#ln

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.