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🏁 lando norris
🏁 oscar piastri
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oki, I have this thought, and idk if anyone would read it...
dark/perv!oscar x innocent/dumbgirl!reader
the whole thing would just start with simple making out, then maybe some rubbing and dry humping with clothes on leading to a few lies from oscar, and then, he would say something like "swear it's just rubbing, baby, just wanna make my babygirl feel good..", but he's such a liar, he'd do so much more than rubbing.. he'd keep on talking sweetly, fooling his pretty girl
oki, I have this thought, and idk if anyone would read it...
dark/perv!oscar x innocent/dumbgirl!reader
the whole thing would just start with simple making out, then maybe some rubbing and dry humping with clothes on leading to a few lies from oscar, and then, he would say something like "swear it's just rubbing, baby, just wanna make my babygirl feel good..", but he's such a liar, he'd do so much more than rubbing.. he'd keep on talking sweetly, fooling his pretty girl
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oki, I have this thought, and idk if anyone would read it...
dark/perv!oscar x innocent/dumbgirl!reader
the whole thing would just start with simple making out, then maybe some rubbing and dry humping with clothes on leading to a few lies from oscar, and then, he would say something like "swear it's just rubbing, baby, just wanna make my babygirl feel good..", but he's such a liar, he'd do so much more than rubbing.. he'd keep on talking sweetly, fooling his pretty girl
summary: when mclaren approaches you about hosting an exclusive art showcase at your gallery about their team, you expect a professional collaboration, not a certain australian driver falling in love with your work, and eventually, with you.
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if you accidentally see your art here, let me know
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yn.arts finished setting up the rooftop exhibition, check it out if you're in nyc<3
new project coming soon, different and fresh - hint: its fast!
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user I'll never get over how talented she is
arianagrande wow! always such beautiful works - liked by creator
user I wish I could visit the galleryyy
user ugh I live way too far away
user the pictures I took in there are breathtaking I swear
user can't decide if the paintings are prettier or her lowkey
jennysavilleofficial always amazing work! - liked by creator
user I can draw a stickman, can u showcase it?
user I want her to paint me and my hubby on our wedding
user I'm so excited about that new project, tho I can't figure out what she meant by fast, maybe it won't be available to visit for long?
user I wish that project had something to do with racing
user I'm SURE it has to do something with some kind of racing
user I hope I'll be finally able to travel to your gallery for the upcoming works, yn!
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mclarenf1 something's in the making @yn.arts!😉
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user WHAT THE HELL
user so this is what yn meant by fast
user this is so so unexpected but like, I'm not complaining
yn.arts 🧡 - liked by creator
user they look so cute 😭
user is mclaren getting its own exhibition in yn's gallery or what???
user idk what this will be but I'm waiting for it
user I LOVE THIS??
user my two worlds colliding
user oscar looks like he doesn't know where he's at lol 😭
user I think lando enjoys this more than osc
user this is so cool tho
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yn.arts non-stop in the studio these days🫡 tho these guys don't really know how to pose
just kidding, amazing people to work with!
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user AHH ITS HAPPENING
user landoscar content
user these works are already so pretty but ik it's just the start for you
oscarpiastri nice drawings - liked by creator
-> user bro really said "drawings" 😭
user actually, osc commenting is a surprise
lando I'm good at posing actually, oscar isn't tho
-> user lmao
mclarenf1 🧡 - liked by creator
user soo, do we have a date for this project??
-> user we don't really know much yet
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yn.priv me rn cause GOOSHHH THIS MAN IM WORKING W IS SO FINE, y'all help me out
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friend1 you're working with two guys actually?? so which one??
-> yn.priv ...OSCAR
friend2 girl stop losing your mind just get the bag and forget it 😭
-> yn.priv I wish I could do that but no y'all don't understand
friend3 does he have abs
-> yn.priv YEAH. HES SO HOT. and cute and handsome and charming and he's so polite and respectful and yeah
ur.bestfriend girl you've been talking bout him ever since you met him, text him or something 😭
-> yn.priv okay and what should I say??? oh hey I should be drawing ur ass but actually I wanna touch it instead?? or what??
friend4 you should just talk to him more while you're w him, like ask him about his private life n shit like that
friend5 accidentally forget something like a jacket or something there when u leave next time, works every time trust, it starts a convo and eventually a meet up TRUST
-> yn.priv WAIT UR ONTO SOMETHING okay I'll do this
friend6 girl, good luck 😭 he doesn't look like a social person at all, not even gon talk about someone who would talk to...a female 😭
-> yn.priv OH SHUT UP he's a cutie he just needs time!!!
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yn.priv YEAH GUYS ITS YAP TIME
first of all, look how fucking DELICIOUS HE LOOKS (I definitely did not pretend to take a selfie while actually taking a pic of him here)
second of all, HE TEXTED ME?? ASKED ME WHAT IM DOING? also sent a selfie of himself and I screamed. we literally talk so much
and most importantly, HE HUGGED ME. HE.HUGGED.ME. he had his hands on my WAIST. HIS CHIN ON MY SHOULDER. he smells so good tho
I'm going crazy save me I need him
and we're going out for a coffee tomorrow??
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ur.bestfriend FINALLY something is happening
friend1 girl this escalated faster than I expected
friend2 oh gosh stop hyperventilating and choose a killer fit already
friend3 I hope he'll pay for everything duh
-> yn.priv I have money I don't expect him to pay
-> friend2 SHUT UP HE STILL SHOULD PAY
friend3 keep us updated, your love life is my reality show - liked by creator
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yn.arts with mclarenf1 happy to announce the brand new exhibition in the Live Soul Art Gallery, called "Colors of Speed", available from August 4th, and it will be a permanent showcase which you can check out any time! Bravo to Yn, an amazing and talented artist, and thanks to Lando and Oscar for being helpful with the project. Something to be truly proud of!🧡
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lando look mom I'm famous (love this whole thing) - liked by creator
user THE WHOLE THING IS GORGEOUS
oscarpiastri beautiful - liked by creator
-> yn.arts 🫶🏻
user this is so so so amazing these works are amazing I wanna see all of them
user YN REPLIED TO OSCARS COMMENT WITH A HEART SIGN
user I want oscar to ask this woman out
user do y'all think they'll hard lunch or something
user I'm so sure that lando knows something which we dont
user as much as a love to see some romance unfold, I think we should focus on the artworks 👏🏻👏🏻
user I knew she'd deliver
visacashapprb why haven't we thought of this 🤔 so cool! - liked by creator
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yn.arts life is always changing toward good ☀️
from work to every day, you bring joy to my life! love you 🧡 (isn't he the cutest?)
my heart is a gallery of you<3
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user omg I was waiting for this 🥹
user I knew from the START
lando finally! congrats 😝🫶🏻 - liked by creator
user this is so sweet😭 congratulationssss
oscarpiastri I love you💗 - liked by creator
user who said osc has no emotions?? this man is dripping from love
user they're so cute!!! so happy for them!!
user who would've guessed lol
user hi parents
user can't wait to have 192929 pictures of them together
user soo, this means we'll see yn at races?
mclarenf1 congrats🧡 - liked by creator
user I wanted them together from the very beginning bro, I'm so happy
user I think I know what pieces are yn's favs from the exhibition, the ones of oscar🥹 - liked by creator
contains/warnings: smut, soft dom!oscar, unprotected, sleepy morning sex, p in v, fluff-vanilla, creampie, cockwarming, aftercare, established relationship, smut with little to no plot
summary: oscar wakes up in the mood, and he just needs you to let him love on you.
word count: 9k~
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you woke up to the feeling of oscars arm tightening around your waist.he was pressed right up against your back like he had probably been for most of the night, because you felt a bit hot, shuffling the duvet off of yourself. he was still pretending to be asleep, but the hard line of his cock against your ass made it very clear that he was already awake, he just tried to play it off for a minute. you turned your head a little, waiting for him to say something, groaning softly at the strain on your neck, you probably slept in the wrong position but you'll worry about that later. instead of speaking up, he opened his eyes, then just leaned in and kissed you soft and slow, then tucked his face back against the side of your neck and nuzzled there with a quiet, sleepy sigh.
“morning, love” he mumbled against your warm skin, voice still raspy and low from sleep, “youre so pretty, and cute.. I need you..” he said it without looking at you, lips moving against the sensitive skin of your shoulder now, making you shiver. you didnt reject him, he was too sweet for that. you reached back with an arm, found his waist and pulled him more firmly against yourself. through the thin fabric of your panties and his boxers, you could feel every bit of how hard and hot he was against your ass. oscar started rolling his hips slowly, humping just a little against you in lazy, unhurried movements, just enjoying the feeling of your soft ass against his hard cock, he didn't want to rush it, he wanted to feel the pleasure of being so close to you first thing in the morning before he'd have to start his busy day. his mouth stayed busy on your shoulder and then the side of your jaw, leaving soft, open mouthed kisses while he kept talking against your skin, “my pretty girl… you feel so good like this… just want to be close to you… want to feel you…”
after a little while, he shifted enough to tug his cock free from his boxers. it sprang up heavy against the curve of your ass, the head already wet as it slid against your skin and your stomach twisted in excitement. you loved to feel his wetness on yourself, it was one of the hottest things. he brought his hand up near your face, gently caressing your flushed cheek, “can you wet my fingers for me?” you knew exactly what he meant, so you parted your lips and took his fingers into your mouth, sucking on them slowly and gently until they were slick with your spit. he pulled them back and wrapped them around himself, giving his cock a few lazy strokes before sliding it between your thighs, rubbing the head against the soft fabric of your panties and the curve of your ass. still murmuring sweet things against your hair, he hooked his fingers into the waistband of your panties and tugged them down just far enough. "look how wet you are for me already.." he let out a groan of appreciation, then adjusted his position. the cool air hit your bare pussy for a second before the hot length of his cock settled right against it. you were still lying on your side with your legs pressed together, and oscar loved this position because it always made you feel so much tighter around him, and he always came fast and hard. he slid an arm under your head, cradling you properly from behind, while his other hand reached down to guide himself. he nudged the head of his cock against your slick entrance, then slid it up to drag over your clit a few times, waiting. when you pushed back against him, clearly eager, he finally started pressing inside. the stretch was lightly burning but delicious, always more intense first thing in the morning when your body was still tender and sensitive. oscar kissed the side of your jaw as he pushed deeper, inch by inch, until he finally bottomed out, grinding a little, then he stilled completely, a soft moan leaving him right against your ear. “i love you,” he whispered, voice low and full of emotion, cock throbbing deep inside you while he held you close. he stayed buried deep, not thrusting, just letting his cock rest in your hot heat, warm and full while he held you, his arm wrapped around your waist, pulling you back against his chest so there was no space left between you. he was breathing you in, loving how your body melted back against his, how you pussy squeezed him just right. he started kissing you everywhere he could reach, soft and slow kisses on your lips when you turned your head, then across your cheek, along your jaw, up to your forehead, back down to the side of your neck, the top of your shoulder, even the back of your head when he nuzzled into your hair. every kiss was gentle and lingering, nibbling just a tiny bit which resulted in you giving him a small whimper.
“you feel so good around me,” he spoke against your skin, “so warm… so perfect, you were made for me, hm?" he let out a small chuckle, and you nodded, holding onto his forearm which was draped over your stomach. he kissed the spot just under your ear. “my love.. i love waking up with you, love how soft you are in the morning, love that you let me hold you like this.” he still didnt move his hips, he just kept you full and close, mouth never leaving your skin for too long. he pressed another kiss to your shoulder, then your neck again, then the corner of your mouth when you turned toward him. he was being such a big, soft kitty, all clingy and affectionate, content to stay buried inside you with nothing more than sweet words and endless gentle kisses while the morning light slowly filled the room.
you turned your head toward him, still sleepy, and smiled. “youre so cute like this,” you whispered. oscar’s eyes fluttered shut and he nuzzled back into the side of your neck with a soft sound, a little hum. he stayed quiet for a few more seconds, just breathing you in, cock still resting heavy and warm inside you, then he started moving. it was gentle at first, slow, long and deep thrusts that dragged almost all the way out before he pushed back in, to the hilt. every time he bottomed out he let out the prettiest little moan right against your ear, soft and breathy. “feels so good… you always feel so good around me…” he kept that unhurried pace for a while, making love to you nice and deep while his arm stayed locked around your waist, occasionally flexing, loving the way you squeezed his forearm.
after a bit he picked up the pace just a little, hips rolling more firmly. his breathing got heavier against your neck, he was getting more and more worked up, he loved to have you like this, his to fuck, his to love on. “i love this,” he mumbled, voice low and a little rough, “love being inside you first thing… let me love on you, baby..” his hand slid up from your waist and cupped one of your tits, squeezing gently, not rough at all, just enough pressure to make you sigh. his thumb brushed over your nipple in slow circles, then the other one, playing with them softly until they were tight under his touch. “these are perfect too.." he whispered in your ear, then kissed the skin below it, “my perfect girl…” he went faster after that, still controlled but chasing it now, his thrusts got shorter and deeper, the slap of skin now noticeable. “i love filling you up,” he said, voice cracking just a little, “love the thought of cumming in you.. want to leave it deep.. want you to feel it all morning..” he was getting close, his arm tightening around you, his sounds louder, he was so eager to give his load to you.
“yes,” you breathed out weakly, “please do it… cum in me…” you moaned for him, pushing your ass back to meet his thrusts. he groaned and his hand left your tits, sliding down between your legs, fingers finding your clit right away. he rubbed it in firm, tight little circles that matched the rhythm of his hips, pressing just the way he knew you liked. “cum for me,” he whispered against your ear, “want to feel you squeeze my cock.. want to feel you cum around me.. come on, baby.. let go for me.” you lasted another couple of minutes under the steady rub of his fingers and the deep thrusts, but soon, it was impossible to hold back. it hit you, and it was strong. you cried out softly, walls clenching hard around him, pulsing and milking his cock exactly the way he needed it, the way he got right on the edge himself, he groaned low and broken at the feeling, “fuck yes.. just like that, baby, so good for me.." his hips stuttered and then he buried himself as deep as he could go, cock throbbing and twitching as he came inside you. you felt every warm pulse of it while he kept rubbing your clit through the aftershocks and held you tightly against his chest, panting against your shoulder, his face squished against it. he stayed locked inside you afterward, breathing hard, pressing soft kisses to the side of your neck while his cock gave a few last weak twitches as he came down.
“i love you,” he mumbled, his voice a little unsteady, tired. “love you so much…” oscar stayed inside you a little longer after he finished, still holding you close and pressing lazy kisses to your skin while his cock slowly softened, he didnt want to leave the warmth of you just yet.
eventually, when you started squirming, he pulled out carefully, a soft wet sound following as he slipped free. he immediately rolled you onto your back and hovered over you, one of his arms braced beside your head. he leaned in and kissed you slow and deep, then started trailing softer kisses across your cheek and jaw, leaving a few pecks on the swell of your tits too while his free hand began moving over your body. his palm glided gently over your chest, cupping your tits for a moment before sliding down your stomach, over your hips, the curve of your ass and along the outside of your thighs. every touch was light and careful, soothing your still trembling body.
“thank you,” he whispered against your lips, “thank you for letting me have you, baby… for letting me wake up inside you… youre so good to me.”
there it was. him thanking you after. it was honestly the sweetest thing, and probably the thing which you loved most about him. he kissed you again, then kept talking between soft presses of his mouth. “you always take me so well, always so ready for me, i love you so much.. love the way you let me hold you and fill you and just stay close..” his hand kept stroking slowly up and down your side, never rushing, never grabbing too hard, just pure sweetness, melting your heart all over again. after a while, he crawled down the bed and settled between your legs after he had parted them gently, laying his head on your lower stomach. he turned his face and pressed a few gentle kisses there too on the soft skin, then rested his cheek against you with a content little sigh. "love you so much" he mumbled again, already getting sleepy again, eyes drooping. you reached down and ran your fingers through his hair, "i love you too, oscar" you smiled, caressing his flushed face, then started playing with his hair again, slow and gentle.
neither of you made any move to get up. the morning light was getting brighter and you both knew you should probably start the day, but neither of you cared. oscar stayed right where he was, head on your stomach, arms draped over your thighs, and you stayed on your back with your hand in his hair until the two of you drifted back off to sleep, warm and unbothered and completely unwilling to leave the bed just yet.
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McLaren's halloween party seems like the perfect opportunity to corrupt Oscar's mind.
Oscar... your boyfriend's teammate.
🚨smut, p in v, unprotected sex, cheating & cheating publicly, relationship destroyed, Lando is really dumb in this; championship references. This is revenge🚨
i wrote it last night while watching The Phantom of the Opera, don't judge me.
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you feel his gaze on the back of your neck, but you keep dancing to the music, letting yourself go as you feel the fabric of your costume swaying, just like it's been doing ever since you left your boyfriend's side to enjoy the event, even if just for a little while.
because mclaren really went all out this time, hiring a good dj, in a beautiful venue, full of red and purple lights, with incredible decorations that brought halloween to life.
and it's all so lovely that a part of you regrets being surrounded by people you barely know instead of your friends, because things would definitely be more fun if you knew who to talk to without feeling like your boyfriend's decoration.
although, of course… you can always talk to him. To the man watching you from the bar, with his jaw tense and his hand gripping one of the glasses tightly. Because you know you're wearing the perfect outfit, the one that would catch his eye.
now that you're tired of waiting, pretending. Fed up with that silence in every glance, those cordial greetings, the brushing of hands and racing hearts.
and it makes it even funnier that this is happening right in front of everyone… and under Lando's oblivious eyes, as he continues talking to people, with his shirt now open and his hair completely messy, more lost in the heat and the conversations than in looking at you.
because this has been going on for months, maybe since the first races. And while your boyfriend was out partying or on countless trips with friends, someone else was slowly approaching, almost shy, keeping their distance so as not to scare you off, and winning your heart without you even realizing it.
and at first, they were just conversations, with little giggles... which gradually transformed into inside jokes... and into looks that only you could understand, as if your hearts were communicating. Until Oscar started winning, and the congratulations were almost whispered, with a hand on his arm and your gaze locked on his, lingering on his lips for a couple of seconds, knowing he was doing the same.
and neither of you dared to do anything more; to get closer, to break that almost magnetic energy, so you grew tired of it. And for weeks you thought about the ideal way to break his morals, his code. You thought about how to make Oscar betray his teammate, until the perfect opportunity presented itself.
in the middle of the championship battle, with all the ups and downs, the bad strategies, the stupid mistakes, and the point difference disappearing. I think the best opportunity to break the sweet boy was using this moment, when he had all the frustration on his shoulders, with your boyfriend now in front of him for the first time in months, making people start to whisper, to doubt.
and what better night than halloween to try? when everyone is too drunk, too lost in the colored lights and the spooky atmosphere to notice the stolen glances, the sighs, the smiles, and the approaching footsteps.
no one noticed his hands on your waist, pressing his chest against your back, making you gasp, without stopping your movements, but giving him space on your neck to put his head there.
“you know this is a dangerous game you're playing, right?” you heard him say, his voice close to your ear, making you smile once again.
“i don't know what you're talking about,” you feigned ignorance, believing this game would continue for a few more minutes. But you were wrong, because your response made him move you, leaving you face to face, with your eyes inevitably locked on his.
and his sweet words convinced you, almost like a spell, making you slip out the back door, with your hand intertwined with his, as if nothing else mattered.
and that's what brought you here now, lying on your bed, the one you share with Lando, while Oscar's cock slides into your cunt, thrusting so deep inside you that you have to close your eyes tightly while gripping the sheets.
“fuck, Oscar!” you whimpered, feeling the knot forming in your belly once more, as he continued moving with the same resistance as at the beginning. That addictive way that had you drooling, too cockdrunk to think about anything else.
and he spoke to you, in that sweet and calm tone, which is the opposite of his touch, with his hands squeezing your waist so tightly you're sure bruises are already forming on your skin, while his hips move roughly, making your ass red and irritated from the contact.
and you don't know how much longer you can resist, so you let yourself go, tightening your walls around his cock, swallowing it naturally, as if it belonged inside your hole, which drools and molds to his size. And a smile is forming on his face as he watches you break once again beneath him, resisting as best you can, even though he can see that your legs are already trembling too much and your breathing is becoming heavier.
“come on baby, one more for me,” he begged you, in that characteristic Oscar tone that reached deep parts of your heart, sending an electric shock to your clit, making you move your hips unconsciously, seeking more contact, although he never stopped moving.
because he's determined to destroy you, to leave you so useless that you can never think about Lando again.
because he wants to make you so addicted to his cock that there's no going back. That you can't leave him.
this is his way of winning, little by little, taking everything that has always belonged to him, even if he has to start with his teammate's girlfriend, who now whimpers while his cock expands her pretty pussy.
he's gonna win, no matter what, and this is just the beginning. And you're not gonna refuse, because you're tired of being the second choice, the decoration. Tired of being "the girlfriend so there's no more drama", or the extra guest at events so there are no more rumors.
you're tired of not being seen by your boyfriend, so you don't regret it.
not when Oscar's eyes travel over your body, silently praising you as he brands his name on your skin, inside you, and on every part you allow him, as shown by the bite marks that start on your neck and end on your inner thighs.
because this is revenge, and it all begins in this bed, after the party.
new here but dark!oscar who’s enthralled by his darling because she doesn’t watch f1 and genuinely doesn’t know who he is so he can keep his two lives separate
when she does find out she’s heartbroken and that’s when he takes her permanently so she doesn’t leave
feel free to change this idea however u want!!
ᨳଓ . dark!oscar x gf!reader
ᨳଓ . warnings: lies, manipulation, obsession, trapping, no smut, mentions of trapping you with a baby, isolating you from people
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Oscar has two sides. On one hand, he is the young Formula 1 talent, featuring in incredible track highlights, achieving strong race results, and winning over a multitude of fans. Always calm and unflappable, he has captured the attention of fellow drivers, teams, the press, and the public, especially after a stellar previous season where he nearly won the championship and drew all eyes to himself and his team.
that version of Oscar is patient and polite, offering small smiles and slightly awkward answers. He's a gem in every sense and arguably one of the gentlest, most likable personalities in the sport.
on the other hand, there's Oscar, your boyfriend of a few months. You met him by chance while working at your hometown bookstore, a quiet little place where everyone knows everyone. Yet, he stood out to you.
that Oscar is affectionate, demonstrative, and intense, at least from your perspective. But deep down, he's obsessive and possessive. He fell in love with the fact that you didn't know who he was; when he stood before you holding a book, you simply looked at him, smiled, and asked if there was anything else he needed.
the idea of having this corner of the world where no one knows him, where he isn't overwhelmed, where you are perfect, and where he doesn't have to share you with the world is probably the best thing that’s happened to him in a long time.
and it’s not that he doesn’t want to be honest, or that he doesn’t want to let you know him fully, but the mere thought of other people knowing about you, seeing how beautiful you are, and recognizing all the qualities Oscar saw first... ignites something primal inside him, a fire burning, eating him alive, making him angry.
he doesn’t want people looking at you, talking to you, or touching you. He wants your attention focused on him, not on the wag's, not on his rivals, and not on the team staff.
it might be toxic or unfair, but he’s too happy in his bubble to worry much about the consequences of keeping things hidden. Until someone ruins it all.
a new customer.
someone who wanders into your bookstore by chance, spots a photo of you and Oscar on your phone case, immediately recognizes him as the formula 1 driver, and gets excited. He asks you a thousand questions, only to be left confused when he realizes you have no idea what he’s talking about.
what is formula 1? is that what Osc does for a living?why does that stranger know about it while you don’t?
the uncertainty grows in you, so you decide to ask the source, the person you trust most, taking the opportunity when he comes to visit, all while having to endure the anxiety in the days leading up to it.
you see the shock on his face when you ask; it confirms your suspicions, breaks your heart, and makes you feel deceived, shut out of something so significant in your boyfriend's life. You feel like a fool, naive, and he sees it in your eyes. He immediately panics, apologizing a thousand times, realizing that nothing seems to help.
suddenly, his plan fell apart, the worlds collided, and the mere thought of losing you became unbearable, impossible to accept. He would die if you left him, if you walked away from his side. He might lose his mind, do things he would regret.
that’s why he started talking, managing to make you listen, telling lies in the name of love, making up excuses with every passing second, citing dangers, worries, and things that sounded realistic even though they weren't, all while watching your expression shift from pain to concern.
he just had to convince you that both your lives were in danger, that he couldn't expose you to anyone. It didn't matter if he had to lie or make you feel guilty; so he kept talking and fabricating stories, watching as you felt worse and worse.
he convinced you that your life was in danger, forcing you to stay in your apartment; he did everything he could to make you believe him, to make you fear for your life so you’d stay put, seeing him as a hero, your hero. Not a liar. Not someone who had broken your heart.
your hero, the person who would always look after you, even if it meant hiding a significant part of his life from you.
you wouldn't leave his side; Oscar couldn't allow it, he couldn't live without you. Even if it meant trapping you there and putting a baby in your womb. He would do it; he would do anything to ensure you stayed by his side forever.
it’s the only option he sees as viable: keeping them from finding out about you, ensuring everyone’s attention remains fixed on the "perfect" aspects of his life.
he would use your trust to get inside your head, and then you’d be his forever, especially now that he’s come up with the baby idea. There’s no turning back.
1K Celebration Fics - "Right here with me, babe. Where it truly lies. My bed, babe."
Summary: A couples holiday was the perfect idea during the summer break. You, Lando, Oscar and Lily spending time on the Greek islands was supposed to be the perfect couples getaway. But there was only one thing you had your eye on, Oscar.
Warnings: PWP, 18+, MDNI, unprotected sex, cheating, semi-public sex, p in v, water sex, praise kink, hand kink (if you squint), beach sex, unresolved ending.
Word Count: 3.8k
The villa on the edge of a private cove on the west coast of Mykonos already felt like it belonged to all four of you. Whitewashed walls, blue shutters that swung from windows, a pool that spilled towards the sea, and a stretch of soft, blonde sand that was yours alone for the summer break. Lando had found the place through a private connection; Oscar had simply shrugged and said it looked fine, Lily had been the one who clapped her hands together and announced that it was perfect.
You stood on the one upper balcony in a black string bikini that barely qualified as clothing, the tiny triangles tied with thin cords that left most of your tanned skin free. The fabric clung where it touched, and the afternoon light made the water droplets on your shoulders glitter. You felt Lando’s eyes on you first, warm and a little possessive, but it was the quieter gaze from the lounge chair below that settled under your skin.
Oscar was stretched out with a book he wasn’t reading—Lily was laying beside him, scrolling on her phone, one hand resting gently on his thigh. His large hand was open on the arm of the lounger, fingers long and still. You watched the way those fingers flexed once you leaned over the railing to call down to them. Just a small movement–enough.
Lando came up behind you, arms sliding around your waist, chin resting on your shoulder. “You’re already causing trouble, miss,” he murmured against your ear. “We only landed three hours ago.”
You tipped your head back against him and smiled, the picture of innocence. “I’m just enjoying the view.”
His laugh was soft as he kissed the side of your neck and went back inside to grab more drinks. You stayed at the railing a moment longer, eyes drifting down again. Oscar hadn’t looked away yet, but when your gazes met he held it for half a second longer, then turned the page of the unread book with deliberate calm. You saw the way his throat moved when he swallowed.
The days settled into the same pattern of heat, salty skin and slow, heavy temptation.
Mornings were lazy, breakfasts overlooking the water accompanied by fresh fruit and strong coffee. Lando’s easy chatter filling the quiet spaces that Oscar left. Lily was her bright and warm, usual self, the sort of girl who made everyone feel included – she liked you immediately. You liked her enough to feel the quiet twist of guilt every time your eyes tracked the flex of Oscar’s forearm when he reached across the table for the juice.
You wore the skimpiest thing you had packed, a white micro-bikini that turned practically translucent the second it got wet. Another day you purposely chose a red bikini that contrasted Lily’s modest scarlet swimsuit—it had tiny ties that seemed permanently on the verge of coming undone. Tiny dresses in the evenings that clung to the curve of your hips and stopped mid-thigh. You felt Oscar’s attention like heat on the back of your neck even when he was careful not to stare. He was disciplined, the same way he always had been, but you saw the way his hand would rest on the table edge when you walked past, fingers sliding slowly along the wood as if grounding himself. His large, capable hands, the type that looked like they would wrap around your waist with ease.
One afternoon the four of you took the small boat out to a quieter stretch of the coastline. Lando and Lily decided to hike up to a view point for some photos she wanted to send home to her parents. You claimed that your headache was making you feel sick and you needed to rest, an excuse to stay back and spend some time on the beach with Oscar. Nothing happened beyond charged silence as you both watched the boat rocking gently on the shoreline. But the air between you had shifted, and you both knew it.
The nights that followed were careful on the surface and restless underneath. Like you never truly know what happens below the surface of the water. You made sure Oscar saw the way the pool water ran down your body when you climbed up the steps from the water. You made sure you heard the soft sound you made when Lando kissed the back of your neck at the breakfast table. You wore the tightest little crop tops and jean shorts during evening walks around the cove. You could feel his gaze burn between your shoulder blades the entire time.
At night, lying beside a sleeping Lando, you stared at the ceiling, hands between your thighs as you imagined Oscar’s large hands spanning your body, a quiet voice telling you how good you felt, how pretty you looked when you took him.
Oscar was fighting every urge with everything he had. You could see the effort that it cost him. The way he found reasons to leave the room when you stretched out on the sun lounger. The way he stayed later in the sea so he wouldn’t have to watch you towel off. But every so often, you’d see the mask slip. When you praised something he’d done, when you caught him staring and simply held eye contact instead of looking away. Those moments fed something hungry in both of you.
By the sixth evening Lando and Lily decided they wanted to take the boat into the old town for a proper authentic dinner and experience Greek night life. The suggestion came casually over late-afternoon drinks on the terrace. Both of them were so excited, Lily already clinging onto your arm and begging Oscar to come along too. You protested and made something up about feeling unwell after spending too long in the sun. Oscar, after a short pause, had said something similar. Neither of you looked at the other when you said it.
They left with laughter and promises to be back late. The villa had soon settled into a different type of quiet the moment the boat’s engine faded into the sea.
You were standing in the kitchen rinsing out your glass when Oscar walked in, he stopped just beyond the doorway. For a few short seconds, neither of you acknowledge one another. The only sound was running water and the clink of glass against the metal of the sink.
“I think they’ll have a good night,” you said eventually, keeping your voice light.
“Yeah, Lando always brings the best out in people.”
You dried your hands on a tea towel and turned to face the Aussie. He was leaning against the counter, his arms loosely crossed, but the set of his shoulders was anything but relaxed. The late evening light coming through the open doors painted a gold line across his collarbone.
You should’ve gone upstairs, or out to the pool or anywhere that wasn’t six feet away from him in an empty house.
Instead your mouth started to run before your brain could catch up. “I’m gonna go down to the water for a bit. Clear my head.”
He nodded once — you thought that was the end of it. You stepped past him toward the open doors that led down to the beach path, you could feel the warmth of his body as you passed, catching the faint scent of suncream and salt water, but continued walking.
You were halfway down the sandy path, bare foot and white-painted toe nails padding down the stones when you heard him jogging up behind you.
The cove was empty, the sun dropping low enough that the water had turned into that deep, soft blue, the surface of the water gently moving. You walked straight into it without looking back, the first cool touch against your ankles, then your calves, then the backs of your knees. The black bikini you still wore from the afternoon clung damply to your skin. You kept going until the water reached your waist, then swiftly turned in the water.
Oscar stood on the water’s edge, watching you. After a moment, he pulled his shirt over his head, dropped it somewhere in the sand, and walked in after you. The sea climbed his legs, his hips, the cut of muscle just above the waistband of his shorts. When he stopped a few metres away the water lapped at the same height as both of you.
Neither of you spoke, the silence felt different out here — less careful, more inevitable.
You drifted a little closer on the gentle current, he didn’t move away. Another small step and you could see the individual water droplets clinging to the dark hair on his chest, the way his throat worked when he swallowed. His hands hung loose at his sides, fingers slightly curled. You had been watching his large hands for the past week–resting on tabletops, gripping a glass, brushing sand from Lily’s shoulder and now they were simply there, empty and waiting.
“This is a bad idea,” he whispered, voice low enough that the water almost drowned it.
“I know.”
You took one more step, the space between your bodies narrowed to almost nothing. The water moved around you both, warm and slow now. You could feel the heat of him even through the damp.
His eyes dropped to your mouth, then lower, to the way the wet fabric of your bikini top clung to the shape of your breasts, the hard points of your nipples visible through the thin material. When he looked up again something in his expression had shifted. He was still his calm and controlled self but it was thinning.
You lifted one hand and rested it lightly against his chest, just over his heart. It was beating hard, his skin was hot under the cool water. You felt the rise and fall of his breathing, the slight tremor that ran through him when your fingers spread.
For a long moment he didn’t move. Then one of those large hands came up and settled at your waist, the span of it almost covering the curve of your side. His thumb brushed once across the wet skin just above the tie of your bikini bottoms. The touch was careful, almost like he was testing.
The first kiss was slow, tentative. The taste of salt on both of your mouths, the faint drag of his breath against yours. His other hand found the small of your back and drew you closer until your bodies met under the water — chest to chest, the hard line of him pressing against your stomach. You made a soft sound into the kiss and felt the way it made his fingers tighten.
The second kiss was deeper, his mouth opened against yours, tongue sliding slowly against your own, and the carefulness began to fray. You felt the shift in him like a physical thing–the way his grip firmed, the way his hips pressed forward, the low sound that left his throat when you nipped lightly at his lower lip.
Water lapped at your ribs, your hands mapping the planes of his chest, the ridges of his abdomen, the sharp cut of muscle at his hips. His hands moved too–one sliding up your back to the nape of your neck, fingers threading into damp hair; the other staying low, spanning your waist, thumb stroking slow circles that made your breath catch.
When you finally broke apart you were both breathing harder. His forehead rested against yours for a second. His eyes were dark, pupils wide.
“We should stop,” he said, but his hands didn’t leave your body.
“I know,” you answered, and kissed him again.
This time there was no hesitation. His mouth was hungrier, the kiss deeper, wetter. One of his hands slid down over the curve of your ass, gripping firmly, pulling you harder against the thick ridge of his cock. You rolled your hips in answer and felt the way his breath stuttered.
You reached between you under the water and cupped him through the wet fabric of his shorts. He was fully hard, heavy against your palm, the sound he made was almost pained as he wined.
“Fuck,” he breathed against your mouth.
You stroked him slowly through the material, feeling the heat of him even through the water and cloth. His hips pushed into your hand, his own hand moved from your waist to the tie of your bikini bottoms, fingers working the knot loose with surprising deftness. The small scrap of fabric floated free. The cool water rushed against bare skin that had been covered only moments before, you could feel your entire body shiver, but not from being cold, from the touch of him.
His fingers slid between your legs, parting you carefully. You were already slick, the water doing nothing to hide it. When he found your clit and circled once, twice, your head dropped forward against his shoulder with a soft, helpless sound.
“That’s it,” he murmured, voice rough near your ear. “Just like that. You’re already so wet for me.”
The praise landed low in your stomach, sharp and sweet. You pressed closer, spreading your thighs a little in the water so he could touch you more easily. His fingers moved with deliberate patience—circling, then sliding lower, one long finger pressing inside you slowly while his thumb kept working your clit. The stretch was perfect. The water made everything feel slicker, more intimate.
You kissed the side of his neck, tasting the salt water, feeling the rapid beat of his pulse under your lips. Your hand slipped inside his shorts and wrapped around him properly this time, hot, thick, the head already slick. You stroked him in time with the slow thrust of his finger inside you. His breathing grew uneven against your hair.
“You feel so good,” he said, almost like he couldn’t stop the words. “So soft aren’t you? So fucking responsive. Look at you taking my fingers like that.”
A second finger joined the first. The stretch made you moan against his throat. Your free hand gripped his shoulder hard enough to leave marks. The water moved around you both with every shift of your bodies, the soft splash of it mixing with the wetter sounds of his fingers working you open.
You were getting close already — too close, too soon. You pulled your hand free and pushed at the waistband of his shorts. He helped, shoving them down far enough that his cock sprang free against your stomach, hard and heavy. The head brushed your lower belly under the water. You guided him between your thighs, not inside yet, just the thick length of him sliding against your folds as you rolled your hips.
The friction made your head spin.. Every slow grind dragged the head of his cock over your clit, his hands gripped your arse, guiding the motion, holding you exactly where he wanted you. The praise kept coming in low, broken fragments against your ear as he softly whispered to you.
“That’s it… just like that… fuck, you feel perfect… so good for me…” His voice stuttered.
You were shaking, the water suddenly felt too deep, too restrictive. You needed solid ground, needed to feel the full weight of him.
“Let’s go to the beach–” you shuddered.
He didn’t need to be asked twice, you moved together toward the shore, still half-tangled, kissing in short, hungry bursts whenever you could reach each other’s mouths. The water dropped to your thighs, then your knees. Wet sand finally gave under your feet, Oscar’s shorts were abandoned somewhere in the shallows. Your bikini top was still on but it didn’t take him long as he reached behind you and pulled the string with one tug, the triangles finally falling away. Cool evening air kissed your bare breasts, tightening your nipples further.
You sank down onto the soft sand just above the waterline. He followed, bracing himself over you on those long arms. For a moment he just looked—eyes dragging from your face to your throat to your breasts to the place between your legs where you were open and glistening.
“Fuck me,” he said quietly. “You’re beautiful. Every single part of you.”
The words made your stomach tighten. You reached for him, guiding him down until the head of his cock pressed against your entrance. He pushed in slowly—so slowly—watching your face the entire time. The stretch was intense after the fingers, thicker, deeper. You felt every inch of him as he filled you, the burn giving way to a heavy, perfect pressure that made your back arch off the sand.
When he was fully seated he stayed still, breathing hard, forehead pressed to yours.
“You take me so well,” he murmured. “So tight around me. Perfect. You’re perfect like this.” He whispered into your ear.
You clenched deliberately around him and watched his control slip further. A low, full groan left his throat. He started to move, deep, measured thrusts that dragged against every sensitive place inside you. One hand braced beside your head; the other slid under your thigh, lifting it higher so he could get deeper. The sand shifted beneath your back with every stroke he took. The sound of the sea mixed with the wet, the intimate sounds of his body meeting yours.
His mouth found your throat, then the curve of your breast. He licked a slow stripe over one nipple before closing his lips around it and sucking gently, the pull timed with the next thrust of his hips. The dual sensation made you cry out. Your fingers tangled in his damp hair, holding him there.
“That’s it,” he praised against your skin. “Let me fucking hear you. You’re doing so well taking me. So fucking good.”
You were already close again. The combination of his voice, the stretch, the forbidden nature of it all was too much. He seemed to sense it. His free hand found your clit and circled with perfect pressure while he kept the deep, steady rhythm of his thrusts.
“Come for me,” he said against your ear, voice rough and low. “I want to fucking feel it. Show me how good I make you feel. Come on my cock like the good girl you are.”
The orgasm hit hard. Your body tightened around him in waves, a broken moan tearing from your throat as pleasure crashed through you. He fucked you through it, never slowing, praising you the entire time — how pretty you looked when you came, how perfectly you squeezed him, how good you were for him. The words prolonged the high until you were shaking underneath him, oversensitive and still wanting more.
He shifted without pulling out, rolling you carefully onto your hands and knees. The new position made the next thrust feel even deeper. You dropped to your forearms, forehead against the cool sand, and pushed back to meet him. His hands gripped your hips, large enough to span them easily and he set a harder pace. Every time he bottomed out he gave a quiet, almost reverent sound.
“Look at you,” he murmured. “Taking me so deep. Arching for me like that. Such a good girl. So pretty on your knees for me.”
One hand left your hip to slide up your spine, then into your hair, not pulling hard, just holding. The other stayed firm on your hip, guiding every thrust. You could feel the wetness of you coating him, hear the filthy soft sound of it with every stroke. The praise kept coming, low and steady, each word landing like another touch.
You came a second time with his name on your lips, body locking up around him. He followed soon after, rhythm stuttering, forehead pressed between your shoulder blades as he pulled out at the last second and spilled across the small of your back with a broken groan. His hands stayed on you the whole time, grounding, almost tender.
For a long while the only sounds were the sea and your shared breathing. The air had cooled. Goosebumps rose on your arms. Oscar cleaned you gently with his abandoned shirt, then helped you gather the scattered pieces of your bikini. Neither of you spoke much on the short walk back to the villa. The air between you felt altered—heavy with what you’d done and what it meant.
You showered separately. When Lando and Lily returned late, laughing and a little drunk, you were already in bed. Lando crawled in beside you, kissing your shoulder, and fell asleep almost immediately; you laid awake staring at the ceiling, the ghost of Oscar’s hands still on your skin, the echo of his voice still in your ears. The pang of guilt washing over you as Lando subconsciously reached for your hand under the sheets.
The remaining days in the villa were carefully normal, on the surface. There were a few stolen glances, accidental brushes on fingers across the dinner table, one more quiet conversation on the terrace the night before you left the island.
“You know we can’t ever do that again,” He simply answered, sipping his drink as if he would find courage at the bottom of it.
“I know, Oscar.” You answered, “I really know.” Even though every part of you already wanted more.
“–you know what?” A voice called from the doors. You both turned together, Lando facing the pair of you as he held two more drinks. “I was looking for you both, everything okay?”
You both nodded in unison, leaving Oscar behind as you walked towards Lando, looping your arm around his waist, leading him away from the terrace. “Yeah, Oscar was asking about Lily’s birthday.” You lied.
By the time departure day arrived, both couples were taking separate planes. You and Lando going back to Nice, Oscar and Lily going to England to spend time with her parents. Hugs were exchanged, Lily hugging you tightly and said that this had to be an annual trip. Oscar’s hug was brief, awkward, but his hand lingered a second longer at the small of your back than it should’ve.
Lando was quiet on the plane. You assumed it was the usual post-holiday comedown that followed after he had a good time and knew he was another week closer back to racing. You settled into your seat opposite him, headphones on as he scrolled through his phone.
Your phone buzzed as you thumbed through your playlist.
‘Airdrop from Lan <3’
You accepted without thinking, absently thinking it was a queue of holiday photos. The video appeared on your screen as the footage loaded onto your phone.
It was grainy, but unmistakable of the two figures who were curled together on the private beach. Flickering CCTV from the villa overlooking the beach captured you and Oscar on the beach, six days prior. His hands wrapped around your waist, your legs wrapped around him.
You looked up, Lando watching you. Not angry, something colder. Something that looked like the expression when he was reading telemetry data in the McLaren garage.
He leaned in close enough that only you could hear. “Interesting holiday,” he said softly. “Wasn’t it?”
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hello there. your fic about lando with the paper flowers was so freaking lovely. and I think you have your way with words when it comes to cute domestic stuff. and I have a little request. I basically have an itch only you can scratch. can you write something where reader and lando have recently started seeing each other and the nights they ended up in bed always happened at lando's place. so one day after a date night they go back to reader's place for the first time. before they can go to her bedroom, lando notices the big unfinished puzzle in her living room and tries to put a piece in its right place. then another. they sit down to place pieces together, thinking they have the whole night. eventually they forget why they were here in the first place and finish the whole puzzle. but it's a really cozy moment and really domestic. by the time they finish they realize it's already morning and instead of having sex they just go to sleep.
it's totally fine if you don't feel like writing it. I know it sounds a bit ridiculous. thanks 💜
THIS IS SO FUCKIN SWEET. it's not ridiculous at all, in fact it's so cute that I just had to write it as soon as I could!! thank you for this lovely request<33
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pairing: lando norris x f!reader
contains: pure fluff, playful banters, lots of kissing, light mention of sexual activities
summary: the hang out ended way differently that you'd thought it would, but at least you discovered that your boyfriend loves to play puzzle.
word count: 11k~
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enjoy! <3
the sun was still burning strongly as you and lando stepped out of McDonald's. it wasn't a special day or anything, he just liked to buy you food and talk while eating, that's it. even your first date two months ago was held in a fast food restaurant, so by now, it was kind of a little tradition. lando held your hand tightly as he walked you to his car in the parking lot, and instead of the usual route to his home, this time, he was driving toward your apartment.
lando has never seen your home before, only through the screen of his phone when you two video called each other. somehow, every time you went out, the night always ended with you in his bed, and never him in yours. it's not like you had a problem with it, no, in fact, you loved to spend time in his house. everything reminded you of him there, obviously, because it's his home. but still, you loved how the smell of his cologne clung onto everything, and you especially loved the big shelves full of his helmets. you always stared at them, and carefully touched them just for a second, not sure if you really could do that at all or not.
this time though, you randomly decided to suggest crashing at your own apartment. he didn't question it, didn't reject it, in fact, he was happy about finally visiting your home, he wasn't even sure why he hasn't done it before, it was silly.
whatever, after about ten minutes of driving, you finally arrived. you quickly made your way up the stairs of the apartment building and the hallway, and you fumbled with the keys as lando's lips were already on your neck. "we probably should get inside first" you giggled and opened the door. "well, welcome to my house, I guess" a small blush creeped onto your cheeks, after all, it was the first time he saw the place you lived in.
"cute place, baby" he smiled, his compliment was honest, he liked the decorations, the way everything was organized, the little pop of colors here and there. he started wandering around a little, checking the paintings on the walls, then walked up to the fridge without any shame. "you got some kind of drinks, or somethin'?" he asked and you laughed softly, "yeah, it's there, make yourself at home, take anything." you told him, but it was clear that he already felt very much at home.
"I'm gonna go and feed the cat real quick, then we can check the bedroom too" you let out once again another tiny giggle, and with that, you left him alone for a few minutes. he wasn't sure what to do, so he decided he'll just sit down somewhere and wait for you. he walked to the living room, wanting to sit on the couch, but when he reached the room, his eyes got caught on the coffee table.
it was covered with scattered pieces of puzzles, maybe half of the whole thing was finished. he tilted his head in curiosity and stepped forward, then crouched down next to the table. he tried to figure out what picture the puzzle made, but since it was only half done, he wasn't sure, only about the fact that it had to be some kind of scenery with water. maybe a lake? or ocean? he didn't know, but he reached out and started to search for a specific piece. just under the shining rays of sun, there was an empty space, the pink fabric of the table cloth showing. he wanted to find that missing little piece, suddenly really determined to put some puzzles in their places.he started with one, a happy little smile forming on his lips as he filled the tiny empty part. it was followed by another, and then yet another piece, he was now sitting cross legged on the floor, figuring out the different colors and shapes of the puzzle pieces.
"I'm hereee, sorry for taking long, the cat literally ruined the carpet on the balcony.. but I dealt with it" you groaned, walking back to him while tying up your hair with a scrunchie you grabbed from the kitchen counter, you left it there in the morning. you wanted to start speaking again, wondering if lando wanted to get in bed and just have his way with you already, but you quickly noticed that he was hunched over the coffee table, seated on the floor, his hands busy moving between the puzzle pieces.
"oh hey, pretty girl, this is one really cool puzzle you've got" he mumbled, not even looking at you, he was nibbling at his bottom lip, sulking softly as the piece he chose for the next empty space was wrong.
"oh, it's just random, found it between my old things, I got it from my granny a long time ago. I was bored yesterday and tried to finish it, but yeah.. it's a bit difficult, too many and tiny parts" you explained, walking up to him, sitting on the couch, facing him as he was at the other side of the table. "it's the baikal lake, though. it's pretty, isn't it?" you picked up the box of the puzzle from under the coffee table, which by the way, he didn't notice and didn't look at to help himself, showing him the picture printed on it.
"oh, it's icy? where is this? is it a real lake?" he asked with genuine curiosity. "yep, it's in russia, the northern part, that's why it's frozen." you explained, then the box back down. "want me to help?" you asked, and already reached to take the piece from between his fingers where he held it. he gave it to you, and you placed it to it's place without a single struggle. "oh c'mon, I've been trying to put this down for minutes!" he rolled his eyes playfully, and it earned him a soft laugh from you, "I'm just smarter, lando" you said with a small smirk on your lips, tapping your fingers against your temple.
"mhm sure, let me prove you wrong," he huffed and focused back on the mess of puzzle in front of him. his brows furrowed every time you placed down a piece as he realized that you were for sure so much better than him at this. he didn't mind it at all though, it was cute, the way you cheered every time you succeeded. "alright, maybe you're better, baby" he chuckled softly, taking one of your hands in his own. be brought it up to his lips and places a soft kiss on your knuckles. you felt your face reddening instantly, it was such a small thing, still such a big gesture in your eyes. "no we're.. we're doing it together, lan.. no one's better.."you smiled, freeing your hand, raising it just enough to brush some hair out of his eyes as he leaned forward.
"do you want me to bring some chips? I have a bag in the pantry, and I think I have some strawberry flavored chocolate too," you suggested, standing up from where you were sitting on the couch. "that'd be amazing, baby" he gave you a big smile, and you ruffled his hair a bit, giggling. his smile was probably the first thing you noticed when you first met him. so bright, so sweet. you loved it, and it didn't matter how many times you've seen it, it always caused your heart to do a little flip. "I'll be right back then." you quickly disappeared in the pantry, looking for the snacks.
meanwhile, lando wanted to create a more comfortable space, thinking about how he wanted you to feel good and comfortable. he grabbed the fluffy blanket which was spread on the couch. he hoped you wouldn't be mad at him for taking it off, but he had something cute planned, so he figured it wouldn't be such a trouble. he placed it on the floor in front of the coffee table, making sure it was neat and not wrinkled. then, he grabbed the pillows too, also placing them on the floor, on top of the blanket. he crated a tiny barricade kind of thing, it honestly looked like a little nest. then, when he was all finished, he sat down crosslegged again in the middle of it all, waiting for you patiently, fidgeting with a piece of puzzle in his hand.
"okay soo, I managed to find the chips, the chocolates, and here are some biscuits too! they are vanilla flavored I think.." you listed as you tried to read the back of the packaging, also trying not to drop everything. "yep, vanilla it is, oh and, kinder! couldn't forget that, baby, you're favorite" you chuckled softly, but as you examined the scene in front of you, finally paying attention to how and where and on top of what he was seated on the floor, your face lit up with a grin, "aw, baby!! this is soo cute!" you immediately flopped down next to him, letting the snacks fall down with you on the blanket. you leaned in and pressed a kiss to his lips, which he gladly accepted, kissing you back, his arms sneaking around your waist. "you're cuter" he mumbled quietly against your lips, which just made you giggle all over again and kiss him some more.
"alright, let's get this bad boy done" you turned to the table again after pulling away from his face, your hands quickly picking through the pieces again. "I think we should start organizing them by colours?" you suggested, looking at him. he wasn't paying attention to the puzzle now, he was just straight up staring at you. "lando!" you whined, and that made him blink rapidly a few times and turn his head toward the table too,"fuck, sorry baby, you know, you're just too pretty" he chuckled, and his compliment made you blush again, but you ignored it with a cheeky smile, then started doing as you told so, organizing the little pieces by all the colors.
"I want that kinder egg.." he whispered as if it was something mischievous, then quickly snatched it away from it's place where it was still in your lap. it made you laugh softly, paying attention to him again, "it's all yours, lando, brought it for you" you said and pressed a quick peck on his face, "open it, wanna see what gift is in it" you nodded toward the chocolate egg in his hand, and he obliged, peeling off the wrapper, then breaking it in half. "aaw, look babe, it's a flower!" he exclaimed, holding out the tiny lego flower which was hidden in the chocolate. "for you, pretty girl" he held it out for you with yet another bright smile, nudging it toward you. you took it with a little laugh, acting as if you were hugging it to yourself, "thank you, babyy" then, you leaned in to kiss him again, hugging him to yourself. after pulling apart, you placed the lego on the table, then you both went back to the puzzle while lando was munching on the chocolate. he offered you a piece of it, and you nodded, so he fed it to you, then you decided to finally open the bag of chips, telling him that now you were craving salty instead.
the sun was setting now, and the living room had dimmed, it was harder to see the so many different colors of the puzzle pieces, so you stood up suddenly. "where are you goin'??" lando asked, grabbing your hand gently, wanting to pull you back. "shh, I'm just getting some fairy lights!" with that, you left the living room again. you didn't leave lando alone for a long time though, because after like two minutes you appeared again, with a long string of fairy lights. "look, I'm gonna put it on the table," you started, then placed the lights on the table over the pieces, and made sure that it's only on the sides of the table, leaving enough room for the puzzle. "like this, aaand.." you clicked the starting button, and the lights flickered awake. they soaked the whole table in light, so now everything was as visible as needed. "done!" you exclaimed happily, flopping back down on the fuzzy blanket. however, lando didn't like the fact that there was such a space between you, even though it wasn't even half a meter, so he scooted behind you, "come on baby, sit in my lap?" he asked softly, and you gladly took the invitation, positioning yourself, getting comfortable in his lap. he then hugged your waist with both arms tightly, buried his face in your neck and just sighed, placing a soft kiss on your neck, just breathing you in. "the lights are really pretty, was a good idea, baby" he mumbled quietly against your skin and you smiled, reaching up to stroke his hair gently, "come on lan, we have like.. ninety percent of this puzzle done!" you then withdrew your fingers from his hair and leaned forward, straining a little because he was hugging you so tightly, but it was more than okay, and started messing with the puzzle pieces again.
lando was barely paying attention to the puzzle now, he was just watching you do it with an adoring gaze, every now and then leaving small kisses on the sides of your neck, or your shoulders. you both forgot about the time, but it was probably pretty late now, because you could feel the temperature drop, and you were shivering a little, even with lando draped over your back. "are you cold, baby?" he asked softly, tightening his arms around your stomach. "yeah.. a bit" you nodded, and then he let go of your tummy, "can I take the other blanket off the couch too?" he asked suddenly, and you nodded, hoping he'd drape it over you, or something. so you lifted yourself off if him so he could stand up. he reached over to the couch, snatching the other blanket off of it, it wasn't as fluffy as the one on the floor, but it felt warm enough, then he sat back down with the soft fabric in his hand. "come sit back, baby" he told and you listened, sitting back into his lap. then, he took the blanket and draped it over your back, tucking the ends together in front of you. he made sure it covered your whole upper body, and then he hugged you from behind again. "better?" he asked, already kissing up your neck again softly. it wasn't sexual at all, no, it was just comforting and sweet. he was so gentle and so loving, it felt like it was warming your whole body up, not just your heart. "yeah, perfect , thank you, baby" you leaned back against him a little, tilting your head back, looking at him, "kiss meee" you whined softly, and he let out a small chuckle, then leaned in, "as you wish,pretty girl," he pressed his lips against yours, kissing you softly, pouring his overflowing love into it.
after a few minutes of just slowly making out, you both finally pulled apart. "think we should finish this puzzle baby, it's almost done" he suggested and you nodded, actually wanting to finish it now, it just needed a little more care and it was done. "mhm, help me then" you said, and already reached over to the table again.
minutes passed by, then hours, the last parts of the puzzle were surprisingly hard to figure out, but you did it. it was finally done, a huge, beautiful picture was now decorating the coffee table. "babyy, it's done, finally!!" you yelped happily, jumping a little in his arms, which made him tighten his arms around you again, holding you in place. "mhm, we did it, it's really pretty.. not as pretty as you are though.." his words caused you to blush faintly once again, "landooo, come on" you giggled and hid your face in your palms, but he quickly pried them away from your cheeks, then leaned in to place soft pecks to both if your pink cheeks. "don't hide from me, you're so cute when you blush" he whispered, which just made you redden even more, you didn't hide again though, it was no use.
A few minutes later, you picked up your phone, wanting to take a picture if the finished puzzle, but your eyes widened as you tapped your phone awake, "two am?? lando, it's literally almost two am.." you said as you turned to him, showing him the time. "oh, well, I guess we had a little too much fun with this thing" he laughed softly, flashing you that pretty smile of his, "aren't you tired?" he asked as he watched you take a few photos of the puzzle. "hmm.. im actually pretty sleepy, and you?" you asked, putting your phone down, nuzzling back into his embrace. "yeah, im sleepy too, should we just go to sleep?" he asked, and you immediately answered with a nod, "yep, I think that's a really good idea.." you giggled and raised to your feet, taking the blanket off of yourself, throwing it carelessly on the couch. lando stood up too, and he followed you as you made your way to the bedroom. you didn't bother cleaning up the mess on the floor, or anything really, that's tomorrows problem.
even though the main reason of coming home was to get in bed and probably ruin the sheets, you were somewhat glad that it's not what happened. this evening with lando was the definition of cozy comfort, worrying about nothing, just messing around with a huge puzzle with him softly latched onto your neck. you enjoyed it so much that you didn't even notice the passing of hours, and he felt the same.
you didn't bother changing into pjs, just took off your jeans, leaving yourself in a shirt and underwear, as lando took off his shirt, leaving himself in his sweatpants. you climbed in bed first, and he followed you, hugging you close to himself as soon you were within reach.
the first time lando slept in your bed wasn't after an intense session, it was after a loving evening of you two just existing together, just spending some quality time with each other.
"I love you so much baby, sleep well.." he mumbled quietly against your hair as his face was pressed against the top of your head, and hummed, nuzzling closer, "I love you too.. so much.." you answered with a sleepy, tired voice. sex was not at all on your mind, in fact, nothing was on your mind except how good lando felt wrapped around you, and how much you loved falling asleep with him. then before either of you could fight it, exhaustion did it's job, and pulled both of you under a quiet, peaceful sleep.
hello there. your fic about lando with the paper flowers was so freaking lovely. and I think you have your way with words when it comes to cute domestic stuff. and I have a little request. I basically have an itch only you can scratch. can you write something where reader and lando have recently started seeing each other and the nights they ended up in bed always happened at lando's place. so one day after a date night they go back to reader's place for the first time. before they can go to her bedroom, lando notices the big unfinished puzzle in her living room and tries to put a piece in its right place. then another. they sit down to place pieces together, thinking they have the whole night. eventually they forget why they were here in the first place and finish the whole puzzle. but it's a really cozy moment and really domestic. by the time they finish they realize it's already morning and instead of having sex they just go to sleep.
it's totally fine if you don't feel like writing it. I know it sounds a bit ridiculous. thanks 💜
THIS IS SO FUCKIN SWEET. it's not ridiculous at all, in fact it's so cute that I just had to write it as soon as I could!! thank you for this lovely request<33
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pairing: lando norris x f!reader
contains: pure fluff, playful banters, lots of kissing, light mention of sexual activities
summary: the hang out ended way differently that you'd thought it would, but at least you discovered that your boyfriend loves to play puzzle.
word count: 11k~
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enjoy! <3
the sun was still burning strongly as you and lando stepped out of McDonald's. it wasn't a special day or anything, he just liked to buy you food and talk while eating, that's it. even your first date two months ago was held in a fast food restaurant, so by now, it was kind of a little tradition. lando held your hand tightly as he walked you to his car in the parking lot, and instead of the usual route to his home, this time, he was driving toward your apartment.
lando has never seen your home before, only through the screen of his phone when you two video called each other. somehow, every time you went out, the night always ended with you in his bed, and never him in yours. it's not like you had a problem with it, no, in fact, you loved to spend time in his house. everything reminded you of him there, obviously, because it's his home. but still, you loved how the smell of his cologne clung onto everything, and you especially loved the big shelves full of his helmets. you always stared at them, and carefully touched them just for a second, not sure if you really could do that at all or not.
this time though, you randomly decided to suggest crashing at your own apartment. he didn't question it, didn't reject it, in fact, he was happy about finally visiting your home, he wasn't even sure why he hasn't done it before, it was silly.
whatever, after about ten minutes of driving, you finally arrived. you quickly made your way up the stairs of the apartment building and the hallway, and you fumbled with the keys as lando's lips were already on your neck. "we probably should get inside first" you giggled and opened the door. "well, welcome to my house, I guess" a small blush creeped onto your cheeks, after all, it was the first time he saw the place you lived in.
"cute place, baby" he smiled, his compliment was honest, he liked the decorations, the way everything was organized, the little pop of colors here and there. he started wandering around a little, checking the paintings on the walls, then walked up to the fridge without any shame. "you got some kind of drinks, or somethin'?" he asked and you laughed softly, "yeah, it's there, make yourself at home, take anything." you told him, but it was clear that he already felt very much at home.
"I'm gonna go and feed the cat real quick, then we can check the bedroom too" you let out once again another tiny giggle, and with that, you left him alone for a few minutes. he wasn't sure what to do, so he decided he'll just sit down somewhere and wait for you. he walked to the living room, wanting to sit on the couch, but when he reached the room, his eyes got caught on the coffee table.
it was covered with scattered pieces of puzzles, maybe half of the whole thing was finished. he tilted his head in curiosity and stepped forward, then crouched down next to the table. he tried to figure out what picture the puzzle made, but since it was only half done, he wasn't sure, only about the fact that it had to be some kind of scenery with water. maybe a lake? or ocean? he didn't know, but he reached out and started to search for a specific piece. just under the shining rays of sun, there was an empty space, the pink fabric of the table cloth showing. he wanted to find that missing little piece, suddenly really determined to put some puzzles in their places.he started with one, a happy little smile forming on his lips as he filled the tiny empty part. it was followed by another, and then yet another piece, he was now sitting cross legged on the floor, figuring out the different colors and shapes of the puzzle pieces.
"I'm hereee, sorry for taking long, the cat literally ruined the carpet on the balcony.. but I dealt with it" you groaned, walking back to him while tying up your hair with a scrunchie you grabbed from the kitchen counter, you left it there in the morning. you wanted to start speaking again, wondering if lando wanted to get in bed and just have his way with you already, but you quickly noticed that he was hunched over the coffee table, seated on the floor, his hands busy moving between the puzzle pieces.
"oh hey, pretty girl, this is one really cool puzzle you've got" he mumbled, not even looking at you, he was nibbling at his bottom lip, sulking softly as the piece he chose for the next empty space was wrong.
"oh, it's just random, found it between my old things, I got it from my granny a long time ago. I was bored yesterday and tried to finish it, but yeah.. it's a bit difficult, too many and tiny parts" you explained, walking up to him, sitting on the couch, facing him as he was at the other side of the table. "it's the baikal lake, though. it's pretty, isn't it?" you picked up the box of the puzzle from under the coffee table, which by the way, he didn't notice and didn't look at to help himself, showing him the picture printed on it.
"oh, it's icy? where is this? is it a real lake?" he asked with genuine curiosity. "yep, it's in russia, the northern part, that's why it's frozen." you explained, then the box back down. "want me to help?" you asked, and already reached to take the piece from between his fingers where he held it. he gave it to you, and you placed it to it's place without a single struggle. "oh c'mon, I've been trying to put this down for minutes!" he rolled his eyes playfully, and it earned him a soft laugh from you, "I'm just smarter, lando" you said with a small smirk on your lips, tapping your fingers against your temple.
"mhm sure, let me prove you wrong," he huffed and focused back on the mess of puzzle in front of him. his brows furrowed every time you placed down a piece as he realized that you were for sure so much better than him at this. he didn't mind it at all though, it was cute, the way you cheered every time you succeeded. "alright, maybe you're better, baby" he chuckled softly, taking one of your hands in his own. be brought it up to his lips and places a soft kiss on your knuckles. you felt your face reddening instantly, it was such a small thing, still such a big gesture in your eyes. "no we're.. we're doing it together, lan.. no one's better.."you smiled, freeing your hand, raising it just enough to brush some hair out of his eyes as he leaned forward.
"do you want me to bring some chips? I have a bag in the pantry, and I think I have some strawberry flavored chocolate too," you suggested, standing up from where you were sitting on the couch. "that'd be amazing, baby" he gave you a big smile, and you ruffled his hair a bit, giggling. his smile was probably the first thing you noticed when you first met him. so bright, so sweet. you loved it, and it didn't matter how many times you've seen it, it always caused your heart to do a little flip. "I'll be right back then." you quickly disappeared in the pantry, looking for the snacks.
meanwhile, lando wanted to create a more comfortable space, thinking about how he wanted you to feel good and comfortable. he grabbed the fluffy blanket which was spread on the couch. he hoped you wouldn't be mad at him for taking it off, but he had something cute planned, so he figured it wouldn't be such a trouble. he placed it on the floor in front of the coffee table, making sure it was neat and not wrinkled. then, he grabbed the pillows too, also placing them on the floor, on top of the blanket. he crated a tiny barricade kind of thing, it honestly looked like a little nest. then, when he was all finished, he sat down crosslegged again in the middle of it all, waiting for you patiently, fidgeting with a piece of puzzle in his hand.
"okay soo, I managed to find the chips, the chocolates, and here are some biscuits too! they are vanilla flavored I think.." you listed as you tried to read the back of the packaging, also trying not to drop everything. "yep, vanilla it is, oh and, kinder! couldn't forget that, baby, you're favorite" you chuckled softly, but as you examined the scene in front of you, finally paying attention to how and where and on top of what he was seated on the floor, your face lit up with a grin, "aw, baby!! this is soo cute!" you immediately flopped down next to him, letting the snacks fall down with you on the blanket. you leaned in and pressed a kiss to his lips, which he gladly accepted, kissing you back, his arms sneaking around your waist. "you're cuter" he mumbled quietly against your lips, which just made you giggle all over again and kiss him some more.
"alright, let's get this bad boy done" you turned to the table again after pulling away from his face, your hands quickly picking through the pieces again. "I think we should start organizing them by colours?" you suggested, looking at him. he wasn't paying attention to the puzzle now, he was just straight up staring at you. "lando!" you whined, and that made him blink rapidly a few times and turn his head toward the table too,"fuck, sorry baby, you know, you're just too pretty" he chuckled, and his compliment made you blush again, but you ignored it with a cheeky smile, then started doing as you told so, organizing the little pieces by all the colors.
"I want that kinder egg.." he whispered as if it was something mischievous, then quickly snatched it away from it's place where it was still in your lap. it made you laugh softly, paying attention to him again, "it's all yours, lando, brought it for you" you said and pressed a quick peck on his face, "open it, wanna see what gift is in it" you nodded toward the chocolate egg in his hand, and he obliged, peeling off the wrapper, then breaking it in half. "aaw, look babe, it's a flower!" he exclaimed, holding out the tiny lego flower which was hidden in the chocolate. "for you, pretty girl" he held it out for you with yet another bright smile, nudging it toward you. you took it with a little laugh, acting as if you were hugging it to yourself, "thank you, babyy" then, you leaned in to kiss him again, hugging him to yourself. after pulling apart, you placed the lego on the table, then you both went back to the puzzle while lando was munching on the chocolate. he offered you a piece of it, and you nodded, so he fed it to you, then you decided to finally open the bag of chips, telling him that now you were craving salty instead.
the sun was setting now, and the living room had dimmed, it was harder to see the so many different colors of the puzzle pieces, so you stood up suddenly. "where are you goin'??" lando asked, grabbing your hand gently, wanting to pull you back. "shh, I'm just getting some fairy lights!" with that, you left the living room again. you didn't leave lando alone for a long time though, because after like two minutes you appeared again, with a long string of fairy lights. "look, I'm gonna put it on the table," you started, then placed the lights on the table over the pieces, and made sure that it's only on the sides of the table, leaving enough room for the puzzle. "like this, aaand.." you clicked the starting button, and the lights flickered awake. they soaked the whole table in light, so now everything was as visible as needed. "done!" you exclaimed happily, flopping back down on the fuzzy blanket. however, lando didn't like the fact that there was such a space between you, even though it wasn't even half a meter, so he scooted behind you, "come on baby, sit in my lap?" he asked softly, and you gladly took the invitation, positioning yourself, getting comfortable in his lap. he then hugged your waist with both arms tightly, buried his face in your neck and just sighed, placing a soft kiss on your neck, just breathing you in. "the lights are really pretty, was a good idea, baby" he mumbled quietly against your skin and you smiled, reaching up to stroke his hair gently, "come on lan, we have like.. ninety percent of this puzzle done!" you then withdrew your fingers from his hair and leaned forward, straining a little because he was hugging you so tightly, but it was more than okay, and started messing with the puzzle pieces again.
lando was barely paying attention to the puzzle now, he was just watching you do it with an adoring gaze, every now and then leaving small kisses on the sides of your neck, or your shoulders. you both forgot about the time, but it was probably pretty late now, because you could feel the temperature drop, and you were shivering a little, even with lando draped over your back. "are you cold, baby?" he asked softly, tightening his arms around your stomach. "yeah.. a bit" you nodded, and then he let go of your tummy, "can I take the other blanket off the couch too?" he asked suddenly, and you nodded, hoping he'd drape it over you, or something. so you lifted yourself off if him so he could stand up. he reached over to the couch, snatching the other blanket off of it, it wasn't as fluffy as the one on the floor, but it felt warm enough, then he sat back down with the soft fabric in his hand. "come sit back, baby" he told and you listened, sitting back into his lap. then, he took the blanket and draped it over your back, tucking the ends together in front of you. he made sure it covered your whole upper body, and then he hugged you from behind again. "better?" he asked, already kissing up your neck again softly. it wasn't sexual at all, no, it was just comforting and sweet. he was so gentle and so loving, it felt like it was warming your whole body up, not just your heart. "yeah, perfect , thank you, baby" you leaned back against him a little, tilting your head back, looking at him, "kiss meee" you whined softly, and he let out a small chuckle, then leaned in, "as you wish,pretty girl," he pressed his lips against yours, kissing you softly, pouring his overflowing love into it.
after a few minutes of just slowly making out, you both finally pulled apart. "think we should finish this puzzle baby, it's almost done" he suggested and you nodded, actually wanting to finish it now, it just needed a little more care and it was done. "mhm, help me then" you said, and already reached over to the table again.
minutes passed by, then hours, the last parts of the puzzle were surprisingly hard to figure out, but you did it. it was finally done, a huge, beautiful picture was now decorating the coffee table. "babyy, it's done, finally!!" you yelped happily, jumping a little in his arms, which made him tighten his arms around you again, holding you in place. "mhm, we did it, it's really pretty.. not as pretty as you are though.." his words caused you to blush faintly once again, "landooo, come on" you giggled and hid your face in your palms, but he quickly pried them away from your cheeks, then leaned in to place soft pecks to both if your pink cheeks. "don't hide from me, you're so cute when you blush" he whispered, which just made you redden even more, you didn't hide again though, it was no use.
A few minutes later, you picked up your phone, wanting to take a picture if the finished puzzle, but your eyes widened as you tapped your phone awake, "two am?? lando, it's literally almost two am.." you said as you turned to him, showing him the time. "oh, well, I guess we had a little too much fun with this thing" he laughed softly, flashing you that pretty smile of his, "aren't you tired?" he asked as he watched you take a few photos of the puzzle. "hmm.. im actually pretty sleepy, and you?" you asked, putting your phone down, nuzzling back into his embrace. "yeah, im sleepy too, should we just go to sleep?" he asked, and you immediately answered with a nod, "yep, I think that's a really good idea.." you giggled and raised to your feet, taking the blanket off of yourself, throwing it carelessly on the couch. lando stood up too, and he followed you as you made your way to the bedroom. you didn't bother cleaning up the mess on the floor, or anything really, that's tomorrows problem.
even though the main reason of coming home was to get in bed and probably ruin the sheets, you were somewhat glad that it's not what happened. this evening with lando was the definition of cozy comfort, worrying about nothing, just messing around with a huge puzzle with him softly latched onto your neck. you enjoyed it so much that you didn't even notice the passing of hours, and he felt the same.
you didn't bother changing into pjs, just took off your jeans, leaving yourself in a shirt and underwear, as lando took off his shirt, leaving himself in his sweatpants. you climbed in bed first, and he followed you, hugging you close to himself as soon you were within reach.
the first time lando slept in your bed wasn't after an intense session, it was after a loving evening of you two just existing together, just spending some quality time with each other.
"I love you so much baby, sleep well.." he mumbled quietly against your hair as his face was pressed against the top of your head, and hummed, nuzzling closer, "I love you too.. so much.." you answered with a sleepy, tired voice. sex was not at all on your mind, in fact, nothing was on your mind except how good lando felt wrapped around you, and how much you loved falling asleep with him. then before either of you could fight it, exhaustion did it's job, and pulled both of you under a quiet, peaceful sleep.
