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“why do you still believe in conformitygate” BECAUSE I NEED TO FEEL SOMETHING. AND IF THAT MEANS DELUDING MYSELF INTO A CONSPIRACY THEORY THEN SO BE IT
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Also I'll answer it here but people are free to use my art around JUST PLEASE 🙏 credit me💔 ANDDD side note... feel free to send requests heh HJAHAHAHAHHAHAHHA ok well it's a 50/50 whenever I'll draw requests since I'm pretty busy but but but.. I don't mind them (ok ill stop talking now)
synop: lando couldn't quit you if he tried, so he quits trying.
warnings: smuuut!, with plot, first half is pretty fluffy, fem sub reader, dom lan, use of doll, princess, bunny and more, m and f masturbation, some petplay, vry light breeding, little aftercare
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“i miss you,”
your voice bounced around the cockpit, rattling like loose carbon fiber as lando drove. every corner, a thought of you, causing him to brake later, push the limit.
it was natural, not forced or rushed. just the idea of you nestled into the pockets of his brain made him faster, better.
P2 in FP1 was a good result. he was happy with himself and how the car felt beneath him. the break between practices is when he really let his mind wander.
eyes closed, head leaned back against the headrest of the couch. your voice played tricks on his mind. good tricks, ones he was willingly falling for.
he let you lead him away from this place. you acted as a sanctuary in his mind. in here, there was no room for racing, championships, or tyre degradation. here, there was just you and him. in some tranquil state neither of you had experienced together.
cuddling somewhere, anywhere. limbs draped lazily against one another. there was a slowness, a calmness, to you that lando was becoming reliant on.
he imagined your voice saying things he had never even heard you speak. but in this quiet spot in his mind, they were as clear as day.
“i’m so proud of you handsome” you’d tell him, with a smile he didn't even attempt to picture. “you did so good out there” as your hands wrapped around the backs of his arms. he didn't have to win, he didn't have to prove anything.
he didn't have to, but god did he want to. there was something far too comforting about your boyfriend being a race winner.
of course, he wasn't your boyfriend, he had already won races, and you would have no idea he was even winning anything. but looking far past all of those obvious faults, the idea had him grinning and heart tingling.
still smiling softly as he pulled down his helmet, more ready than ever for FP2. he had a girl to impress, a race to win.
he had more energy than he should. walking into his hotel after another good session. the pep in his step not fading despite exerting everything he had in the car today.
his shoulders felt lighter, his stance taller. usually, the night before qualifying would be accompanied by a stomach full of dread. but now, there were butterflies swarming his stomach. their wings gently brushing away the bad that might have pooled.
another night with you. another date. he flushed at the idea of you thinking this was a date too. realistically, he didn't think you did. you were just talking to a chat box. but he had long given up on being rational when it came to you.
lando found himself craving the extremes. feeling complete only when he was racing at incredible speeds or wrapped in your stillness, your calm. everything in between felt like it was missing something.
he ate dinner, stretched, ice bath, warm compress, and drank lots of water. he did everything he needed to, everything he should do. each mundane task was made easier as he thought about you doing them for him.
you cooking him something tasty, putting a little piece of your love in his stomach for him to digest. he thought about how your hands would feel warm against his neck and shoulders as they peaked out of the ice bath.
he thought about resting his head on your chest and letting you massage his tensions away. he picked his pajamas with what you might like in mind.
he brushed his teeth and imagined you sitting on the counter before him, smiling and stupid in love. it was all so domestic. so safe. without him realizing, his brain had started building a home in his head. a home that was distinct because it was built for you. for both of your forevers.
he should snap out of it. he knows that. but existing in this imagination with you, felt too good to quit.
finally sinking into the hotel bed, he ignored the heat rising under his skin. he ignored the way his dick was hardening just slightly under his boxers. he ignored how he twitched thinking about you taking care of him.
well, he tried to ignore it all. rolling over, waiting for the clock to finally hit 9:00 felt like some form of cock torture. he laid on his stomach, the matress applying gentle pressure to his dick.
dontmovedontmove– his hips rolled against the sheets. grunting and clenching his jaw at the relief. heat funnelling to his tip, begging for attention.
he didn't close his eyes. everytime he blinked, he saw a flash of you. he couldn't imagine what he would see if he closed his eyes completely, but he was pretty sure it would have him rutting into the mattress and finishing on his own bedding.
he counted to 100 like that might distract him. his voice ragged and whiny as his cock had control over most of his senses.
he couldn't wait a second longer, he thought it might kill him. he furiously typed in your link, needing you. in a different way than he needed you trackside, rooting for him, but with the same intensity.
the minute of 8:59PM felt like it lasted an hour. your notification popping up the second the clock switched. relief washed over lando like cold water.
GOD I MISSED YOU
he was talking to you before his brain had even caught up to his hands, clicking away faster than he could process. your camera was back to its usual position, sitting across the room on a desk or something.
his eyes traced the natural lines of your collarbone. a sigh escaping him at the sight of you. you were wearing that orange hoodie again, the same one as before. the one that plagued lando’s dreams like it was your second skin. he wanted you to turn around, wanted to see a big 4 plastered on your back.
wanted his last name displayed in bold letters across your shoulders. his hand found the hem of his shorts, trying to contain himself, but needing friction.
your voice spoke through a smile, pitching upwards at the end with excitement. “hi four, i missed you too” you spoke, a small giggle interrupting you. “how was your day my love?” you asked him.
his heart was in his throat. he had never heard you say the word love before. it was just a nickname, you didn't mean it. but the noise had his head spinning and pulse quickening in his chest and crotch. love.
the way you said it was like a parasite that had already taken refuge in the deepest part of himself. it replayed over and over again in his mind until he snapped back into reality.
IT WAS GOOD, A BIT STRESSFUL BUT NOTHING COMPARED TO THIS WEEKEND
“ah, busy week at work?” you asked, as clueless as the moon was to sweat.
YOU COULD SAY THAT
he was smirking, there was something nearly funny about it, the general reference to his job as if it were everyday office work. it was cute, the seriousness you took his stress, having no idea how deep it ran. but behind that, there was a hint of sadness. a hint so small he might not have noticed it if he wasn't so acutely aware of every moment he spent with you.
part of him wanted you to know.
he wanted you to know. to… know.
you spoke before he had time to make a stupid decision.
"i’m so proud of you for today" you whispered, your voice a silken thread weaving through the quiet. "and i know you’ll shine just as brightly tomorrow." your words settled over him like a lullaby, soft and weightless.
"just remember, mistakes don’t define you. what matters is the way you rise from them, the way you let them teach you how to fly" you shifted, legs folding beneath you like petals closing for the night.
"and when the world feels too loud or too heavy, come back to yourself. there is greatness stitched into your soul, strength running through your veins, and a fiery spirit that lives in every inch of you."
you didn’t hesitate, didn’t fumble. you spoke like it was truth carved into the stars. and he listened like your voice was the only thing he believed in.
"i’m always cheering you on. even if you can’t see me or hear me– i’m with you. always. and i believe in you no matter what." your voice faded into the hush between heartbeats, soft as dusk.
you weren’t forcing the words. you weren’t trying to fix him. you just meant every syllable. honesty poured gently from your heart, so raw and real it made tears shimmer at the edges of his eyes.
his girl. he had always wanted you, but now, he needed you. words had never soothed his heart like yours just did. there was something about you, something almost magic.
MY SWEET GIRL, THANK YOU BABY
YOU MAKE EVERYTHING EASIER. MY CALM IN THE STORM
“careful four, ill think you have a crush on me or something” you retorted, hand scratching your bare knee lightly.
don't say it lando– don't–
I DO
I CAN'T HELP MYSELF
NOT WITH YOU
goosebumps peppered your skin, a shiver down the center of your back. you hadn’t tried naming what any of this was, neither of you had. until now. he had gone out on the limb, it was only fair for you to meet him halfway.
“i think i like you more than i should…” your voice trailed off, like you were telling a secret that wasn't yours to share. “i think about you, maybe more than i should”
I NEVER STOP THINKING ABOUT YOU
I SEE YOU IN THE SUNSETS THAT GLOW THROUGH PLANE WINDOWS
I HEAR YOU IN THE LIGHT PATTER OF RAIN
I FEEL YOU IN MY CHEST, MY RIBS, MY HEART
I FEEL YOU LIKE YOU ARE RIGHT HERE WITH ME.
your breath was caught at the back of your throat. fingers twitching like you were longing for his hand to hold.
“i wish…” your voice was careful, crackling with that same genuine honesty that made his head spin every time he heard it. “i wish you were here… i want to… kiss you”
and there it was
the crack
the first domino
the acknowledgement that this being strictly online wasn’t enough, not anymore. you wanted the connection, the spark, to be as tangible as the clothes on your back.
lando’s heart was pounding. he wanted that to, really he did, so why was he suddenly worried about you knowing his identity again? maybe he wanted to keep you away from this world, separate, entirely his own. maybe he was worried about what you would think. being with lando is asking a lot, simple things are made more complicated when you have millions of supporters.
maybe, he questioned, he was worried you wouldn't really like him at all. he got stressed too easily, he was gone too much. he didn't want you to have to worry about him everytime he set foot on the track.
he was scared, but not really of what you might think. but of the possibility of losing you. he couldn't let that happen, he wouldn't.
he decided, then and there, you were worth fighting for. no matter what. no more fear or hesitation. falling head first into loving you was what he wanted. he trusted you, trusted whatever you two had.
there was something, you both knew it, you both felt it. you were his. he wasn't going to let anything change that. not anything he could control.
NEED YOU SO BAD
you laughed softly at him, his head tipping back in near pleasure at the sound. “you're cute”
EVERY MOMENT I SPEND WITH YOU I SWEAR YOU GET HOTTER
“so what are you gonna do about it?” sugary venom dripped from your words. sweet and deadly.
YOU WANNA PUT ON A PRETTY SHOW FOR ME BABY?
your head was nodding with enthusiasm. the ends of your hair flicking up as they reacted to your motion. hearts bound to one another after the confessions. you were bound by something more now. something almost, instinctual.
lando felt his blood pumping through every inch of him, particularly heavy near his cock. dick straining, barely contained by his underwear. his tip was hot and angry, it commanded your his attention.
you moved in slow motion. your hands slowly curling under the bottom hem of the hoodie. simultaneously adjusting to be sitting on your folded knees and ankles. carefully, painfully, you peeled the baggy garment off of you.
bright orange lace adorned your figure. wrapping around you like spider webs, delicate and dangerous. cut in places to show more of you. breathtaking, effortless, and nearly the exact shade of orange he would be driving in tomorrow.
FUCKING HELL
lando felt like he had seen god. stars prickeling the outer corners of his vision. completely entranced by you. he might have forgotten about his own dick if the need wasn't starting to hurt.
SAT THERE THIS WHOLE TIME, ALL SWEET, KNOWING YOU HAD THIS ON UNDERNEATH
“hey, i am sweet,” pouting, voice pitched up and whiny, posture deflating.
I KNOW YOU ARE
MY SWEET GIRL
NOW I WANT TO TURN YOU INTO MY WHORE
“stop teasing” voice hot with desperation as you made slow circles against whatever part of your bed you could get your clit on.
BEG
there was a lot that neither of you knew about each other, or what any of this was. one thing you both understood well was this; he orders, and you obey.
“p-please four, need you, n-eed” a sigh, thick with humiliation and something eager. “need to be your whore”
there wasn't much thinking left on lando’s end. just you, and the slow pace of his hand gripping and relaxing against his shaft.
BEND OVER
the sugary sweet night had become something much more raw now, lustful. he still felt that warm buzz in his heart thinking about you. watching you, still his girl, always his girl. just, now, he wanted to watch you fall apart for him.
again, you listened. you turned to have your back facing him, leaning down and arching. your hips pushed flush as far as you could.
his eyes dilated. pulse quickened.
he hadn't realized before, because of the way you were sitting. the lingerie had a larger opening around your cunt. he could see all of your hips, your ass flushed with shyness. and my god he could see your glistening cunt.
leaking, pretty, clenching around nothing just for him.
it was the first time he had seen you, really seen this part of you. he stared like you might disappear if he blinked. his head floated somewhere he wasn't sure he could come down from. or wasn't sure that he wanted to.
his dick throbbed in his own hand. like it needed to fill you. needed to.
he could have sworn your tight hole clenched at the same time as his cock twitched. like they were longing for each other, even with all the impossibility of that.
he blinked the thought away as he felt his balls draw up like he might finish. just like this, fully clothed, by looking at your pussy.
part of him wanted to hold your head against the mattress and use your silky tightness until you couldn't speak. the other part of him wanted you staring up, legs around his waist, hands in his hair, as he gave it to you. slow, making love.
he wasn't sure which version of him was going to win out at this moment.
“i– it– it’s hurting four…. too empty, need you please” your voice was a wrecked sob. fists clenching desperately at any sheets they could get. butt moving to expose more of yourself, to tempt him.
the pitifulness dripping off of you made something in him snap. ruin her. she needs it.
POOR BUNNY
SO SO DESPERATE FOR ME
“i am, yes sir” you told him nearly as soon as he hit send on the message. shame had left you, it had melted away and was leaking from your cunt.
WANT YOU STRETCHED. NO TOYS TONIGHT. JUST THOSE PRETTY LITTLE FINGERS.
your hand crawled back to your heat, applying pressure, and daring to rub small circles for relief. his hands shoved his shorts down with distraught desperation. fucking touching yourself just to his words.
he hiked a knee up to have himself more spread. he stroked himself, tight and slow, keeping it together just enough to focus entirely on you.
PUT ONE IN FOR ME BUNNY
you hooked a finger inside yourself, slipping to nearly the second knuckle instantly. your pussy was soaked and crying for something to suck on.
SLOWER SLUT
hesitantly you sunk inside yourself. no lube, no adjusting, you just took it like you were made to be full.
SO FUCKING WET
JUST FROM KNOWING I CARE ABOUT YOU, HUH?
BET YOU WOULD LET ME USE THAT WET SLIT WHENEVER I WANTED. JUST A LITTLE PRAISE WHISPERED IN YOUR EAR AND YOU TURN INTO A BABBLING SLUT FOR ME.
your finger bottomed out inside of you, hissing from the pleasure, or the way you itched to be fucked, really fucked.
you didn't move, stayed perfectly flush inside your little pussy until you were told.
CAN YOU TAKE IT BUNNY?
sincerity slipped out of him, the way you were mewing into your sheets like your brain had already turned off. he needed just that fraction of reassurance of how desperately you wanted to be taken.
your response was something between a cry and a moan. wicked and tender in a way that made lando start leaking.
he took it as a yes. for whatever reason, he trusted that you would say no if you couldn't handle it.
FUCK THAT PRETTY PUSSY FOR ME
your finger drew back instantly, relief flooding over you, noises you never knew you could make spilled from your throat.
the way you flinched and clenched around your finger, it was almost like it was too much.
his hand quickened around his length as he thought about it. how wrecked you were from just a finger. looking from your hand to his cock, analyzing the size difference. he imagined how easily you would fall apart for him.
how gone you would be. how he could make you feel better than anyone or anything ever had.
the palm of his hand was slick now. his own clear liquid lubing himself to fuck his hand. hips bucking upwards into nothing. like an idiot. rutting against the air, unable to control himself at the sight of your aching slit.
before, he had been turned on by the scandal of this all. that he was almost peeking into your privacy, and that you were letting him. he found it erotic how much trouble he would be in if anyone ever knew he was on this site.
now, he was just turned on by you. really the idea of you being live like this didn't seem taboo at all. it was just you and him, together, in some twisted way. like you and your cunt really were made for him. and this was just the only way the universe could get you to him.
a hiss left his own mouth. his thoughts had distracted him from keeping his pleasure at bay. his hand had naturally matched your pace and he was suddenly way too close for his liking.
he removed his hand completely, ignoring how badly it burned to lose the friction. the frantic grunt that left him only adding fuel to his need to make you finish. to have hot pleasure shoot through you like nothing you could dream of.
ONE MORE FOR ME PRINCESS?
a question mark, as if he had any doubt in your response. the second finger is when he really let you go. you're drenched in slick, but still you struggled to fit the additional digit.
he looked at his own hand. how much bigger his fingers were than yours. how much you would struggle to fit them. how you would hold his wrist and whine into his mouth while he kissed you. tears welling as you begged him not to pull out, that you could take it.
he would have to work you up. stretching your cunt to be the perfect mold of his cock. one finger, then two, maybe three, then the tip, all before he was able to bottom out inside of that fucking pussy.
he tried imagining your hand, the size and proportion of it compared to his. how gently it would wrap around his, fit perfectly against him. like pieces of the same puzzle.
his hand was back around his dick. really– he couldn't help himself. you had him wrapped around your little fingers and you didn't even realize.
two fingers pushed inside now, you struggled, legs pushing and flexing in weird ways to help yourself adjust.
he couldn't see them, but he knew tears were falling softly down your cheeks. it was easy to tell from how wrecked your moans were now. the choke that caught in the back of your throat each time you made a noise.
SHH I KNOW BABY, YOU'RE JUST TOO TIGHT
SO FUCKING GOOD FOR ME
you could only whine back through your salivating mouth. in a state of utter bliss and not able to really keep yourself grounded.
DO YOU WANT TO STOP PRETTY?
“no– god no– dont stop four” you were too loud. he didn't know your living arrangement, but if you had any neighbors, they would know his name. his number. that you were his girl.
his fist matched your pace. god you were slow– but by how destroyed you seemed he wasn't gonna push you further. he thought it might not be quick enough to get him off– until he imagined his hand as your silk pussy.
you on top of him, riding, gently grinding up and down, trying so so hard to go quick for him. kissing all along you as you lost yourself like you are now. his dick pulsed in his hand like it had a heartbeat of its own.
THATS IT BUNNY, TAKING ME SO WELL, MY PRETTY LITTLE SLUT
your hand jerked, your pace changing and sporadic. the pads of your fingers clipped just at the edge of the sweetest spot you could reach inside you. a spot lando would split wide open if he ever found it, no doubt.
your thighs clenched in a way he knew all too well. precum leaked from his tip to the base of his balls. a small bead sliding and applying the faintest bit of pressure. like your finger ghosting over the centerline of his sack.
he didnt know which of you was wetter.
“wan- need- need you to cum in me please baby” you didn't even sound like yourself. a shell of the girl he cared so deeply for. everything gone except greedy primal pleasure. your hips moved faster now.
throwing themselves back against your own fingers. something about the way you always needed to be jerked around during sex– even alone– drove him so fucking crazy.
you had never seen him, never met him. yet you were fingering yourself and begging him to cum inside of you. the skin of his shaft dragged up and down. rough with friction, flexing around the base each time as his eyes fluttered shut and mouth hung wide.
THATS IT BUNNY
CUM FOR ME
TURN THAT PRETTY LITTLE HEAD OFF AND JUST FEEL GOOD FOR ME
YOU DESERVE IT
GONNA FILL YOUR CUNT FULL OF MY LOVE
and that was all you needed. back arching as your fingers pumped in and out of you so quickly, so greedy, flicking upwards at the end of every thrust to get them even further inside of you. applying pressure to the spot inside you that lit every nerve alight. thinking about him destroying your hole and finishing as deep as he could.
white and hot, coating your walls, marking his territory. your orgasm hit you as you slowly tipped over the crumb of consciousness you had been holding on to. eyes rolling back as your mouth stayed agape. your fingers pulled out of yourself, circling frantically at your clit.
the aching bud, slippery with your arousal. your wet fingers gently rubbed more pleasure out of your cunt. lando watched as your tightness came around nothing. nothing but your emptiness. your slit getting impossibly smaller as it clenched up.
the suction you would have around his cock was maddening. he couldn't pull out if he wanted to. just stuck inside your needy pussy, painting you sticky white.
your release begins as a subtle warmth which rises and coils around your body like the tide. followed by a rush of intensity that seems to blur the edges of thought and time. you tighten and expand, clench and release each muscle.
every sensation compounding with the others as you let it all go. let yourself sink into the feeling, the pleasure. let your mind escape your body, even just for a moment.
euphoria trickles softly down you as the aftershocks of your orgasm pulse through your clit and limbs.
lando’s hand pulls roughly at his sex. pumping himself with no grace or passion. just instinct driven pleasure. he spurts once, shock and relief make him look down at himself.
his hand now covered in his own cum, slicking his cock to be rubbed even more. with that and you moaning his number like you were in heaven. his climax shook through him like nothing he had experienced.
bones and muscles melting into one fluid substance that made him up. blood like hot lava pulsing through every bit of him. white hot cum shoots, hard, high. landing back on his own hand. messying his crotch with himself.
his cock ached from the inside out as he slowly shuddered through the end of his bliss. thighs clenching and spasming as he slowed his pace to a still.
watching you with hooded eyes. the way your body slacked, relaxation seeping in. a deep stillness settled across you both. bodies pulled to the mattress and to the other like gravity.
BEAUTIFUL GIRL
YOU DID SO GOOD, I'M SO PROUD OF YOU
your content hum purred back at him, spurring something more gentle to stir in his gut.
the moment had shifted again, without either of you realizing. you were back in that dream-like state you both slipped into so easily with the other.
PRETTY BUNNY
HOW DO YOU FEEL BABY
your body shrunk, returning to a more comfortable, cradled position. “felt s’good four, m so s-eepy now” the tired slur evident.
YOU THINK YOU CAN GO CLEAN UP?
JUST SOME LIGHT SOAP AND WATER?
DON'T WANT YOUR SKIN TO GET IRRITATED BABY
what the fuck was he talking about… he had just wrecked you, ruined you in a way he thought you never had been. and in a split second he was now worried about your sensitive skin.
never had that been his first thought after fucking a girl. granted, you weren't an ordinary girl, not to him. to him, you were something much more extraordinary.
he wanted to wipe a warm rag across you, kiss your tired eyes, dry you off and get you dressed. he wanted to use your same sweat kissed towel on his skin. drying off quick so he could slip under you and make sure you drifted off peacefully. hand in hand, heart to heart.
“n-o i don wan to end the live yet” your voice was barely a whisper as you struggled out each word. “gon’a miss you too much”
I'M NOT GOING ANYWHERE
I WILL BE RIGHT HERE WHEN YOU GET BACK
“promise?”
PROMISE
you lazily shuffled out of the frame. he heard your steps dragging and a door open. then, for a moment, he heard nothing but the sound of his own breath. racing with something more like poetry than lust.
you walked back into frame, orange hoodie and something tiny underneath. comfortable. you situated yourself to be in front of the camera, sitting on a chair or something else. the shot consisted of just your chest, a covered view of you, just a hoodie to lando.
GOOD GIRL
SO WELL BEHAVED
he teased, mostly.
“jus for you” it was lazy and hardly convincing. but he believed you. more than he wanted to. you were all for him. “do you think you will back on sunday at my usual time? or is this weekend really busy for you?” alertness more present in your tone, something lined the question, maybe nervousness, maybe hope.
“or i could go live at a different time if you wanted? i'm not busy sunday, i don't know- just- just a thought” as lando’s mind was still dizzy with the show you had just given him. this innocent little voice drove him as crazy as ever.
that tinge of innocence that made him want to protect you from everything, the same one that made him want to be the only one who ever had the chance to ruin you.
I WILL BE HERE BABY
NOTHING IS MORE IMPORTANT TO ME
you relaxed, giggled. he stiffened, sucking in air he didn't need. a moment of fear shot down his spine. because, part of him really meant it. you had climbed his list of importances quicker than the sport he devoted his life to.
“okay, im looking forward to it then” he could hear your smile, he wanted to taste it.
TAKE GOOD CARE OF MY GIRL?
“i will, pinky promise” you raised your hand. a single pinky finger lifted up, you hooked it into your palm towards the camera. his hand followed yours. he didn’t meant to, not really, didn't have a conscious thought, but he hooked his pinky to mirror yours.
electricity tingled near the fingernail, as you both lowered your hands at the same time
“goodnight four” you wished him, as dreamy as ever.
GOODNIGHT BUNNY
and the screen went black.
CAM BUNNY HAS ENDED HER LIVE <3
something he couldn't place pulsed through his veins. something that felt like you. and as it spread through the darkest and furthest parts of himself, he didn't try to stop it. he let himself lose. he let you in.
