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very clearly a draft. i wanna eat this man whole. minors leave i beg of you <3.

the aftermath of the fia awards was, to put it mildly, exhausting for lando. though he thoroughly enjoyed celebrating the unique achievement that was the constructors championship, this same award also meant having to miss out on a few much needed longed for days of his offseason— which he’d much rather spend caressing his girlfriend and making up for all the lost time while he’d been at the motorhome rather than in their shared bed.

you didn’t have much to say other than praise, especially when such an eloquent award was being handed to your boyfriend’s team. there was nothing other than pride clouding your mind, and a heartwarming sensation taking over your chest.

you also didn’t have much to say when you saw your boyfriend in the suit tailored especially for the most prestigious event of the season, along with the fresh haircut that sent your head into a frenzy.

“somethin’ wrong, darling?” the teasing tone of his voice almost made you want to roll your eyes, but the way his hand combed through his hair, his signature smile adorning his face, made your knees involuntarily weaken, gulping with a slow shake of your head.

it had all happened way too quickly. the movement and tight grip of his hands onto your hips, dragging you onto his lap as he fell back onto the couch on the living room of your flat. the crash of his lips on yours, hands slowly traveling to the flesh of your ass before he gave a possessive squeeze.

“what’s got you all worked up, hm?” oh, he was mean. he was well aware of the effect he had on you, his voice taunting, almost daring you to voice the dirty thoughts that were crossing your mind at the sight of him.

having him impossibly close wasn’t doing much to help your case either, and lando knew you well enough to distinguish that remarkable lustful glint in your eyes, as well as the obvious damp feel of your panties over his dress pants.

“can’t believe everyone got to see my boyfriend in this suit,” your voice almost came out as a whine, your hands gently tracing over his clothed chest, which you desperately seemed to want to claw at, evident by the lick of your lips and the subtle grind onto his lap.

“who’d i come home to, though, hm?” the smirk on his lips and his mocking tone was borderline intoxicating, the ghostly touches of his hands over your hips were possessive, and the way you moved your hips onto his was too much for both of you yet not nearly enough.

“shut up, just kiss me.” you managed to mumble with a soft gasp before desperately encapsulating your lips with his, messily enough where spit was exchanged, your hips rolling onto his with a newfound desperation and neediness that you had been neglecting during the season.

lando was enjoying this more than you were, by far, so much so that his dress pants were beginning to become a burden, yet the friction of your clothed core and his pants were hogging his brain to the point where thinking of anything else would be impossible, the desperation and built up desire not allowing either of you to discard your clothes.

it was messy, of course, the way your hips were rolling onto his groin, wanting to feel him inside– yet the friction from the fabric added an intoxicating pleasure you would never allow yourself to deny. your hands were placed on his shoulders for stability, nails leaving marks as a moan found its way into the desperate kiss.

lando pulled away momentarily, while still guiding your hips to quickly roll onto his quickly, seeing your contorted face in pleasure egged him on to begin to kiss down your jaw, then down to your neck, biting slightly into the skin, just enough for a bruise to appear.

he was getting more impatient by the second, and all his mind could focus on was the movement onto him, his hips involuntarily thrusting upwards which caused a loud moan to slip from your mouth, the added pleasure bringing you closer to a release.

lando hated to admit how a woman of your caliber could make him so incredibly weak, to the point of grinding onto each other as only animals would, to the point of almost reaching an orgasm like a teenager would– cumming in his pants.

you sped up to the point where your breaths were ragged, eyes rolling to the back of your head as you clung to your boyfriend’s shoulders while he continued thrusting upwards through shaky groans.

“atta girl, gonna make me cum in my pants, aren’t you?” his words were taunting, but so attractive when he was humping you like he’d pass out if he didn’t release soon– he was utterly addicted to the feeling, mumbling praise while he felt himself get closer to his climax, noticing the way your movements began go falter with a string of whines.

“lan– please,” you whimpered out while desperately holding onto his tuxedo like your life depended on it, mumbling a final plea before pleasure overtook your body, spilling your juices onto your panties and coincidentally, his dress pants.

“let go for me, princess, i got you.” he spoke through another babble of soft words, though he was just as gone as you were, letting out a shaky groan before releasing into his pants, a sigh escaping his lips as his chest began to rise and fall with adrenaline. “fuck, couldn’t even wait till tomorrow, huh?”

crack, fluff, very suggestive & borderline smut.

content porn with minimal plot, dirty talk, penetration, pr!reader, unprotected sex.

ideally, being lando norris’ public relations manager wouldn’t have to be such a chore. covering up every scandal, from the miami party rumors to every offhanded bratty comment he continued making to the media despite acknowledging their overdramatic reactions and nitpicky behavior.

sometimes you couldn’t help but wonder if his overly loose mouth was a product of his lack of media training, or simply because he rather enjoyed eliciting a reaction out of you. quickly skimping behind him, throwing apologies across the room for your boss’ uncanny comments.

also ideally, the snarky and arrogant comments he made into the reporters’ microphones, wouldn’t end up with you pinned against the wall of his motorhome. somehow the line between professionalism and carnal desire began to blur over the course of your laboral relationship, ending up in a mess of teeth clashing together, desperate hands roaming the other’s body in an attempt to earn satisfaction, along with a string of pornographic sounds that could easily be depicted from a sexual film.

“lando, you need to be more careful.” your voice was faint and exhasperated, interrupted by his harsh thrusts that caused you to almost hiccup after every word, shaky hands tangled into his hair, tugging at the sweaty curls just barely.

“that’s why i got you, huh?” his tone dripped of faux sweetness, a tint of mockery hidden under the charming english accent that made your head spin with every small undertone or enunciation.

“don’t do anything stupid—” you cut yourself off with a loud moan, gasping for air as his lips commenced their nip on your neck, peppering love marks where his teeth slightly bit down. “—is all i’m saying.” you managed to finish your sentence with a pant.

“well,” he managed to mumble against your collarbone, pausing momentarily to direct his gaze to yours, a small smirk evidenly spreading across his lips. “too late for that now, hm?” his voice came out in a lustful tone, seductive, even. he acted as if you weren’t completely at his mercy, waiting for his wandering hands to make their way to where you needed them the most.

it was almost pathetic, truly. the way you melted under his touch, fog clouding every ounce of judgement you ever thought you had, soft mewls escaping your pursed lips at every ghastly touch; hands gripping your hips in a possessive manner, pulling you impossibly closer with a shaky breath.

“oh shut up,” you breathed out, sentence ending up in more of a moan rather than a strong imposition, tone of voice betraying the supposed thread of self control that still seemed to reign within you.

“me?” he scoffed, rolling his eyes playfully. you knew you were playing with fire, evident in the way his eyes seemed to darken with every teasing word thrown his way, constructed to perfection to keep luring him.

you were like a siren to him, so irresistibly beautiful he couldn’t help to shove his cock down your throat after a while of getting to know you, stuff you full of his cum while having you moan out his name in an utter haze.

could you blame him? seeing you walk around the paddock with those tiny skirts and mclaren team shirts that occasionally, and quite coincidentally, had his number on them, made him grow possessive of you, a growing thirst he could only cure with his tongue on your cunt.

which is how you seemed to always end up in this situation, pinned against the wall of his motorhome with his cock shoved inside your dripping pussy. your panties were somewhere in the room, torn apart by the same veiny hand that held your hips in place to thrust deeper inside of you, making sure to hit every sweet spot he seemed to memorize after each encounter, lips openly peppering kisses along your jaw and neck, leaving a trail of purple bites as a reminder.

“so good for me,” he whispered, more of an affirmation to himself if he was to be completely honest. “wouldn’t want anyone else to fuck. beauty and brains, hm?” you were sure he never learned how to keep his pretty mouth shut, but you clearly weren’t complaining as your slick coated his cock perfectly with an encouragement of each word from him.

“please, lan.” you moaned out in a higher pitched tone than usual, head thrown back as he continued rutting his hips at a quick pace, a hand now trailing to your neck, gripping barely enough to increase your growing pleasure, another hand holding your hips tightly as a series of low groans escaped his lips.

“let go for me, darling. i got you,” he continued talking in a low voice, huffing as he pistoned his hips quicker, the sound of skin slapping accompanied with a louder moan from you, his lips carefully biting your collarbone.

“i’m, fuck—” you cut yourself off with a loud moan, needless to say your juices quickly coated his dick with a white ring of your juices as your orgasm washed over you, body slightly shaking.

with one final thrust and a few words you couldn’t quite make out in the haze of your post orgasm state, he came inside of you, shooting ropes of cum into your puffy cunt, continuing to rut into you momentarily to make sure it stayed inside deep inside, like a reminder.

“told you to be more careful.” you breathed out.

cont: smut, not proofread and very rushed.

summary: your boyfriend, lando norris, had made a promise to the rest of his friends to meet at a pub in honor of his home race, though that promise is hanging on by a thread as soon as he catches a glimpse of your silk dress.

author’s note: YUPP second post !! this is not proofread so Sorry if it gets repetitive yall

getting out of your flat with your boyfriend was always a chore, especially when the thin straps of your dress threatened to slip off your shoulders, the elegant yet casual dress had you immediately noticing a pair of eyes burning on your back, your breath hitching in your throat as you eyed yourself up and down in the mirror, making it impossible to avoid meeting his gaze out of the corner of your eye.

“baby,” you felt footsteps approaching behind your back, a pair of arms snaking around your torso with such ease and warmth, his chin landing on the top of your head as he pressed a soft kiss to the side of your head. “you look amazing.” his hands started to travel over your body, over your waist, ghosting down to your ass, kneading your skin delicately.

“lando,” there was a hint of warning in your voice, a shaky breath escaping your lips as his hands kneaded the skin on your ass, his lips traveling down to your neck, immediately causing your head to tilt to the side in order to give him more access, your hand reaching up to tug at his curls.

“shh, just relax, darling.” the accent on the tip of his tongue made your knees grow weak, you would never grow old of hearing him call you endearing terms. you couldn’t, not when his touch tingled on your skin in such a heavenly manner, causing your heartbeat to quicken slightly at the intensity.

you attempted to relax, engulfing yourself in the feeling of his wet lips on your skin, trailing open mouthed kisses and nipping at your skin in a manner that would surely start to bruise soon, your fingers tangling in his already messy curls. yet the tick of the clock managed to bother you, knowing his friends– or acquaintances were waiting for him at the pub they’d agreed to over the phone earlier this morning, and it was certainly not proper to appear fashionably late, even if lando’s hands on your skin and the bulge starting to press against you made you want to stay home all evening.

as soon as his touch reached your thigh over your silk dress, you let out a soft pleasurable sigh which only set your boyfriend off, a slight smirk starting to appear on his lips as he caressed every inch of your skin. before his hand roamed further, you used all your willpower to turn on your heel, now facing him. he was quick to adapt to your new position, keeping his arms around your torso; you leaned upwards to reach him, ghosting over his lips before whispering;

“we’re late.”

“tease.”

the lift ride down from your flat was unbearable. to your surprise, lando barely spoke which was awfully unusual, though his touch and constant gaze said everything his words didn’t. keeping one of his hands around your waist, tightly gripping your body as he alternated between your hips and your ass.

you weren’t stupid. and neither was he. he knew the game you were playing all too well, and he was willing to give in if it meant he got to touch you, got to have you in your entirety. he was desperate for your touch, but he knew you needed your fix as well, you were his spoiled girlfriend after all.

as soon as you were finally in the car, you set your purse down on the dashboard before you felt his hand grip your thigh tightly, giving you a certain look before returning his gaze towards the road, continuing on the way to the pub, now cursing and regretting his decision to meet his friends and show them around.

his hand started to slide dangerously up your thigh, tempting you to speak up and ask him for what you needed already, his fingers inside of you, his cock, anything. you were desperate. his hand on your thigh making your thoughts wonder to anywhere but the pub reunion.

“please,” you spoke softly, your voice dripping of sweetness and desire, your eyes locked on his hand which continued to move up to where you needed him the most, fingers ghosting over your wet core, managing to feel the dampness through the thin layer of clothes covering your cunt.

“anything for you, pretty girl.” he glanced over at you momentarily with a cocky smirk, biting down on his bottom lip gently, his eyes filled with lust as he continued tracing his fingers over your wetness.

he effortlessly pulled your panties to the side while attempting to stay focused on the road, his white knuckled grip on the steering wheel with his left hand, his breath hitching in his throat as he felt your unclothed cunt, almost dripping for him.

“drippin’, aren’t you?” he whispered, almost to himself as you let out a soft moan upon the feeling of his fingers tracing you, before they finally entered you with an almost ponographic moan on your behalf, gripping onto his wrist with your left hand for support, though he skillfully worked two fingers inside of you, painfully slowly starting to pump his fingers.

“lando, please.” who was he to deny you of the pleasure you wanted the most? two of his fingers pumped into you, your body giving into his touch as your hips began to rock onto his hand, letting out soft whimpers, your head leaning into the headrest as your mouth opened in a small ‘o’ shape.

“that’s it, baby.” he cooed, his voice teasing, looking over at you for a moment before his eyes returned to the steering wheel and the road, almost mocking the way you were about to come undone all over his fingers in a matter of minutes, your tight grip on his wrist making the tent of his pants impossible to bear, shifting slightly in the drivers seat in an attempt to relieve some tension. “there you go.”

your grip on his wrist was harsh, just proving your desire to have him speed up. he took the hint, he knows you too well. the way your hips bucked into his fingers, the way your breaths sped up, your chest rising up and down as a series of mewls and whimpers filled the car.

“lan, i’m about to—”

“i know, darling.”

and with a final moan, and a tight grip on his wrist, nails digging into his skin harshly as his hand sped up, fingers pumping curling of you at a perfect pace, you reached your high accompanied by a high pitched moan, soft praises left your boyfriend’s mouth which you couldn’t quite make out, your brain fogged with the feeling of haze and dizziness, spilling onto the leather chair and all over his hand with a final whimper.

he pulled his fingers out of your cunt, dragging them up to his mouth before painfully slowly licking his fingers clean, his desire for you only increasing with every lick.

you were so distracted you hadn’t even noticed he’d already pulled into the parking lot.

“we’re late.”

cont: very suggestive borderline smut, fluff, corny, not proofread.

summary: just boyfriend lando and implied austria race weekend & silverstone.

author’s note: first post ever kinda nervy?? i’m scared guys. be nice to me i beg? i was thinking of doing one of these for charles