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Swallow | LN⁴
🔸️ inspired by this ask
🔸️ summary ──── 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.
🔸️ pairing ──── Lando Norris x she/her reader
🔸️ rating ──── explicit
🔸️ warnings ──── 18+, mature/sexual content, descriptive language, enclosed environment, sexual innuendo, cursing, light teasing, smut, oral ─ (f)receiving, cum play & spitting, unprotected sex, overstimulation, Lando is obsessed, fluff at the end, bittersweet because they don’t want summer to end (this was sitting unedited in my drafts since late August oopsies).
🔸️ word count ──── 2.7k
🔸️ date ──── Nov. 12, 2025
🔸️ a/n ──── I know it’s been a couple of months and this is barely enough, but I’ve been facing the horrors, my friends, and they persist (both physically and mentally). I’m trying to go back into writing one-shots, but the updates might come a bit slower, because when I’m not around, my writer mind is plagued with scenarios and schemes for the book I’m (still) attempting to get to a complete first draft. It’s... a lot of work, but thank you for being so patient with me. Next update coming soon (hopefully) 😁🤞🏻
📍 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 they’ve spent tangled in each other, since they couldn’t 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. She’s 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 they’ll have to wake up early to catch their flight is just another reason why they both need to rest. They’ve been at it all afternoon — he swears it wasn’t his intention, but can’t complain either — 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 hasn’t 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 he’s 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 isn’t nerves. At this point, it’s pure madness. He lives for worshiping her, keeping her full, reminding her times on end that no matter how needy she gets, he’ll always be there to take care of her.
When he’s close enough, her scent hits him full force, sweet and dizzying in the way it makes his mouth water like he’s 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 she’s near. It’s the way she’s so deep under his skin to the point it turned him into someone who forgets where he ends and she begins. He’s 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 she’d 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 that’s 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 she’s 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 doesn’t fully wake.
Knowing he’s 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 won’t 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 she’ll 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. “Nah, baby. Keep ‘em wide for me.”
And then he’s 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, “Lando. Fuck… Lando, please.”
He grins, pulling back to rasp, “There she is,” 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 he’d left inside her. It’s borderline obscene, too intimate, and it makes him whine like he’s 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 he’s satisfied and makes sure he can’t 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 he’s 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. It’s 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 they’ve made together before parting slightly.
“Swallow,” he rasps.
She would’ve 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. “Come here,” her voice cracks with anticipation, body trembling with desire in every cell. “Get inside, since that’s how you wanna wake me up,” 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 body’s ready, dripping from all his teasing, and the moment his tip nudges her opening, it’s 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. There’s 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 it’s 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.
“Can’t get enough of you,” Lando growls against her lips, his thrusts powerful enough to rattle the frame beneath them. “How am I supposed to go back to work after this?”
Her nails dig further into his bicep, head tipped back against the pillow. “Quit,” 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.
“Fucking take it, baby,” he pants, voice breaking, “Get your favorite thing, just like that.”
“You’re my favorite thing,” 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 doesn’t 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. It’s 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 she’s the only thing in the world.
It would be perfect if she doesn’t immediately push at his shoulder, making him grunt as she twists to reach the nightstand.
“Pardon, where’s your heart? Kicking me off already?” 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. “Not yet,” she replies, voice muffled as she snuggles back against him. “Getting rid of the taste of us before I start craving round… six? That’s crazy,” she laughs. “Should we just accept we’re feral cave people now?”
Lando smirks, sucking on his drop before asking, “Would you rather play sudoku?”
“I can kick your ass at sudoku very well,” the girl shoots him an immediate look.
“Yeah, ‘cause you’re a nerd,” he shrugs.
“And what about it?”
“Nothing,” says Lando, his eyebrows raising for a fraction. “I think it’s hot.”
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.
It’s 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. “I don’t wanna leave this place,” she whispers, disturbing the stillness.
Lando can’t answer right away. He’s 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. It’s 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. “Lan? You woke me up like that only to fall asleep on me now?”
His mouth twitches, its corners lifting just a little. “Mhm... sue me.”
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.
“We’re still getting dinner later, right?”
With his eyes closed now, Lando lets out a breathy chuckle, “Didn’t you just eat?”
It takes her half a second to register what he means, and when she does, her cheeks flush instantly, blooming a warm, embarrassed red. “Lando,” she warns, mortified but trying not to laugh.
“Don’t blame me?” he says innocently, even though he’s grinning now, “You walked right into that one.”
She drops his hand with a huff only to smack his chest, hard enough to make him flinch and laugh out loud. “Disgusting, disgusting man!”
“Alright, mate. No violence,” he’s twisting away from her swat but too tired to actually escape.
“Stop being an idiot then,” 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. “Don’t worry, I made reservations,” he says, voice a little rough, exhaution still clinging to the edges of it.
She frowns. “You did?”
Lando nods. “Somewhere nice. So don’t think you’re getting out of wearing that red dress you packed.”
Before she can argue, he’s 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, it’s only by a breath, their warmth lingering between them like a string neither of them wants to let go of.
“Thank you,” she says, and Lando knows it goes deeper than him being thoughtful. It’s for all the small things he’s learned without her ever having to say them. For communicating without words.
Thank you for noticing.
Thank you for listening.
Thank you for remembering.
Thank you for making space for me.
“Always.”
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