𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐜𝐫𝐚𝐬𝐡 𝐦𝐲 𝐜𝐚𝐫 𝐭𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 - 𝐥𝐧𝟏
lando norris x reader₊⊹ smau + written
you may have accidentally crashed your boyfriend's vintage ferrari
note: had a few people asking for a sequel to baby you can drive my car, so i just had to provide. hope you guys like it as much as you did the first part :) not proofread bc google docs was pissing me off 🙄
word count: 5.3k
warnings : smut (18+ mdni), unprotected sex, oral (m receiving), semi public sex (during a twitch stream), little bit of cum play, one kys joke, swearing
fc: inde navarrette
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liked by kikagomes, lando, and others
yourusername: no one tell the gt3 rs that i’m cheating on her 🤫🤐
user: God that car is so sexy
user: can’t believe yn is posting about a car that isn’t lando’s porsche. is the world ending?
lando: Please please please be careful, love.
⤷yourusername: yes sir 🫡
user: lando can’t handle u pick me instead 😛
⤷lando: Kill yourself
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⤷user: LANDO YOU CANT SAY THAT
kikagomes: hawt 🔥🔥
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↳user: good luck girl
↳user: WHAT DID YOU DOOOOOOO
↳pierregasly: He’s going to kill you lol
↳yourusername: FUCK OFF PIERRE
↳user: oh you’re dead
you pace around lando’s apartment, waiting for him to get home. normally, you’d be the one picking him up from the airport after a race, but since he’s not letting you drive any of his cars (valid) and your own nissan skyline is currently in the shop, lando is stuck getting a ride home from the airport. you’re somewhat glad you don’t have to pick him up, you can’t imagine how uncomfortable that car ride would have been. you’re already full of anxiety, guilt churning in your stomach as you ruminate on the mistake you’d made. you didn’t mean to crash his car, you loved that f40 as much he did. you know just how important that sleek rosso corso car was, not just to lando, but to the history of ferrari and car enthusiasts everywhere. only 1,300 of these cars still exist and you just totalled one because you’d let the rear get out from under you while taking a turn. how could you be so stupid? you’ll be lucky if lando ever forgives you.
your spiral is cut off by the sound of someone at the front door. you stop pacing, standing frozen in the entry way and watch as the lock clicks and the door knob turns. you want to go hide in the bedroom, maybe under the bed? the closet might be better. you’re running out of time to make yourself disappear, your heart is basically beating out of your chest, and you’re sweating, but you can’t move. your brain is sending signals to your body, shouting at your legs to walk! run away! go, go, go! but they won’t listen. you know it's too late when lando finally opens the door. he enters the apartment, dragging his tumi suitcase behind him, his matching backpack hanging off his shoulder. he looks exhausted, a hat covering his curls that are surely a mess underneath, and the hood of his jacket pulled up over his head. the bags under his eyes are prominent and his brows are furrowed, his mind likely going over all the mistakes he thinks he made during the weekend and beating himself up. your awful news about his car couldn’t have come at a worse time, and the guilt you feel multiplies. first his girlfriend crashes his rare vintage car and then he doesn’t finish a race that he’d been leading, what a fucking mess.
you stand in the entryway, watching as he slips off his shoes and slides his bag off his shoulder, setting it on the floor to deal with later. you wait for him to acknowledge you, crossing your arms and trying to hold yourself together. you’ve been worrying over what god awful “punishment” he mentioned for days now. your boyfriend doesn’t say anything to you when he looks up and notices you standing in wait, walking past you into the kitchen. you nervously turn to follow him, leaning up against the counter as he grabs a glass out of the cabinet and fills it up with water. the silence is stifling, your mind is running a mile a minute trying to come up with something to say but drawing a blank. this is torture.
“um,” you speak up, finally drawing his attention to you. you wish you hadn’t when you see the unimpressed look he gives you. “so…how was your flight?”
he doesn’t reply, just turns back to his water, quickly drinking the rest of the liquid and setting the glass in the sink. lando goes back to the front door, leaving you standing in the kitchen, unsure of what to do. he grabs his backpack and suitcase, taking them into the bedroom and slamming the door behind him. your heart is in your throat and you feel tears start to prick at your eyes and you blink a few times to stop them. you don’t know what to do, you’ve never upset him like this before. you stand in the kitchen twiddling your thumbs for a few minutes, waiting to see if he’d come back out but the door stays closed. you walk down the hallway to the bedroom door, standing in front of it like a child too scared to tell their mom that they have a science fair project and it’s due the next day. you gather all the courage in your body, forcing down your anxiety and setting your shoulders. you knock on the door and wait a moment, but lando doesn’t acknowledge it. you knock again, still nothing.
“lan?” you reach a hand out to turn the knob to open the door, but find that he’s locked you out. “can we talk?”
“go sit down.” he finally speaks to you, his voice coming through the door muffled. “i’ll be out in a minute.”
you try not to read into the tone of his voice too deeply, but you can’t help but think he sounds pissed. you’re so worried about what’s going to happen next but you listen and go take a seat on the couch like the good girl you are.
lando takes much longer than a minute to come out of the room, you’re left waiting for almost a half hour while he does who knows what in the bedroom. you’re way too anxious to doomscroll on your phone or watch tv, so you just sit there on the couch, picking at your cuticles and pulling at a loose thread on the throw pillow you have resting on your lap. the minutes tick down and the silence is so loud, only interrupted by the sound of the air conditioning kicking on.
he finally leaves the bedroom and joins you in the living room. his curls are damp and he’s changed, you suppose he must have showered but your thoughts were too loud to even notice the water start running. you stare at him as he walks around the couch and joins you, sitting much further away than he normally would. you attempt to make it less obvious that you’re nervous, but lando knows you so well at this point, there’s no point in trying.
“relax, yn.” he leans back on the couch, legs spreading wide as he relaxes. you force yourself not to look, you can’t get distracted by horny thoughts right now. even if his thighs look so good where the fabric of his shorts ride up, exposing the tanned flesh you love to touch and grab and bite. it doesn’t help that he’s, like always, going commando. ok. stop looking. don’t make eye contact with it. look anywhere else! you look down at the pillow in your lap instead, better to just keep your head down. “nothing bad is going to happen.”
“that’s exactly what someone says right before something bad happens!”
“i forgot how dramatic you are.” he turns to look at you and you’re surprised to see a smile on his face. it’s like the lando that walked through the door earlier washed away in the shower and your happy, sweet boyfriend is back. you're getting whiplash. he stretches out an arm toward you, moving on the couch to face you a bit more directly. “come here.”
you do as he says and crawl across the couch, coming to rest in his lap. he puts his arm around you and you rest your head on his shoulder, slipping your arms around his waist.
“i missed you.” you mumble into his chest. he pets your head, a hand running through your hair, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “i’m so, so, sorry, lando. it was an accident, i swear. i’m so stupid, i can’t believe i did that. i don’t know how i can make it up to you, i-”
“baby, stop.” he uses the grip he has on your hair to lift your head so he can make eye contact with you. you pout at him, tears welling up in your eyes. you’re so worried he hates you, you don’t know how he could forgive you for this. “i was upset, maybe i still am a little bit. but i’m just glad you’re okay, that’s the most important thing to me. a fucking car is nothing compared to you, okay?”
“but it’s a ferrari f40!” you whine, tucking your head back into his chest and using the soft cotton of his shirt to soak up your tears. “enzo ferrari is rolling in his grave. i can feel him cursing my entire bloodline.”
“oh my god, stop it.” he laughs at you, putting his arms around your waist in a hug and squeezing you tightly to try and get you to relax. “it’s fine, baby. i know you’ll make it up to me.”
“i will! i’ll do whatever you want, lando.” you lean back in his arms to look at him again, reaching up to grab his face to make sure he’s really looking at you and understands your words. “i. will. do. anything.”
“i’ll keep that in mind.” he moves his hands from your waist to grab under your thighs, holding you up as he stands from the couch. you quickly wrap your legs around his waist, moving your hands to grip onto his shoulders so you don’t fall. god it’s so hot when he reminds you how strong he is. “c’mon, time for you to show me how much you missed me.”
your legs squeeze tighter around his waist at his words and he gives your ass a little smack when you do, laughing at you. lando carries you into the bed room, kicking the door shut behind him and tossing you onto the bed. you lay back, resting your head on the pillows. your heart is racing as you watch lando stand over you at the edge of the bed. he lifts his shirt up, taking it off and throwing it somewhere behind him and you take a moment to admire his abs. fuck, you can’t believe he’s real and he’s your’s. how’d you get so lucky? he climbs onto the bed, kneeling over your prone body. you smile up at him as he looks down at you. there’s something in his gaze that you can’t figure out, but before you can think about it much more, he grabs your thighs and spreads your legs so that he can fit in between them. he yanks your shorts and panties down your legs and they join his shirt on the floor.
lando pushes your shirt up your body, lifting it over your chest and exposing your tits, your nipples hardening at the cool air of the room. he reaches up a hand, pinching your nipple and smirking at the whine you let out. he lets go, his hands cupping both of your breasts in his hands and leans down to kiss the soft flesh, nipping at the skin and quickly soothing the bite with his tongue. you let out breathy moans and whines as he does, you feel yourself getting wetter and lando is rock hard, his cock pressing against your core.
“missed these tits so much.” lando presses another kiss to your chest and lets your breasts go, moving his hands down to your thighs. he spreads you open even more, pressing your thigh into the mattress. you blush as he stares at your pussy, biting his lip and doing that thing with his tongue that always has you dripping. he takes two fingers and spreads your folds, leaning down to spit onto your clit, mixing his saliva with your juices. you moan as he plays with your clit, core clenching around nothing.
“lando, please.” you whine at him, reaching a hand out to slap at his thigh. “fuck me already.”
“so demanding.” he sits up a bit, pulling his shorts down to release his cock. you almost moan at the sight of it, you’ll never get over how perfect it is. he strokes his cock a few times then scoots closer to you, grabbing a pillow and shoving it under your ass to get a better angle.
lando rubs his cock between your folds a few times, spreading your wetness further. normally, he’d do a little foreplay, finger you or eat you out, but you’re already soaking wet and he doesn’t want to wait any longer to get inside you. the head of his cock presses against your hole, forcing its way inside and stretching you out. you let out a loud moan at the feeling, the stretch deliciously painful.
“so good, keep going. please lan.”
lando pushes more deeply into you, his fat cock brushing against your walls has you clenching around him and he groans. he rubs your clit to loosen you up, leaning down to kiss your lips. you return the kiss eagerly, your arms wrapping around his shoulders and pulling him closer to you. the kiss is filthy, lando’s tongue licking into your mouth, rubbing against your own. he pulls back from the kiss and grabs your jaw, forcing your mouth open wide. you know exactly what he wants and you comply, opening your mouth and sticking out your tongue. he smirks at your quick response, holding your jaw a little tighter and spitting into your waiting mouth. you swallow what he gives you and smile at him, feeling dazed. he hasn’t even started moving yet, his cock just resting inside you, almost touching that spot that has you forgetting your own name.
“good girl.” he pats your cheek, letting go of your jaw and sitting up. his movement has his cock pushing deeper inside you and you moan, pussy clenching around him again. “you ready for it?”
when you nod he grabs your thighs, pulling you closer and grinding his cock deeply into you. he finally pulls out of you, cock slipping out from your wetness and rubbing against your folds. he groans, wrapping a hand around his cock and stroking it before pushing it back inside you. you almost shout at the feeling, the breath leaving your lungs. he doesn’t give you a chance to catch your breath, setting a furious pace and pounding into you with a vengeance. all thoughts leave your head at this point, if there were any even remaining. he grunts as he thrusts in and out, the sound of skin slapping mixing with the breathy moans you can’t help but let out. lando leans down to kiss you again, but you could hardly call it kissing. you pant open mouthed against his lips, barely able to get yourself to kiss him back. he smiles against your lips at your struggle, moving away from your mouth and going toward your neck, kissing down your jaw and biting the skin harshly, causing you to whimper. he soothes it with a kiss, and continues to move down your body. his hands and mouth return to your tits, sucking a nipple into his mouth and using his other hand to pinch and pull at the other. you’d feel bad for his neighbors over your volume, if you could feel anything besides lando’s cock stretching you open.
you feel a tightness in your core, knowing that you’re about to reach that high. lando can tell you’re almost there by the way you clench around him and he speeds up his thrusts, trying to get you even closer. you’re almost at the peak, core spasming around his cock, muscles stiffening in anticipation.
just before that wave of pleasure can overtake you, lando pulls out of you. you cry out at him in complaint, glaring at him with tears pricking at your eyes. you were so close and he fucking ruined it.
“lando, please!” you grab at his hips to pull him closer but he doesn’t budge. he hovers above you, stroking his cock and bringing himself to completion. he groans loudly, head thrown back, and releases his load right on your abdomen, the cum spurting from his cock puddling on the soft skin of your tummy. you just stare at him, openmouthed as he rubs his cock into the pool of cum on your stomach, making a mess of it. “what the fuck.”
lando breathes heavy as he kneels above you, chest heaving from exhaustion. he looks at you with an evil look in his eye, but he’s smiling at the same time. he pats your thigh, moving to get off of the bed but you grab one of his arms, stopping him.
“baby, where are you going? we’re not done yet!” you pout at him as he pulls his arm from your grip, standing from the bed and grabbing his shirt off of the floor to rub the cum off his cock and your body. “lando?”
“remember when i said we’d talk about your punishment when i got home?” you balk at his words. you completely forgot about the punishment. “i thought about it on the flight home and came up with the perfect idea.”
“no more sex until i decide i’m not upset anymore, or until my car gets fixed. whichever comes first.” he runs a hand through his curls, bending down to grab his shorts and slipping them back on. “are you hungry? i’m starved.”
“what the fuck, no i’m not hungry.” you sit up in the bed, pissed off at his words. “what do you mean no more sex? you know if you’re not going to fuck me, i can get myself off easily on my own.”
“yeah, yeah. i know all about that box of toys you keep in the back of my closet. but you’re not going to use those, baby.”
“you’re going to stop me?” you challenge him, you’re absolutely not having this stupid punishment he’s come up with. it sounds like torture.
“i won’t have to stop you. you’re going to listen because you like being my obedient, good girl who does as i say, don’t you?”
the look on his face has you hesitating, you hate that he knows you so well. you’re going to figure out a way to get out of this, but for now you’ll pretend to go along with it.
“fine, if that’s what you want.” you slip out of the bed fully nude, standing in front of him and looking up at him. “you really think you can last very long? i don’t think you can.”
“oh, i’ll be fine.” he rests his hands on your hips, squeezing the flesh. you glare at your boyfriend, you can’t believe how evil this man actually is.
“you could have at least let me cum.”
“where’s the fun in that, baby?”
↳lando: Wtf whos car is this??
↳lando: Tell me its not one of mine
↳lando: YN ANSWER ME
↳yourusername: omg chill out
↳yourusername: its not one of urs
↳lando: Then who
↳yourusername: pierre
↳lando: How the hell did you get gasly to let you drive one of his cars
↳yourusername: what he doesn’t know won’t hurt him 😁
↳lando: Please dont get yourself arrested i am begging you
↳lando: I cant handle anymore stress
↳pierregasly: Is that my fucking car?
↳yourusername: do i know u?
↳pierregasly: Putain I wish you and Kika were not related
↳yourusername: you know you love me peepee!
↳pierregasly: I TOLD YOU NOT TO CALL ME THAT
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yourusername: god forbid a girl accidentally crash a car
user: LMAO HES PISSED ISNT HE
⤷yourusername: mind ur damn business
user: at least it wasn’t the porsche
⤷yourusername: PREACH
ferrari: Hai la faccia come il culo
⤷yourusername: hey what the fuck
user: the tifosi are coming for your ass
⤷yourusername: @.charles_leclerc call me 😛
⤷lando: Go on keep digging yourself into a deeper hole
⤷yourusername: i want you to dig yourself deeper into MY hole
⤷user: GIRL
⤷user: good god lando put her on a leash
⤷lando: You think i havent tried?
liked by lando and others
yourusername: its hot out there
lando: Youre so hot baby
⤷yourusername: dont say things like that if ur not going to do something about it later
⤷lando: Oh look at that the week countdown just reset!
⤷yourusername: FUCK
⤷user: i don’t even want to know what these two are talking about
user: is this a thirst trap
⤷yourusername: idk is it working
⤷user: based on lando’s comment, no!
you can tell lando is still streaming when you get home, the sound of a high pitched scream followed by his girlish little giggle echoes down the hallway from his office. you slip off your shoes and head into the bedroom to shower and change. you’d been out with kika for the afternoon, sunbathing by the pool at pierre’s apartment. as you get ready to shower, you pull up lando’s stream on your phone, wanting to see what he’s doing. you’re not surprised to see that he’s playing counterstrike. you send a message in the chat, greeting your boyfriend and his viewers. they react as expected, the chat going wild knowing you’re watching. lando, of course, gets irritated that his watchers have shifted their focus to you, begging for him to let you join the stream. he whines at the waning attention and jokingly begs his mods to ban you from the stream. you laugh at his overreaction and turn the stream off, setting your phone on the bathroom counter and hoping into the shower. it’s as you’re washing your hair that you come up with an idea. lando might have added more time to the countdown that he’d given you, but he never said that the week long timeframe extended to you giving him head. and it’s been a week since you’d had that conversation, so technically you wouldn’t be doing anything wrong by getting on your knees for him. you giggle to yourself, resisting the urge to cartoonishly rub your hands together like a villain.
fully refreshed from your shower and excited to get started on your plan, you turn lando’s stream back on. you want to find the perfect moment to sneak into his office. that moment comes when lando tells chat he’ll be right back, turning off his camera and muting his mic. you hear him walk into the other bathroom and you take your chance, quietly sneaking your way into his streaming room and slipping under his desk. your boyfriend is oblivious, so you know he won’t notice you down here if you cram yourself against the wall. he comes back from the bathroom and flops down in his gaming chair, scooting closer to the desk. lando is a chronic manspreader, so your body fits perfectly between his legs. you’ve gotten away with it, he has no clue you’re in here with him.
you wait until lando is distracted chatting shit with max to make yourself known, placing your hands on his sweatpant clad thighs. he jumps when he feels your touch, stopping himself from letting out a scream when he sees your sweet face looking up at him from underneath his desk. he glares at you, turning his camera off and muting himself again.
“what the hell are you doing?” he tries to roll back from the desk, clearly intending to get you out from under there, but you stop him, clenching your hands into the fabric of his pants. “i told you to stay out, you little gremlin.”
“i missed you.” you pout at him, resting your head on his thigh, widening your eyes and blinking up at him. “please let me stay, i’ll be quiet!”
“ugh, fine.” he pats your cheek and pushes his chair back up to the desk. you relax, keeping your head laying on his thigh and taking your phone out to scroll for a bit. you need to wait until he’s distracted again to start messing with him. you can’t go all in at once, otherwise he’ll just kick you out. you have to ease into it.
lando goes back to talking to max and his chat, starting up another game of counterstrike. you listen to him play for a little while. you don’t want to be the reason he has a shitty match, so you wait until he dies on his own to get started. you rub your hand up and down his thigh, moving your head just an inch further up his leg. you’re worried you’ve already gotten caught when his hand lands on your head, but he just runs his fingers through your hair. you look up at him, admiring the view from this angle, watching the way his adams apple bobs when he swallows. a little more time passes and you move even closer to his pelvis, your hand “accidentally” brushing his cock over his pants. he flinches from the feeling, looking down at you with a glare. you mouth and apology and he goes back to looking at the monitors in front of him. you decide now is the time to go for it, rubbing your hand up and down his dick, feeling him harden beneath your touch. he grabs your hand, stopping you and you look up at him innocently. he holds your wrist, giving you a look that definitely means stop. you pretend to listen, moving your hand to rest back on his thigh. from where your head rests on his leg, your field of vision is overtaken by the tent in lando’s sweatpants. you try not to drool, can’t let yourself get too distracted until your mission is completed.
you don’t do anything suspicious for a few minutes, letting him fall into a sense of security and dropping his defenses. when he’s bragging to max over top fragging in the game, you take your chance. you turn your head and put your mouth on him, gathering spit in your mouth to dampen the fabric of his pants. he curses, legs closing around your head. he apologizes to chat and plays off his reaction, telling his viewers that he saw a bug. he grips your hair and yanks your head away from his dick, stopping you from continuing. he gives a small shake of his head and you grin up at him, putting a finger to your lips and signalling him to be quiet. you force your head back down between his legs, causing his hand to tighten in your hair. it hurts a little when he tugs the strands, trying to get your head away from his cock, but you refuse to be stopped. he eventually lets go of you, knowing there’s no point in resisting. you slip your fingers beneath the waistband of his pants, starting to pull them off and he helps you, lifting his hips and spreading his legs further.
you take his cock into your hand, stroking up and down, spreading the precum beading at his tip to make the movement easier. he stifles a groan when you finally take him into your mouth. he pretends to be fine, telling chat that nothing is wrong. he’s lucky that he’s playing a game like counterstrike, since it allows him to hide some of the foul noises you know he’ll be letting out soon. you lick a stripe up his shaft and open your mouth wide, taking as much of it as you can and using your hand to twist around what you can’t reach. you swallow around his cock and look up at him, watching as he tries his hardest to make his face look normal. honestly, he looks like he’s in pain, his brow furrowed and his jaw clenched. you pull off of him, dribbling spit onto his tip and suckle at the head. you go back down, taking him even deeper and he throws his head back, groaning, hips lifting off the seat and thrusting his cock further into your throat.
“fuck me.” he curses loudly, clenching his eyes closed and shoving a hand back into your hair to hold you in place. his chat is none the wiser, his reaction coming at the same time he got shot in the back of the head in game. “i hate this fucking game.”
you try not to laugh at how he’s playing it off, focusing your attention back onto his dick. he relaxes a bit in his chair, hips moving forward a little and your face presses deeper into his crotch. he releases the grip he has on your hair and goes back to trying to play his game, you can tell he’s distracted by how quickly he dies every round. you pull off of his cock and take it back in, deep throating him. you swallow around his cock, face pressed into his pelvis, the soft hair at his groin tickling your nose. you breath deeply, forcing yourself not to choke on his fat cock. you release him from your mouth again, running your hand up and down the shaft and reaching down to squeeze at his balls. he jerks, legs closing around your head. you can tell he’s getting close and he knows it too. you let him finish out his match, lazily jerking his cock to hold him off from coming.
lando decides to ruin your fun a little bit, telling chat that he’s done streaming for now and that he’ll see them next time. he turns off the stream and triple checks that everything is shut down, before he looks at you where you’re kneeling beneath his desk.
“you’re a menace, you know that?”
you don’t answer him, taking his cock back into your mouth as deeply as you can. he almost folds over, leaning forward and pressing a hand onto your head, forcing you even deeper around him. you can’t stop yourself from choking this time, but he doesn’t let you up. he thrusts into your mouth, letting out all of the moans and whines that he’d been holding in, swearing at the feeling of your mouth around his throbbing cock.
“fuck, i’m right there.” he groans, his grip on your head moving you up and down his shaft. “you gonna let me cum in that pretty mouth of yours?”
you hum around his cock in response. you wait until he’s right about to cum, pulling your head off of him and pushing his chair away from you. you watch his cock twitch, balls tightening, precum leaking from the angry red tip. he glares at you in shock, breathing heavily. you stand up from the floor, getting out from under his desk.
“baby, what the fuck?” he’s breathless, whining for you to finish him off. “i was so close”
“aw, what's wrong? didn’t get to cum?” you laugh at him, wiping the spit from your lips and head to the door. “now you know how i feel.”
↳user: i know what you did
↳yourusername: idk what ur talking about!
↳user: breaking twitch terms of service you are going to get lando BANNED
↳user: I know ur ass was under his desk 🎤
↳yourusername: whaaat? no way
↳lando: I thought i was your true love
↳yourusername: know your place bitch
↳lando: Youre so mean :(
↳maxfewtrell: You don’t deserve her.
↳yourusername: don’t even start with me mf i’ll run you over with this car
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