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Hello can i request a lando smut wherein reader is sore af from last nights shenanigans so he âmakes up for itâ by eating her out sensually like if u were to cook eggs low n slow, thats exactly how lando would eat her ykwim i hope u see d vision đ
N sheâs just there losing her mind but heâs taking his sweet time massaging tf out of her pussy using his tongue and/or fingers aksksksksk
Breakfast in bed | LNâŽ
.⊠ĘË summary ââââ The morning has lots of ways of revealing the cost of a reckless night. Good thing Lando knows exactly how to deal with the aftermath.
.⊠ĘË pairing ââââ Lando Norris x she/her reader
.⊠ĘË rating ââââ explicit
.⊠ĘË warnings ââââ 18+, mature/sexual content, established relationship, descriptive language, swearing, lazy makeout sessions, references to prior rough sex causing physical soreness, oral â (f)receiving, graphic descriptions of bodily fluids and detailed anatomical focus, teasing, overstimulation, thirsty Lando.
.⊠ĘË word count ââââ 2.9k
.⊠ĘË date ââââ Apr. 11, 2026
.⊠ĘË a/n ââââ Enjoy this quickie while Iâm in the corner, severing ties with my writing demon, because my drafts are filled with unfinished business. Booo writerâs block đ đđ»
âSTAY,â SAYS LANDO in a sleepy voice, tightening his arm around her waist.
The morning light filters through the gauzy curtains in soft beige tones, bathing the bedroom in a warm glow that feels like a gentle embrace from the sun itself. Itâs the second raceless weekend in a row, which means no cameras, engines or schedules pulling them from the quiet of their bed.
They lie together under a rumpled blanket, naked bodies pressing close to each other, their skin still carrying the faint musk of last nightâs sweat. The material is smooth to the touch, worn cotton textured like chicken fluff that is heavy enough to trap the heat between them but light enough to let the morning air tease at the edges of it.
âLet go,â she insists, copying the same tone, âI wanna shower.â
Landoâs eyes flutter open to find her face inches from his. They are as clear as an untouched lake in the light of day, giving him a look far too angelic for the thoughts that are running through his mind right now. His curls framing his face like a halo and his lazy smile add to the same narrative, but she knows better than to fall for it.
Well, again. Once was enough, and now sheâs here, heart bursting with joy every time she catches sight of the small dimples on his cheeks.
Her hair fans across the pillow like snakes, a few strands catching on his stubbled jaw as he shifts. Judging by the way she looks at him, Lando has a pretty good idea of what she might be thinking, and heâs ready to bet that he is the focal point of that thought, so he mumbles something incoherent and she responds with a small whine, her lips parting to let out a chuckle. Which is the perfect opportunity for him to seal his mouth to hers in a lazy kiss.
His lips are warm, slightly chapped from the dry air in the hotels heâs been living in, brushing over hers with tenderness. The girl shighs into him, her breath still holding a faded taste of mint from the toothpaste they shared before collapsing into bed. It does not take long before he deepens it, wanting more â so much more, always â, their heartbeats syncing in a buzz that echoes through their ribcages.
Blindly yet knowing its way around, her hand slides up his back, fingers digging into the firm muscles there, feeling a subtle flex while he tries to bring her closer, as if thereâs still physical space left between them that he hasnât covered. Because of that, the blanket shifts with their movement, the fabric rasping against their skin and making a sound similar to the ocean waves before a storm. Her breasts press more insistent to his chest as a result, nipples hardening against his pecs.
Landoâs hair is slightly damp from sweat-dried sleep, the smell of his shampoo blending deliciously with his natural scent while it tickles her forehead as he angles his head to get a better taste. He whimpers silently when her teeth graze his lower lip instead of giving him a verbal warning, a needy sound that travels straight into her mouth, forcing her to echo it with a whine of her own.
âMmmh, youâre so warm,â he breathes against her lips, letting the words slip in between nips and sucks without breaking the kiss.
She hums in agreement just as their tongues tangle intimately, exploring with a heated slowness that makes her pulse race faster and cause her thighs to squeeze together under the blanket. Feeling her intention, Landoâs hand starts roaming her side, palm tracing the curve of her hip with a patience that sends shivers across her skin and leaves goosebumps behind.
The kiss intensifies with each passing second, inhales and exhales coming faster, whimpers punctuating the wet sounds of their mouths. Her heart hammers in her ears like a drum, and she feels his matching it, strong beneath her palm on his chest. It sends her crying softly when he pulls back to nip at her jaw, then returns to devour her lips, the eagerness building like a slow-burning fire.
Entranced by her wordless responses, Landoâs free hand drifts lower, slipping beneath the blanket to trail down her stomach. Sure of what heâs about to find, his long fingers part her thighs gently, seeking the warmth between her legs. He doesnât need to think, just circles her entrance with a featherlight touch, then slides one finger inside, intending to coax her completely awake with pleasure. But she winces instead, an unexpected hiss escaping through her lips as pain flares around the area.
Lando freezes, his eyes snapping fully open. Any trace of sleep vanishes in an instant and he withdraws his hand immediately, concern painting subtle lines across his brow as he pulls back in order to search her face.
âBaby, whatâs wrong?â his voice stays low but itâs noticeably urgent, the same hand now resting protetively on her thigh. âDid that hurt? Did I hurt you?â
She bites her lip at the same time her body is slowly coming down from the interrupted intimacy. âNo, IâŠâ she trails off, trying to catch her breath, âI must be a little sore, thatâs it,â the girl admits, her voice soaked in lingering need. âFrom last night,â she explains.
âOh,â he nods, wetting his lower lip.
âYeah, itâs okay.â
Landoâs expression softens, the sudden tension easing from his shoulders. He leans in to place a gentle kiss to her forehead, then her temple, his lips brushing with care everywhere they touch her skin. The blanket settles around them in a comforting weight once he gathers her closer without putting unnecessary pressure, now that heâs aware of the damage heâs done.
âIâm sorry,â although his voice is tender, thereâs a small trace of pride underneath that she cannot miss. âI shouldâve been more careful.â
The girl shakes her head, hand finding his on her thigh, squeezing reassuringly. âNo, baby, you were fine,â she says before correcting herself, âSo, so good, actually. Amazingly good.â
He smiles, brushing a lock of hair from her face. âCanât argue with that, if you can feel me hours later⊠but I donât want to hurt you. Ever.â
âAlright, donât sound so smug about it,â she rolls her eyes, making him smile even wider.
âI said I was sorry, didnât I?â
âAnd the look on your face says just that, liar.â
âLet me make it up to you then, hm?â suggests Lando, pressing his lips back on her temple. His voice drops to an intimate whisper, eyes searching hers for permission the moment he turns to look at her again. âSoft and slow, whatever you need.â
âThereâs no need to. Iâll be fine after a warm bath,â she insists, but Lando can easily notice a hint of reluctance in her eyes; the same eyes he knows so well when they are filled with desire but too proud to ask for more.
Landoâs gaze holds hers for a fraction too long, managing to reveal her honesty with a knowing smile.
âBut I want to,â he assures her. âPlease?â
Before she can protest any further, Lando dips his head, pressing open-mouthed kisses along the column of her neck, his facial hair scraping lightly against her sensitive skin in ways that seem to be sprinkling fireworks in its wake.
The morning light continues its lazy dance across the room, highlighting the shine of his broad shoulders as he moves lower, then lower. His lips trail between her breasts, lingering on the swell of each, tongue flicking out to taste the salt of her. She arches slightly, fingers threading into his curls to hold him there for a while as she breaths in, just to enjoy the feel of his mouth. One inhale later, Lando continues kissing down her stomach, smiling at the faint tremor in her muscles and the way her abdomen contracts under his touch; he is absolutely sure that even if he were blind, heâd still be able to read her.
Her scent grows stronger as he descends, an intimate reminder of their nightâs⊠excesses. Firmly, he pauses at her hips, hands sliding to each side of her body, grabbing her thighs and, with gentle pressure, Lando spreads her legs wider, settling between them on his knees. What awaits him there is just the proof of both his skill and her lust: her folds flushed a deep, rosy shade, swollen and tender from the hours of relentless thrusting and grinding that had left her spent. The skin around her entrance bears faint marks of friction, a subtle bruising that speaks to how thoroughtly heâs had her, stretching her limits until dawn.
He parts her with his fingers, carefully watching as her core pulses in a rhythmic throb that imitates her heartbeat, slick with arousal despite the soreness. Sheâs so wet, contrary to what sheâs just affirmed, the evidence glistening in the sunlight, even as her body protests the ache.
Leaning in, Landoâs breath fans over her pussy in tiny breezes, then he blows against it but he doesnât dive in yet. He knows her curves like the corners of his favorite circuit, and is painfully aware of what her body needs. Taking his time with her is the best strategy here, drawing out the anticipation to amplify everything that follows. He wants her orgasm to crash over her like waves against the cliffs, powerful and all-consuming, devastating even, turning her into someone desperate for the release only he can give.
A fix that hits every nerve.
At once.
So he starts slow, agonizingly so, lips brushing the crease where her thigh meets her hip, kissing the tender skin there with tiny presses. He nips careful at the flesh, then soothes with his tongue, tracing small circles that make her hips twitch involuntarily, even though heâs not nearly close to where she wants him.
âCome on, Lando,â she squirms beneath him, a pronounced whine escaping her throat.
He ignores the sound for now, focusing on the subtler cues: the way she tenses, her thighs seeking to clamp around his head, and how her fingers are blindly searching to fist the sheets. Landoâs mouth wanders higher then, kissing the crease just outside her folds, so close that she can feel the heat of his breath on her clit but not the contact she craves. He returns to her inner thighs after that, sucking lightly until her skin blooms pink, marking her with affection rather than the usual possession.
The room fills quickly with the quiet sounds of his devotion â wet smack of kisses, her deepening breaths and the rustle of the blanket as she starts stirring impatiently. Lando has to hold her down with both hands, his thumbs stroking soothing patterns on the undersides of her thighs, anchoring her to him as he keeps teasing; he knows the delay winds her higher, turning every touch that will follow into the most delicious experience that no god could ever offer.
Finally, when her body arches off the bed, he goes in. He sticks his tongue out, wide and relaxed in order to flatten it against her from entrance to clit in one long lick, covering as much of her as possible. Her texture is velvet-soft under him, swollen and as responsive as always, her wettness coating his taste buds with a tangy sweetness that makes Lando hum in approval.
âOh, shit,â she gasps, legs quivering as they keep trying to close, but he keeps them parted, repeating the same motion in broad strokes that lap at her pussy without hurry, making sure to stimulate every inch of it.
After the initial shock, his tongue explores the outer lips, tracing the edges before delving inward to gather her essence with skillful swipes. He feels her pulse against his mouth, a deep throb quickening, her body opening to him like a flower in the sun the moment his lips seal around the most sensitive spot to suckle gently, drawing out more of her slickness.
âRight there, fuckâŠâ she cries out, hips bucking subtly as her whines turn to breathy pleas.
He appreciates her guidance, but Lando tunes into her physical feedback instead. The flutter of her inner walls is everything he needs in order to adjust himself when he nears her clit, and the way her toes curl once pleasure spikes supports his assumptions. He zeros in there, mouth hovering before applying a steady suction directly to the swollen nub, pulling it between his lips with enough pressure to make stars burst behind her eyelids. Her back bows once more, and he releases her from his mouth slowly, tongue sliding up and down the peak with a flat press before building again.
Rinse and repeat: suck, hold, release, lick, each cycle pushing her closer to the sweet edge.
In her ecstatic state, she thinks that Lando has never eaten her out this good before, but itâs because he knows her too well, and this time around is supposed to feel different. The man whoâs taken her apart with rough hands and relentless thrusts is now piecing her back together with gentleness. His fingers join occasionally, not penetrating but circling her hole, dipping just the tip inside to feel her clench before withdrawing, all while his mouth keeps soothing her in the most sweet-agonizing-hot-euphoric-tears-inducing way.
The soreness fades under his undivided attention, transmuted into molten heat, her insides pulsing with need and not the same pain from earlier.
âPlease,â she inhales sharply, fingers twisting in his hair. âNeed it⊠harder. Suck it harder,â sweat beads on her skin as she guids his head more into her.
Landoâs own arousal stirs, his cock hardening against the mattress. âThatâs good, baby,â he pulls back for a breath of air, enough to whisper hotly, âGrind on my tongue like that. Show me how you need it.â
He resumes the same rhythm the moment she moans again, tongue delving deeper this time, lapping at her slit where her arousal pools thicker every time he goes back for more. He savors the way she surrenders to him, all the discomfort melting into liquid heat inside his mouth. Each wide stroke covers her entirely, from the tender outer edges to the slick channel as he works his jaw to coax the pleasure out of her.
Her breaths come in pants by now, the walls of their bedroom echoing with wet sounds and a lot of sobs.
âThe fucking mouth on you, baby. Donât stop, donât stop,â she begs, hands grabbing fistfuls of his curls to keep him between her legs while, in the meantime, her thighs lose their stability around his shoulders.
Lando obeys without second thought, nose brushing her clit every time his tongue thrusts shallowly inside her, curling to tease her sensitive spots. The pressure becomes too much in a blink of an eye and, soon, her hips begin to shake instinctively to chase the friction, grinding against his face in desperate rhythm.
Feeling her impatience, a smile curves Landoâs mouth, the smug expression buried between her legs but felt in the way his cheeks dimple against her clit. At that, he sucks harder, tongue flicking in tandem, teasing the underside before flattening wide again, collecting every tremor from her aching body. It makes him groan against her pussy like a savage animal, the buzzing of it sending fresh sparks of pleasure shooting up her spine.
He tries to adjust his position again, preparing himself for what heâs setting her off to, gripping her ass to hold her in place. His thumbs move on instinct to spread her wider so he can bury his tongue deeper. At the new angle, her whines grow louder, muffled only by the press of his head between her legs. He can feel her tightening as she nears the edge, and the throbbing only spurs him on, his own arousal spiking at the thought of making her shatter like this, with nothing but his tongue playing at her clit.
When it hits, itâs a privilege to drink her in, the flood of her wettness coating his chin, then running down his wide neck, warm, like spilled coffee. A rich and unfiltered essence that he laps up greedily, prolonging the bliss to make her release all the more devastating.
Uninterrupted series of moans fill the air, her walls clenching around nothing as pleasure spills out of her, accompanied by her hips jerking erratically. Each contraction sends jolts of bliss radiating outward that Lando swallows with an asphyxiated groan. Her body shudders violently as she rides the peak, fingers still locked in his curls, holding him there through the aftershocks that ripple endlessly.
Her pleasure fuels his, the intimacy of holding her through it until his knuckles turn white making Landoâs heart race as much as his cock. So he doesnât let up, sucking gently to claim every last pulse, until she slumps back on the bed, all spent and glowing; he lingers there for a moment longer, pressing tiny kisses to her heated skin.
Finally, when he lifts his head, his face is flushed as if he ran a marathon, lips and chin glistening with her slickness like itâs some sort of prize. Drunk on her, Lando places one more kiss to her inner thigh before wiping his mouth with the back of his hand and settling beside her, cupping her hip.
âFuckinâ love it when you feed me breakfast in bed,â his smile turns into a playful grin as he brushes his nose against her cheek. âHow about some coffee now?â
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nooooooo don't be a coward, write the fic!!! We could never judge you, we want the filth!!! ALL of it!!!
Swallow | LNâŽ
đžïž inspired by this ask
đžïž summary ââââ Summer break is about to end, which is why they are taking advantage of every moment of peace they have left before returning to the real world.
đžïž pairing ââââ Lando Norris x she/her reader
đžïž rating ââââ explicit
đžïž warnings ââââ 18+, mature/sexual content, descriptive language, enclosed environment, sexual innuendo, cursing, light teasing, smut, oral â (f)receiving, cum play & spitting, unprotected sex, overstimulation, Lando is obsessed, fluff at the end, bittersweet because they donât want summer to end (this was sitting unedited in my drafts since late August oopsies).
đžïž word count ââââ 2.7k
đžïž date ââââ Nov. 12, 2025
đžïž a/n ââââ I know itâs been a couple of months and this is barely enough, but Iâve been facing the horrors, my friends, and they persist (both physically and mentally). Iâm trying to go back into writing one-shots, but the updates might come a bit slower, because when Iâm not around, my writer mind is plagued with scenarios and schemes for the book Iâm (still) attempting to get to a complete first draft. Itâs... a lot of work, but thank you for being so patient with me. Next update coming soon (hopefully) đđ€đ»
đ A secluded cove on the Costa Brava, Spain
IT BEGAN TO rain in the morning, and by lunchtime, it became clear that the weather had settled on a mood of its own. The sound of raindrops against the windows has become the rhythm of the day, shattering any hope they had of spending at least a few hours on the beach before their vacation ends and having to return to real life.
The resort they are staying at looks beautiful even under grey skies, though. Pale stone walls glisten wet, and beyond the balcony, the palm trees bend lazily with the weight of the storm.
Inside their room, curtains sway lazily with the evening breeze, blending the smell of salt from the sea outside with the smell of sex from the hours theyâve spent tangled in each other, since they couldnât find another activity to keep them busy. Although they tried to watch a Spanish movie that was on, but quickly got bored of throwing incorrect translations at each other.
She lies against him now, her body looking like a beautiful wreck of exhaustion, skin warm and newly tanned. Sheâs draped in one of his white shirts, though it does little to hide the curve of her thighs or the heat radiating off her still.
Lando knows he should let her sleep. There is still plenty of time until dinner, and the fact that theyâll have to wake up early to catch their flight is just another reason why they both need to rest. Theyâve been at it all afternoon â he swears it wasnât his intention, but canât complain either â and the faint pink marks his fingers left on her hips remind him just how rough he can get in the haze of her pleas.
Truth be told, his cock hasnât stayed soft for longer than a couple of hours at a time since they arrived. One glance at his girlfriend, seeing her sweaty and ruined by him, and heâs suddenly hard again, obsessed with the way she falls apart under his touch. Again and again, no matter how many times he had brought her to this state before.
A small smile curls at his lips as he lets his hand slip under the hem of the shirt. The skin of her stomach is silky smooth, hot and familiar, but lower, his fingers graze the sticky mess he left buried inside her. It makes him sigh quietly, her face distorting in pleasure being the only image his mind can still project.
Careful not to wake her yet, Lando nudges her knees apart, making more room for himself between them. The sight alone has him swallowing hard, her thighs parting for him like instinct. His heart kicks in his chest, but it isnât nerves. At this point, itâs pure madness. He lives for worshiping her, keeping her full, reminding her times on end that no matter how needy she gets, heâll always be there to take care of her.
When heâs close enough, her scent hits him full force, sweet and dizzying in the way it makes his mouth water like heâs been conditioned to; he is sure nothing in the world tastes that good. She lingers on his tongue, in his lungs, in every heartbeat that stumbles when sheâs near. Itâs the way sheâs so deep under his skin to the point it turned him into someone who forgets where he ends and she begins. Heâs simply transfixed by the sight of her, used and wrecked, already stretched by the thick weight of him, and he has to remind himself that he can still be a man who knows restraint, even when every part of him is aching to give in. It should make him feel guilty, but then Lando remembers all the times she begged him to fuck her harder, and any trace of guilt evaporates under the memory that gives him goosebumps every time he recalls it.
She did this to him without even trying, and he let her.
Would let her again.
Would let himself fall from grace, if it meant sheâd smile when he landed.
Gently, with the kind of patience only she brings out in him, he drags a finger up her slit, gathering every bit of slick thatâs leaking from her. He has to bite back a whimper in the process, forcing himself to stay quiet in case she stirs. Then slowly, he eases one finger inside, and the reaction is instant: her body clamps down on him like sheâs been waiting for it all along, pulling at his finger with such greedy tightness it makes his breath catch. As a reaction, the girl lets out a soft cry, but she doesnât fully wake.
Knowing heâs running out of time, Lando leans in, mouth parting, and presses his tongue flat against her swollen folds. The same taste that haunts his dreams floods his senses now, both salty and sweet and achingly familiar, a hum of relief coming out of his throat. The sound vibrates through her, makes her hips twitch subconsciously, pushing closer to his mouth as if even in this in-between state, she knows he wonât fail to make her see stars.
Lando closes his eyes, lost to the sensation of her warmth and softness coating his tongue. He licks long stripes along her clit, soothing the soreness he left behind with tender strokes. Every little squirm of hers drives him deeper into that madness, unintentionally causing him to crave more of her: more sounds, more reactions, more proof that sheâll always be his most intoxicating obsession.
Gradually, his breath kicks up, his cock straining painfully against the mattress as he grinds down, just trying to take the edge off while he devours her; the faint whisper of his name on her lips only fuels him further.
Her thighs quiver, then close around his head, wanting to keep him there forever as if it is his home, his safe place.
Lando chuckles against her, but he pries them back open with firm hands on her inner thighs. âNah, baby. Keep âem wide for me.â
And then heâs there, his tongue pushing into her, splitting her open with one goal in mind. She gasps, moaning properly now, fingers darting into his curls, tugging at them with desperation that makes his heart race faster. The more she pulls, the harder he works, flattening his tongue, swirling it, lapping up everything she gives him.
Her voice is music in his ears, breaking on his name, âLando. Fuck⊠Lando, please.â
He grins, pulling back to rasp, âThere she is,â half growl, half praise, before he dives back in.
This time, he presses his plump lips against her gaping hole, sealing around her with no way of missing anything. And sucks. Hard. His stomach flips, the taste hitting him like a punch: the sharp tang of her arousal, mixed with the saltier remnants of his cum heâd left inside her. Itâs borderline obscene, too intimate, and it makes him whine like heâs the one being pleasured.
She cries high in her throat, arching up into his mouth, her body trembling under the assault of his tongue working deep, pulling every drop out of her. Once heâs satisfied and makes sure he canât gather anymore, Lando lifts his head from between her legs, his lips shining like a blanket of stars on a clear midnight sky. Then he moves fast, bracing himself above her, his curls wild, pupils blown wide with mischief. He opens his mouth and lets the slick heâs been savoring pool on his tongue, then spits it straight into her waiting mouth. She gasps at the heat of it, half-moaning the second he immediately crushes his mouth against hers in a kiss. Itâs messy and frantic, spit and cum and her own taste shared between them, their tongues tangling with want that borders on desperation.
He too cannot abstain from the mess between them, moaning as loud into her mouth, gripping her jaw with one hand to keep her there, tasting every bit of the filth theyâve made together before parting slightly.
âSwallow,â he rasps.
She wouldâve swallowed on instinct anyway; is second nature by now.
The girl attempts an inhale but chokes, her back arching off the sheets, legs wrapping around his waist. âCome here,â her voice cracks with anticipation, body trembling with desire in every cell. âGet inside, since thatâs how you wanna wake me up,â she talks fast, her hand fumbling between them, searching blindly, until she finds him heavy and flushed, aching in her grasp.
It takes nothing more than her guiding him, tugging lightly, for Lando to line himself up with ease. Her bodyâs ready, dripping from all his teasing, and the moment his tip nudges her opening, itâs like they both break at once. She welcomes him in, her cunt swallowing the thick length, inch by inch.
Lando almost sobs deep in his chest, forehead dropping against hers as he bottoms out, fully seated inside her. His hand instinctively trails down to her neck, fingers tracing its fragile outline, squeezing as he pulls out, only to thrust back in with much force. Thereâs no patience left in him, and no room for gentleness. The wet sounds of him sliding through her tight heat fill the room, mixing with her breathy moans. Every time his cock hits that spot deep inside, her cry pitches higher, her nails clawing into the arm that keeps her in place, in order to anchor herself.
He shudders, teeth gritted, his thick head dragging perfectly against her sweet spot. He knows itâs only a matter of time before he loses it. Before her walls pull the release out of him and he stuffs her full all over again. The thought alone has his hips driving faster, chasing that inevitable end with every needy thrust.
âCanât get enough of you,â Lando growls against her lips, his thrusts powerful enough to rattle the frame beneath them. âHow am I supposed to go back to work after this?â
Her nails dig further into his bicep, head tipped back against the pillow. âQuit,â she jokes, but Lando still nods in agreement, leaning to steal another kiss.
It turns messy fast, her whimpers slipping out of her throat the moment he thrusts so deep that the bed continues its protests with every snap of his hips.
âFucking take it, baby,â he pants, voice breaking, âGet your favorite thing, just like that.â
âYouâre my favorite thing,â she mewls, her palms cupping each side of his face, pressing her thumb into his lower lip to catch his attention.
The honesty behind her words wreck him. Lando falters only for a heartbeat, his cock throbbing violently inside her before he lets go, the rush hitting him like a tidal wave. White-hot euphoria floods out of him, so hard that it leaks between their joined bodies, dripping down her folds while staring at her face as if seeing her in a new light.
The girl doesnât break until the very end, her orgasm ripping through her just as he starts to pull out, leaving only his swollen tip stretching her entrance. Pulsing and spent, he holds it there, letting her gush around him, then groans as he pushes back inside a couple more times in order to guide her through it. Itâs everything he needed, and more, collapsing against her chest, sweaty and breathless.
She kisses his temple softly, listening to how his breathing evens out, little by little, his hand absentmindedly tracing the slope of her side. As a response, Lando hums with satisfaction, cheek pressed against her skin, eyes sparkling up at her like sheâs the only thing in the world.
It would be perfect if she doesnât immediately push at his shoulder, making him grunt as she twists to reach the nightstand.
âPardon, whereâs your heart? Kicking me off already?â he teases, watching her rummage blindly until her fingers close around a small pack of cinnamon drops.
She smirks, tearing it open and popping one into her mouth before holding the next to his lips. âNot yet,â she replies, voice muffled as she snuggles back against him. âGetting rid of the taste of us before I start craving round⊠six? Thatâs crazy,â she laughs. âShould we just accept weâre feral cave people now?â
Lando smirks, sucking on his drop before asking, âWould you rather play sudoku?â
âI can kick your ass at sudoku very well,â the girl shoots him an immediate look.
âYeah, âcause youâre a nerd,â he shrugs.
âAnd what about it?â
âNothing,â says Lando, his eyebrows raising for a fraction. âI think itâs hot.â
Acting on instinct, his long fingers move to brush along her temple, tucking a stray strand of hair behind her ear. The touch is gentle, a small act of innocent love after the avalanche of dirty scenarios that crossed his mind just a few minutes ago; she does that to him. He guides her closer then, until her head finds its place against his bare chest, where his heartbeat thunders steady beneath.
Itâs quiet for a while, but then she shighs, pretending to think. In reality, this thought had plagued her mind since the very first day they arrived here. âI donât wanna leave this place,â she whispers, disturbing the stillness.
Lando canât answer right away. Heâs still too caught up in her and the aftertaste of their connection, content to just hum in return, a soft sound that barely registers in her ears. However, the way he keeps tracing his fingers along her side, tells her everything she needs to know. Itâs almost absentminded, the way he touches her, memorizing her in silence, even though his gaze is somewhere far away, not lost, but lingering in that quiet space between satisfaction and exhaustion.
The girl tilts her head to look at him, a faint smile appearing on her face. âLan? You woke me up like that only to fall asleep on me now?â
His mouth twitches, its corners lifting just a little. âMhm... sue me.â
She laughs, her hand finding his, fingers brushing along his palm before she laces them together. He squeezes back for a fraction, the pressure of it reassuring.
âWeâre still getting dinner later, right?â
With his eyes closed now, Lando lets out a breathy chuckle, âDidnât you just eat?â
It takes her half a second to register what he means, and when she does, her cheeks flush instantly, blooming a warm, embarrassed red. âLando,â she warns, mortified but trying not to laugh.
âDonât blame me?â he says innocently, even though heâs grinning now, âYou walked right into that one.â
She drops his hand with a huff only to smack his chest, hard enough to make him flinch and laugh out loud. âDisgusting, disgusting man!â
âAlright, mate. No violence,â heâs twisting away from her swat but too tired to actually escape.
âStop being an idiot then,â she fires back, though the way her lips fight a smile betrays her.
He finally rolls onto his side to face her, his grin softening into something that looks a lot like gratitude and affection. âDonât worry, I made reservations,â he says, voice a little rough, exhaution still clinging to the edges of it.
She frowns. âYou did?â
Lando nods. âSomewhere nice. So donât think youâre getting out of wearing that red dress you packed.â
Before she can argue, heâs already tugging her closer to him once again, one arm slipping around her waist. He kisses her gently and unrushed, trying to stretch the moment out as far as it will go. Her fingers curl around his neck, the world outside their little bubble disappearing every time he kisses her like that. And when he finally pulls away, itâs only by a breath, their warmth lingering between them like a string neither of them wants to let go of.
âThank you,â she says, and Lando knows it goes deeper than him being thoughtful. Itâs for all the small things heâs learned without her ever having to say them. For communicating without words.
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summary: where you and Lando wants to get away from the world⊠but he had to wear that tank top.
words count: 1,5k
pairing: lando norris x gf!reader
warnings: 18+, light fluff in the beggining, teasing, oral (m receiving), distracting the driver (donât do that! keep yourself safe!!) dominance, prasing, little degrading, reader is eager.
authorâs note: heyheyheyyy iâm back! iâm so sorry, but nooothing came to my mind when i wanted to write. but iâm back with this random idea because i couldnât get this picture out of my mind. i hope you like it!! and i will start to get on those requests! i havenât forgotten them! kissesss!!đđ
The light summer breeze played with your hair as you drove down a quiet, lonely road somewhere far away.
You and Lando had decided to take a little trip after the race â somewhere sunny, because after all the ski getaways, he wanted warmth. You didn't argue. You hated the cold.
You smiled, soaking in the heat on your face, sunglasses perched on your nose, one hand lazily hanging out the window, letting the wind slip between your fingers.
Your gaze dropped to your lap, where one of Lando's large, veiny hands rested on your thigh, his thumb tracing slow, lazy circles into your skin. Soft country music hummed through the speakers. You looked over at the driver's seat, fully mesmerized by the boy beside you.
He looked so good. Tanned skin, fresh haircut, clean-shaven face. You reached over to brush your fingers through the back of his hair. He melted into your touch, tilting his head back slightly with a soft smile.
He glanced your way.
"You look happy," he said with a grin.
"I am." You smiled, warm and easy. He looked back to the road, but you kept talking. "I'm with you. You're calm. You're happy. There's nothing more I could ask for."
He reached for your hand, cheeks dusted with the faintest blush, bringing your knuckles to his lips for a gentle kiss. You laced your fingers through his.
"I love you," he said. "You were my biggest rock this year. And I couldn't be more grateful."
Your heart swelled. "I'll always be here for you, pretty boy," you murmured, brushing your hand across his shoulder.
But your touch didn't stop there.
Your eyes lingered on his arms as your hand drifted lower. That stupid tank top â the one that always made it way too obvious how big his arms really were. You bit your lip, fingertips grazing along the curve of his biceps.
He felt the shift instantly.
"What are you doing, beautiful?" he asked, suspicion laced through amusement.
"Nothing. Just admiring how hot my boyfriend is." You shrugged, voice innocent.
"Mmm, I fear you've got unholy thoughts in that head of yours."
"Would I be that see-through?" you teased, voice dipping lower as your hand slipped toward the waistband of his shorts. "I mean... can you blame me?"
"Sweetheart, stop." He shifted in his seat, adjusting slightly.
"How long's the drive?" you asked, toying with the string on his shorts now, fingertips brushing over it deliberately.
"We're not even halfway there, honeyâ" he gasped, shooting one hand out to catch yours mid-motion. "Pace yourself," he warned, voice sharp with tension.
"That's so long," you whined. "I need you now..." you whispered, leaning closer, lips brushing his ear.
"Yeah, I'm sorry to hear that, baby, but we have to keep moving."
You grinned wickedly. "Then just keep driving."
"What?" he asked, brow furrowed â but you were already unbuckling your seatbelt and tugging at the strings of his shorts.
"Baby, noâfuckâ" he gripped the steering wheel tighter as you started to tug down his waistband.
"Are you gonna help me out here, big boy?" you asked, looking up at him, bending over the console with a smirk.
"Fuckâ" he muttered, glancing quickly at the road, then laughing breathlessly as he lifted his hips. "You're impossible, you know that?"
You smiled as you pulled his shorts and boxers down in one smooth motion.
His cock was already half-hard as you wrapped your hand around him, stroking him lightly, your lips brushing against his ear.
"You've got one job now, handsome," you whispered teasingly, making him suck in a breath. "Keep your eyes on the road and don't crash." You pressed a kiss to his cheek.
You lowered your head, exhaling softly over his dick â it twitched at the sensation.
"Come on, babyâ you're killing me," he whined.
"You just won a fucking Formula 1 championship and you can't handle a little teasing?" you asked wickedly, flicking your tongue across his tip.
He groaned, one hand shooting out to tangle in your hair.
"You're making it really hard to concentrate right now, baby," he gritted, shifting in his seat.
"Really?" you taunted, stroking him slowly. "You could concentrate when it was raining like hell," â you licked a stripe up his shaft â "you could concentrate when Verstappen was breathing down your neck..." You continued, leaving open-mouthed kisses along his length. "And now you're telling me you can't handle this little distraction?"
"Oh, for fuck's sakeâ" he growled, impatience bleeding through. "Are you gonna suck my dick or just keep running that smart little mouth of yours?"
His grip tightened in your hair.
You grinned up at him, biting your lip. "Ah, there he is."
"As you command, my champ," you murmured, before finally taking him into your mouth.
He moaned instantly, the sound hitting low in his throat as your warm, wet lips wrapped around him.
You started slow, swirling your tongue around the veins running along his shaft. One hand worked what your mouth couldn't take, your movements deliberate, teasing.
You began to bob your head slowly, his fist in your hair guiding your rhythm, helping you move just a little faster.
"Ah, yesâ that's it, baby. So good..." he moaned above you, his head falling back against the seat even as his eyes stayed locked on the road.
You glanced up at him from the corner of your eye â he looked wrecked. Eyes dark with lust, lips parted, breathing hard, trying to keep it together.
The sight only made you hungrier.
You pushed forward, taking more of him, moaning softly at the weight and taste of him.
"Oh god, yesâ fuck," he gasped, his hips starting to twitch forward.
The moan that spilled from your throat vibrated around him, and it must've hit just right â he suddenly pressed harder on the gas pedal.
The car bumped from the sudden jolt, making you choke slightly around his length.
"Shitâ you okay?" he asked quickly, glancing down at you.
You nodded, eyes watery but determined, never slowing your pace.
His hand relaxed slightly, fingers gently brushing through your hair now, voice rough as he murmured, âGood girlâŠâ lightly guiding your head up and down.
âTaking me so well. God, youâre so fucking beautiful like thisâ all eagerâŠâ
He glanced down at you, moaning.
âChoking on my cock. You love this dick, yeah?â
You moaned in response, moving your head faster, the praise making your whole body pulse.
Your hands gripped his thighs tightly, grounding yourself as you picked up the pace.
âOh, fuck, yesââ he groaned, his hips starting to move in sync with your mouth.
âGod, youâre so tightâfuckkkkââ
Spit was dripping down your chin, but you didnât care. All you cared about was making him feel good.
You loved this side of himâcompletely losing control, unraveling under you.
You took him deeper, your throat tightening as you gagged slightly, the sound making him gasp.
âFuck, fuck, fuuuckâ thatâs it, baby,â he moaned, voice wrecked.
âIâm gonna come. Youâre gonna swallow it, yeah? You gonna be my good girl?â
You moaned in response, tears stinging your eyes as you hollowed your cheeks and nodded, still bobbing your head, still moaning around him.
âOh fuuuckââ he growled, holding your head down as his hips bucked a few more timesâ
âand then with a guttural moan, he came deep inside your mouth.
You swallowed everything.
He was panting above you, one hand stroking your hair gently, the other resting on the steering wheel.
You smiled as you gave him a few soft kitten licks, then kissed his sensitive tip before tucking him back into his shorts.
You wiped your mouth with the back of your hand and sat up just as the car rolled to a stop.
You blinked in confusion, only for him to suddenly grab the back of your neck and kiss you hardâbreathless and greedy.
âYouâre perfect,â he whispered against your lips.
You giggled, dizzy with satisfaction.
âYouâre really the woman of my dreams,â he added, kissing you again, softer this time, over and over like he couldnât stop.
âWell⊠you arenât too bad yourself,â you teased, brushing your fingers along his cheek.
âAt least you didnât crash.â
He laughed, reaching out to tuck a messy strand of hair behind your ear.
âYeah. Barely.â
He kissed you once more before you settled back into your seat and buckled your seatbelt.
He looked over at you with that dumb, dopey smile of his.
âCan we continue our trip now?â
You smirked. âI donât even get why you stopped.â
âFuckââ he laughed, grabbing your hand and lacing his fingers with yours again.
âJust wait âtil we get to the hotel,â he warned, voice low, leaning closer.
âYouâre gonna beg for mercy, baby.â
âIs that a threat or a promise?â you asked, eyes locked on his.
âYouâre impossible,â he whispered on your lips, kissing you tenderly.
âYouâd hate me if I werenât,â you murmured, pecking him one last time.
âTrue,â he smirked, shifting back into his seat. The engine purred to life again as he started driving.
But one of his hands stayed right thereâtangled with yours, resting warm in your lap.
summary: where you and Lando wants to get away from the world⊠but he had to wear that tank top.
words count: 1,5k
pairing: lando norris x gf!reader
warnings: 18+, light fluff in the beggining, teasing, oral (m receiving), distracting the driver (donât do that! keep yourself safe!!) dominance, prasing, little degrading, reader is eager.
authorâs note: heyheyheyyy iâm back! iâm so sorry, but nooothing came to my mind when i wanted to write. but iâm back with this random idea because i couldnât get this picture out of my mind. i hope you like it!! and i will start to get on those requests! i havenât forgotten them! kissesss!!đđ
The light summer breeze played with your hair as you drove down a quiet, lonely road somewhere far away.
You and Lando had decided to take a little trip after the race â somewhere sunny, because after all the ski getaways, he wanted warmth. You didn't argue. You hated the cold.
You smiled, soaking in the heat on your face, sunglasses perched on your nose, one hand lazily hanging out the window, letting the wind slip between your fingers.
Your gaze dropped to your lap, where one of Lando's large, veiny hands rested on your thigh, his thumb tracing slow, lazy circles into your skin. Soft country music hummed through the speakers. You looked over at the driver's seat, fully mesmerized by the boy beside you.
He looked so good. Tanned skin, fresh haircut, clean-shaven face. You reached over to brush your fingers through the back of his hair. He melted into your touch, tilting his head back slightly with a soft smile.
He glanced your way.
"You look happy," he said with a grin.
"I am." You smiled, warm and easy. He looked back to the road, but you kept talking. "I'm with you. You're calm. You're happy. There's nothing more I could ask for."
He reached for your hand, cheeks dusted with the faintest blush, bringing your knuckles to his lips for a gentle kiss. You laced your fingers through his.
"I love you," he said. "You were my biggest rock this year. And I couldn't be more grateful."
Your heart swelled. "I'll always be here for you, pretty boy," you murmured, brushing your hand across his shoulder.
But your touch didn't stop there.
Your eyes lingered on his arms as your hand drifted lower. That stupid tank top â the one that always made it way too obvious how big his arms really were. You bit your lip, fingertips grazing along the curve of his biceps.
He felt the shift instantly.
"What are you doing, beautiful?" he asked, suspicion laced through amusement.
"Nothing. Just admiring how hot my boyfriend is." You shrugged, voice innocent.
"Mmm, I fear you've got unholy thoughts in that head of yours."
"Would I be that see-through?" you teased, voice dipping lower as your hand slipped toward the waistband of his shorts. "I mean... can you blame me?"
"Sweetheart, stop." He shifted in his seat, adjusting slightly.
"How long's the drive?" you asked, toying with the string on his shorts now, fingertips brushing over it deliberately.
"We're not even halfway there, honeyâ" he gasped, shooting one hand out to catch yours mid-motion. "Pace yourself," he warned, voice sharp with tension.
"That's so long," you whined. "I need you now..." you whispered, leaning closer, lips brushing his ear.
"Yeah, I'm sorry to hear that, baby, but we have to keep moving."
You grinned wickedly. "Then just keep driving."
"What?" he asked, brow furrowed â but you were already unbuckling your seatbelt and tugging at the strings of his shorts.
"Baby, noâfuckâ" he gripped the steering wheel tighter as you started to tug down his waistband.
"Are you gonna help me out here, big boy?" you asked, looking up at him, bending over the console with a smirk.
"Fuckâ" he muttered, glancing quickly at the road, then laughing breathlessly as he lifted his hips. "You're impossible, you know that?"
You smiled as you pulled his shorts and boxers down in one smooth motion.
His cock was already half-hard as you wrapped your hand around him, stroking him lightly, your lips brushing against his ear.
"You've got one job now, handsome," you whispered teasingly, making him suck in a breath. "Keep your eyes on the road and don't crash." You pressed a kiss to his cheek.
You lowered your head, exhaling softly over his dick â it twitched at the sensation.
"Come on, babyâ you're killing me," he whined.
"You just won a fucking Formula 1 championship and you can't handle a little teasing?" you asked wickedly, flicking your tongue across his tip.
He groaned, one hand shooting out to tangle in your hair.
"You're making it really hard to concentrate right now, baby," he gritted, shifting in his seat.
"Really?" you taunted, stroking him slowly. "You could concentrate when it was raining like hell," â you licked a stripe up his shaft â "you could concentrate when Verstappen was breathing down your neck..." You continued, leaving open-mouthed kisses along his length. "And now you're telling me you can't handle this little distraction?"
"Oh, for fuck's sakeâ" he growled, impatience bleeding through. "Are you gonna suck my dick or just keep running that smart little mouth of yours?"
His grip tightened in your hair.
You grinned up at him, biting your lip. "Ah, there he is."
"As you command, my champ," you murmured, before finally taking him into your mouth.
He moaned instantly, the sound hitting low in his throat as your warm, wet lips wrapped around him.
You started slow, swirling your tongue around the veins running along his shaft. One hand worked what your mouth couldn't take, your movements deliberate, teasing.
You began to bob your head slowly, his fist in your hair guiding your rhythm, helping you move just a little faster.
"Ah, yesâ that's it, baby. So good..." he moaned above you, his head falling back against the seat even as his eyes stayed locked on the road.
You glanced up at him from the corner of your eye â he looked wrecked. Eyes dark with lust, lips parted, breathing hard, trying to keep it together.
The sight only made you hungrier.
You pushed forward, taking more of him, moaning softly at the weight and taste of him.
"Oh god, yesâ fuck," he gasped, his hips starting to twitch forward.
The moan that spilled from your throat vibrated around him, and it must've hit just right â he suddenly pressed harder on the gas pedal.
The car bumped from the sudden jolt, making you choke slightly around his length.
"Shitâ you okay?" he asked quickly, glancing down at you.
You nodded, eyes watery but determined, never slowing your pace.
His hand relaxed slightly, fingers gently brushing through your hair now, voice rough as he murmured, âGood girlâŠâ lightly guiding your head up and down.
âTaking me so well. God, youâre so fucking beautiful like thisâ all eagerâŠâ
He glanced down at you, moaning.
âChoking on my cock. You love this dick, yeah?â
You moaned in response, moving your head faster, the praise making your whole body pulse.
Your hands gripped his thighs tightly, grounding yourself as you picked up the pace.
âOh, fuck, yesââ he groaned, his hips starting to move in sync with your mouth.
âGod, youâre so tightâfuckkkkââ
Spit was dripping down your chin, but you didnât care. All you cared about was making him feel good.
You loved this side of himâcompletely losing control, unraveling under you.
You took him deeper, your throat tightening as you gagged slightly, the sound making him gasp.
âFuck, fuck, fuuuckâ thatâs it, baby,â he moaned, voice wrecked.
âIâm gonna come. Youâre gonna swallow it, yeah? You gonna be my good girl?â
You moaned in response, tears stinging your eyes as you hollowed your cheeks and nodded, still bobbing your head, still moaning around him.
âOh fuuuckââ he growled, holding your head down as his hips bucked a few more timesâ
âand then with a guttural moan, he came deep inside your mouth.
You swallowed everything.
He was panting above you, one hand stroking your hair gently, the other resting on the steering wheel.
You smiled as you gave him a few soft kitten licks, then kissed his sensitive tip before tucking him back into his shorts.
You wiped your mouth with the back of your hand and sat up just as the car rolled to a stop.
You blinked in confusion, only for him to suddenly grab the back of your neck and kiss you hardâbreathless and greedy.
âYouâre perfect,â he whispered against your lips.
You giggled, dizzy with satisfaction.
âYouâre really the woman of my dreams,â he added, kissing you again, softer this time, over and over like he couldnât stop.
âWell⊠you arenât too bad yourself,â you teased, brushing your fingers along his cheek.
âAt least you didnât crash.â
He laughed, reaching out to tuck a messy strand of hair behind your ear.
âYeah. Barely.â
He kissed you once more before you settled back into your seat and buckled your seatbelt.
He looked over at you with that dumb, dopey smile of his.
âCan we continue our trip now?â
You smirked. âI donât even get why you stopped.â
âFuckââ he laughed, grabbing your hand and lacing his fingers with yours again.
âJust wait âtil we get to the hotel,â he warned, voice low, leaning closer.
âYouâre gonna beg for mercy, baby.â
âIs that a threat or a promise?â you asked, eyes locked on his.
âYouâre impossible,â he whispered on your lips, kissing you tenderly.
âYouâd hate me if I werenât,â you murmured, pecking him one last time.
âTrue,â he smirked, shifting back into his seat. The engine purred to life again as he started driving.
But one of his hands stayed right thereâtangled with yours, resting warm in your lap.
âïžâđ„authorâs note: hey there! so yeah i tried something different. in this scenario Lando just woned WDC (letâs manifest it) and yeah heâs kinda toxic but i really tried to show heâs not a villain. i hope you like it, and donât worry iâm coming with more spicier stuff later! ;) kisses!! đ
I still remember the day he won.
It was magical. He was the happiest I had ever seen him.
Heâd worked his whole life for that moment.
I still remember the smell of champagne, the confetti in my hair.
I remember how he kissed me â tears running down his face â whispering âthank you, thank you,â like I had done it for him.
I was so proud of him. He deserved it more than anyone.
We celebrated for almost two weeks straight.
But we didnât care.
This was something worth celebrating.
We were on cloud nine.
We were the happiest people on Earth.
We were in love.
We thought nothing could stop us.
How naive we were.
It was loud.
The party was loud.
Everyone was cheering for Lando.
It had been three weeks since he won the World Driversâ Championship.
I smiled at him as he danced with his friends, a drink in my hand, something bubbly I didnât even remember ordering.
He looked good.
The title looked good on him.
Too good, maybe.
And I wasnât the only one who noticed.
I used to smile at fans. Take their gifts, hand them to him, pose for their pictures.
But lately⊠it wasnât the fans that made me uneasy.
It was the models. The actresses. The celebrities.
The ones who looked at him not like a driver, but like a prize.
And the worst part? Lando liked it. A little too much.
I tried to talk to him about it. About how I felt.
But he always brushed me off with some cocky, half-laugh.
âCome on, canât a guy enjoy a little attention these days?â
And I was happy for him. God, I was.
But sometimes it felt like he was chasing their attention now, and forgetting mine.
Tonight was no different.
I watched as a tall, model-looking girl approached him.
I couldnât hear what they were saying, but I didnât need to.
Her hand was on his chest. Her lips near his ear.
And when she bit her lip, I knew she wasnât asking where the bathroom was.
My chest tightened.
I hated this.
I trusted him. I did.
But it was hard to ignore his hand resting gently on her hip.
Fuck that.
I stood up and walked over, fury in my eyes.
When he saw me, there was a flicker of guilt in his.
âSorry,â I said with a venomous smile. âCan I steal him?â
I looked at the girl.
She gave me a once-over with a smirk.
âUm, no,â she giggled. âWeâre having a conversation.â
Her hand slid lower.
âYeah, honey, I donât fucking care. Leave my man alone.â
I grabbed Landoâs wrist and dragged him out of the club.
âWhat the fuck was that?â he snapped, turning me around once we were outside.
âThat?â I shouted. âWhat the fuck were you doing? Flirting with that model, putting your hands on her like youâre single?â
I gestured wildly. âLando, let me remind you â you have a girlfriend. ME.â
âI know!â he shouted back. âBut fuck, youâve been like this ever since I won. You canât just be happy for me. Youâre always yelling, always accusing me of something. So what if I talk to other people? Itâs not like I cheated on you.â
Tears welled in my eyes.
âI canât be happy for you? Are you fucking serious right now?â
âI cried when you won! Iâve celebrated you for three weeks straight!â
I grabbed his hands.
âLando, those people donât love you. They love your title. They see the fame, not you.â
He looked away. And then he said it.
âYeah, well⊠nobody really loved me before I was WDC. Everyone only wanted me after I won.â
I stepped back.
Shocked.
I saw it â the instant regret in his eyes.
âAre you fucking serious?â I gasped. âI â I loved you through everything.â
âFrom your first F1 win, I was there. When you were struggling with McLaren, I was there. When you were breaking down over Oscar, I held your hand.â
âI brushed your hair. Took your phone away when the hate got too loud.â
âI loved you since forever.â
A single tear slid down my cheek.
âAnd now you act like I mean nothing.â
My voice softened, shaky.
âI know itâs a lot right now â the press, the fans, the attention.
But Iâm scared youâre starting to lose yourself.â
He said nothing.
Just stared past me.
Then finally, he shrugged.
âAlright. Iâm sorry. Can we go back in now?â
I laughed. Breathless.
He still didnât get it.
âNo. Actually⊠no.â
I crossed my arms. He looked at me, really looked now. Worried.
âI think Iâve had enough. I canât do this anymore.â
âWhat? Like⊠the party?â he asked, confused.
âNo.â
âThis.â I pointed between us. âI think we should break up.â
His eyes went wide.
But only for a moment.
Then came the smug smile.
âThen go. Youâre free to leave.â
He pointed to the street.
I bit my lip, nodded.
âAlright. Have fun, Lando.â
âI will,â he replied, grinning.
He thought I wouldnât go.
But this wasnât the man I fell in love with.
This was someone fame had poisoned.
So I walked.
Tears streamed down my face, legs weak, heart aching.
I wanted to turn around. I wanted to run back into his arms.
Let him break me again if it meant heâd hold me just once more.
But I couldnât.
If I stayed, this would eat me alive.
And then â I heard footsteps.
Fast.
âNoâno, no, please. Stop.â
He grabbed me from behind, arms around my waist, pulling me close.
âIâm sorry. Please,â he mumbled, kissing my neck.
âIâm such an idiot. I didnât mean it. Iâm sorry. Fuck, babyâplease donât leave me.â
His voice broke.
I felt the tears on my skin.
âI canât do this without you. I need you. I donât know who I am without you.â
He buried his face into my neck.
I almost gave in.
Almost turned around, wiped his tears, kissed them away.
But I couldnât.
He would burn me alive if I stayed.
âYou shouldâve thought about that before you destroyed us with your ego,â I whispered, just loud enough for him to hear.
I gently unfolded his arms from my waist and walked away.
summary: you get your first high profile client as an escort and it's not who you expected.
content: smut 18+, threesome, oral (male receiving), unprotected pnv (wrap it up), rough sex (like really rough), dirty talk, choking (please be safe), spanking (like a lot), aftercare <3
note: i can't believe this left my sick and twisted mind. marge if you see this i'm dreadfully sorry.
you were new to the escort world. you mostly served as a date for older men, occasionally dancing at stag dos and birthdays, sometimes more.Â
you liked it well enough, and it paid well. it was a good way for you to get through university.Â
you were lounging on the couch when you got a call from your agency.
âhello, how are you doing?â your manager asks you.
âiâm doing alright, did you have another appointment for me?â you return. you were told to call the meetings âappointmentsâ made them sound less like what they were.
âwell i wanted to ask you something. we have a very high profile client asking for a new girl, but itâs more than youâve done before.â she starts, piquing your interest.
âright.âÂ
âi know youâve done some private dances before and such, but i wanted to make sure that was ok with you before slotting you in.âÂ
âyeah thatâs fine.â a million thoughts running through your head. whoâs the client? would you know them? how much would you make?
âhe may ask you to go further, but you donât have to, whatever youâre comfortable with.â she continues, reminding you.
âyeah, thatâs fine, iâll be happy to do it.â youâre giddy. this was the first high profile client youâd been offered.
âwhatever happens, let us know and weâll bill him for it all. he also likes to invite friends occasionally, and he pays for them too.âÂ
this was getting better and better. you found yourself hoping that it wasnât weird old men.
âjust let me know the date and time and iâll be ready.â you respond.
âalright perfect, and wear the black dress.â you had a lot of black dresses, but only one was the black dress.
you conclude your conversation and hang up the phone.
you go to your closet and pick it up. to call it a dress was generous. but based on your conversation with your manager, it wouldnât be on for very long.
the top part was like a bikini, tying up behind your neck. the skirt barely covered your ass. it would definitely expose you if it shifted or rode up.Â
but guys loved it. it made you look more desirable than anything else you owned.Â
it meant you didnât wear a bra, but when you did private dances, that didnât really matter. they all wanted to see your bare chest anyway.
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the day had finally come. saturday night. the car was almost there to pick you up.Â
you check your makeup in the mirror for the last time, adding the final layer of setting spray.
you knew this look was going to have to last.Â
you leave the bathroom, grabbing your purse and strapping up your heels.Â
finally you put in your massive coat, hiding your outfit to the outside world.Â
you get into the car waiting for you, and the driver pulls away.Â
you have no idea where youâre going, but you know that the driver will be outside the entire time, and if anything goes wrong, you can call him up with a small button you keep in your purse.
your manager hadnât given you much more information. just the date and time, and how you should do your hair and makeup.Â
the client was a complete mystery.Â
you feel the car slowing and youâre pulled up in front of a hotel.Â
âiâll be in the lot if you need anything, the room number is 314.â he says to you, looking in the mirror.Â
you nod and get out. youâre so nervous.Â
you get inside the hotel and make your way towards the elevators.
you get one to yourself, and push the button for the third floor.
youâre tapping your foot to distract yourself, hands fiddling with your purse.Â
you get off the lift on the third floor and make your way to 314. you knock on the door, your curiosity eating you alive.Â
your shocked when the door is opened to reveal lando norris.
âhello.â he says, looking at you. âcome in.â he gestures towards the room.
youâre so gassed. finally no more ugly old men. this was how you knew you made it.
âyou donât mind if i have my friend here, do you?â he asks as you spot carlos sainz lounging on the couch.
you set your purse down to the side.
âno, thatâs quite alright.â you smile at him. âitâs a bit hot in here, donât you think?â you smile, dropping your coat to the floor.Â
âdios mio.â carlos says as he admires your figure. âthey sent a good one this time lando.â heâs looking over at his friend.Â
lando looks you over, smirking. he was very pleased with his purchase.Â
âwould you like a drink love?â he asks, moving towards the fridge.Â
âoh no thatâs alright.â you smile at him. you werenât allowed to get drunk when working.Â
he gets two beers for himself and carlos, and moves to the couch, sitting down.
âyou gonna dance for us angel?â lando turns on his speaker, putting on some music.Â
you dance by yourself first, letting yourself get immersed in the music.
after youâve warmed up for a few songs, you move over to the men. you touch lando first, and then go after carlos.
i feel the rush, addicted to your touch.
you sit down in landoâs lap, straddling him and grinding on him. your fingers rake over his chest. you make eye contact with him, licking your lips.
you give him a wink as you get up. you move over to carlos. you sit down on him, your back to his chest.Â
you lean forward with your hands on your knees. you grind your ass against his crotch, letting him see everything.Â
his hands roughly grab your hips and you lean into it. your dress was riding up, revealing your thong underneath.Â
âcarlos be nice. we donât even know what sheâs down for.â lando looks over at you. you smile at him, continuing to move against his friend.Â
âiâll do almost anything you want me to.â you have that sweet look on your face. trying to look seductive.Â
i like girls who make love, but i love girls who like to fuck.
lando exchanges a look with his friend.Â
âyouâll suck him off?â carlos asks you, looking at your face over your shoulder.Â
âwould you like that lando?â you get off of carlos, moving in front of lando. you sink to your knees, positioning yourself between his open legs.Â
âi donât think i told you my name.â he smirks at you. âyou know who i am?â you nod.Â
âi bet she gets off on it.â carlos laughs. you bite your lip nervously.Â
âwell since youâve been so good to us so far, iâll let you suck me off.â lando unzips his pants. he moves them down his hips along with his boxers.Â
his cock is almost fully hard, springing free from his underwear.Â
you kick your lips in anticipation, moving towards him.Â
you swirl your tongue around the tip, looking at him to see his reaction.Â
he throws his head back before returning to look at you. he wants to see you suck him off. that pretty mouth around his cock, how could he not?
you take him in your mouth, gagging as you hit the base.Â
landoâs hand moves to your hair, grabbing it in a fist.Â
he guides you with his hand, moving you up and down his shaft.Â
âgod. so beautiful.â he groans, unable to look away.Â
you look at him with wide eyes and he canât help but move you faster. the way you look at him drives him crazy.
almost as crazy as your mouth makes him. the feeling of his cock hitting your throat was amazing. he couldnât help but wonder what your cunt would feel like.
âshit cariño.â carlos is watching you, fascinated by the scene in front of him. youâre unsure if heâs talking to you or lando.
lando moves his other hand to your cheek. rubbing circles with his thumb.Â
âsheâs perfect carlos. you have to try.â he throws a glance to his friend before returning to you.Â
he loved the shape of your mouth. he loved watching his cock slide in an out. he was bewitched by you.Â
he starts to move you faster. still letting you swirl your tongue around the tip
heâs put over the edge and finishes down your throat.Â
you can feel him twitching. it makes you even more wet. you swallow all of his load, licking your lips after he pulls out. a string of saliva connecting you before you swallow that too.Â
âshall we take her to the bedroom carlos?â lando looks over at his friend.Â
you untie your top, letting your tits spill free.Â
âfuck.â carlos is staring at you. he wastes no time, moving towards you to push your dress down your hips and off your body.Â
he takes you to the bedroom and pushes you onto the bed. he rips your thong off.
âbe nice carlos.â lando follows behind him. heâs lost the rest of his clothing, now naked like you.Â
carlos goes to take his shirt off, salivating at the thought of you.Â
his pants follow and heâs on top of you.Â
he wastes no time putting it in, drawing a moan from your lips.Â
heâs grasping at your hips, fingers digging in.Â
he fucks you relentlessly. ramming into your tight cunt over and over again.Â
you can feel him brushing your cervix, you back is arched of the mattress.Â
he reaches up to pinch your nipple, making you let out a sharp gasp. he rolls it in between his finger and thumb.
âfuck carlos.â youâre screaming. so much is going on, heâs fucking you so hard, your eyes rolling back into your head.
âshut her up lando.â carlos directs his friend. lando gets up and moves over to your face, cock hard again.
he puts two fingers into your mouth for you to suck on.Â
âgod youâre such a dirty slut,â carlos continues to thrust against you. âso tight for such a whore. fuck you feel goodâ his hand on your hip give you a sharp slap.Â
all of a sudden, lando stuffs something in your mouth. you recognize it at your thong.Â
he gives you a slap on you cheek and grabs your jaw, making you look at him.Â
âyou like it rough, donât you? you want us to use you. i bet you wouldnât even care if you didnât cum.â lando looks at you. he demeanour completely transformed.Â
he has a hunger in his eyes that you hadnât seen from him. he seemed to leave that to carlos.Â
âthere you are lando.â carlos smirks, continuing to abuse your perfect pussy.
âyou know what? i donât think i will let you cum.â landoâs hand moves to your neck, giving it a slight squeeze.Â
carlos gives your breast a slap, leaving your skin stinging.Â
it just leaves you wanting more. youâre lucky your mouth is stuffed because the noises that would leave it would leave you utterly ashamed.
you didnât want to admit to yourself that you were getting off on this, but the pain just felt so good.
âwhat do you think, should i let you?â lando asks you, removing your panties from your mouth.Â
all you can do is look at him, totally distracted. carlos is still fucking you, you canât believe he has this kind of stamina. heâs also grabbing at your body, surely leaving bruises.
lando slaps your face again. this time harder. you really feel it this time.Â
âi asked you a question slut.â heâs admiring the red mark on your face. fuck it makes him even harder.Â
you just nod your head. you feel so close that if he doesnât let you, you think you might combust.
âuse your words.â he hits your other cheek.Â
ây-yes, please lando.â you look up at him, eyes wide. he sticks his thumb into your mouth.Â
âwell you have been so good.â he looks over to carlos. âyou close mate?â he asks his friend.
âbeen trying not to cum.â his thrusts are sloppy, no longer at a continuous interval.
lando removes his thumb from your mouth and presses it to your clit, your body is so tightly strung that itâs overstimulating.Â
âcome on. i said you could.â lando hits you again. and just like that you finish around carlos.Â
youâre shaking, but lando keeps toying with you as carlos finishes inside of you.
âcâmon mate, itâs my turn.â carlos pulls out of you, letting lando take over.Â
he wastes no time shoving into you, his thrusts just as rough and deep as carlos.Â
he suddenly pulls out, and flips you around so that youâre in all fours.Â
âwhat a pretty ass.â lando pushes back in, pace the same as before.Â
he lands a smack right to your ass, leaving a red hand print. whorish sounds leave your mouth.Â
lando grabs a fistful of your hair, pulling you up.Â
âshut the fuck up.â he drops you again. âdo you want people to hear you?â
âi bet she does, probably likes being walked in on, stupid slut.â carlos chimes in.Â
âkeep quiet, and if youâre a good girl, carlos will fuck that pretty mouth.â lands hands are on your hips, fingers digging in.Â
you have your face in the pillow to muffle your whines, your hands grasp at the sheets to try and ground yourself.Â
you start pushing back to meet lando, desperate to finish again.Â
lando pulls out of you, smacking your ass.Â
âno. iâll tell you if you can cum again.â he spanks you again âsay youâre sorry.âÂ
âiâm sorry lando.â you whimper, wanting him inside of you again.Â
âthatâs what i thought. donât even think about it until i tell you that you can.â he pushes back into again, continuing to pound into you.Â
he spanks you again. leaving your entire ass bright red. the stinging long forgotten at this point.Â
âyou want to suck carlos off?â heâs asking but you know itâs not a question.Â
he grabs your hair again, pulling your face out of the pillow.Â
carlos takes the hint and moves under you, letting you suck him off.Â
tears spring from your eyes, drenching your face.Â
âi donât know whatâs better, her cunt or her mouth. mierda.â carlos throws his head back.Â
he adds a bit of pressure to your neck, and you look up at him.Â
âyou like that donât you?â he laughs at the fucked out look on your face.Â
you just look at him, too cock drunk to form solid thoughts.Â
lando spanks you again, making you clench down around him.Â
âiâve decided iâll let you cum again, but not yet. donât do it until i tell you that you can.âÂ
the words barely register. youâre so full of cock that itâs all you can think about.Â
carlos takes his hand off your throat and instead moves it to the back of your head.Â
he fists your hair, moving you up and down his cock, not caring that youâre gagging and crying.Â
âyou can take it.â he knows that heâs close, wanting to finish down your pretty throat.Â
you feel him relent as the salty taste his your tongue. you swallow his load like you did with landoâs.Â
carlos takes his cock out of your mouth, his thumb catching the tears falling down your face.Â
your make up is complete ruined, mascara running.Â
âgod sheâs gorgeous.â carlos stars at your lips. thereâs a bit of blood leaving them after you bit down to hard.
lando can feel himself getting closer, he allows himself to get sloppy.Â
his hand snakes around your body to touch your clit again.
ânot yet.â he says after you let out a whimper.
he knows he almost there, needing you to cum around his cock.
âalright darling, go on.â something inside of you snaps and your vision goes bright white.Â
you cum harder than you ever have in your entire life. body collapsing on carlos, completely spent.Â
lando finishes after you, filling you up.Â
he lets you come down from your high, body sweaty and exhausted.Â
he pulls out, watching his cum drip out of your abused cunt. he gets the urge to slap it, but he doubts that you can take anymore. maybe next time.
âjust hold her for a minute.â lando gets up from behind you. he goes to the bathroom to run you a bath.Â
turning the tap on, he lets the tub start to fill as he comes back to the bedroom.Â
he picked you up off of carlos.Â
âget dressed mate. iâll see you later.â lando says to his friend.Â
he was used to this. lando always did the aftercare, wanting carlos to go back to his own hotel room.Â
carlos was glad to let him, he wouldnât know how to comfort an escort like you. so he gets dressed, and takes his things, leaving the hotel room to go back to his own.Â
lando sets you down on the counter, moving to fill the bath up with bubble bath.Â
once the tub is significantly filled, he picked you up again, setting you down into it.Â
he sits behind you, his arms wrapping around you.Â
âare you alright?â he whispers in your ear, not wanting to scare you.Â
you nod, almost in shock of what just happened to you. youâd never experienced anything like it before.Â
to say you enjoyed it would be an understatement, it was just not what you expected.
âcome on angel, use your words.â his thumbs rubs little circles into your skin.Â
âiâm ok.â you allow yourself to relax into lando, your back to his chest.Â
he lets you sit in the hot water for ten minutes, you let yourself drift off.Â
you feel him moving behind you, waking you up.Â
âwhat time is it?â you ask, coming to.
âtime for you to go love, come on.â he helps you out of the tub, drying you off once youâre out.Â
âwhat?â you ask, shocked heâd be asking you to leave so soon.Â
âyour guy is waiting for you down stairs and itâs ten minutes until my booked time is over. i really donât want to get in trouble.âÂ
he takes you to the bedroom and gives you some of his clothing. he throws a hoodie and sweats on himself before leading you to the door.Â
he grabs your purse, your coat, and your dress, picking them up to take them to the car.Â
âoh you donât have to do that,â you say as you strap your heels up.Â
ânah itâs alright.â he says, sliding into some shoes and opening up the door.Â
âi usually never spend this much time with girls, iâm sorry.â his cheeks flush red. âi wouldâve made it longer if iâd known.â you get to the elevator.Â
âoh thatâs ok. i donât usually do the sex thing.â now itâs your turn to blush.
âiâll tell the company about everything, iâll make sure you get what you deserve.â the elevator opens up to the ground floor.
the car was right outside the hotel lobby, lando had let your driver know that youâd be coming down stairs.Â
he rushes to open the door for you, letting you get inside. he goes around to the other side to put down all your stuff.
he closes the door and comes around to your side again.Â
âwould you come again? for just me or for both of us?â lando asks you as you put your seatbelt on.
âmaybe.â you give him a wink. he smiles back at you, closing the door.
he returns to the hotel, heading back to his room. he was certainly pleased with that purchase.
âthat was weird.â the driver looks at you through the mirror.
âhmm?â youâre mind still foggy from the interaction.
âiâve never seen him come down to the car before.â his eyes return to the road.
your cheeks flush red yet again.Â
âand he never uses the full time. and youâre wearing his clothes.â the driver continues.
âoh,â you say, looking out the window.
âstrange.â is all he says.Â
he takes you back to your apartment, you get out, grabbing your things.
âthanks.â you say before shutting the door.
you open the door to your room and just drop your coat on the floor.Â
you head right to bed, falling asleep almost instantly.Â
âwould you come again?â is the last thought on your mind before you drift off. who would say no?
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i really need your help with something. iâm writing a fic to celebrate Landoâs WDC but i just doesnât really feel it yet. i brought you a little teaser and i would really love to see your opinion if i should continue to write it or think about something else. thank you very much for your help!đ
summary (still working on it): but in which you and Lando makes a bet before the last races.
vibes: SMUTSMUTSMUT, dom!lando, overstimulation, champagne play, cocky!lando, but still so in love with reader, bf!lando
teaser:
âYou know what I want as my prize?â he asked, massaging your breasts with both hands, leaving open-mouthed kisses wherever he could.
âWhat?â you breathed out, already dizzy.
âI want to see how many ways I can make you come,â he said, kissing between your tits. âI have a feeling youâve got a few interesting kinks you havenât told me about.â
âI donât know what youâre talking about,â you murmured, clearly lying.
âReally?â he chuckled darkly. âBecause the first thing I noticed was how turned on you got the second I had you under my control.â
okayy so please leave your opinion, i really donât know if itâs good. thank youu! kissesđ
đ summary: in which Lando needs a little motivation at the end of the season and reader happily gives it to him.
đ pairing: wdc winner!lando norris x gf!reader
đ words count: 5,7k (oopsie?)
đ warnings: 18+, smut (a lot of it), degradation kink, dom!lando, spitting, tit play, oral (both receiving), orgasm denial, swearing, tender in the end
đauthorâs note: okayokay!! your words and interest in this fic made me sooo happy and gave me a huge motivation (haha so funny looking at the title). thank you very much. at this morning i was in such a bad place with this one but in the end it kinda ended good? you tell me!đ i hope you like it, and i hope i fulfilled someoneâs fantasy after Landoâs win! (a little bit long intro but bear with me!!) love you, thank you for your support! kissesđ
It was before the last two races.
Lando was insecure about everything he did. His socials were full of hate comments, people saying "he's not WDC material."
Bullshit.
But Lando couldn't get it out of his head.
You were curled up on the couch, wrapped in a soft blanket, reading a book.
Lando sat beside you, still scrolling through his phone, brows furrowed as he read through the articles.
"Lando, stop it," you said softly.
He didn't even hear you.
"Hey!" you called out again, but he didn't budgeâso you leaned forward and snatched the phone out of his hand.
"Hey! Whatâ?" he gasped. "Give it back."
He reached for it, but you held it out of his reach.
"No. You're spiraling again," you said firmly. "I thought we made a dealâyou don't read that shit anymore."
You looked him straight in the eyes.
"You don't understand," he scoffed, falling back against the sofa. "It's everywhere."
And then quieter, broken:
"And you know... what if they're right?"
He shut his eyes, took a breath, and looked at youâtears brimming.
You sighed. You'd been down this road with him too many times before.
Without saying a word, you got up and slid into his lap, facing him. Your hands gently cradled his face as he let out another shaky breath, his fingers twisting into your waist.
"Stop it, Lando," you whispered. "You always do this. You get so close, and then you lose motivation right at the end."
"I mean, yeah," he muttered, rolling his eyes. "I don't really have motivation now."
"I know," you said.
Then an idea hit you.
You bit your lip, leaned in closer, and whispered in his ear,
"What if I gave you some motivation?"
His brows furrowed. "Mhm? What do you mean?"
"Well..." you started, shifting slightly in his lapâjust enough to make his breath hitch. His grip on your waist tightened.
"I was thinking... if you win the WDC, maybe you could get a prize from me," you said, pressing a soft kiss to his cheek.
His voice dropped. "What kind of prize?"
"One night," you murmured. "Where you can do anything with me. Anything you want. No questions, no hesitation. Whatever position you want. Whatever filthy thing you have in mind. I'll wear whatever you say. You can fulfill all your fantasies."
You felt him harden underneath you with every word.
"That's my offer," you said, pulling back to meet his eyes.
"Only if I win the WDC?" he asked, breathless.
"Yes," you nodded, smiling. "That's the deal."
He licked his lips, scanning your face slowly. Then that wicked grin curled on his mouth.
"Alright, baby. It's on," he smirked, reaching out to shake your hand.
You were still smiling proudly whenâ before you could even register itâ he yanked you in by the hand and kissed you like he was afraid you'd disappear.
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"Lando Norrisâchampion of the world!"
Everything was so loud, but you didn't hear a single word.
You were too focused on himâthe love of your lifeâwho had just fulfilled his childhood dream.
You were over the moon.
The afterparty was wild.
Lando got totally wasted, as he promised. He was on top of the worldâlaughing, dancing, glowing like he'd never sleep again.
And you loved it. Every single minute.
He deserved it.
And you wanted him to celebrate as much as he possibly could.
The next week was a whirlwindâinterviews, appearances, nonstop media.
By the time you finally flew home together, it felt like forever had passed.
On the plane, he fell asleep in your lap. You gently ran your fingers through his hair, your mind drifting.
Did he forget the bet?
You didn't want to remind himâmaybe he wasn't in the mood.
Or maybe he just... forgot.
Never mind, you told yourself. The most important thing is that he's happy.
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A few days later, you were taking a shower before bed. Normally, you'd wait for him, but he'd said he had a few errands to run.
When you stepped out of the shower, your eyes caught a simple black bag sitting on the bathroom counter.
You blinked, confused.
Curious, you stepped closer and opened it.
On top of a silky fabric was a red envelope.
You opened it slowly, your heart beginning to race.
"I want you to wear this and come to the bedroom. Wearing only the things in the bag."
Your breath caught.
A wave of heat flushed through your entire body.
You pushed back the silk wrapping and gasped.
Inside was lingerie.
A one-piece.
Black. Lacy. Tiny.
And when you slipped it on... it covered nothing.
Your skin was fully on displayânipples visible through the sheer lace, the bottom barely covering your most sensitive part.
But it hugged your curves like it was made for you.
And your breasts? It made them look insane.
You smiled to yourself.
Of course he picked this one.
Lando was a boobs guy, through and through.
At the bottom of the bag, you noticed something else.
Shoes.
Not just any shoesâblack Louboutin heels.
You had dreamed of owning them for years. And now you knew:
Lando had been dreaming of seeing you in them too.
You stepped into the heels, your confidence immediately spiking as you looked at yourself in the mirror.
Yeah.
You looked unreal.
And because you wanted to make the night extra specialâyou went all out.
Blow-dried your hair, full of volume, purposely left loose.
He likes to tie it up himself.
You touched up your makeupâextra mascara, a little more eyelinerâbecause he loves when it's smudged and you look wrecked after a few orgasms.
You sprayed his favorite perfume on your skin, then smoothed body oil over yourself, leaving a soft sheen everywhere he'd touch.
You'd be lying if you said you hadn't been waiting for this night since the bet.
Since the moment you offered yourself up as his reward.
And now...
you were finally ready.
You slowly stepped into the bedroom.
The lights were dim, only the two nightstand lamps glowing softlyâjust enough to see him.
It didn't take long to find Lando.
He was sitting in the armchair at the foot of the bed, a bottle of champagne in one hand.
God, he looked sinfully hotâwearing a black shirt with almost all the buttons undone, revealing his beautiful, tanned, muscular chest.
His McLaren necklace hung loosely between his pecs, making you bite your lip.
He wore elegant dress pants that hugged his thighs perfectly.
He really needs to buy bigger pants before they rip, you thought.
You took a deep breath as your eyes met.
He tilted his head, scanning every inch of you.
Just his stare made heat pool low in your stomach.
His gaze dragged over your face... your chestâwhere it lingered, his tongue licking across his lipsâthen down your body, all the way to your high heels.
He looked back up, took a slow sip straight from the champagne bottle, then set it on the nightstand.
"You took your time."
Then he leaned back, subtly adjusting himself in his pants.
"But fuck... it was worth every second, baby."
You couldn't help but smile, proud of yourself.
"Come here," he said, curling his fingers.
You walked toward him slowly.
You stopped between his legs, and he dragged one hand up your thigh, fingertips barely touchingâjust enough to make you shiver.
"Look at you," he whispered, lips brushing your stomach.
"Dressed up all for me. Like my favorite fantasy."
He kissed your skin through the lace and you whimpered.
"What is it, baby?" he murmured, his fingers drifting dangerously close to where you needed him most.
"You're shaking. Bet I could make you come just like this."
His hands slid to your ass, pulling you closer.
"Just from my touch... and the filthy things I whisper in your ear."
His other hand palmed your breast lightly, thumb brushing your nipple through the lace.
You whimperedâbecause he was probably right.
You'd seen him dominant before. He was always dominant.
But thisâbeing completely under his willâfelt new.
And you were surprised how much it turned you on.
He pulled his hands away and jerked his chin toward the bed.
"Lay back. Face up. Fully spread."
You obeyed instantly, crawling onto the bed.
You positioned yourself, and he pulled silk ties from the drawer.
He tapped your wrist lightly.
"Up."
You raised your arms, keeping eye contact.
He groaned softly at the sight of youâhelpless, waiting for himâas he tied you to the headboard.
He leaned in, lips brushing your ear.
"Darling, I need so much self-control right now... but tonight, I really want to take my time with you."
He left a soft kiss on your neck.
You moaned, biting your lip at his words.
Then he pulled out something newâa metal bar with leather cuffs on each end.
You blinked, surprised.
He grinned at your reaction.
He fastened the cuffs around your ankles, then sat back on his heels.
"Open your legs. As wide as you can."
You furrowed your brows but obeyed. The bar extended with your movementâlocking in place.
When you tried to close your legs again, it wouldn't budge.
You looked up at him helplessly.
He smirked.
"Perfect."
"Now I don't have to remind you to stay open for me."
He lightly smacked the inside of your thigh, making you gasp.
He climbed over you, grabbing the champagne from the nightstand.
Bracing himself on his forearms, he leaned in close.
"You know what I realized, pretty girl?" he whispered, lips grazing your cheek.
"What...?" you breathed.
"We didn't even celebrate."
His lips trailed down your jaw.
"Together."
A kiss to your collarbone.
"Alone."
He sat beside you, his fingers brushing the sensitive skin of your ribs, making you jolt.
He chuckled.
His hand cupped your face, thumb brushing your lower lip.
"Open."
You obeyed instantly.
He took a long sip of champagne, leaned over you, and let the cold liquid spill into your mouthâslow, obscene, sinful.
You moaned.
He immediately kissed you, tongue pushing the champagne deeper, swallowing your sounds.
Your arms instinctively tried to rise, desperate to grab his hairâonly for the silk ties to hold you back.
You whimpered helplessly.
He smiled into the kiss.
"Want something, sweetheart?"
You huffed as his hand slid to your neck, holding it gently but firmly.
He pulled back just enough to see your faceâyour lips swollen and shiny from champagne and kissing.
"Only I get to touch tonight."
The words made his cock throb.
He sat back, switching the bottle to his other hand.
"You always say I look good drenched in champagne."
He lifted the bottle over your chest.
"I think you'll look mesmerizing too."
He tipped it.
A thin stream of cold champagne spilled onto your breasts.
You hissed at the shock, back arching.
"Cold?" he laughed softly.
He loved this.
All of it.
How helpless you were.
How willing.
How much you loved giving him control.
He poured moreâover your breasts, your stomach, your hipsâthe liquid trailing everywhere he'd later kiss clean.
When he was satisfied, he took one last sip and set the bottle aside.
He climbed over you again, mouth hovering over yours, breath hot and hungry.
"Don't worry, love..."
He kissed you once, slow and deep.
"I'm not leaving you messy."
Then he began to move lower.
Your breath hitched as you felt his body hovering over yours. He looked up at you once more, his eyes gleaming with mischief.
"Hope you're not tired, honey," he smirked. "Because it's gonna be a long night."
He stuck out his tongueâslowly, deliberatelyâand began to lick across your hips. Torturously slow.
The heat of his tongue contrasted with the chill from the champagne still clinging to your skin. He followed the curve of your hip, licking up the droplets that had pooled in the dip of your bone, a soft slurping sound filling the quiet between you. He looked up, locking eyes with you as he drank from you.
"Oh my god," you moaned, head falling back onto the pillows.
His lips began to trail upward, tongue teasing your stomach, each movement making the lace of your underwear damper with need. You could feel the way your body reacted to every touch.
When he reached your chest, he paused. Lips parted. Eyes hungry.
"Fuck me," he breathed out, admiring your breasts. Then he dove in.
He licked a long, slow stripe between them before kissing each one through the lace. The friction of the delicate fabric only added to the sensitivity, your nipples already pebbling against his tongue.
Then he pulled back, just enough to tug your bra down and reveal them fully. He moaned at the sight, low and guttural.
"Perfect," he muttered. "They're fucking perfect. And they're mine."
He sucked one nipple into his mouth, and your back arched at the contact. His other hand found the second, rolling it between his fingers, making you bite down on your lip to hold in another moan. Then he bit down gently, just enough to make you jolt.
"You know what I want as my prize?" he asked, massaging your breasts with both hands, leaving open-mouthed kisses wherever he could.
"What?" you breathed out, already dizzy.
"I want to see how many ways I can make you come," he said, kissing between your tits. "I have a feeling you've got a few interesting kinks you haven't told me about."
"I don't know what you're talking about," you murmured, clearly lying.
"Really?" he chuckled darkly. "Because the first thing I noticed was how turned on you got the second I had you under my control."
His face was close again, lips grazing yours.
"You like it, don't you?" he whispered. "Being my little slut?"
You whimpered at the word, eyes fluttering shut without meaning to.
"Well, well," he grinned. "Look at that. Who would've thought my sweet little doll likes being called a slut?"
He licked your lips slowly, still tasting champagne. "Can't wait to discover all your dirty little secrets."
He kissed you deepâtongue and teeth and filthy hungerâbefore trailing back down your body, lips dragging across your skin.
"How about this first?" he asked, kissing over your breast again. "Think you could come just from a little tits play?"
"I don't know," you whispered, though it was a lie. You could've come from just the way he looked at you tonight.
"Let's test it out, yeah?" he grinned, diving back in.
You moaned as his tongue swirled around your nipple again, sucking the sensitive bud into his mouth and moaning around it.
That sound alone sent a shiver ripping down your spine.
His other hand moved to the second nipple, rolling it between his thumb and index finger, knowing exactly how to drive you insane. You whined, unable to hold still, your hips accidentally brushing against his stomach.
Suddenly, he pulled back.
"Stop moving," he said, voice low and deadly serious. "Take it like the good girl you are."
You bit your lip, shamelessly turned on by the authority in his voice.
"If I feel you grinding on me again without permission, we're done," he warned, his face hovering above yours, lips brushing yours with every word. "You'll stay hereâhot, desperate, and achingâand wait for my permission to come."
Then he bit your lower lip gently, pulling it between his teeth before letting go.
Your eyes fluttered shut as you swallowed hard.
"I'm sorry," you whispered.
"That's more like it," he said, smirking.
He began kissing down your chest again, eyes never leaving yours.
"Stay put," he murmured.
Then he latched onto your nipple again, sucking with slow, deliberate focus.
You were breathing heavily now as he sucked marks into your skin, leaving a trail of red and purple love bites in intricate, chaotic patterns. He was taking his timeâreally taking it.
And honestly? You were surprised. You knew him. You knew how impatient he usually was. Always rushing to get what he wanted. But not tonight.
Tonight, it felt like he wanted you to fall apart first.
He lifted his head slightly, tongue lapping slowly over your nipple. Then he circled it with the tip, teasing, light, agonizing. You bit down on your lip again, struggling not to move, not to beg. Then he picked up the paceâlicking with a brutal, hungry rhythm.
He grabbed your breasts and pushed them together, burying his face in them and licking both nipples in an infinite pattern, switching, circling, flicking.
"God," he groaned. "How are they so fucking perfect? Can I die right here? I'm obsessed."
His voice was muffled against your skin, but the hunger was unmistakable.
Then he started shaking his head like a man possessed, moaning into your chest, and you felt itâthat knot tightening low in your stomach, your legs trembling from the pressure.
"GodâLando, baby," you moaned, arching into his mouth, unable to hold it anymore.
He sucked one nipple deep into his mouth, then the other, switching between them, sucking hard.
You were shaking.
"That's it, baby. I knew you could do it," he murmured, not stopping for a second. "Come onâlet go. Ruin your pretty underwear for me," he coaxed, pinching your nipple between his teeth.
And that was all it took.
The moment his voice hit your ears and his mouth kept moving, your orgasm crashed through youâsharp, hot, uncontrollable.
But he didn't stop.
Not even when you were trembling, whining, completely wrecked.
"AlrightâLando, godâokay, you made your point, it'sâ it's too much," you begged, tugging against the restraints.
He looked up at you, lips still wrapped around your nipple, eyes glinting with wicked satisfaction.
Then he let go with a wet pop and placed soft kisses on both swollen peaks.
Crawling up your body, he cupped your face, gently pushing your hair back. "You're such a good girl," he breathed against your lips. "So obedient for me."
You moaned into his mouth, and he swallowed it with a kiss.
"It's no secret that you can come from my tongue buried in your pussy," he whispered, trailing kisses across your cheek, "but godâ I need to taste you."
His lips moved lower, down your neck, hands reaching the straps of your bodysuit.
"But first..." he murmured. "I need to get you out of this."
"But howâ?" you asked, glancing up at the restraints. Before you could finish, you heard the sharp snap of fabric tearing.
One strap.
Then another.
You gasped. "Lando!"
"Shut up," he muttered, voice rough with lust as he slid the fabric down your body. "It's my gift," he added, palming your ass and lifting you to pull the ruined bodysuit off completely.
He paused at your ankles, where the cuffs blocked the final bit.
"Fuck," he hissedâthen without hesitation, tore the rest apart, ripping the fabric clean through.
He tossed it across the room like it was worthless.
Then he stood.
And stared.
You were laid out for himânaked, flushed, glistening from your last orgasm.
"Man," he moaned, settling between your legs. "I'm the luckiest motherfucker on this earth."
He trailed his fingers through your wetness, dragging them up your slit, collecting the mess between his fingertips.
"God. Look at you," he said, smearing it around lazily. "Aren't you beautiful?"
You whimperedâoverwhelmed from his words, from the ghost of his breath against your core, from his teasing fingers moving so slowly it was cruel.
"You sound so needy," he murmured. "Let me help you with that."
Then he dove in.
Or so you thought.
Because Lando had other plans.
He stayed thereâjust breathing on your cunt, lips right there, not touching, just letting the heat of his breath torture you. Your hips bucked involuntarily.
Spank.
You gasped at the sudden slap.
His eyes met yours. "What did I say?"
"Not to move," you whispered, guilt washing over your face.
"Then why did you?" Slap.
You bit your lip. "I'm sorry, I justâ I need you so bad. Your tongue. I want it. Please."
"Oh?" he smirked. "Then listen to me."
Another slap. This time it made you moanâloud, needy.
He paused.
Eyes narrowed. "Well, well..."
His thumb began to circle your clit, featherlight. "God, you're such a slut. You're getting off on this?"
You didn't even have words.
"Hmm?" he teased. "You like it when I slap this pretty cunt?"
You moaned louder, your head falling back, chest rising in desperate breaths.
He chuckled darkly. "Shit. If I knew you were this much of a slut for me treating you like a bitch..." He leaned in, voice pure filth. "I would've done way worse things to you, darling."
Then he lowered his head and stuck out his tongueâall the way.
He licked a slow, deliberate stripe up your slit, from bottom to top, groaning low in his throat at the taste.
"God, you taste so good when you're being a good girl," he moaned, sucking your clit into his mouth.
He took his time with itâtongue flicking in small, fast circles, lips sealed around the sensitive bud. His eyes fluttered shut as he let himself drown in you.
Your breath hitched. "LandoâfuckâLandoâ"
He smiled against your pussy, then pulled back just enough to spit on your folds. The wet sound made your head spin.
He rubbed it in with his fingers, biting his lip at the sight.
"Most perfect pussy I've ever seen," he muttered.
Then he dove back in like a man starvedâtongue lapping you up with messy, unhinged hunger. The room echoed with the sounds of your wetness and his mouth working you, sloppy and loud and filthy.
He tilted his head for better access, moving it as he licked deeper. You felt the long strokes of his tongue everywhere, and he started to moan into youâlike he couldn't help it.
You looked downâand it was pornographic.
His tongue out, licking you at a dangerous speed. His chin coated in you. His nose nudging your clit with every desperate grind.
And Lando? His hips were slowly rutting against the bedâgrinding into the sheets, already rock hard just from eating you out.
You moaned, then screamed when his tongue started fucking into youâdeep and punishing.
"Oh my godâLandoâfuckâ!" you cried, back arching off the bed as your pussy practically buried his face.
"That's it, baby," he grunted, voice muffled. "God, your walls... fuck."
He pulled back slightly, lips shiny, breath heavy. "Want my fingers too?"
You nodded desperately, but his grin turned wicked.
"No," he said, grabbing your thighs so hard you'd wear his bruises tomorrow. "I think I can make you come just from my tongue splitting open this beautiful cunt."
He pushed his tongue back insideâdeepâhis eyes locked on yours the whole time.
He circled it inside you, and you felt your eyes well up with tears.
Then he wrapped his lips around your entrance and fucked you with his tongue.
In and out.
In and out.
Then he switchedâsucking. Flicking. Slurping like he was obsessed.
Your legs shook uncontrollably.
"LandoâfuckâI'm so close," you gasped, grinding against his face. "Can I come? Pleaseâplease, I can't take itâ"
"Come on, baby," he growled, voice wrecked. "Show me how much you love my tongue."
And that broke you.
You came hardâlegs tensing, cries spilling from your lips, wetness flooding his mouth. He didn't stop. He kept licking, drinking you down until you were trying to pull away, tears on your cheeks.
"Too muchâfuckâit's too much," you whimpered.
Only then did he finally pull backâface soaked, lips swollen, grin lazy.
He licked his lips slowly, then wiped his face with the back of his hand.
"Best. Fucking. Pussy," he said, laughing breathlessly.
"I can't get enough."
His bottom lip caught under his teeth, and that look in his eyes said one thing:
He was just getting started.
He stood at the end of the bed and started undressingâcalm, controlled.
You followed every movement with eager, wide eyes.
He unbuttoned his shirt slowly, pulling it down his shoulders and arms, never breaking eye contact. Then he tossed it somewhere behind him, not caring where it landed.
"Are you still okay?" he asked, voice low but laced with softness.
The question caught you off guard, and you melted instantly.
"Yes," you smiled.
"Good," he nodded, then pushed down his pants and boxers in one smooth motion.
He was beautiful.
Tanned skin glowing under the warm light, sweat beading along his abs. You licked your lips as your gaze drifted down.
His cockâhard, flushed, tip already leaking.
He lifted his chin slightly, the veins in his neck standing out as he exhaled through his nose.
One hand wrapped around himself, slow strokes from base to tip.
"I think I've been really kind to you tonight," he said, pumping lazily. "Don't you agree?"
"Yes. Thank you, Lando," you whispered, eyes wide, trying to focus on his face and not the sinful movement of his hand.
"I think you should return the favor, huh?"
He crawled over you, knees resting on either side of your chest as he hovered above your face.
He held his cock in one hand and tapped the head gently against your lips.
"Open," he whispered, eyes burning into yours.
You obeyed immediately, tongue slipping out.
He laid the weight of his cock across your tongueânot pushing in yet, just circling your lips with his slick.
"You want it, slut?" he asked, smearing himself across your mouth.
You nodded, eyes glazed, lips wet.
"You want me to fuck this throat like I own you? Like the fucking champion I am?"
You moaned around him, managing something that sounded like "yes."
"God, so pathetic. So full of cock you can't even form words," he groaned, smirking down at you. "Open wider, baby. Let me use your mouth properly."
You opened as wide as you couldâand he slid in.
All the way.
You gagged at the sudden stretch, but adjusted quickly, locking your lips around his shaft.
"That's it," he gasped. "Godâso warm. So tight. Shit."
His head fell back as he started movingâslow, controlled thrusts, the tip of his cock tapping the back of your throat again and again.
"You look so pretty like this." One hand gently stroked your cheek, holding you in place. "Fucked out already, mouth full of me..."
He wiped a tear that had slipped down your face, then smeared your running mascara with his thumb.
You moaned around him, eyes locked on his as his cock twitched on your tongue.
"You like it? Getting your face fucked dumb?" he groaned, picking up the pace.
Your jaw burned, spit dripping down your chinâbut you loved it. Loved making him feel this good.
You twisted your tongue around him and he moaned.
"That's it! Take it," he whimpered, eyes dark, hips thrusting harder. "Oh my godâbaby, so good. You're so good to me..."
He was close. You could feel itâhis thighs tightening around your face.
You hollowed your cheeks, giving him everything.
"Ohâoh, myâfuckfuckfuck, don't you dare stopâ" he choked out, his voice breaking.
Your eyes blurred with tears as he gripped the headboard with both hands, fucking into your throat once, twiceâbefore coming hard down your throat, hips trembling.
He gasped for air, holding your head still as he twitched in your mouth.
Then, slowly, he pulled outâand reached down, brushing your jaw.
"Swallow," he murmured.
You did.
Then pushed out your tongue to show him your empty mouth.
He grinned. A proud, cocky little chuckle leaving his lips before he leaned down and kissed you deep, tasting himself on your tongue.
"You're unbelievable," he whispered against your lips.
You whimpered at the praise. You always loved when he praised you.
"I think it's time I fuck you properly," he murmured against your throat.
"I think this pussy..."âhe slid two fingers through your soaked entranceâ"...has been waiting for me to fill it up."
"Yesâplease," you moaned.
"God, you're killing me with your desperation." He chuckled, positioning himself above you.
"I should treat you like this more often."
It was true. But you were glad this was the first time.
He felt different nowâstronger, calmer. All those insecurities from before had been replaced with this.
Confidence. Power. Victory.
This win looked so good on him.
He teased your entrance with his tip, smearing your wetness along your foldsâjust to play. He didn't need lube. You were dripping.
"I'm gonna fuck you so good, baby, you won't walk tomorrow," he whisperedâ
And then he thrust in all the way.
You screamed at the stretch, and he hissed at the tightness.
He waited a beat, letting you adjust. Then he started movingâslow, controlled. One hand on your hip, the other braced above you, eyes locked on where your body was taking all of him.
"Fucking hell..." he muttered, watching your cunt swallow him, slick dripping down his cock. "Just look at you..."
He hovered over you, grabbed the back of your neck, and kissed you deepâtongue hot and possessiveâas he began to thrust with a brutal rhythm.
Skin on skin. The sound of wetness. His tongue in your mouth like he was trying to fuck your mouth and pussy at the same time.
He gasped for air, then kissed down to your chest, never slowing down, sucking a nipple into his mouth with urgency.
You were a mess. Moaning, writhing, completely undone.
The knot tightened again in your belly. You clenched around him.
"Don't you dare come yet," he growled, lifting his head. His hips didn't stop.
"Landoâplease," you whined. "I'm so close, baby..."
"No. You wait for my permission."
You cried out as he pulled out completely.
"N-NoâI wasn'tâI wasn't gonnaâ" you gasped at the loss.
"Relax, baby." He smiledâsinful.
He flipped you over, pulled you onto your knees, and slammed back inside.
He didn't slow downâfucking you from behind, deep and merciless.
"Yesâyesâgod, Lando, so good," you moaned, fists gripping the bedframe.
Slap.
He spanked you hard. Once. Twice.
"Oh, you really are a slut," he moaned, watching your ass jiggle. "Making a mess all over me. Begging for your release. Pathetic little thing..."
Another slap.
Then another.
And you loved it.
He grabbed your hips tight, using them for leverage as he pounded into you. The bedframe creaked under the force, but he didn't care. He loved the sound of ruining you.
He looked down, and something broke.
He hovered over you, untied your wrists in one quick motionâthen yanked you back, flush to his chest.
Your arms instinctively wrapped around his neck, fingers twisting in his hair. He pressed his face into your neck, panting, still fucking you as his fingers slid between your legs.
"My perfect little fuck toy," he whimpered into your skin. "That's what you are, right? My little fuck toy?"
You moaned a yes as he grabbed your chin and turned your face to his.
"Open."
You obeyed instantly.
He spat into your mouth.
You moaned as he kissed youâdeep, hot, full of everything.
His hand slid down your body again, fingers circling your clit.
You started to shake. You couldn't take it anymore.
"You're close?" he asked.
You nodded, dizzy.
"You wanna come, slut?"
You whimpered again, still nodding.
"Beg."
"LandoâpleaseâfuckâI'm so closeâplease let me comeâpleasepleaseplease," you sobbed, yanking on his hair.
He groanedâwicked grin on his lips.
"Come. Ruin me, baby."
And you did.
You broke apart with a scream so loud, so pornographic that it pushed Lando over the edge too.
He came inside you, thrusting through your orgasm as you both shook, falling apart together.
You melted into his chest, both of you gasping. His face buried in your neck, kissing your skin over and over like he couldn't stop.
He still held you as he reached down and unstrapped the cuffs from your ankles, tossing them aside. You slumped into his lap, limp.
He pushed your hair gently from your face, turning your chin toward him.
"Are you okay?" he whispered, real concern in his eyes.
You smiled, fingers cradling his jaw.
"Perfect. Just... fucked out."
He chuckled, pulling you into his arms.
"I can help with that."
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He carried you to the bathroom and set you down on the counter, starting the bath with warm water and scented oils.
Once it was ready, he picked you up again and slipped you into the water, settling behind you, your back to his chest.
His hands moved slowly over your arms, your thighs. Gentle. Loving. Worshipping.
"You were perfect. You were so good," he whispered, kissing your shoulder.
"Thank you. you Thank you for taking care of me."
"Always, Lando," you whispered, threading your fingers through his on your thigh.
He leaned in, voice quiet against your skin.
"No, really. Thank you, darling.
For believing in me.
For never leaving my side.
For bringing me back to life when I forgot who I was.
I couldn't do any of this without you."
He turned your face to his.
"I love you, beautiful. So much."
"I love you too, Lan."
Your voice broke as tears filled your eyes.
"I'm so proud of you. Every day."
You kissed himâslow, warm, forever.
He smiled as he pulled back, brushing his fingers between your thighs.
"And well..." he grinned. "Thank you for always keeping me motivated."
You laughed, burying your face in his neck.
"You're unbelievable."
"No, sweetheart," he whispered, kissing your cheek.