y/N’s eyes fluttered shut as she gave herself over to the sensation, her body responding to every movement he made. His cock was hitting all the right places, each thrust sending waves of pleasure through her. She was already on edge from sucking him off earlier, her body primed and ready, and it didn’t take long for her to feel that familiar coil tightening in her lower belly.

"Lando," she gasped, her hands moving to grip his shoulders as she felt herself spiraling closer and closer to the edge. "I’m gonna cum. Please, don’t stop."

"Fuck—there she is," he groaned, his voice thick with satisfaction as he felt her pussy clench around him. "Cumming all over my cock like a desperate little thing. That’s it, baby. Let me feel it."

Her orgasm hit her hard, her body trembling as she came, her pussy squeezing him tightly as waves of pleasure crashed over her. Lando didn’t stop, his thrusts slowing but never ceasing as he fucked her through her orgasm. He was relentless, his movements deliberate and unyielding, making sure she felt every second of it.

"You were begging for it, weren’t you?" he teased, his voice low and rough. "So needy, so wet for me. Look at you now—falling apart on my cock."

Y/N could barely think, her mind consumed by the intensity of her orgasm. Her body was still trembling, still sensitive, but he didn’t let up, his cock still driving into her with slow, deep thrusts.

"God, you’re squeezing me so tight… you love this, don’t you?" he murmured, his forehead resting against hers. "Being underneath me, legs wide, full of me."

She could only moan in response, her body still writhing with pleasure as he continued to fuck her. He was right—she did love it. She loved feeling him inside her, loved the way he filled her, the way he made her feel.

"Can’t even handle it, can you?" he teased, his voice smug but tender. "That sweet little pussy’s still cumming, still begging for more. And I’m not stopping, baby."

As the tremors of her orgasm began to subside, Lando shifted, lifting her legs over his shoulders and folding her in half so he could fuck her even deeper. Her eyes widened as she felt him hit a part of her she didn’t even know existed, the new angle sending sparks of pleasure through her.

"You’re soaked, baby," he groaned, his voice thick with desire as he looked down at her. "So fucking wet for me. You make it so easy to slide in. Like your body’s begging."

Her hands gripped the sheets, her moans unfiltered as he began to thrust into her again, this time even deeper than before. Her pussy felt incredible, the way he was hitting her making her feel things she’d never felt before.

"Lando—fuck, you’re so deep… I can feel you everywhere," she gasped, her voice trembling with pleasure.

He smirked, his eyes locked on hers as he continued to move, his hips hitting just right with every thrust.

"Fuck… I’m ruining you, aren’t I?" he said, his voice low and rough. "And you fucking love it."

She did. She loved it more than she could put into words. "N-No one’s ever fucked me like this… not even close," she panted, her body trembling as he continued to move inside her. "I didn’t even know I could feel this good… I didn’t know this existed."

"Let me see your eyes when I make you cum again," he said, his voice soft but demanding. His thrusts began to quicken, his movements sharper and more urgent as he drove her closer and closer to the edge. She could feel it building again, the pleasure coiling tightly in her lower belly, and she knew she wouldn’t last much longer.

"Please, Lando, fuck me harder," she begged, her voice breaking as she felt herself spiraling out of control. "Faster, please. I need it—I need you."

He obeyed, his hips snapping into hers with a newfound urgency, his cock hitting that perfect spot over and over again. Her moans grew louder, her body trembling as she felt herself on the verge of another orgasm.

"Fuck, you feel so big like this… you’re stretching me, baby," she gasped, her hands gripping his arms as she tried to hold on.

Her orgasm hit her like a tidal wave, the intensity so overwhelming that she almost cried out. Her pussy clenched around him, her body trembling as waves of pleasure crashed over her. Lando wasn’t far behind, his movements growing erratic as he felt her cumming around him.

"Fuck, Y/N," he groaned, his voice rough with need as he came inside her, his cock pulsing as he filled her.

They stayed like that for a moment, their bodies still entwined, their breaths coming in ragged gasps as they tried to catch their breath. Lando slowly moved her legs from his shoulders, wrapping them around his hips instead as he leaned down to kiss her neck. His lips were soft against her skin, his touch tender as he held her close.

Y/N’s mind was still reeling from the intensity of her orgasm, her body completely spent. She had never cum so hard before, never felt pleasure like that. Lando stayed inside her, her legs still wrapped around his hips, his body still pressed against hers as he softly kissed her neck. She could feel his heartbeat against her chest, his breathing slowly returning to normal as he held her.

"Fuck, Y/N," he whispered, his voice soft and filled with emotion. "You’re incredible."

She didn’t respond—she couldn’t. Her body was still buzzing with pleasure, her mind too overwhelmed to form coherent thoughts. But as she lay there in his arms, feeling the warmth of his body against hers, she realized one thing: she was completely and utterly his. And she wouldn’t have it any other way.

Lando’s eyes met hers, his breaths still heavy but his gaze soft as he searched her face. “Are you okay?” he asked gently, his voice a low rumble that sent warmth curling through her.

She nodded, her lips curving into a dazed smile. “I’m more than okay,” she whispered, her voice trembling with the aftershocks of pleasure. “I feel… weightless. Like I’m floating. No one’s ever made me feel like that before.” Her body was still humming, every nerve alight with the intensity of what they’d just shared.

He chuckled softly, the sound rough but tender, his fingers brushing a strand of hair from her face. But then his expression shifted, his brows furrowing slightly as realization dawned.

“Fuck,” he muttered, his voice tinged with panic. “I came inside you. I didn’t—I wasn’t thinking.”

She reached up, her hand resting on his cheek to calm him. “It’s okay,” she assured him, her voice steady. “I’m on the pill. You don’t have to worry.”

His shoulders relaxed, though his eyes still held a trace of guilt. Slowly, he pulled out of her, and she whimpered at the sudden emptiness, her pussy clenching around nothing. His cum dripped from her, the sight of it making his breath hitch. He couldn’t help but stare, the visual proof of their connection stirring something primal in him.

“Fuck,” he whispered, his voice thick with awe. “You look so fucking beautiful like this.”

He moved quickly but carefully, climbing off the bed and heading to the bathroom. She watched him go, her body still tingling, her mind trying to process how tender he was being. Lando returned moments later with a warm, damp towel in hand. He knelt beside her, his touch impossibly gentle as he cleaned her up, his eyes never leaving hers.

“You’re so soft with me,” she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper. “I didn’t expect that. Not after… everything.”

He paused, his hand stilling for a moment as he looked at her.

“You deserve this,” he said simply, his voice filled with an emotion she couldn’t quite place. “You deserve to be taken care of.”

She felt her throat tighten, her heart swelling at his words. It was such a stark contrast to the arguments, the tension, the distance that had defined their relationship until now. She couldn’t wrap her mind around it, this version of Lando who looked at her with such tenderness, who cared for her with such deliberate softness.

As he finished cleaning her, he set the towel aside and leaned down to press a gentle kiss to her forehead. “You’re okay?” he asked again, his voice barely a whisper.

She nodded, her eyes closing briefly as she savored the warmth of his lips against her skin. “I’m more than okay,” she repeated, her voice trembling with emotion. 

Lando settled beside her on the bed, pulling her into his arms with a gentleness that continued to surprise her. She rested her head on his chest, listening to the steady rhythm of his heartbeat as he traced lazy patterns on her bare shoulder. The silence between them was comfortable, a stark contrast to the charged tension that had defined their relationship for so long.

"You know," he said finally, his voice soft in the dimly lit room, "I had this whole speech planned out when I came here tonight. All these things I wanted to say about us, about what happened that night, about the lake house."

Y/N tilted her head to look up at him, a small smile playing on her lips. "And instead we ended up like this."

"Not that I'm complaining," he added quickly, his hand moving to brush a strand of hair from her face. "But I did actually want to talk to you."

She nodded, sensing the importance of the moment. This wasn't just about physical connection anymore—though that aspect was undeniably powerful between them. There was something deeper developing, something neither had been willing to acknowledge until now.

"So talk," she encouraged softly. "I'm listening."

Lando took a deep breath, his fingers still tracing gentle patterns on her skin as if drawing courage from the contact.

"I've been thinking about you non-stop since that first night," he admitted. "At first I told myself it was just physical—amazing sex with someone I couldn't stand. A one-time thing to get out of our systems."

"But it wasn't," she finished for him when he paused.

"No," he agreed, his eyes serious as they met hers. "It wasn't. And then at the lake house, seeing you again, being around you but not being able to touch you, to talk to you about what was happening between us... it was torture."

Y/N understood perfectly. Those days at the lake house had been a special kind of agony—hyper-aware of his every movement, catching his eyes across rooms, the brief moments alone that had crackled with unspoken tension.

"I thought distance would help," she confessed. "That's why I kept avoiding group things, making excuses. I thought if I didn't see you, these feelings would fade." She gave a small, rueful laugh. "That didn't work out so well."

"No, it didn't," he agreed, a hint of his usual smirk returning. "Because here I am, and here you are, and I'm pretty sure neither of us regrets what just happened."

"Not even a little," she confirmed, her hand coming to rest over his heart, feeling its steady beat beneath her palm.

Lando's expression grew more serious. "The thing is, Y/N, I don't think this is going away. Whatever this is between us—it's real. And I'm tired of fighting it."

The simple honesty in his voice made her throat tighten with emotion. She had been fighting it too—fighting the attraction, the connection, the growing realization that her feelings for Lando went far beyond physical desire.

"Me too," she whispered. "I'm tired of pretending I don't feel something for you."

His arms tightened around her, holding her closer as if afraid she might slip away. "So where does that leave us?"

It was the question she'd been avoiding for weeks, the one that had kept her awake at night, tossing and turning with possibilities and fears. What did you call this thing between them? How did you define something that had begun in anger and evolved into... whatever this was?

"I don't know," she admitted, honesty seeming the only option now. "I just know that I want to be with you. Not just like this; though this is definitely amazing." Her cheeks flushed at the memory of what they'd just shared. "But I want to know you. The real you, not just the version I convinced myself I couldn't stand."

Lando's smile was soft, his eyes warm with an emotion she'd never seen there before. "I want that too," he said quietly.

"All of it. The fights we'll definitely still have because let's face it, we're both stubborn as hell. The makeup sex afterward." His voice grew more serious. "The quiet moments like this. Everything."

"Are you saying you want to date me, Lando Norris?" she asked, a teasing note in her voice to mask the vulnerability of the question.

"I'm saying I want more than dating," he replied, his honesty taking her breath away. "I'm saying I think I'm falling for you, Y/N. And it scares the hell out of me because you're the last person I ever expected to feel this way about, but here we are."

Y/N felt her heart swell, a warmth spreading through her chest that had nothing to do with physical desire and everything to do with the man holding her.

"I'm falling for you too," she whispered, the admission both terrifying and liberating. "God help me, but I am."

He laughed, the sound vibrating through his chest beneath her ear. "We're a disaster waiting to happen, you know that, right? You with your planning and overthinking, me with my impulsiveness."

"Or maybe we balance each other out," she suggested, feeling strangely hopeful. "Maybe that's why this works."

"Maybe," he agreed, pressing a kiss to the top of her head. "I guess we'll find out."

They lay in comfortable silence for a while, each processing the seismic shift that had just occurred in their relationship. It wasn't just sex anymore—they'd acknowledged feelings, real feelings that went beyond physical attraction. They'd crossed a line there was no going back from.

"Pietra's going to be insufferable," Y/N murmured eventually, a smile in her voice. "She's been trying to tell me for weeks that our fighting was just unresolved sexual tension."

Lando groaned, though she could feel him smiling against her hair. "Max too. He kept making these comments about how I always brought you up in conversation."

"Did you?" she asked, lifting her head to look at him.

"All the time, apparently," he admitted with a sheepish grin. "Usually to complain about something you'd said or done, but still."

She laughed, settling back against his chest. "When do we tell them? About us?"

"That's up to you," he said, his fingers tangling gently in her hair. "We could wait, see how things go for a while. Or we could show up to the next dinner holding hands and watch their jaws hit the floor."

The image made her laugh again, the sound light and free in a way she hadn't felt in a long time. "Maybe something in between? Give ourselves a little time to figure this out, then tell them?"

"I can work with that," he agreed. "Though I should warn you, I'm not great at hiding how I feel. If I see you across a room, I'm going to want to kiss you. It might be a little obvious."

"I think I can handle that," she murmured, tilting her face up for a kiss that he readily gave, soft and sweet and full of promise.

When they broke apart, Lando gazed at her with such tenderness it made her heart ache. "Stay the night?" she asked softly, not ready to be separated from him yet.

"Wild horses couldn't drag me away," he assured her, shifting to pull the blankets over them both. "Though fair warning—I've been told I steal covers."

"And I hog the pillows, so we're even," she replied, settling more comfortably against him, her body fitting perfectly against his as if they'd been sleeping together for years instead of hours.

As sleep began to claim her, Y/N marveled at the unexpected turn her life had taken. From antagonism to attraction to this—genuine affection, real connection, the beginning of something she hadn't even known she wanted until it was already happening.

"Lando?" she murmured, already half-asleep.

"Hmm?" he responded, his voice equally drowsy.

"I'm glad you came over tonight."

His arms tightened around her, his lips pressing a gentle kiss to her forehead. "Me too," he whispered. "Best decision I ever made."

And as they drifted off to sleep together, Y/N knew that whatever challenges lay ahead—telling their friends, navigating their differences, building something real from this unexpected beginning—they would face them together. Because some connections, once acknowledged, were impossible to deny. And what had sparked between her and Lando that night on the balcony had finally blazed into something neither of them could ignore any longer.

Not the end of their story, but a beginning—unexpected, complicated, and more real than anything either of them had ever known.

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I need your help!

[moonlightwritingf1]

Can u do one where the reader is pregnant and wants to have sex but it takes a minute to find the correct positioning that isn’t awkward w the belly in the way?

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Craving You | LN4

✩‧₊˚ summary ━━━━━━━ Pregnant and aching with need, Y/N finds herself craving sex with Lando after weeks without it, though their attempts are humorously awkward due to her baby bump and slipping pillows. 

✩‧₊˚ pairing ━━━━━━━ Lando Norris x she!reader

✩‧₊˚ word count ━━━━━━━ 4.5k

✩‧₊˚ warnings ━━━━━━━ +18, sexual content, p in v, creampie?, slow sex, pregnancy sex, nipples play?, multiple positions

Based on this request.

Y/N shifted uncomfortably on the bed, her back propped up against a mountain of pillows. Her hands rested on the swell of her belly, the baby within kicking softly as if sensing her restlessness. She glanced over at Lando, who was lying beside her, his head resting on one hand, the other tracing absent patterns on her thigh. His eyes were half-lidded, that familiar teasing glint shining through.

“You’re quiet tonight,” he murmured, his voice low and rich, like honey dripping over velvet. “Thinking about something… or someone?”

She rolled her eyes but couldn’t suppress the smile tugging at her lips. “Oh, someone is definitely on my mind,” she quipped, her tone playful yet laced with a deeper undertone she didn’t bother hiding. She’d been feeling it all evening—that restless, electric energy buzzing under her skin. It had been weeks since they’d been intimate, and though she’d been the one to hesitate at first, now the craving was undeniable.

Lando’s eyebrows shot up, and he shifted closer, his hand sliding up her thigh to rest on her hip. “Care to share your thoughts?” he asked, his voice dropping an octave, the teasing replaced by something far more serious.

She bit her lip, her fingers fidgeting with the hem of her oversized t-shirt. “Maybe,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper. “But I’m not sure I can… say it.”

His gaze softened, and he moved even closer, his chest brushing against her arm. “You can tell me anything, you know that,” he said, his voice gentle but insistent. “Anything at all.”

She took a deep breath, her heart pounding in her chest. “I… I want to… be with you,” she finally admitted, her cheeks flushing as she spoke. “But… it’s been so long, and I’m just… I don’t know how we’d…”

Her words trailed off, but Lando didn’t need her to finish. He understood. His hand moved from her hip to her belly, his touch tender as he leaned in to press a soft kiss to her forehead. “We’ll figure it out,” he said, his voice steady and reassuring. “We’ll take it slow, just like we always do.”

She nodded, her breath catching as he brushed his lips against her temple, then her cheek, before finally capturing her mouth in a kiss that was both sweet and searing. His hand slid under her t-shirt, his fingers skimming over her skin, leaving trails of fire in their wake. She moaned softly into his mouth, her hands tangling in his hair as the kiss deepened, the tension between them crackling like a live wire.

When they finally broke apart, both of them were breathing heavily, their foreheads pressed together. “You’re so beautiful,” Lando whispered, his voice rough with desire. His fingers traced the curve of her belly, his touch reverent. “I don’t know how you do it, but you just keep getting more and more stunning.”

She laughed softly despite herself, her cheeks flushing even darker. “You’re such a charmer,” she said, her voice trembling slightly. “Always know the right thing to say.”

He grinned, his dimples flashing. “Can’t help it if it’s true,” he said. “Now… let’s see if I can remember how to do this.”

His hand began to move with purpose, fingers trailing a slow, deliberate path downward. His touch was electric, every inch of her skin buzzing as he traced the curve of her waist, down to the soft swell of her belly. He paused there for a moment, his palm resting protectively over the life growing inside her.

“You’re so fucking perfect,” he whispered, his voice thick with awe and desire. “Every part of you. Every inch.” His hand drifted lower, fingertips grazing the sensitive skin just above the waistband of her sleep shorts. She bit her lip, her breath hitching as his fingers dipped beneath the fabric, teasingly slow, as if he was savoring every second of this.

“Lando…” she breathed, her voice trembling with a mix of anticipation and desperation. Her body tensed, her hips lifting slightly off the mattress, as if urging him to take what she was so clearly offering. His hand stilled for a moment, his eyes locking with hers, searching for any sign of hesitation. But there was none—only need, raw and unfiltered, burning in her gaze.

“You sure?” he asked, his voice soft but laced with an intensity that made her stomach flip. She nodded, her hands gripping the sheets as she whispered, “Yes. I want you. I need you.”

Her words were all the encouragement he needed. His fingers slid lower, brushing against the warmth between her thighs, and she gasped, her back arching as he found her most sensitive spot. His touch was light at first, a gentle exploration that made her toes curl and her breath catch in her throat. But then he pressed deeper, his fingers circling in a way that sent sparks of pleasure shooting through her body.

“God, you’re so wet for me,” he groaned, his voice rough with desire as he leaned in to capture her lips in a searing kiss. His other hand cradled her belly protectively, his touch a grounding contrast to the fire he was igniting between her legs. She moaned into his mouth, her hands tangling in his hair as he deepened the kiss, his fingers never stopping their relentless pace.

“The baby…” she murmured against his lips, her voice wavering despite the ache coursing through her.

“We’re fine,” he assured her, his voice steady and reassuring. “I’ve got you. Both of you.” His lips trailed down her neck, his teeth grazing her skin in a way that made her shudder. “Just let me take care of you.”

And she did. With every touch, every kiss, every whispered word, he reminded her why she’d waited for him, why she’d let herself fall so completely. Because when it came to Lando, it wasn’t just about the physical—it was about the way he made her feel, the way he cherished her, even in moments like this when the world felt too big and their bodies felt too small.

“I need you,” she whispered again, her voice breaking as his fingers curled inside her, sending a wave of pleasure so intense it stole her breath. And he didn’t hesitate. He never did. Because when it came to her, Lando was always ready to give her everything.

“Stop,” she gasped, her voice breaking as his fingers curled inside her again and again, sending a wave of pleasure so intense it stole her breath. But it wasn’t enough—not anymore. She needed more. She needed him. “Lando, please… I need you. Your fingers… they’re not enough.” Her hands gripped his shoulders, nails digging into his skin as she pulled him closer, her hips arching off the mattress in a desperate plea. “I need your cock. Please, I need to feel you inside me.”

Lando’s eyes darkened, desire blazing in them as he looked down at her, his chest heaving. “You’re sure?” he asked, his voice rough, strained with restraint. “I don’t want to hurt you. Or the baby.”

She shook her head, her hands moving to cup his face, her thumbs brushing over his cheekbones. “You won’t,” she whispered, her voice trembling with need. “I need you, Lando. Please… fuck me. I’ve been waiting… dreaming about this. I need to feel you, all of you.”

His jaw tightened, a low groan escaping him as he leaned down to capture her lips in a searing kiss. “God, Y/N… you have no idea what you do to me,” he murmured against her mouth, his hands moving to grip her hips. 

“I’ll give you everything. Always,” Lando whispered, his voice a low, gravelly promise that sent shivers down her spine. He leaned down to press a searing kiss to her lips before pulling back, his eyes locked on hers as he slowly, deliberately reached for the waistband of his boxers. He tugged them down, his gaze never leaving hers, the heat in his eyes enough to make her heart race and her breath catch.

She lay there, watching him, her chest rising and falling with shallow breaths as he moved closer, his hands now on her pajama bottoms. “Let’s get these off,” he murmured, his voice thick with desire. His fingers brushed against her skin as he slid the fabric down her legs, his touch deliberate and teasing, sending waves of anticipation coursing through her. She lifted her hips to help him, her body trembling with the intensity of the moment.

Once she was bare before him, Lando’s hands moved to her hips, his touch both possessive and tender. “Turn on your side for me, love,” he said softly, his voice gentle but laced with urgency. She nodded, her breath hitching as she shifted onto her side, her back now pressed against his chest. His hand rested on her thigh, his fingers tracing slow, maddening circles as he adjusted behind her, his hips aligning with hers.

His hard length pressed against her entrance, and she gasped, the sensation sending a jolt of electricity through her body. His hand tightened on her thigh as he rocked his hips forward, rubbing himself against her, the friction teasing and torturous all at once. “You feel so fucking good,” he groaned, his voice roughened with need. His breath was hot against her neck, his lips grazing her skin.

But then—“Ow—wait, wait, babe—cramp!” she gasped, her body tensing as she reached for his hand to stop him.

He froze instantly, pulling back slightly. “Shit, sorry! Is it your leg or…?” he asked, concern lacing his voice.

“No, no—it’s the bump,” she explained, grimacing slightly. “It’s just squished.”

They paused for a moment, their heavy breaths filling the room as they both laughed softly, the tension easing for a second. “Okay, okay,” Lando said with a grin, his hands moving to help her shift onto her back.

“Okay, let’s try something different,” she suggested, her breath still uneven as she pushed herself up from the pillows. Her hands slid over Lando’s shoulders, her touch lingering as she shifted her weight, her movements slow and deliberate. She swung one leg over him, her belly pressing gently against his thighs as she positioned herself above him, facing away. Her back was to him now, the curve of her spine and the swell of her bump exposed, the dim light of the room casting soft shadows over her skin.

Lando’s hands immediately found her hips, his fingers gripping her possessively as she lowered herself onto him. “Fuck, Y/N,” he groaned, his voice rough with desire as he felt her warmth hovering just above him. His cock strained against her, hard and aching, and he couldn’t help but rock his hips upward, a silent plea for her to take him in.

She felt him nudge against her, the tip of him brushing against her entrance, and she shuddered, her breath catching in her throat. Slowly, she sank down, inch by inch, her body stretching to accommodate him. The sensation was overwhelming—warm, tight, and electric, a mix of pleasure and a deep, aching fullness that made her toes curl. She gasped, her hands gripping his thighs for support as she felt him fill her completely, the pressure and heat of him sending sparks of pleasure radiating through her body.

For Lando, it was pure bliss. Her wetness enveloped him, her warmth wrapping around his cock in a way that made his head spin. The tightness of her, the way her body seemed to cling to him, was almost too much to bear. He let out a low, guttural groan, his hands tightening on her hips as he fought the urge to thrust up into her. “You feel fucking incredible,” he gritted out, his voice strained. “So tight, so warm… like you were made for me.”

She moaned softly, her hips rocking slightly as she adjusted to the feel of him inside her. But then, the strain in her thighs became impossible to ignore, and the weight of her belly pressed uncomfortably against her lungs. “Oh god,” she wheezed, her hands trembling as she tried to hold herself up. “Lando, I’m either going to pass out or fall over.”

He chuckled, though his voice was thick with lust. “Let’s not have that happen,” he said, his hands moving to help her shift her weight. Gently, he helped her move off from on top of him, guiding her down until she was lying back on the bed. He grabbed every pillow within reach, stacking them beneath her hips as she lay back. The angle was better this way—less strain, more focus on them. His hands lingered on her thighs, his touch possessive but tender, as he positioned himself between her legs.

She could feel the heat of him against her, the tip of his cock brushing her entrance, and a shiver ran through her. “Ready?” he asked, his voice low and gravelly, thick with desire. She nodded, biting her lip as he pushed into her slowly, inch by torturous inch.

He felt divine. The way her body welcomed him, warm and wet, was almost overwhelming. She gasped, her hands gripping the sheets as he filled her completely, the stretch and fullness sending sparks of pleasure radiating through her core. His name spilled from her lips in a breathy moan, and he groaned in response, his hands tightening on her hips.

But then—of course—the pillows began to shift. She felt herself sliding down awkwardly, the angle changing as gravity betrayed them. “Okay, so gravity is not on our side tonight,” she mumbled, her voice tinged with both amusement and frustration.

Before she could adjust, Lando’s cock slipped out of her, leaving her feeling strangely empty. She let out a soft whine, her body craving the heat of him again. He chuckled, his hands moving to steady her hips. “Let’s try that again,” he said, his voice rough with need.

This time, he didn’t hesitate. He guided himself back to her entrance, the tip nudging against her folds. She gasped as he pushed in again, the sensation of him sliding inside her for the second time even more intense. The initial stretch was sharp, almost too much, but then it melted into a deep, aching pleasure that spread through her entire body. Her walls clenched around him instinctively, drawing a low, guttural groan from his throat.

For Lando, it was pure bliss. Her tightness enveloped him, her warmth wrapping around his cock in a way that made his head spin. The wetness of her, the way her body seemed to cling to him, was almost too much to bear. He let out a shaky breath, his hands gripping her thighs as he fought the urge to thrust into her with all the pent-up desire he’d been holding back. “You feel fucking incredible,” he gritted out, his voice strained. “So tight, so warm… like you were made for me.”

She moaned softly, her hips shifting slightly to take him deeper. The sensation of him filling her completely, the pressure and heat of him, was overwhelming. It was as if every nerve in her body was on fire, every touch, every movement, sending waves of pleasure crashing through her.

He leaned down, his lips brushing against her ear as he whispered, “You’re so perfect, Y/N. Every part of you.” His thrusts were slow and deliberate, each one drawing another gasp from her lips. She could feel the rhythm building between them, the tension tightening like a coil ready to snap.

But then—again—the pillows slipped, and she felt herself sliding down. Lando cursed under his breath, his hips stalling as he tried to adjust. She let out a frustrated laugh, her body trembling with the effort to hold itself up. “Okay, so maybe this isn’t going to work,” she said, her voice breathless.

Lando chuckled, though his voice was thick with lust and a hint of exasperation. “Let’s not give up yet,” he said, his hands moving to help her shift her weight. But as she tried to prop herself up again, the pillows beneath her slid completely out of place, and she collapsed back onto the bed with a frustrated groan.

They both froze for a moment, staring at each other, before bursting into laughter. His deep, resonant laugh mingled with her breathless giggles, the sound filling the room and easing the tension that had been building between them.

Lando leaned down, his forehead resting against hers as he caught his breath. “It’s not about the sex anyway,” he whispered, his voice soft and tender, his thumb brushing her cheek. His tone was sincere, but the teasing glint in his eyes betrayed him.

She rolled her eyes, though her lips twitched into a smile. “Speak for yourself,” she grumbled, already leaning in to kiss his jaw, her lips brushing against the stubble there. Her hands moved to his chest, fingers tracing the firm muscles beneath his skin. “I’m the one who’s been craving you all night,” she murmured against his neck, her voice low and needy. “I’m desperate, Lando. I need you. I need your dick.”

He groaned, his hands tightening on her hips as she shifted closer, her belly pressing against his side. “Fuck, Y/N,” he muttered, his voice rough with desire. “You’re killing me here.”

She pulled back just enough to meet his gaze, her eyes filled with want. “Then stop teasing me,” she whispered, her voice trembling with desperation. “Please, Lando. I can’t wait anymore. I need you inside me.”

He hesitated for a moment, his eyes searching hers, before letting out a shaky breath. “Okay, okay,” he said, his voice gentle but laced with urgency. “Let’s try this again. Slowly. Just… let me take care of you.”

She nodded, her breath hitching as he moved back between her legs, his hands guiding her hips into a more comfortable position. Their laughter had eased the tension, but now, as his cock brushed against her entrance, the urgency returned full force. She whimpered, her hips lifting slightly, silently begging him to take her. “Please,” she whispered again, her voice breaking. “I need you so much.”

And this time, he didn’t hesitate. He pushed into her slowly, inch by agonizing inch, until he was buried to the hilt. She gasped, her nails digging into his shoulders as the overwhelming sensation of him filled her completely. For a moment, they both just stayed like that, suspended in the intensity of the moment, before he began to move, his thrusts slow and deliberate, drawing gasps and moans from her lips.

But then—again—the pillows slipped, and they both collapsed onto the bed, tangled in each other and laughing breathlessly. Lando shook his head, his chest heaving as he pressed a kiss to her temple. “We’re a mess,” he murmured, his voice warm with affection.

She grinned, her fingers tracing patterns on his chest. “Yeah, but we’re our mess,” she whispered, already feeling the warmth of his body seeping into hers. 

Y/N let out a frustrated sigh, her hands tugging at the hem of the oversized t-shirt she was still wearing. “This fucking thing,” she muttered, her voice laced with irritation as she tried to adjust it for the umpteenth time. It was bunched up awkwardly around her belly, the fabric clinging in all the wrong places. She glanced over at Lando, who was watching her with a mixture of amusement and desire in his eyes. “What?” she snapped, though there was no real bite to her tone.

“Nothing,” he said, his voice low and teasing. “You’re just… adorable when you’re annoyed.”

She rolled her eyes, but the corner of her mouth twitched into a smile. “Help me get this off,” she said, tugging at the shirt again. “It’s driving me insane.”

Lando didn’t need to be asked twice. He leaned in, his hands sliding up her sides under the fabric, his touch warm and electric against her skin. Slowly, he pulled the shirt up and over her head, tossing it onto the floor beside the bed. And there she was—finally completely naked, her pregnant body bathed in the soft glow of the lamplight.

Lando’s breath caught in his throat as he took her in, his eyes roaming over her with a hunger that made her shiver. Her breasts were fuller now, her nipples peaked and sensitive, and her belly was a beautiful, rounded curve that he couldn’t resist touching. His hand rested gently on her bump, his fingers tracing the smooth skin there before moving lower, teasingly close to where she needed him most.

“Lando,” she whispered, her voice trembling with need. Her hands reached for him, pulling him closer, her nails digging into his shoulders as she kissed him hungrily. “Please,” she murmured against his lips. “I need you. I need you so bad.”

He groaned, his cock twitching in response to her desperation. “Let’s try this,” he said, his voice rough with desire. He helped her shift to the edge of the bed, her legs spread wide to accommodate him. He stood between her legs, his hands gripping her hips to steady her as he positioned himself at her entrance.

For her, the sensation of his cock brushing against her was almost too much to bear. She was wet—achingly so—and the thought of him filling her again sent a wave of anticipation crashing through her. When he finally pushed inside her, the sensation was electric. The initial stretch was sharp, almost overwhelming, but then it melted into a deep, aching pleasure that spread through her entire body. God, he felt so good. Her walls clenched around him instinctively, drawing a low, guttural groan from his throat.

For Lando, it was pure bliss. Her tightness enveloped him, her warmth wrapping around his cock in a way that made his head spin. The wetness of her, the way her body seemed to cling to him, was almost too much to bear. He let out a shaky breath, his hands gripping her hips as he fought the urge to thrust into her with all the pent-up desire he’d been holding back. “You feel fucking incredible,” he gritted out, his voice strained. 

She moaned softly, her hips shifting slightly to take him deeper. The sensation of him filling her completely, the pressure and heat of him, was overwhelming. It was as if every nerve in her body was on fire, every touch, every movement, sending waves of pleasure crashing through her.

He leaned down, his lips brushing against her ear as he whispered, “You’re so perfect, Y/N. Every part of you.” His thrusts were slow and deliberate, each one drawing another gasp from her lips. She could feel the rhythm building between them, the tension tightening like a coil ready to snap.

She was desperate for him, her body trembling with the need to feel more of him, to be closer to him. Her hands gripped the edge of the bed, her nails digging into the mattress as she arched her back, offering herself to him completely. “Lando,” she whimpered, her voice breaking. “Please… don’t stop. I need you so much.”

He groaned, his thrusts growing more urgent as he felt her desperation. “I’ve got you,” he murmured, his voice rough with need. “I’ll always take care of you.” His hands moved to her breasts, his fingers brushing over her nipples, sending shivers of pleasure through her. She gasped, her head falling back as the sensations overwhelmed her.

“Your tits,” he murmured, his voice thick with desire as he leaned down to take one of her nipples into his mouth. She moaned, her hands tangling in his hair as he suckled gently, his tongue teasing her sensitive skin. The combination of his cock filling her and his mouth on her breast was almost too much to bear. She could feel herself teetering on the edge, the pleasure building to a crescendo.

“Lando, I’m close,” she gasped, her voice trembling. “Please… I’m so close.”

He pulled back slightly, his eyes locking with hers as he continued to thrust into her, his movements steady and deliberate. “Come for me, Y/N,” he whispered, his voice laced with urgency. “Let go. I want to feel you come around me.”

His words were all it took. Her orgasm crashed over her like a tidal wave, her body trembling as pleasure radiated through her. Her walls clenched around him, milking his cock as she moaned his name, her voice breaking with the intensity of it.

For Lando, it was too much. The feeling of her pussy squeezing his cock, pulling him deeper into her, was unbearable. He let out a low, guttural groan, his thrusts growing erratic as he felt his own release building. “Fuck, Y/N,” he gritted out, his voice rough. “I’m going to… I’m going to come.”

She moaned softly, her body still quivering with the lingering waves of her climax as she felt Lando’s thrusts grow erratic, each one driving deeper into her. His hands—which had been gripping her hips with such possessive intensity—now roamed over her body, one sliding up to cup her breast while the other traced the curve of her belly. His fingers moved with a mix of reverence and desperation, as if he couldn’t get enough of her, even now.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he groaned, his voice ragged and thick with need. “You feel… so fucking good.” His thumb brushed over her nipple, the touch sending a jolt of pleasure through her already oversensitive body. She gasped, arching into his hand as he leaned down to capture her lips in a messy, heated kiss.

She could feel him trembling above her, his control slipping as his thrusts became shallow and unsteady. “I’m gonna come,” he warned, his voice low and gravelly, his breath hot against her skin. His hips stuttered, and then he was spilling inside her, his cock pulsing as he filled her with his warmth. The sensation was overwhelming—intimate, possessive, and so fucking good. She clung to him, her nails digging into his shoulders as he buried himself to the hilt, his release flooding her completely.

“Fuck, fuck,” he panted, his forehead resting against hers as he rode out the last waves of his orgasm. His hands roamed over her body, one cupping her breast while the other slid down to her hip, his touch grounding and possessive. “You’re fucking perfect,” he murmured, his voice rough and awed. “Every inch of you… I can’t get enough.”

She felt him softening inside her, but he didn’t pull away, instead staying connected to her, his hands continuing to explore her body with a tenderness that made her heart swell. His fingers traced the swell of her belly, then slid up to graze her nipple again, his touch feather-light and teasing. “So beautiful,” he whispered, his lips brushing against her temple. “I love you so fucking much.”

She sighed, her hands moving to cradle his face, her thumbs brushing over his cheekbones. “I love you too,” she murmured, her voice soft but filled with the same intensity that had been between them all night. She pulled him closer, her lips brushing against his in a slow, tender kiss that spoke of everything they’d just shared—and everything they still had yet to discover.

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No because babe your last piece was the hottest thing I’ve read in a while!!!! Lando finishing in his joggers??? I’m dead

I’m glad you liked it!!!😂🫶🧡

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Hi, just to say that someone stole your last Lando fic, here's the person @emangmnhsahacuk

Hi, thank you for letting me know! Just reported it for spam. It seems they like to steal stuff from a lot of other blogs

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hi i love your work! could i request a fic where reader and lando have been together for a couple months and are moving slow in the the sex part of their relationship (mostly due to the readers inexperience) and lando completely respects that. maybe one night they’re watching a movie and they start making out and the reader is being super horny and is grinding on lando ( just a whole bunch of dry humping action) and they come together on his lap🤭

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Slow Burn | LN4

✿﹒❀ summary ━━━━━━━ Though they’d been dating for three months and kept things slow and respectful, tonight—alone in his apartment—all that patient restraint melts away as Y/N playfully presses herself against Lando, clothes still on. She takes the lead, grinding against him until they both come.

✿﹒❀ pairing ━━━━━━━ Lando Norris x she!reader

✿﹒❀ word count ━━━━━━━ 3.6k

✿﹒❀ warnings ━━━━━━━ +18, sexual content, dry humping

Based on this request.

Y/N had landed in Monaco late that afternoon, nerves and excitement tangled in her stomach like a knot she couldn’t untie. She still remembered the heat that hit her the second she stepped out of the taxi—the thick, golden warmth of the early Mediterranean evening pressing against her skin. Normally, the view of the calm marina outside Lando’s apartment would’ve made her pause, maybe even breathe it in. But not this time. She barely glanced at it. All she could think about was getting upstairs and seeing him. It had been two weeks. Just fourteen days, but each one had felt like a month. His schedule had been relentless, and she’d felt every single second of the distance between them.

They’d officially been a couple for three months, yet still hadn’t had sex, something Y/N had insisted on taking slow because she was inexperienced, and Lando had respected her wishes every step of the way. He never pushed, never crossed her boundaries, but that didn’t mean the tension wasn’t there, simmering just beneath the surface. He was every bit as horny and desperate for her as she sometimes felt in those lingering moments before sleep.

She let herself in with the spare key he’d given her weeks ago, the quiet beep of the electronic lock announcing her arrival. The blast of cool air hit her as she stepped inside, sending little shivers racing up her arms. “Lando?” she called out, but there was no answer. He was probably in the shower or in the bedroom. The living room was spotless—no hoodies draped over the couch, no controllers left on the floor, nothing out of place. It made her smile. He’d definitely tidied up for her. Just the thought of him doing that, of him caring about what she’d see when she walked in, sent a flutter through her chest and down to her stomach.

A minute later, she heard him behind her. She turned and let out a laugh of pure delight when she saw him: hair damp, wearing a loose T-shirt and gray joggers, that impossibly boyish grin stretching across his face. It was the grin that had charmed her from day one.

“Surprise,” he murmured, stepping up to her and sliding his arms around her waist. The moment his fingers touched her, every ounce of tension she’d carried on the flight evaporated. “I was trying to look cool and nonchalant for when you walked in,” he teased. “Figured you’d let yourself in, but I couldn’t wait to say hi.”

“You look ridiculous,” she joked softly, sliding her arms around his neck, rising up on tiptoe. “Ridiculously cute, I mean.”

He pressed his forehead to hers, letting out a playful groan. “God, I missed you, baby. I missed you so damn much.”

“I missed you too.”

Lando’s lips brushed hers in a kiss that started sweet but soon deepened as days of longing flared to the surface. She tasted faint traces of mint toothpaste—he must have just brushed his teeth—and the scent of his shower gel made her dizzy with need. She melted into him, allowing his hands to roam along her back in slow, reverent strokes.

When they finally broke apart, breathless, he took her suitcase into his bedroom. She couldn’t help following, watching the gentle definition of muscle shift beneath his T-shirt as he walked. It always amazed her that he was so physically strong yet tender with her in every movement.

They decided to spend a quiet evening at home, cooking a quick meal and then curling up to watch a movie. He insisted it should be a comedy, claiming he’d had enough adrenaline for the week and wanted to relax. She settled beside him on the couch, her thigh pressed close against his. The warmth of his body already had her feeling hyper aware of every small contact.

“Which one do you want?” he asked, flipping through streaming platforms with the remote.

“You choose,” she replied, tucking her legs beneath her. She couldn’t concentrate enough to care. All her senses kept drifting back to the fact that Lando was right here, so close, smelling of soap and aftershave, heartbeat strong under that T-shirt.

He picked some random rom-com that neither of them really paid attention to once it started. She tried to follow the plot, but his presence was too distracting. Every time he shifted, her nerves went spiked. A few times, she noticed him glancing at her out of the corner of his eye, the ghost of a smile tugging at his lips.

After about half an hour, the movie blurred into the background, and her thoughts swirled with longing. She snuggled closer, resting her head on his shoulder, her hand drifting up to toy with a strand of his curls. Lando exhaled a shaky breath at her touch.

“You okay?” she whispered, biting her lip mischievously. She knew exactly what she was doing—turning on the playful energy that had teased him mercilessly before they got together.

He slid an arm around her, pulling her even closer. “Just happy to have you here,” he murmured, pressing a small kiss to her temple.

She wasn’t sure what came over her right then, but the two-week separation had done a number on her self-control. She found herself leaning in to press her lips to his throat, just beneath his jawline. He stilled, inhaling sharply. She grazed her teeth along his pulse point, gently, testing. He let out a soft moan.

“That’s not fair,” he breathed. “You know how sensitive I am there.”

“Mm, do I?” she teased, kissing the spot again. “I thought maybe you’d forgotten about me after all those days away.”

“You’re insane,” he chuckled, the laugh turning to a low growl when she nipped his skin. “God, I missed this.”

Their focus on the movie faded bit by bit, until it was nothing more than soft flickers of light playing across the room—background noise to the tension slowly crackling between them. Her hand slid up his chest, feeling the steady thud of his heartbeat beneath the thin fabric of his shirt. God, he felt warm. Real. She bit the inside of her cheek, nerves twisting with want. How far was she ready to go tonight? She wasn’t sure she could handle going all the way—not yet—but she wanted more. More of his touch, more of that fire sparking in her skin every time he looked at her. More than they'd ever dared to cross before.

Without speaking, she swung a leg over his lap so she faced him. Her knees sank into the couch cushions on either side of his hips, and she saw how his pupils dilated with barely-concealed hunger. She set her hands on his shoulders.

“You’re torturing me,” he breathed, sliding his hands to her waist.

She smiled and leaned in to press her lips against his softly. “No,” she whispered against his mouth, “I’m rewarding you for waiting.”

He groaned low in his throat. “I’d wait forever for you, but holy hell, baby…”

Before he could finish, she captured his lips again, guiding him into a deep, hungry kiss that made her entire body tingle. Their tongues brushed, sending sparks through her veins, and she felt him squeeze her hips. His warm palms skimmed the small of her back, urging her closer. She shifted until she was firmly seated on his lap, feeling the subtle but undeniable presence of him beneath his joggers. He wasn’t fully hard yet, but she could still feel the weight and potential of him pressing against her, and it sent a thrill straight through her core.

She rocked her hips forward experimentally, testing the friction, and felt him twitch beneath her. His breath hitched, and his hands tightened on her waist, pulling her even closer. She did it again, this time with a little more intention, and the soft moan that escaped his lips was all the encouragement she needed.

“God, Y/N,” he murmured against her mouth, his voice already rough with desire. “What are you doing to me?”

She smirked, her lips brushing against his as she spoke. “Just seeing what happens,” she teased, her voice low and husky. “Does it feel good?”

He groaned, leaning his forehead against hers. “You’re killing me, baby. You know exactly how good it feels.”

She rocked her hips again, slower this time, dragging herself against him in a way that made his breath catch. She could feel him growing harder beneath her, and the power it gave her was intoxicating. His hands slid down to her thighs, gripping them as if he was trying to ground himself, but she could see the tension building in him, the way his jaw clenched and his eyes filled with need.

“You’re so beautiful like this,” she whispered, her lips trailing along his jaw. “So desperate for me. Do you want more?”

“Fuck, yes,” he growled, his hands moving to her hips, guiding her movements. “Don’t stop, please. Just like that.”

She obliged, rolling her hips in a steady rhythm, feeling the heat growing between them. His body responded to her every movement, his hardness pressing insistently against her. 

He murmured her name, voice thick with longing, as she kept rocking her hips against his now-hard length. He let out a ragged breath, burying a hand in her hair to keep her mouth on his. She kissed him deeper, tongues tangling, moaning softly when he matched her intensity.

When she pulled back for air, he looked up at her with wide, lust-blown eyes. “I—I don’t want you to feel like you have to—”

“Shh,” she whispered, pressing a finger to his lips. “Don’t worry. I want this. Not everything, but more…like this.”

He swallowed hard. “Oh, trust me, I want it too.”

She took the initiative, grinding down on him again, more firmly this time. His hands tightened on her waist, a broken moan escaping him.

“Fuck, that feels good,” he muttered, eyes half-lidded, a faint blush dusting his cheeks.

She felt a rush of warmth flood her own body. Seeing him like this—so undone—did things to her. It was a heady mixture of power and tenderness. For months, he’d been the one pursuing her, chasing her, practically begging for her attention. And now she was giving it, wholeheartedly, indulging in the way he reacted.

She set a slow, rhythmic motion, rolling her hips forward so that her core brushed over the prominent bulge in his pants again and again. It was still separated by layers of fabric, but even through the cotton, the friction was enough to send jolts of pleasure skittering across her nerves.

“Baby, your body…holy shit,” he breathed, letting his head fall back against the couch, his eyes fluttering shut. “You feel so good.”

She wrapped her arms around his neck, pressing her chest to his, and kissed his jaw, nibbling gently. “Yeah? Tell me.”

A strangled sound left his throat. “Fuck, you’re driving me insane. I can feel how warm you are. I can’t believe you’re—God, I…I can’t think straight when you’re on my lap like this.”

She smirked and shifted again, taking a moment to relish his reaction. He visibly trembled, his breathing coming in shallow pants. She dipped her head to whisper near his ear. “I want you to feel good,” she said, words rolling from her tongue more boldly than she ever expected of herself. “I want you to love this, Lando.”

He swallowed. “I do love it. More than you know. I’m so fucking in love with you. I’ve wanted this for…God, feels like forever. I just—I don’t want to push you.”

“You’re not,” she assured him, pressing an open-mouthed kiss to his neck. Her next sentence came out laced with mischief: “I’m doing exactly what I want to do.”

She braced her hands on his shoulders, using them as leverage to move her hips in deeper, firmer circles. The friction, oh God, it shot waves of pleasure up her spine. She was already beginning to feel a persistent ache between her thighs, an ache that made her want more contact, more pressure. He groaned, arching his back to press against her.

“Fuck,” he breathed, a desperate edge creeping into his tone. “You keep moving like that, I might lose it.”

She moved even more deliberately, letting out a small gasp at the delicious friction. “Yeah? You going to cum in your pants for me?” she teased, not entirely sure where this surge of confidence had come from, but thrilling in it.

His cheeks flamed, and he swallowed harshly. “I—damn it, you’re so…you have no idea. You could probably make me do anything right now.”

She giggled softly, though her own breath was unsteady. “Is that so?”

“Absolutely,” he rasped, his voice tight. “I’ve never—God, I’ve never felt this turned on from just…grinding. ”

She bit her lip, pressing herself against him again, feeling the hardness strained beneath his boxers and joggers. “I like that,” she murmured, “knowing I can make you feel like that.”

He looked up at her, eyes glazed with desire, but there was such fondness there. “I’m obsessed with you,” he admitted, voice quivering. “Completely, stupidly obsessed. I’d do anything for you. I—ughh—” He cut himself off with a moan as she slid forward again, pressing deliberately against the throbbing shape beneath her.

She could practically feel the tension tightening in his body, ready to snap. Her own pulse hammered in her ears. The peak of her own orgasm drew closer with each rub of fabric on flesh. The friction was maddening. She pressed her forehead to his, panting. “Fuck, Lando. This is…this is so hot.”

“You’re telling me,” he groaned, tilting his head to capture her lips. His kiss was messy, desperate. They breathed each other in, tongues meeting in urgent strokes. He tasted of need, raw and insistent.

She poured all her frustration from the past weeks into every shift of her hips, whining softly when a wave of pleasure nearly blinded her. Her body was on fire, nerve endings sparked with every move. She curled her fingers into his hair for stability, half-lost in the sensations.

He parted from her lips just long enough to gasp, “You’re so gorgeous…like this…on top of me. God, I love it. I—fuck, I’m close, baby.”

She was right on the edge too, her lower belly tight, throbbing with desperate heat that had her pussy clenching around nothing. Her hips rolled instinctively, chasing friction. She dragged her lips to his ear, breath hot, voice trembling with want. “I’m so fucking close,” she whispered, the words catching in her throat. A flush of shame and boldness twisted through her, but she said it anyway. “Keep talking to me.”

He groaned, eyes rolling back slightly. “You love hearing me lose my mind, huh?”

“Mmm, yes,” she purred. “I love hearing you so turned on for me.”

His breath hitched. “God, I am. I’m so fucking turned on. I love it when you take charge, I love feeling your body, feeling how wet you are, even through your clothes. Shit, I—I can’t believe we can do this with clothes on. My boxers are so fucking tight. I’m losing it.”

Hearing him say such dirty words in that breathless voice made her insides clench. The way he talked to her—so shameless, so fucking dirty—had her clenching around nothing, dripping through her panties, desperate for more. She slammed her hips down against him, grinding hard, chasing the brutal friction like her life depended on it. A loud, broken moan tore from her throat as her clit dragged just right against him. 

“Fuck—right there,” she gasped, breath hitching. The knot in her belly tightened to the point of pain, every muscle trembling, every nerve screaming for that final push. Her body was on fire, on the verge of losing it, ready to fall apart the second he said one more filthy thing. The tension was unbearable—white-hot and pulsing between her legs—so close she could taste it.

His fingers dug into her waist, the pressure of his grip sending a jolt of pleasure through her. “That’s it,” he gasped, his voice ragged and desperate. “Keep going, don’t stop, baby. You feel so fucking amazing. I…I can’t—” His words were cut off as she bent to kiss him fiercely, swallowing his groan. Their tongues tangled again, hot and wet, the kiss deepening with every passing second. She was no longer self-conscious about the needy, breathy noises she made. He drank them in as if they were the sweetest sound, his lips moving against hers with a hunger that matched her own.

Her thighs trembled, the muscles tight and aching as she ground herself against him. “I’m…there,” she whimpered, letting her eyes flutter closed. “Lando, oh my God—” Her voice broke, the pleasure building so intensely that she could barely form words.

“Me too,” he managed, his eyes shut tight, his expression ravaged by ecstasy. “I can’t hold it. You’re gonna make me cum just from this, you have no clue—ah!” His hips jerked upward uncontrollably, his cock straining against the fabric of his boxers, desperate for more friction.

She could feel him, hot and hard beneath her, the fabric of his joggers and boxers doing little to disguise the sheer size of him. Her pussy clenched at the thought, the wetness between her thighs growing with every movement. She ground down one last time, pressing her body firmly to his, and everything inside her erupted. A wave of pleasure slammed through her core, drawing a raw cry from her lips. She shook, her nails scratching lightly at his scalp as she clung to him, her orgasm ripping through her with an intensity she had never felt before.

Her pussy throbbed, the sensation almost overwhelming as her clit pulsed against him. She could feel every twitch and throb of her own body as the pleasure radiated outwards, leaving her breathless and trembling. He let out a strangled groan in response, burying his face in her neck as his entire body tensed. She felt him jerk beneath her, his hands clutching her waist with near-desperate force.

“Fuck,” he choked out, his voice trembling. “I’m—God—I’m cumming.”

Oh my God, she thought, her mind going hazy with pleasure. He was cumming, just from this, just from her grinding against him. The realization sent another wave of pleasure crashing through her, her pussy clenching around nothing as she came again, harder this time. She could feel the wetness soaking through her panties, the heat of her arousal mingling with the pressure of his body beneath her.

His cock twitched violently, and she could feel the dampness of his release soaking through the fabric of his boxers. It was so intimate, so raw, and it made her orgasm intensify, rolling through her in pulsing waves. She collapsed against his chest, her body spent and trembling as she rode out the last tremors of her climax. Her head swam with sensation, the world around her fading into a blur as she clung to him, her breath coming in short, ragged gasps.

He was panting raggedly, half-whimpering into the crook of her neck. His hands slid down to her thighs, his fingers gripping her tightly as if he was afraid she might disappear. “Fuck,” he whispered, his voice hoarse and shaky. “That was…Jesus, Y/N. I’ve never—” He broke off, shaking his head as if he couldn’t find the words.

She shifted slightly, her pussy still throbbing with the aftershocks of her orgasm. “I can’t believe that just happened,” she murmured, her voice soft and dazed. “You okay?” she asked softly.

He let out a laugh that was half-disbelieving, half-euphoric. “I’ve never been better. That was… I never came in my pants before. Ever. Not even as a horny teenager.”

She blushed at the admission, a surge of pride coursing through her. “Guess there’s a first time for everything.”

He pressed his forehead to hers, eyes shining with fondness. “You have no idea what you do to me. That was insane, in the best way. God, I love you.”

Her heart squeezed at the tenderness in his tone. “I love you, too.” She paused, chewing the inside of her cheek. “Was it weird that I, um, basically just used you to get off?”

He burst out laughing, a soft, joyous sound. “Weird? Fuck, no. I loved it. I love it when you take control. You can use me anytime you want, baby.”

She couldn’t help but giggle, pressing a kiss to his nose. “You say that now, but let’s not ruin all your boxers.”

He cracked up, shaking his head in amusement. “If it means you’re on top of me doing that again, I’d happily sacrifice every pair I own.”

She rolled her eyes playfully, shifting a bit on his lap, and felt the wet spot in the front of his joggers. “Sorry,” she said in a small voice. “You’re kind of a mess.”

He shrugged, eyes twinkling. “Worth it. Besides, I can change.”

She blushed, her cheeks heating at the intensity of his gaze.

He smirked, his hands moving to cup her face. “I’m fucking obsessed with you,” he admitted, his voice raw with emotion. “Every time I think I can’t want you more, you do something like this and prove me wrong.”

Her heart swelled at his words, and she leaned in to kiss him softly. “I’m obsessed with you too,” she whispered against his lips.

He groaned, pulling her closer. “You’re gonna be the death of me,” he murmured, his voice filled with a mix of affection and desire.

She smiled, resting her forehead against his. “I’ll try not to kill you…yet,” she teased, her voice light and playful.

He laughed, the sound warm and genuine, and she felt a rush of affection for him. She knew they were both exhausted, spent from the intensity of what had just happened, but she couldn’t help but feel a sense of contentment as she lay there in his arms. She was safe, she was loved, and she was exactly where she wanted to be.