a/n: here we go starting off kinktober strong with some lando smut! this was so fun to write, happy reading! 🧡🖤💜
summary: you and lando talked about something new in the bedroom, and now he’s begging for it.
cw: cockwarming, cursing, dom!reader, subby lando, (all smut is written as consented!)
minors do not interact, all fics are 18+.
***
it was a curious conversation you’d had yesterday, the idea of him being inside you, but not in that way. just relaxed. close. comfortable.
the dirty thought consumed his mind the rest of the night and today, endless scenarios of pleasure, many of which ended with his cock in your mouth. but he forced to keep himself at bay.
at least for now.
the night was languish, a dark and cold one that was warmed by you and lando’s body heat. lando had been controlling himself all night, listening to you patiently and watching the film that you’d picked out, but he couldn’t get it off his mind.
finally, the movie ended, he thought, and as you climb on top of him out of habit -post credit scene cuddles, you’d called it- all he can think about is that. the idea of him being inside you and feeling your pussy clench around him tortured his mind as you perched yourself on top of him.
you sigh, brushing back a few of his dangling curls with your hand, eyes meeting him as his eyes flash with the linger of lust, hoping it wouldn’t be seen.
“why'd you look at me like that?”
“like what?”
you have an inkling you know what this is about.
“Lan,” your voice almost patronizing. “what’re you thinking about?”
a groan gets caught in his throat by your taunting tone, feeling himself grow at the thought. he tries to deny the bulge in his pants— the simplicity of him asking what he wants you to do and you complying so easily was not helping him in the slightest.
“it’s nothing.”
you read him too well.
“if you want something just ask for it.”
his head lulls and his lips latch to yours for safety and comfort; you’d just started making him use his words in the bedroom. lando sighs in a small defeat,
“can we try that thing you were telling me about,” his teeth lightly scrape against your skin, leaving goosebumps in its wake. “please?”
you smile at the thought of him beneath you, forehead damp with sweat and writhing at the feeling of him being inside of you. “okay.
you nod with a devilish intent, “you can’t move though.”
“never,” he mumbles, already sliding his underwear and sweats off, leaving harsh kisses on your skin as your actions mirror his own.
“hey,” he breathes hard as your hand grips the square of his jaw, voice firm. “I’m serious. no moving.”
he nods slow, captivated by you and the way you’re able to have him speechless in just a few words. he swallows hard as you line yourself up with him.
he’s been curious. oh so curious and the fact that you’re in charge makes him even harder. as you sink onto him, a shared moan fills the room as your bodies mesh as one.
you feel so good clenching around him, and he wants more, needs more, but he tries restrains himself as he hears you ask him a question about some mundane thing. his breathing becomes jagged, pressing his lips into a fine line as he focuses on your words.
after a few minutes, the conversation lulls, and you can feel him twitching inside you. you love when he’s like this: falling apart at the seams just for you. his eyes are glued shut with his eyebrows furrowed, and you appreciate he’s trying to be so patient and composed for you.
but he can’t help it anymore.
“fuck, baby. feel so good,” he moans into your chest as your lips press against his forehead. his nails dig into the skin of your hips, sure to leave marks tomorrow.
you hum at his comment, lightly pulling at his curls.
“y/nn,” he whines as he starts to grind his hips against yours. you smile at his neediness and loss of control.
“yeah, Lan?”
he really isn’t getting much help from you. with the way you’re dragging this out for your enjoyment? forget it.
he needs you now.
“baby do something. please,” he says, words almost embarrassed but not quite. he was squirming at the lack of movement, mind and body about to snap. all he wanted was to be good for you.
you tug on his curls causing his head to tilt back, “you promised me.”
another whine. “I know, baby. I know. I’m sorry, just- fuck. ride me for a little?” the words rush out of him, and he’s slightly disappointed in himself. he thought he could go longer, but his body betrayed him. “I’ve been so good.”
you almost lose control of yourself; his eyes now a deep brown, tears lining them as he begs and hopes for you to budge, but you don’t.
“what did I say when we started?”
his head spins with pleasure, your voice becoming muffled as you press soft kisses against his neck, with a mixed sound of a groan and whimper from his throat; he’s clearly having a rough time with this.
and you love it.
with still no answer, you start to lift your hips up,
“if you don’t want to answer me,”
he snaps back into reality. “no no no,” he mumbles, pushing your hips back down, scattering for the words said not too long ago. “you said, n-no m-moving.” his eyes return to yours, in need of approval.
“that’s right, Lan,”
your hips lift up and slam them back down on him, a loud groan escaping him.
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summary: lando knows you love it when he marks you up.
cw: make out sesh, kind of dom lando? cursing probably
minors do not interact, all fics are 18+.
***
his lips had been teasing and sucking for a while now, a far long cuddle turned into a playful make out session.
lando had loved when you left marks on him; scratch marks on his back, those lovely teeth imprints, and of course a few hidden hickeys only for you to see. it made him feel seen, belonged, like you owned him.
now it was your turn.
his soft lips travel down towards your neck, leaving soft kisses at first which eventually became rough, and you knew what the end result would be.
“no marks please, Lan.”
his mouth repeats it motions, knowing that your words are an empty threat.
“mhmm.”
you loved it when he got possessive, and hell even sometimes you purposefully made him jealous just so he could fuck senseless. his eyebrow cocks at the thought, lips brushing past your collarbone and landing on your breast, sucking and biting at the skin as you try to squirm away from him.
“baby, i swear I’ll kick you if there’s a mark.”
he ignores the empty promise, feeling your body buzz beneath him as he continues to lap the sensitive skin into his mouth as a gentle gasp emits from you, the sound going straight to his cock. he loved the little sounds you made, especially since it was all for him.
you feel the cold air harsh against your skin where his tongue was a moment ago, lando’s lips humming against your neck as he catches his breath.
“like it when i mark you up, huh princess?”
he loved you like this: eyes closed and focused on his movements, body relaxed and at ease — nothing in the world could tear him away from you. his eyes rake your body, awaiting your response and slightly disappointed when you don’t.
he presses a sweet kiss against the crook of your neck, eyes still closed.
“asked you something.”
“y-yes. yes, fuck.”
he smiles at your response, “good girl.”
his tongue and mouth work together again on your skin, creating that all too familiar feeling that travelled to your lower stomach. your body mindlessly grinds against him as his mouth on you strengthens, a moan falling from your mouth. his lips move faster down your body, harder even, as your fingernails dig into the muscle of his shoulders for support.
you shift underneath him, mind focused on you, unaware you’re now noticing the dark purplish bruises that were starting to form all over your body.
“Lando?”
he mouth only relents when you tug on his hair, a little whine coming from him.
“love, cmon, i was enjoying that.”
“me too, but look.”
he pulls back, admiring his work of art, a mix of crimson, purple and blue littering your neck and chest. your cheeks heat at his gaze as his hands trace over the bruised skin.
“you can put makeup on them, right?” he asks, satisfied and smug.
a sweet laugh fills the air, “I can’t believe you.”
a/n: SO proud of lando getting P1 this weekend!!! in his home race!!! wrote this as a celebration fic lol. happy reading lovelies!
summary: lando comes home and has a few ideas.
cw: SMUT, choking, dom!lando (all consented)
minors do not interact, all fics are 18+.
***
he wanted to ruin you.
Lando had just gotten back home, the f1 summer break starting, and needless to say he was elated focus on anything but racing for a while.
so that focus shifted to you.
the plane ride home was dreadful, his brain teased him for the entire flight, making him half hard for at least the last thirty or forty five minutes. you were all he could think about: all the different ways he thought to make you shiver beneath his touch and make those pretty noises he’d been thinking about for the past week and a half. however that idea was short lived when jet lag hit him the moment he walked through the front door.
but now, after Lando got used to the time difference, he decided tonight was the night. after a day of relaxation and warm touches between one another, it started with you doing your routine reading before bed, looking at some articles on your phone then switching to the book you were halfway done with.
as he turns off the bathroom light, he makes his way over to you, lips attaching to the inside of your thighs as he makes himself comfortable between them.
shutting your book you giggle, “what’re you doing?”
he hooks his fingers around your underwear, “what does it look like im doing, baby?”
with his head locked between your thighs, he licked and sucked at your core as you almost unraveled around him. moans and whimpers escaped your lips as he just kept bringing you closer to your climax then watching it dissipate from you. the noises and feel of you caused any kind of control he had on himself to diminish.
“Lan,” you whine, hips grinding against his face, desperate to reach your orgasm.
“I know baby, I know.” a hand comes to caress your face. “just let me taste you for a little longer, baby.”
all you can do is nod in response, brain too fucked out to remember anything else except his name.
he smiles at your state, “my patient girl.”
to be honest you don’t know how long it’s been, lando’s fingers pushing and pressing harshly against your g spot, and the coil in your stomach starting unwind rapidly. the feeling’s blinding, feeling too much but too little at the same time.
suddenly, his fingers tug away from you, your walls clenching around nothing as lando’s thumb meets a stray tear.
“oh baby. it’s alright,” he coos.
more tears fall as he lets you catch your breath, you placing your hands on him for support, “Lando-“
his lips hover over yours, “fuckin love it when you say my name like that,” he growls. his eyes swirl with darkness and want as his hand wraps around your throat, lovingly.
“tell me how much you want to cum, sweetheart.”
“fuck baby. so fucking bad Lan, oh-“
your back arches as his thick fingers return inside of you, pumping in and out in rhythmic motions. your lower stomach starts to heat as lando attaches his lips and sucks on your clit, earning a high pitched moan from you.
“that’s it gorgeous. give it to me y/n.”
your vision blurs as lando’s pace quickens, you clenching and seizing at his touch. lando kisses your hips as your body shakes, your brain empties as you hear lando whisper soft praises near the shell of your ear.
his warmth evaporates as he pushes himself off you, “stay there princess.” he leaves for the bathroom and soon returns with a washcloth, slowly opening your legs again and gently cleaning you up. he places the towel on the bedside table, cuddling up next to you. “missed you. missed this,” he says, leaving a kiss on your forehead.
“y/n. words, please.” he peaks down at you, eyes hazy. “you okay, love?”
“‘m okay,” you reply, reveling in the strength of his chest. his cool breath hits your warm skin as your breathing starts to even.
“love it when you can’t think of anything but me,” he teases. “sure you’re okay darling?”
I’ve decided to I’ll be doing half of kinktober this year yay! idk if I can write all of 30 days 🥴 so we’ll start with half and see where that takes me…
that being said, if you have any ideas / requests you’d like to request for kinktober, feel free to do so in my ask box :)
kinktober 2025!! 🧡💜🖤
day 1: lando norris + cockwarming
day 3: lando norris + blindfolds
day 5: lando norris + hickeys
day 7: lando norris + orgasm denial
day 9: lando norris + semi public sex (driver’s room)
a/n: this totally took me 20 minutes to write… (I procrastinated on this one for a week 😀) enjoy! 🧡💜🖤
summary: a previous conversation turns into a reality for Lando.
cw: smut, subby lando, cursing
minors do not interact, all fics are 18+.
***
there was a defeat beneath his eyes when he came home, his energy low and different than normal. lando had a bad day training, and after a few failed attempts to make him feel better, you heard yourself mumble the safe word and he practically tripped over himself getting the both of you to the bedroom.
the air was filled with your teasing words and the way his body caved and unraveled just by your touch was something he’s been wanting forever.
wanting you to experiment on him a little.
wanting you to tease him with some intent.
wanting you to be in total control.
“baby, please. please.” his voice cracks, pleasure tugging at his voice but not quite enough. “‘m so close, fuck.”
your voice is low it almost breaks him, “are you? I didn’t notice.”
his hands grip the sheets, knuckles going white, as he squirms against the mattress with his eyes screwed shut, a routine of the past twenty minutes. a pitchy groan leaves him, and you love how much he’s enjoying this.
“y/n,”
he’s so, so hazed, mind fuzzy and tired at the two ruined orgasms you’d left him with just under an hour ago. his body is buzzing, the small amount of friction between your mouth and his dick starting to keep himself sane. you’d used your hands to rile him up, but now keeping a rhythm with your lips you start to feel him unwind underneath you.
he’d focused so much today, the endless cycle of criticizing thoughts crushed him, and coming home was his release.
he’s been so good for you, and now you want him to get there.
your hand releases with a needy whine from lando. you hum in response, wrapping your lips around him as his hips snap upwards,
“y/n.”
“just keep saying my name like that.”
“oh fuck-“
his hips move in tandem with your mouth, his warm thick ropes of cum hitting the back of your throat and dribbling out the sides of your lips. his body convulses at the feeling, your name leaving his mouth like a prayer. you wipe your lips with the back of your hand, heading for a towel in the bathroom.
instinctively he reaches for you, slightly sad when he can’t find your warm embrace. his mind lags from barely cohesive thought to another, body feeling heavy as his head lulls.
he’s breathless and full of relief when you return, and you’re unsure where his mind’s gone. he’s mumbling to himself, body slightly twitching when you wipe the warm towel against his sensitive skin.
you gently push back his curls against his sweaty forehead, “alright there, baby?”
he shoots you a knowing smile, “you’re pretty.”
you laugh at his forwardness as lando lays his head on your chest, “thank you.” you lay there enveloped in each other, him pressing kisses to your skin as you trace random shapes on his back.
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“aw. did i wear you out love?” W/George Russell, like reader and him fucked after a longggg time
George Russell- Subspace
a/n: aftercare george >>>> anyways hope you like it!
pairing : george russell x female!reader
Summary: george takes care of you after a long fucking session
Warnings: smut, cursing, stress, george being george
Word count: 523
not my gif!
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You needed a break. Work had been really stressful for the past few months, and your normal outlets weren’t working. Exercising wasn’t as much fun as you’d hoped and your other hobbies had started to become dull. You were getting frustrated to say the least.
When you arrived home to your shirtless boyfriend after work, it was game over for you. You slammed your lips against his, moans and gasps shared between you two. You headed to the bedroom, him picking you up and throwing you on the bed. His hands slid up and down your body as his lips attached to your neck, leaving dark purple spots that you knew you wouldn’t be able to hide the next morning. Clothes were torn off of each other as George propped your legs up on the edge of the bed. He got on his knees, eating you out as you gripped his hair, feeling your stress and worry melt away from you. You came on his tongue, breathless and in need for more. George then repositioned you two so he had your back against his chest and his fingers inside you, your legs shaking as you writhed against them, practically fucking yourself on them. He coaxed a few orgasms out of you along with a few more hickeys. After feeling all fucked out, he rolled on top of you and hooked your legs on his hips. He fucked you so hard that you felt like you were barely conscious.
It was exactly what you needed.
You fell into a subspace, which was not uncommon after George would use you and make you feel good. Your body was buzzing and warm; your body felt like a furnace. He had left to get a warm towel to clean you up, and when he returned, you were quietly mumbling to yourself, a sign to him that you were in a subspace.
“Aww, did I wear you out, love?” George said, brushing a piece of hair out of your face. You simply nodded, his Britishness and lovingness seemingly more prominent as it was ten minutes ago. He spread your legs open to clean you, but you stopped him and closed your legs, leaving a confused look on his face.
“George, please. I can’t-” Everything around ou was hazy, and you certainly couldn’t take anymore of what George was planning on doing to you.
“Oh, baby, don’t worry. We’re done now, hmm?” He said, gently placing a kiss on your knee. “Just want to clean you up is all,” He says, his voice low and raspy.
“Oh, ok,” The words seemed to come out on their own.
You let him open you up again, your legs spazzing when he wiped too close to your pussy, causing a quiet moan to fall from your lips. He placed a chaste kiss on your stomach, quickly leaving you to discard the towel. He rejoins you in bed and slides in next to you, wrapping you up in his arms. You try to get any words out you can, but he knows you can’t after a session like this.
