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congrats you've successfully bullied TWO people of the internet due to your insane obsession with animals, calling other wh*res, outing sexual trauma, having a gossip page cause you don't get attention irl and stalk an entire discord server and coincidently vague post about whatever people talk about there. spoiler alert its NOT you.
if you bring others up stop being surprised when they do it back. maybe if you focused all that energy on your self, your brain cells might decide to power up and work some more. xx
not sorry your lonely tbh if you're going after soo many people thinking their alts that says alot about you then you think it does 🤓🫵
bro is mad obsessed 🙏 I don’t care about your fake ass girlfriend, no one does mate, stop yapping your big ass mouth off and bringing my woman into shit that has nothing to do with her
yeah me (a bisexual man) and my girlfriend (also bisexual) are homophobic, but who purposefully misgendered again as a form of hostility????? ohhhh right! viv!
and the second person, a) who are you
and b) why are you talking about our sex lives LMAO imagine being this much of a loser that you think how much sex we have equated to our worth? it’s good to know you’re that much of a gross person though!
also “than you get from your own hand” why are you talking about how I wank 🙏
ain’t no way on skibidi, you are still not talking about frankie, she’s LEFT lmaooooo 😭
btw one of the girls you’re grouping together (assuming you mean their whole online group is Lan’s sister, who’s a minor, so odd to think about her in that context, but weird!)
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frankie didn’t have a chance to post her goodbye message before she deactivate, so im doing it for her!
she’s been on this app since February 2024, she loved it here. it was her safe space where she could write things and makes friends, and then things went downhill.
not asking people to hate or anything but the environment around her has been built up of death and r*pe threats, incredibly harsh sexist language, wishing death on her unborn child, and worse, more unmentionable things.
she loved it here, she really did, and it’s a shame she’s had to go, but behind the account, there was a girl who could only take so much.
no matter what she did, the threats she got, no one would wish in anyone in real life.
she did enjoy writing, she used to, but it’s become like an unmentionable for her now, something she doesn’t wanna do ever again, and she won’t.
she’s not coming back, there is no possibility, she isn’t going to download this app again.
so, im posting this for her it’s her old tags so you can say your bye and she can see it from the people who did care :)
can u make a fic where low-key high-key he has a girlfriend who’s obsessed with mangoes and she’s pregnant and he gets her a basket with mango themed shit coz yk how people do like babies are the size of “this fruit/veg” but make it mangoes coz yes why not thanks broski 🥶
MANGO NECTAR
warnings: none! :)
pairing: lando norris x fem!reader
The air was warm, a faint, almost undetectable breeze drifting through the bedroom, mixed with the sound of soft breathing, and the light tinkling of Y/n - Lando’s wife - in the bathroom.
He was lying in bed, the duvet draped lazily over his legs and stomach, his phone propped in one hand, the other slung behind his head.
“Babe, you done yet?” he called, dragging his eyes from his phone screen for just a second, his finger hovering over it.
“Just a sec,” she called back, placing her night cream back into the cupboard, and shutting it with a soft‘click’.
Lando’s favourite time of day with his wife was night time, not for the obvious (and dirty) reason, but the comfort of it.
The way her voice went all soft and dreamy, snuggled in her little night gowns with their wispy lace and whatnot.
He loved it. He loved her.
Lando hummed in response, moving his eyes from the soft yellow glow of the bathroom door, and back to his phone.
A sigh fell from his lips, not for any particular reason, sliding his finger up the screen.
‘Top ten reasons why you should buy-‘
He had enough things already.
‘The top 3 best McLarens to invest in-‘
He probably had them already.
‘Why Lando Norris will never be a Formula One WDC-‘
Rude?
Lando rolled his eyes, dragging his finger across his screen once more, like an automatic switch.
‘My girlfriend is pregnant and-‘
Wait. He wasn’t 100% sure what made him not scroll, watching on as a man came onto screen, a woven basket with an assortment of perfumes, body scrubs, sweets and foods laid neatly inside.
“At her current stage, her baby would be the size of an avocado,” the man in the video held up a real avocado, “and here’s what I’m doing for her,”
He had to do it.
Signing, he turned off his phone and placed it on the bedside table, before he rolled back onto his back, staring at the ceiling,
Tomorrow, his plan would begin.
“Hi baby,”
Y/n’s voice pulled him from his thoughts as she walked out of the bathroom, the faint yellow light almost giving her a goddess-like glow.
Her hair was wet, droplets splayed across his bare arms and shoulders, the rest of her body wrapped enticingly beneath her towel.
Still, beneath the fluffy material, the faint bump was present, if you looked close enough.
Lando thought it made Y/n look like the most beautiful girl in the world. He was right.
His eyes followed the girl as she moved to her vanity, picking up her hair brush from the side, rakingg it through her hair softly.
Lando sat up, resting his chin on his hand as he stared, watching how graceful she looked, like a renaissance painting, right there.
Her eyes found Lando’e in the mirror, a faint brush creeping up to the apples of her cheeks, her teeth coming to sink into the cushion of her lower lip.
He smiled back, moving the duvet off of his legs as he stood up, walking silently to her chair.
No words were spoken as he laced his fingers with hers, taking the brush from her grasp, and leaning down to press a soft, chaste kiss to her cheek.
Y/n’s lashes fluttered as her eyes closed, the feeling of his fingers running through her hair, brushing softly.
It felt like bliss.
And tomorrow, Lando’s plan would begin.
He woke up before Y/n, turning his head silently to look at her, the soft rise and fall of her chest, the baby bump hidden beneath one of his old t-shirts.
Gorgeous.
He was careful not to wake her as he slipped out of bed, running his hands through his messy morning hair, and scribbling across a note.
Had to pop out to grab some snacks, back later! Love you, gorgeous xxx
It was vague, but not too vague, and he really was going to the store anyways.
He shut the front door as quietly as he could, sliding into the front seat of his car, a hoodie thrown over his body with some joggers.
He had the hood pulled up too, the last thing he wanted was to attract attention.
His fingers drummed on the steering wheel as he slowed at a red light, eyes scanning the round. This was oddly….exciting.
“Ah- fuck,” he muttered, realising he’d forgotten one key thing - what fruit/vegetable size the baby was.
Rolling his eyes at his own stupidity, he took out his phone, eyes flickering to the lights every few minutes as he typed into the search bar.
19 weeks pregnant - a mango.
Lando smiled, sliding the device back into his pocket - that was a coincidence.
Y/n loved mangoes, she always raved on about mango smoothies, mango fruit bowls, mango this, mango that, and this was Lando’s perfect chance.
He walked into the store, a basket in his hand, gaze low as he walked past some old ladies, no clear plan in his mind.
“Face masks,” he muttered to himself, walking to the self-care aisle, looking through the various flavours.
Avocado, blueberry, mixed berries, pineapple, aloe vera, ginger- wait, that was a thing?
Lando put the little packet down, mentally scolding himself for getting distracted, before his gaze finally landed on it - the little yellow packet. Bingo.
How many would she need, though?
“Fuck it,” he muttered, grabbing four and thrusting it into his basket.
His eyes scanned the countless aisles as he walked down, grabbing a big woven basket to place all his goodies in, that would be helpful.
Lip balm - mango flavoured.
Face masks - mango flavoured.
Gum - mango flavoured.
Candies - mango flavoured.
He had an assortment of things, ranging from candles, to jewellery even, all the same, gorgeous orangey-yellow shade that mangoes were.
Finally, he carried the now very heavy basket to the counter, placing it on the side as the lady took it from him, scanning the first item.
“I’m guessing your girlfriend likes mangoes,” the woman chuckled, staring at the assortment of various beauty products, they certainly weren’t for him.
Lando chuckled, scratching the back of his neck.
“Wife,” he corrected as the woman raised her brows, a smile on her face, “and yeah, she’s pregnant. Just getting…some stuff together for her,”
“Well,” the woman smiled, “you’re a good one for doing all this for her,” she waved at the items, bagging it all up for him as he nodded.
Lando didn’t know her, yet the compliment felt…oddly personal.
With a final nod, he took the bags, one in each hand, and walked back towards his car, placing them neatly in the boot.
He slipped his phone from his pocket as he walked to the drivers side, peering at the time. 11:36am. Y/n would be awake by now.
That, and he had a message from her too, reading: hi baby, got your message! be back soon, love youuuuu x
Lando smiled to himself, replying with a red heart, stuffing his phone back into his pocket - every word from Y/n was like a constant reminder of why he’d married her.
The drive back home was calming, yet nervous.
Getting his ‘loot’ past Y/n’s eagle eyes would be hard, but he had to do it.
The car rolled into the driveway, the gravel crunching underneath the tyres as he pulls to a stop, turning the engine off.
Without a word, Lando exited the car, taking the house keys out, and turning them into the lock, grabbing the two bags.
And, as predicted, Y/n was on the scene immediately.
“Hi baby,” he wrapped his arms round her, purposefully slinging the bags round her bag as he kissed her, a chaste kiss, gently pressing against her lips.
She hummed into the kiss, pulling away and resting her head onto his chest, his heart softly thumping beneath her ear.
“What’d you get?” she mumbled as Lando transferred the bags to one hand, using the other to brush her hair softly from her face.
“Snacks,” he mumbled, walking her backwards to the kitchen, keeping her gaze on him as he nudged the two bags behind the counter, and producing two packets of Kinder bars.
They were his diversion to keep her from seeing what he’d actually gone out to bought, unwrapping one of the bars.
“Got a date with some of the girls,” Y/n broke off a square of the chocolate, placing it onto her tongue with a content sigh.
“Yeah? Leavin’ me just when I came back,” he clutched his chest in mock hurt, though mentally, he was over the moon.
He had time to sort everything out, and make sure he had the basket ready for when she came back.
Perfect.
“Haven’t seen them for ages,” Y/n said, adjusting the old t-shirt she was still in as Lando sighed - again, fake.
“If you must,” he teased, handing her the last square and chucking the rest of the bars into the snack cupboard.
“Quit annoying me!” Y/n giggled, looking at Lando through the mirror her vanity.
He’d been pulling faces at her through the reflection as she did her make-up, her thick brush poised on her cheekbones, dusted in a light coating of pink powder.
“I’m not,” he gave her a wicked grin, idly playing with the bed sheets beside his legs, twisting and tugging gently.
The girl rolled her eyes, going back to fixing her make up, one hand running through her hair as she stared at herself, giving the full look a once over.
“How do I look?” she asked anxiously, turning to face her husband, who had been sitting on the edge of the bed, staring.
“You look gorgeous baby,” Lando stood up, taking her in from where he stood.
She looked like a damn queen.
The dress she wore looked amazing, complimenting all her features whilst also keeping a summer-y type of look.
The dress was long, to her knees, with straps on her shoulder, a little ribbon on the back of her head to compliment it.
“So gorgeous…” he moved to stand behind her, his hands coming to her hair, gently guiding it all over one shoulder so he could press a kiss to her shoulder.
His hands were on her bare skin, moving the strap of her dress lower down her shoulder, lips trailing across her supple flesh.
“You’re gonna distract me,” she giggled, the sound sweet and melodic as Lando smiled into her neck, pressing another kiss to her pulse point.
“Could always cancel on them,” he whispered, hands coming to her waist, swaying with her softly, his tongue darting out to wet his lips.
“No, silly!” she swatted his arm with another one of her sweet laughs.
“I can’t,” she said, “I promised them I’d come, and you can’t keep me here forever!”
“Mmm…don’t think you’ll be escaping me anytime soon,” he tightened his grip on her waist purposefully as she squealed, ducking down to wriggle free.
“Lando-! Stop, that tickles!”
“Cancel your plans, sweetie, gonna keep you here forever!”
“Lando!”
Finally, she broke free, wriggling free of her husband’s grasp, panting as she leaned against the bed.
“You almost ruined my outfit!” she complained, running a hand through her hair to check the bow was still there, and thankfully, it was.
“Oh shush,” Lando tugged on a strand of her hair playfully, before placing his hands on the edge of the cabinet and pulling his weight up to sit on the edge.
Even with her cheeks flushed red and hair only slightly messy, she gorgeous.
And that bump…
Her little huff brought him back as he smiled, watching her adjust the bow (that wasn’t even lopsided).
“I’m gonna go now,” she said, her frown melting as she moved between his legs, that sweet bashful smile returning to her face,
Lando loved how she still went shy, even though they’d been married for 2 years, and had been dating long before.
“Best get goin’ before I don’t let you leave,” he mumbled, pulling her into a kiss, a little deeper than the chaste ones he’d given her moments before.
“Lando,” Y/n giggled, her voice half laughing, half laced with warning as she pulled back.
“Alright, alright,” he said, reluctantly pulling away from her sweet embrace, “go on then,” he swatted her away.
The girl rolled her eyes, taking her purse from the vanity and thrusting her phone in.
“Call me when you’re close to home,” Lando said, giving her backside a quick tap as she squealed, cheeks red again, rushing forward.
“Off with you then!”
“I’m going!”
Lando releases a breath he hadn’t even known he’d been holding as the door shut with a ‘click’ behind his wife.
Without a second to spare, he moved off of the cabinet, leaning towards the window to check she hadn’t come back for anything.
She hadn’t.
Good.
He rushed down the stairs, taking two at a time, as he came to the kitchen, thrusting the cabinet open, where all his loot lay, ready to be presented to her neatly.
He found himself sat on the bed, the empty woven basket beside him as he watched the video for what felt like the hundredth time.
Surely it was just a case of put everything in the basket, but no - Lando wanted perfection.
And that, usually, was Y/n’s job.
His tongue poked slightly from between his teeth as he attempted to balance a few face masks in a cup - only for them to collapse.
In the end, he relented, forgetting the whole intricate details and focusing on it looking somewhat nice.
And it did.
The little mug had the lip balm, some face masks, sweets, a few pens, a pencil and an eraser tucked neatly in it.
It sat in front of a warm yellow cushion, mimicking the tropical colouring of mangoes, along with a little notebook, some more stationary.
And finally, Lando took the little yellow card, matching rye setting already, and scribbled across it in his neatest handwriting, with the special pen he used for special people on his life.
To my dearest, loveliest wife,
I’m so proud you’re the one who’s carrying my child, I couldn’t wish for anyone else other than you. I love you more than you could ever know. You’re pretty, kind, gentle and sweet. Sweet as a mango? ;)
Your loving (and obsessed) husband,
Lando xxxx
He held up the card to the light, the sun filling it in from the back, casting golden rays as it sat.
It was perfect.
Perfect for his perfect girl.
Just as he took the matching satin ribbon into his handmade tying it around the basket with a gorgeous bow, he heard the all too familiar sound of Y/n’s laughter outside.
She was back.
Lando stood up from the bed, his door catching on the sheets, which he managed to save, taking the scissors and ribbon and stashing it into his drawer.
The basket, he handled with much more care, sliding it under the bed, and standing up, as the front door crept open.
He was going to do it right now.
Lando held his breath as he heard Y/n’e tentative footsteps downstairs, creeping down the hallway, calling his name.
“Baby?”
He said nothing - she’d come upstairs soon enough.
Looking down, he cursed himself for forgetting to put on something nice instead of his joggers and a hoodie, but he didn’t have time to change now.
Her footsteps moved up the stairs, thumping softly on the carpeted wooden slabs.
How the hell did he make this look casual?
“Lando,” she walked into the room, using his name, a little frown creasing her perfect face, “I was calling for you,”
“Sorry baby,” he stood up, tugging on the end of his hoodie, swallowing a lump in his throat as he stood up, leaning in for a kiss.
She huffed, but relented, allowing the chaste kiss as he squeezed her waist.
“What were you doing?” she asked, a little suspicious at why his cheeks were bright red, hair a little messy from when he ran his hand through it when he was stressed.
“Nothin’,” Lando shrugged it off, sitting on the edge of the bed, pulling the girl onto his lap.
“Lando-,”
“Baby,” he silenced her with one of his looks, the kinda look she knew he used when he was being truthful.
His eyes never broke with hers as he held her on his lap, looking up at her, his lips coming to press a kiss to where her heart would be.
It was a sweet gesture, one they’d created as a special kind of meaning.
His lips hovered over her dress, pressing a gentle kiss softly.
It was like a silent promise, a silent ‘I love you’.
“I got you a gift,” Lando said, adjusting Y/n on his knee so she was now eye level with him.
“A gift?” she raised a brow, moving to lean back, “is it a special day? Did I forget-?”
Lando chuckled, silencing her playfully with his finger on her lip.
“Can a man not get his girl a gift?” he smiled, capturing her lips in yet another kiss as she smiled bashfully.
“Well…”
She’d always been a bit awkward about receiving gifts, it was in her personality, especially when she didn’t have anything to give back.
Lando loved that about her too.
She was always grateful.
With a deep breath, Lando lifted her onto the bed, seating her down so he could walk round, reaching under it, as she watched with curious eyes.
She was excited, he could tell.
He lifted the basket, a little heavy from the masses of gifts all piled in, gently walking it to her as her eyes widened, mouth falling open in a silent ‘o’.
“Lando…why?”
Her hands gently took it from him, setting it down in front of her, her eyes full of shock as she took in every little item he’d placed meticulously inside.
“Because,” he sat down, “I…saw a thing,” he mumbled, “this dude got his wife a bunch of stuff that relate to the size of her baby,”
“Oh Lando,” Y/n whispered, her gaze on him more than the gifts, “baby, that’s so sweet,”
Lando grinned.
“Did you go this morning?” she asked, looking through the assortment of mango products as he nodded bashfully.
“Baby this is amazing,” she mumbled, her hand finding his as she flicked through the face masks.
Her excited gaze landed on the sweets, looking to Lando almost for permission.
“Go on,” he beckoned her gently, “it’s your gifts,”
She grinned from ear to ear, opening the packet neatly, and handing Lando one first. Always well-mannered.
“I love you so much,” she mumbled through a mouthful of the candies, her head resting on his shoulder as Lando smiled.
“I love you too,” he spoke back quietly, “more than you could ever know…and the baby too,”
Y/n smiled.
In that moment, a new love blossomed between the two, somehow more in love than before - if that was even possible.
Y/n’s friends would never hear the end of it.
And for the next few weeks, Lando, Y/n and the whole entire house spelt of the sweet smell of mango nectar.
can u make a fic where low-key high-key he has a girlfriend who’s obsessed with mangoes and she’s pregnant and he gets her a basket with mango themed shit coz yk how people do like babies are the size of “this fruit/veg” but make it mangoes coz yes why not thanks broski 🥶
MANGO NECTAR
warnings: none! :)
pairing: lando norris x fem!reader
The air was warm, a faint, almost undetectable breeze drifting through the bedroom, mixed with the sound of soft breathing, and the light tinkling of Y/n - Lando’s wife - in the bathroom.
He was lying in bed, the duvet draped lazily over his legs and stomach, his phone propped in one hand, the other slung behind his head.
“Babe, you done yet?” he called, dragging his eyes from his phone screen for just a second, his finger hovering over it.
“Just a sec,” she called back, placing her night cream back into the cupboard, and shutting it with a soft‘click’.
Lando’s favourite time of day with his wife was night time, not for the obvious (and dirty) reason, but the comfort of it.
The way her voice went all soft and dreamy, snuggled in her little night gowns with their wispy lace and whatnot.
He loved it. He loved her.
Lando hummed in response, moving his eyes from the soft yellow glow of the bathroom door, and back to his phone.
A sigh fell from his lips, not for any particular reason, sliding his finger up the screen.
‘Top ten reasons why you should buy-‘
He had enough things already.
‘The top 3 best McLarens to invest in-‘
He probably had them already.
‘Why Lando Norris will never be a Formula One WDC-‘
Rude?
Lando rolled his eyes, dragging his finger across his screen once more, like an automatic switch.
‘My girlfriend is pregnant and-‘
Wait. He wasn’t 100% sure what made him not scroll, watching on as a man came onto screen, a woven basket with an assortment of perfumes, body scrubs, sweets and foods laid neatly inside.
“At her current stage, her baby would be the size of an avocado,” the man in the video held up a real avocado, “and here’s what I’m doing for her,”
He had to do it.
Signing, he turned off his phone and placed it on the bedside table, before he rolled back onto his back, staring at the ceiling,
Tomorrow, his plan would begin.
“Hi baby,”
Y/n’s voice pulled him from his thoughts as she walked out of the bathroom, the faint yellow light almost giving her a goddess-like glow.
Her hair was wet, droplets splayed across his bare arms and shoulders, the rest of her body wrapped enticingly beneath her towel.
Still, beneath the fluffy material, the faint bump was present, if you looked close enough.
Lando thought it made Y/n look like the most beautiful girl in the world. He was right.
His eyes followed the girl as she moved to her vanity, picking up her hair brush from the side, rakingg it through her hair softly.
Lando sat up, resting his chin on his hand as he stared, watching how graceful she looked, like a renaissance painting, right there.
Her eyes found Lando’e in the mirror, a faint brush creeping up to the apples of her cheeks, her teeth coming to sink into the cushion of her lower lip.
He smiled back, moving the duvet off of his legs as he stood up, walking silently to her chair.
No words were spoken as he laced his fingers with hers, taking the brush from her grasp, and leaning down to press a soft, chaste kiss to her cheek.
Y/n’s lashes fluttered as her eyes closed, the feeling of his fingers running through her hair, brushing softly.
It felt like bliss.
And tomorrow, Lando’s plan would begin.
He woke up before Y/n, turning his head silently to look at her, the soft rise and fall of her chest, the baby bump hidden beneath one of his old t-shirts.
Gorgeous.
He was careful not to wake her as he slipped out of bed, running his hands through his messy morning hair, and scribbling across a note.
Had to pop out to grab some snacks, back later! Love you, gorgeous xxx
It was vague, but not too vague, and he really was going to the store anyways.
He shut the front door as quietly as he could, sliding into the front seat of his car, a hoodie thrown over his body with some joggers.
He had the hood pulled up too, the last thing he wanted was to attract attention.
His fingers drummed on the steering wheel as he slowed at a red light, eyes scanning the round. This was oddly….exciting.
“Ah- fuck,” he muttered, realising he’d forgotten one key thing - what fruit/vegetable size the baby was.
Rolling his eyes at his own stupidity, he took out his phone, eyes flickering to the lights every few minutes as he typed into the search bar.
19 weeks pregnant - a mango.
Lando smiled, sliding the device back into his pocket - that was a coincidence.
Y/n loved mangoes, she always raved on about mango smoothies, mango fruit bowls, mango this, mango that, and this was Lando’s perfect chance.
He walked into the store, a basket in his hand, gaze low as he walked past some old ladies, no clear plan in his mind.
“Face masks,” he muttered to himself, walking to the self-care aisle, looking through the various flavours.
Avocado, blueberry, mixed berries, pineapple, aloe vera, ginger- wait, that was a thing?
Lando put the little packet down, mentally scolding himself for getting distracted, before his gaze finally landed on it - the little yellow packet. Bingo.
How many would she need, though?
“Fuck it,” he muttered, grabbing four and thrusting it into his basket.
His eyes scanned the countless aisles as he walked down, grabbing a big woven basket to place all his goodies in, that would be helpful.
Lip balm - mango flavoured.
Face masks - mango flavoured.
Gum - mango flavoured.
Candies - mango flavoured.
He had an assortment of things, ranging from candles, to jewellery even, all the same, gorgeous orangey-yellow shade that mangoes were.
Finally, he carried the now very heavy basket to the counter, placing it on the side as the lady took it from him, scanning the first item.
“I’m guessing your girlfriend likes mangoes,” the woman chuckled, staring at the assortment of various beauty products, they certainly weren’t for him.
Lando chuckled, scratching the back of his neck.
“Wife,” he corrected as the woman raised her brows, a smile on her face, “and yeah, she’s pregnant. Just getting…some stuff together for her,”
“Well,” the woman smiled, “you’re a good one for doing all this for her,” she waved at the items, bagging it all up for him as he nodded.
Lando didn’t know her, yet the compliment felt…oddly personal.
With a final nod, he took the bags, one in each hand, and walked back towards his car, placing them neatly in the boot.
He slipped his phone from his pocket as he walked to the drivers side, peering at the time. 11:36am. Y/n would be awake by now.
That, and he had a message from her too, reading: hi baby, got your message! be back soon, love youuuuu x
Lando smiled to himself, replying with a red heart, stuffing his phone back into his pocket - every word from Y/n was like a constant reminder of why he’d married her.
The drive back home was calming, yet nervous.
Getting his ‘loot’ past Y/n’s eagle eyes would be hard, but he had to do it.
The car rolled into the driveway, the gravel crunching underneath the tyres as he pulls to a stop, turning the engine off.
Without a word, Lando exited the car, taking the house keys out, and turning them into the lock, grabbing the two bags.
And, as predicted, Y/n was on the scene immediately.
“Hi baby,” he wrapped his arms round her, purposefully slinging the bags round her bag as he kissed her, a chaste kiss, gently pressing against her lips.
She hummed into the kiss, pulling away and resting her head onto his chest, his heart softly thumping beneath her ear.
“What’d you get?” she mumbled as Lando transferred the bags to one hand, using the other to brush her hair softly from her face.
“Snacks,” he mumbled, walking her backwards to the kitchen, keeping her gaze on him as he nudged the two bags behind the counter, and producing two packets of Kinder bars.
They were his diversion to keep her from seeing what he’d actually gone out to bought, unwrapping one of the bars.
“Got a date with some of the girls,” Y/n broke off a square of the chocolate, placing it onto her tongue with a content sigh.
“Yeah? Leavin’ me just when I came back,” he clutched his chest in mock hurt, though mentally, he was over the moon.
He had time to sort everything out, and make sure he had the basket ready for when she came back.
Perfect.
“Haven’t seen them for ages,” Y/n said, adjusting the old t-shirt she was still in as Lando sighed - again, fake.
“If you must,” he teased, handing her the last square and chucking the rest of the bars into the snack cupboard.
“Quit annoying me!” Y/n giggled, looking at Lando through the mirror her vanity.
He’d been pulling faces at her through the reflection as she did her make-up, her thick brush poised on her cheekbones, dusted in a light coating of pink powder.
“I’m not,” he gave her a wicked grin, idly playing with the bed sheets beside his legs, twisting and tugging gently.
The girl rolled her eyes, going back to fixing her make up, one hand running through her hair as she stared at herself, giving the full look a once over.
“How do I look?” she asked anxiously, turning to face her husband, who had been sitting on the edge of the bed, staring.
“You look gorgeous baby,” Lando stood up, taking her in from where he stood.
She looked like a damn queen.
The dress she wore looked amazing, complimenting all her features whilst also keeping a summer-y type of look.
The dress was long, to her knees, with straps on her shoulder, a little ribbon on the back of her head to compliment it.
“So gorgeous…” he moved to stand behind her, his hands coming to her hair, gently guiding it all over one shoulder so he could press a kiss to her shoulder.
His hands were on her bare skin, moving the strap of her dress lower down her shoulder, lips trailing across her supple flesh.
“You’re gonna distract me,” she giggled, the sound sweet and melodic as Lando smiled into her neck, pressing another kiss to her pulse point.
“Could always cancel on them,” he whispered, hands coming to her waist, swaying with her softly, his tongue darting out to wet his lips.
“No, silly!” she swatted his arm with another one of her sweet laughs.
“I can’t,” she said, “I promised them I’d come, and you can’t keep me here forever!”
“Mmm…don’t think you’ll be escaping me anytime soon,” he tightened his grip on her waist purposefully as she squealed, ducking down to wriggle free.
“Lando-! Stop, that tickles!”
“Cancel your plans, sweetie, gonna keep you here forever!”
“Lando!”
Finally, she broke free, wriggling free of her husband’s grasp, panting as she leaned against the bed.
“You almost ruined my outfit!” she complained, running a hand through her hair to check the bow was still there, and thankfully, it was.
“Oh shush,” Lando tugged on a strand of her hair playfully, before placing his hands on the edge of the cabinet and pulling his weight up to sit on the edge.
Even with her cheeks flushed red and hair only slightly messy, she gorgeous.
And that bump…
Her little huff brought him back as he smiled, watching her adjust the bow (that wasn’t even lopsided).
“I’m gonna go now,” she said, her frown melting as she moved between his legs, that sweet bashful smile returning to her face,
Lando loved how she still went shy, even though they’d been married for 2 years, and had been dating long before.
“Best get goin’ before I don’t let you leave,” he mumbled, pulling her into a kiss, a little deeper than the chaste ones he’d given her moments before.
“Lando,” Y/n giggled, her voice half laughing, half laced with warning as she pulled back.
“Alright, alright,” he said, reluctantly pulling away from her sweet embrace, “go on then,” he swatted her away.
The girl rolled her eyes, taking her purse from the vanity and thrusting her phone in.
“Call me when you’re close to home,” Lando said, giving her backside a quick tap as she squealed, cheeks red again, rushing forward.
“Off with you then!”
“I’m going!”
Lando releases a breath he hadn’t even known he’d been holding as the door shut with a ‘click’ behind his wife.
Without a second to spare, he moved off of the cabinet, leaning towards the window to check she hadn’t come back for anything.
She hadn’t.
Good.
He rushed down the stairs, taking two at a time, as he came to the kitchen, thrusting the cabinet open, where all his loot lay, ready to be presented to her neatly.
He found himself sat on the bed, the empty woven basket beside him as he watched the video for what felt like the hundredth time.
Surely it was just a case of put everything in the basket, but no - Lando wanted perfection.
And that, usually, was Y/n’s job.
His tongue poked slightly from between his teeth as he attempted to balance a few face masks in a cup - only for them to collapse.
In the end, he relented, forgetting the whole intricate details and focusing on it looking somewhat nice.
And it did.
The little mug had the lip balm, some face masks, sweets, a few pens, a pencil and an eraser tucked neatly in it.
It sat in front of a warm yellow cushion, mimicking the tropical colouring of mangoes, along with a little notebook, some more stationary.
And finally, Lando took the little yellow card, matching rye setting already, and scribbled across it in his neatest handwriting, with the special pen he used for special people on his life.
To my dearest, loveliest wife,
I’m so proud you’re the one who’s carrying my child, I couldn’t wish for anyone else other than you. I love you more than you could ever know. You’re pretty, kind, gentle and sweet. Sweet as a mango? ;)
Your loving (and obsessed) husband,
Lando xxxx
He held up the card to the light, the sun filling it in from the back, casting golden rays as it sat.
It was perfect.
Perfect for his perfect girl.
Just as he took the matching satin ribbon into his handmade tying it around the basket with a gorgeous bow, he heard the all too familiar sound of Y/n’s laughter outside.
She was back.
Lando stood up from the bed, his door catching on the sheets, which he managed to save, taking the scissors and ribbon and stashing it into his drawer.
The basket, he handled with much more care, sliding it under the bed, and standing up, as the front door crept open.
He was going to do it right now.
Lando held his breath as he heard Y/n’e tentative footsteps downstairs, creeping down the hallway, calling his name.
“Baby?”
He said nothing - she’d come upstairs soon enough.
Looking down, he cursed himself for forgetting to put on something nice instead of his joggers and a hoodie, but he didn’t have time to change now.
Her footsteps moved up the stairs, thumping softly on the carpeted wooden slabs.
How the hell did he make this look casual?
“Lando,” she walked into the room, using his name, a little frown creasing her perfect face, “I was calling for you,”
“Sorry baby,” he stood up, tugging on the end of his hoodie, swallowing a lump in his throat as he stood up, leaning in for a kiss.
She huffed, but relented, allowing the chaste kiss as he squeezed her waist.
“What were you doing?” she asked, a little suspicious at why his cheeks were bright red, hair a little messy from when he ran his hand through it when he was stressed.
“Nothin’,” Lando shrugged it off, sitting on the edge of the bed, pulling the girl onto his lap.
“Lando-,”
“Baby,” he silenced her with one of his looks, the kinda look she knew he used when he was being truthful.
His eyes never broke with hers as he held her on his lap, looking up at her, his lips coming to press a kiss to where her heart would be.
It was a sweet gesture, one they’d created as a special kind of meaning.
His lips hovered over her dress, pressing a gentle kiss softly.
It was like a silent promise, a silent ‘I love you’.
“I got you a gift,” Lando said, adjusting Y/n on his knee so she was now eye level with him.
“A gift?” she raised a brow, moving to lean back, “is it a special day? Did I forget-?”
Lando chuckled, silencing her playfully with his finger on her lip.
“Can a man not get his girl a gift?” he smiled, capturing her lips in yet another kiss as she smiled bashfully.
“Well…”
She’d always been a bit awkward about receiving gifts, it was in her personality, especially when she didn’t have anything to give back.
Lando loved that about her too.
She was always grateful.
With a deep breath, Lando lifted her onto the bed, seating her down so he could walk round, reaching under it, as she watched with curious eyes.
She was excited, he could tell.
He lifted the basket, a little heavy from the masses of gifts all piled in, gently walking it to her as her eyes widened, mouth falling open in a silent ‘o’.
“Lando…why?”
Her hands gently took it from him, setting it down in front of her, her eyes full of shock as she took in every little item he’d placed meticulously inside.
“Because,” he sat down, “I…saw a thing,” he mumbled, “this dude got his wife a bunch of stuff that relate to the size of her baby,”
“Oh Lando,” Y/n whispered, her gaze on him more than the gifts, “baby, that’s so sweet,”
Lando grinned.
“Did you go this morning?” she asked, looking through the assortment of mango products as he nodded bashfully.
“Baby this is amazing,” she mumbled, her hand finding his as she flicked through the face masks.
Her excited gaze landed on the sweets, looking to Lando almost for permission.
“Go on,” he beckoned her gently, “it’s your gifts,”
She grinned from ear to ear, opening the packet neatly, and handing Lando one first. Always well-mannered.
“I love you so much,” she mumbled through a mouthful of the candies, her head resting on his shoulder as Lando smiled.
“I love you too,” he spoke back quietly, “more than you could ever know…and the baby too,”
Y/n smiled.
In that moment, a new love blossomed between the two, somehow more in love than before - if that was even possible.
Y/n’s friends would never hear the end of it.
And for the next few weeks, Lando, Y/n and the whole entire house spelt of the sweet smell of mango nectar.
hi demi, im here for the twist youre offering because why nottt. so id like to request an emotional hurt/comfort and lots of fluff for lando after that race pls. with male reader as lando's long time boyfriend and oscar's bestfriend too if you dont mind.
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warnings: angst, crying
pairing: lando norris x male!reader
type: headcannon
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♡ y/n could feel his heart sink as he watched the orange car slide into the barriers, a smash of metal, bodywork and gravel. his hand had been nervously toying with the wire of his headphones since the past few laps, the battle between his boyfriend, lando, and his childhood best friend, oscar, coming ever closer.
♡ the camera panned to the older of the two, lando, walking into the garage, his helmet still pulled down, but he could tell that he was upset. it was a silly move, he’d taken full responsibility over the radio, but y/n couldn’t help but sigh, moving between people to chase after the older man.
♡ “hey,” he forced a smile to his face for the sake of his boyfriend, taking his un-gloved hand into his, giving it a reassuring squeeze as they walked up to the motorhome room, “im sorry,” he offered the apology, almost wishing he didn’t, as a slightly awkward silence befalling the pair of them.
♡ as soon as the door shut behind them with a soft ‘click’, lando dropped his weight onto the edge of the massage bed, pulling his helmet and balaclava off, the ever present lines of present across his flushed cheeks, with the unmistakeable look he always had when he messed up.
♡ “shhhh…it’s okay,” y/n whispered as the older man immediately leaned forwards, his forehead pressed against his shoulder, a silent shudder as he let all his emotions go free, no pr personality, no fake smile. just the raw, real emotions that came fresh after the incident earlier.
♡ y/n wasn’t sure what to do, really. on one hand, it was his boyfriend, the man he’d been in love with for years and had been dating, and his childhood best friend of years too, possibly on the brink of stepping back from each other, leaving y/n to chase between one or the other. he couldn’t choose.
♡ regardless, lando needed him now, and with a bit of persuasion, maybe oscar wouldn’t take things too far. y/n’s hand dragged up and down the back of his boyfriends, a soft, calming trail as his other hand came to gingerly pull the zip of his race suit down.
♡ he could feel the muscles beneath his hands, allowing his fingers to roam after the taut muscle as the older man buried his face deeper into his neck, his tears dampening y/n’s neck - not that he cared. if silence and a warm hug was the comfort lando needed, then he’d give it to him gladly.
♡ “i fucked up,” the older man whispered, his voice breaking into his shoulder as y/n sighed, “i fucked up so much and people are gonna fuckin’ hate me for it, and oscar’s gonna-,” y/n stopped him. “oscar’s not gonna do anything,” he said, voice a little harsh, “i promise you, i won’t let him,”
♡ “he’s your best friend, why aren’t you defending him too?” lando half-hiccuped, his eyes momentarily coming to look at y/n, those sweet, enticing eyes-. “because,” he spoke softly, “you’re my boyfriend too, i care about both of you, but right now, you need me,”
♡ sighing, y/n took lando’s chin between his fingers, moving to turn his face upwards. he hated seeing him upset, lando meant the world to him after all. “you’re alright, yeah?” he whispered, leaning forwards to press his forehead to the other, their breaths mingling.
♡ lando hiccuped the last of his cries away, his cheeks flushed they ever-sweet pink colour, eyes glossy and lip slightly swollen from biting it. “don’t do that,” y/n quietly scolded him, taking the cushion of his lower lip from between his teeth, easing it out from his bite.
♡ “thank you,” lando mumbled, the shyness in his voice evident, “for lookin’ after me. i know i probably seem silly right now-,”. y/n cut him off. “you don’t,” he said, “you don’t seem silly. you have normal human emotions, and that’s okay,” he spoke quietly, keeping the soft atmosphere.
♡ lando sighed, a soft, slightly wet smile coming to his face. “there we go,” y/n smiled, leaning forwards to press a chaste kiss to lando’s cheek, specifically on the little, gorgeous beauty mark on his cheek, “there’s that gorgeous smile i love,” his lips moved to his jaw, and then his lips.
♡ a content sigh fell from the older man as y/n moved again, this time, his hands coming to move his fireproofs out the way, so his lips could attack lando’s neck and shoulders with featherlight kisses, peppering them softly across his skin, on every beauty mark and mole.
♡ “it’ll get better,” y/n whispered, “i promise you, that, yeah?” he said, watching the way lando melted into his embrace, nodding so his fluffy curls brushed across his jaw, a smile filling his face, “and ill be with you all the way,” he made that promise, to himself and to his boyfriend.
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summary: no one likes being sick, but when you have someone who cares for you, it’s all the more better
It was well past 3am when Y/n felt a shaky hand on her shoulder - cold and clammy, followed by mix of a whimper and a groan.
“Y/n-,” there was a pause, “‘m think im’gonna be sick-,”
The sentence was shortly followed by retching as Y/n moved to her feet, rushing after her boyfriend as he knelt over the toilet, body shaking.
“It’s okay, it’s okay,” she muttered, brushing his curls from his forehead as he shook.
Lando heaved, holding onto the bowl as he held it like it was the only thing grounding him.
Y/n stayed right beside him, one hand rubbing slow circles on his back while the other gently held his hair away from his face.
“You’re okay, baby,” she almost cooed, “I’m here, I’m here with you…shh, it’s okay,”
Her hand moved soothingly up and down his back, gliding across his burning skin, his skin sweaty as he heaved, huddled over the toilet bowl.
Lando coughed, his breathing heavy before he leaned his forehead against the cool porcelain.
“I’m - fuck - I’m such a shit boyfriend,” he croaked, voice hoarse from the strain, “waking you up for this,”
Y/n frowned, fingers combing through his curls in a way she knew comforted him. “Hey, don’t say that,” she murmured.
“You’re sick, Lan. I’d rather be here with you than asleep, anyway,”
“Liar,” he huffed a weak, humourless laugh.
She smiled, pressing a kiss to his temple despite the sweat on his skin. “No, really. This is top-tier quality time, we’re bonding,”
Lando rolled his eyes, accepting the water she’d cupped into her hand, and swirled it round his mouth.
Y/n’s hand never left his back as he spat it out, sighing.
Lando groaned, flopping back against her as she sat on the bathroom floor behind him, cradling him against her chest.
“Let’s get you to bed, yeah?” Y/n said after a minute, helping her boyfriend to his feet as he nodded, following her shakily into the room, steadied by her hand wrapped round his.
“Comfy?” Y/n sidled into the bed beside him, making sure the blankets weren’t too suffocating as he nodded.
“Good,” she whispered, pressing a kiss to his forehead.
“Mornin’,” Lando mumbled, his voice raspy as he turned onto his side, his eyes shining softly.
“Morning,” Y/n replied, leaning in to press a soft kiss to his lips, moving to rest her head on her arm, “how’re you feelin’?”.
Lando just groaned, burying his face into his arm.
“I had plans,” he said after a few seconds, “gym…training…the works,” he muttered.
“Definitely not doing any of that,” Y/n said firmly as Lando moved closer to her, his curls brushing her cheek as he nodded, showing no resistance to her words.
“What about…a little self care day?”
“A what?”
“Just some face masks…a warm bath…some films, you know,” Y/n said vaguely as Lando hummed.
“Doesn’t sound too bad, actually,” he moved to sit up, accepting her hand to steady himself, his curls sticking up here and there, but not too bad.
“Why don’t we start on that bath?” Lando said, even being sick, he still had that little smug smirk.
“Sure,” Y/n said, shaking her head at his antics.
With the help of Y/n, Lando managed to get to the bathroom, sitting himself down onto the toilet, his eyes never leaving Y/n as she reached up, pulling her t-shirt off over her head.
“C’mon, you need to undress too,” Y/n chided, her cheeks painted slightly red at the intensity of her boyfriend’s stare.
“Oh. Right,”
Y/n rolled her eyes, shaking her head as he tossed his shirt into a pile in the corner, followed by his joggers as he stood up, walking behind Y/n.
“So pretty,” he mumbled, pressing a kiss to her neck as she giggled, watching the water slowly rise.
“Heard dopamine’s good to make you feel better,” he mumbled, stepping into the water after Y/n, wriggling back so his back rested against her chest.
“Where did you hear that?” Y/n rolled her eyes as Lando grinned.
“Me, myself, and I,”
“Of course,”
The bath was relaxing - the warm water pooling round the pair of them as Y/n scrubbed at Lando’s scalp, her nails dragging smoothly through his hair as he groaned.
“F-Fuck…” Lando’s head fell back against her chest, “that’s the spot,”
“This isn’t a head massage, you muppet,” Y/n snickered, watching how his eyes fluttered, very nearly rolling back.
“You’re not stopping, though,”
“Whatever,”
“C’mon baby,” Y/n wriggled, running her hand over Lando’s bicep as he jolted, his eyes half-lidded as he looked up at her.
“Water’s cold,” she muttered, “and we have face masks and stuff to do,”
“Why didn’t we do them before the bath?” Lando mumbled as Y/n shrugged, helping him step out of the pool of water. “Didn’t think that far ahead,”
Lando snickered, accepting the towel round his waist, the other patting his curls softly.
“Thanks,” he wrapped the fluffiness around his body, blearily rubbing his eyes, “ma’am,”
“Anytime, sir,” Y/n played along, tying the two ropes softly, not too tight, and following the same on her own body.
“So…hydrating or-?” Y/n barely even got the sentence out of her mouth before Lando half-snatched the apple flavoured pouch from her hand, eyes wide.
“Scented it is,” she muttered, shaking her head as she praised the face mask from his hand, directing him to sit on the toilet.
“Feel like a ma…a massag…ist,” Lando muttered, closing his eyes as she tore open the packet.
“A masseuse,” she said, correcting him as he nodded, flinching at the cold feel of the paste across his skin.
“Don’t move, or it’ll get in your eye,” she warned, as Lando nodded, gulping and closing his mouth. Every time she scooped a new finger-ful of the stuff, he’d flinch, almost moving away.
“Lando,” Y/n groaned, as he moved for what felt like the hundredth time, her hand squeezing his face together and holding him still.
“Sorry,” Lando mumbled, his voice muffled by the position she had him in, finishing the face mask as blinked, staring at himself in the mirror.
With a few more swipes of the cold paste, she finally finished up, stepping back to admire her handiwork.
“I look like Shrek,” Lando said, looking to the mirror as Y/n snorted.
“I didn’t choose the toxic green, did I?” Y/n shot back almost immediately as Lando grumbled. “Yeah, yeah, shut it, you,” he squeezed her sides.
They both relaxed on the bed as their face masks worked their magic, before finally, Lando scrunched his nose.
“My nose is itchy,”
“‘Course it is,” Y/n stood up, grinning, “let’s wash them off,”
Lando took her hand instantly, rising to his feet as he followed her towards the bathroom, smearing water across his face.
“Shrek,” he muttered, jabbing her side again as she scowled.
“Look pretty,” he mumbled after a few seconds, as Y/n snickered.
“That’s a quick change from before,”
“Is it a crime to say my girl looks pretty?”
A flutter rushed through Y/n’s chest at the use of ‘my’, and she turned her head.
“Didn’t think so,” Lando smirked.
“Oh shut it,” Y/n said, though not pushing him away as he wrapped his arms round her waist.
“Don’t you protesting,” Lando snickered, his voice soft as he pulled her to his chest, her back warm against him.
Y/n said nothing, letting him sway her.
And then-
“Oh fuck, you’ve ruined the moment,” Y/n said after a while, moving forwards as Lando blushed.
“I can’t it! Your ass-,” he spluttered, trying to cover the bulge in his joggers as Y/n rolled her eyes.
“Whatever,” she muttered, “just c’mon,” he took her hand, tugging him towards the bedroom.
Lando blinked - a little confused when she pushed his chest, his back falling into the bed in the process, as Y/n thrusted her shirt off over her head.
“Well, hello,” Lando smirked, as Y/n climbed on top of him, straddling his waist as she pushed his joggers down.
“Quit talking,” Y/n muttered, “you were sick last night, now you’re horny?”
“It’s called being a man,” Lando shook his head, suppressing a laugh - which was quick to turn into a groan as Y/n sank down onto him, her velvet walls immediately enveloping his thick member.
“Fuckkkkk,” he groaned, head falling back at the feeling, propping himself up on his elbows.
“Fuckin’ gorgeous,” he muttered, voice hoarse as Y/n placed her hands on his shoulders, before bouncing softly.
Her cheeks were flushed red - as was Lando’s.
She moaned, the sound higher pitched and more of a whimper as Lando held her hips, steadying her on top of him.
“Lan…” she croaked, clutching his shoulders, her pace slowing and settling into an almost abysmally pathetic bounce.
“Hm?”
“Legs hurt,”
“Couldn’t even last being a dom for 5 minutes- ow! Okay, okay!” Lando rubbed his bicep where she’d punched him, wincing.
In a swift movement, he had Y/n in her back, legs thrown over his shoulders, his dick plunging into her.
“Remarkable stamina for someone who threw up last night,” Lando smirked, to which Y/n scoffed.
“Calm it, Norris,”
“I am calm,”
“You’re big headed,” Y/n corrected as Lando scoffed.
“Just shut up and take my dick,” he grunted, teeth clenched as he picked up pace, his tip slamming into her g-spot, causing her to cry out.
It took no less than 20 seconds for her legs to quiver, teeth sinking into the cushion of her lower lip as she moaned, her orgasm washing over her.
Lando didn’t stop, thrusting into her and prolonging her climax, her head falling to the mattress as Lando panted, his own quick to follow.
His hips snapped into hers, quick and sharp, stuttering, before he pulled out, his cum pooling onto her stomach.
“Jesus,”
“Agreed,” Lando mumbled, wiping a strand of hair from her face.
She said nothing, rolling onto Lando’s chest as he held her, arms clamped tightly but not too hard round her.
As soon as Y/n stepped into the apartment, she smelt it. The air was laced with the scent of something soft - jasmine, or maybe rose.
The girl blinked, toeing her shoes off as she shut the door behind her with a soft click.
She didn’t notice right away.
Delicate red rose petals along the hardwood floor, leading a trail up the stairs. The edges of the petals had curled in, but they hadn’t gone grips.
Her fingers twisted into the material of her cardigan as she followed the trail, her curiosities getting the better of her. Her heart thudded.
The bedsheets had been changed to fresh, crisp linen white sheets, small tea lights flickering their golden light across the walls.
Lando was stood by the window, busy lighting another candle, before his head turned, his eyes meeting with hers, his cheeks filling with a light shade of pink.
His black t-shirt clung to him just right, his skin glowing with drying droplets of water and hair damp.
“You did all this?” her voice was soft, as it naturally was.
“Wanted it to be special for you,” he murmured back, his cheeks darkening as he scratched the back of his neck sheepishly.
“You remember that I’ve never-?”
“Of course I do,”
The girl nodded, her hands still wounds tight in the soft fabric of her clothing, her gaze dropping to the floor.
“Come here,”
She didn’t need telling twice, immediately letting herself be drawn into his arms like it was the most natural thing ever, her ear pressed against his chest.
His heart was fluttering, thumping a little faster than usual behind her ear, like an ever-present lullaby.
“I love you,” he mumbled.
“I know,” Y/n whispered back, her voice tiny, “I love you too,”
“D’you wanna lie down for a bit?” Lando spoke after a few seconds, “we don’t have to talk,”
“Okay,”
He held her against his chest like she was something sacred, the pair of them still fully clothed, her hands warm against her.
She never really made a sound, she was too shy for that. Besides, what if he thought she was weird for it? Or she sounded funny?
His fingers traced slow, absentminded circles across her back, sliding under her cardigan, not enough to startle her, just so she knew he was there.
And then, he spoke, barely louder than the flicker of the candles. “You okay?”
“Yeah,”
She was so quiet, he almost didn’t catch it.
His fingers came to her chin, not forcing her up, but enough to give her the chance to look, to give her the option to look into his eyes,
“Hey,” he mumbled, “y’don’t have to be scared of me, y’know?”
“Im not scared of you,” she paused, “I’m just…nervous,”
“I get that,” his knuckles brushed against her cheek, slowly gliding over the heat that was building up in her face.
“I want to,” she said after a while, her hand finding his, “I’m just…not sure how to,”
Lando laughed, not mocking or demeaning, but soft. Gentle.
“I’ll show you,”
And then, the girl’s lips found his jaw, featherlight and tentative, a sudden rush of courage.
Lando’s head turned towards her, the tip of his nose just about brushing hers, “Can I kiss you?”
This time, her eyes did meet his.
She nodded.
Their lips met in harmony, moving softly together, like they’d been moulded for the other, not aggressive, but calm.
Her fingers came to the hem of her cardigan, trembling and unsure, like she was trying to figure out what to do and if it was was right or not.
“Let me,” he tugged the material from her fingers.
Slowly, he peeled the clothing from her body, not rushing, but slowly like a ritual rather than a race,
Piece by piece, he undressed her, his eyes following every new area of soft skin he’d exposed, his breath hitching as her chest came into view.
Instinctively, the girl crossed her arms over her chest.
“You don’t need to hide from me,” he mumbled, his hands resting on his wrists, not pulling or forcing, but waiting, until she finally dropped her arms.
And when she did, Lando stared in awe.
“God you’re…” his breath caught in his throat, “you’re beautiful,” he whispered.
Y/n blushed, her gaze falling to look at her own body, fully naked under his fully clothed body, the air rolling over the supple flesh of her chest.
And then he stood, removing his own shirt.
Y/n looked up, daring to look at him as the tealights sent their rays across his body, golden splays highlighting every taut muscle.
He undressed slowly, not to tease her, but softly, rather than a hurried mess.
And when Lando climbed back into the bed, he didn’t go straight to her, he waited, waited for her to come to him rather than him to impose on her.
She reached for him first, her hands coming to his biceps as she pulled herself forwards.
The softness of the sheets contrasted the thudding in her chest as he kissed her again, his mouth warm and assuring, holding her close yet not too close.
He hovered over her, his arm on the side of her head to keep himself propped up, never putting his full weight on her.
“Will it hurt?”
Lando moved back so he could fully take in her face, every gorgeous feature, the nervousness in those sweet, enticing eyes…
“Only a bit,” he spoke, he didn’t want to lie to her, she deserved to know, “but just at the start, then it’ll feel amazing,”
“Promise?” Y/n’s eyes widened, her hand quivering as she raised her hand, her pinkie shaking as she extended it.
“Promise,” Lando took her little finger into his, wrapping it tightly with his small finger, and pressing a soft, chaste kiss to it, a contrast to the actions to follow.
Her heart was throbbing under her ribs, quickening by the second.
It was real. This was real. She was really doing it.
“You sure you wanna do this?” Lando spoke again, his voice snapping her from the shock going through her mind.
They’d been together long enough for him to be able to tell when she had something on her mind.
Y/n nodded.
“Words, my love,”
“I’m sure,”
“My sweet girl,” he leaned forwards, his forehead pressing against hers as her cheeks flushed, filling with colour,
She could feel a warm ache bloom in the pit of her stomach, her thighs instinctively pressing together, heat forming in her core.
“Just tell me if you need me to stop,” he mumbled against her lips, “gonna need you to speak to me for this one, okay, pretty?” he said as she breathed our shakily, nodding.
“What did I say?” he raised a brow, a playful smile coming to his face as she giggled, cheeks red.
Words.
“I’ll tell you,” she mumbled, “I promise,”
His fingers slid down her waist, her skin warm beneath his tongue as he found his slick, her warm heat inching his fingers in, enveloping his fingers as she gasped, her mouth falling open.
“So tight…fuck…can I move? How does it feel?”
“I-It…It feels…”
Amazing. Heavenly.
His finger inched further into her, stretching against her silken folds as her back arched into him, her cheeks flushing.
“Want the real thing?” he mumbled, trailing warm, wet kisses along her collarbone, still balancing himself over her, his fingers pumping into her entrance as she nodded, feverently.
“Baby…sweet girl, I’m not gonna say again…” he trailed off.
Words. Right.
“I-I do…I want the real thing, please,”
Her legs moved apart instinctively, her core glistening as she moved him towards her entrance, lining his tip up with her folds.
He was thick in her hand, his tip pulsing a deep shade of maroon-ish red, twitching as she held him against her.
Her grip was shy but firm still, holding him to her as he slowly pushed his hips forwards.
His cock pushed into her, inching through her folds as her head fell back onto the pillow, lips parted.
The sensation of her softness around him was almost enough for him to come undone right then and there, her gaze falling to look down at herself, half our of shyness.
“Look at me,” he spoke, his voice hoarse as he settled into her, twitching in her lower tummy, “look at me, pretty girl,”
“J-Just a second,” she muttered, her voice cracking as she laid beneath him, her cheeks flushed red, “it didn’t feel this big before-,”
“It’s okay, hey,” Lando shushed her, his knuckles brushing against her cheek, “it’s okay…take your time, I’ll wait, I’m here,”
The pain eased away as the seconds ticked, his cock bulging in her stomach, her breath shaky.
“Now?”
“Please,”
The girl gasped as he started moving, his cock sliding out of her, almost leaving, just the tip hanging in her stomach, before he pushed back in.
She ground her hips against his, desperate for more friction as she moaned, her eyes on her hands, gripping the sheets.
“Baby, look at me,” he groaned, pressing a warm, open-mouthed kiss to her jaw, “look at me, I need to see you when I fuck you, c’mon,” he turned her head to look at him.
Her eyes were glazed over, mouth opened in a silent gasp as his hips snapped to hers, the shyness melting into need. Desperation.
“Tell me what you need,” Lando rasped, his voice harsh against her skin as he leaned down to press a warm kiss to her neck, “tell me what you want to feel good,”
“You…faster,” her sentences came out choppy and mixed together, barely making sense, “please,”
“Feel it,” he takes her hand in his, his thumb stroking her palm softly, “feel how deep I am in you,”
Y/n cried out, her head falling back as he quickened further, her pussy sucking down hard onto his cock, bouncing in and out of her.
The ever-present bump rose and fell with each snap of his hips, his softness melting into pure lust.
His skin burned as her nails claws red hot lines into his back, his movements becoming sloppier.
One thrust, two thrusts-
And then he pulled out, his cock sliding out of her as she shrieked in protest, her pussy clenching round nothing.
His dick fell heavy on her stomach, white hot seed painting her burning skin as the pair panted, Y/n’s own orgasm rattling through her body.
Lando collapsed onto the bed, making sure he fell beside her and not on her.
For a moment, the pair just laid there, their chests rising and falling as he gently took her into his arms, careful to move her into his arms.
And then he heard it. The soft, sweet sniffles.
“Oh baby,” he whispered, his voice gentle as he held her, his grip not too hard, slowly cradling the girl in his arms, “shhh…it’s okay,”
“I’ve got you…shh, don’t cry, my pretty,” he mumbled, one hand stroking her hair softly as the other cupped her cheek, his thumb wiping her tears
He said nothing as he held her, her chest stuttering as she cried.
It took a moment for her to stop, her sobs turning into hiccups as she coughed the last of her tears away, her cheek squished against the heat of his warm chest.
Her abdomen was still sticky with his seed as Lando took a towel from the side, wiping her down before fully taking her into his arms.
“It’s okay now,” he mumbled, shushing her gently, “I’ve got you,”
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