#ln x reader

Last night had truly been a blur. Your brain seems to roll around in your head as you turn on the soft mattress, the champagne still lingering on your tongue. Flashes of worry you'd spend new years eve on your own, to going to this random party, to ending up bend over the balustrade of the balcony during the fireworks while the most delicious man you ever met you see stars filled your memories. Movement around the room makes you aware of the man in question, pushing yourself up to your elbows, fingers curled around the thin duvet. Lando - his name is Lando, you remind yourself. There's a large mirror in the hotel room, right across the bed, making you meet your own reflection.

Your eyes shift to him anyway. He looks like he's fresh out of the gym, hair a little messy, streaks of your nails peaking from under his shirt and above the neckline. The pump of his muscles is still visible, veins in his arms bulging over his biceps, abs defined. "You worked out?" your voice manages to croak out. Lando's eyes lazily glide over to you, teeth gnawing into his lower lip as you looked so delectably rumpled - naked shoulders peeking from over the duvet, a faint mark of his lips under your right ear and he's sure his fingerprints are painted over your hips from how hard he rocked into you and from how close he needed you.

"Happy new year," he replies, not missing the renewed fire in your eyes when he slides his hands over his body, dipping slightly below the waist of his sweats. Lando swiftly turns around, pulling on the duvet at the end on of your side of the bed. You don't stop him as he reveals your naked body within a second, wasting no time to dig his knees into the bed. "I hope you still remember what happened after we left the club," he hums, warm lips landing on the inside of your ankles. "Somewhat," you breathe, "but I might benefit from a small reminder," you add, lust and heat refilling your chest as he looks up at you. His mouth makes a quick path to where you want him, earning a gasp as his tongue lands right there.

Your head spins as your back arches and you lean back in the soft pillows, taking you back to the moment you bumped into him at the club and you instantly acted like magnets. Two drinks and a chat later and the tension was sizzling between you, and while the club was counting down to midnight, you were all over each other in the back of a cab. He groans as your fingers tug on the roots of his curls, your taste coating his tongue as he buries his head deeper between your thighs. Your whimpers praise him, the pretty noises instantly making him rock hard. Lando couldn't get the drunk sex off his mind while he was in the gym, dealing with the sex-crazed feeling after he woke up in his own way, as you were still sleeping and he didn't want to wake you.

His hand splays over your lower abdomen, the other holding your thighs firmly spread. You feel like you're exploding as the pleasure washes over you. He greedily laps up what you give him, wet kisses left up your public bone, your stomach, over your ibs. "You melted in my arms last night when I kissed you here," his voice rasps in your ear as he kisses the spot where he left a mark. Lando's weight atop of you let's you both sink deeper into the mattress, the pressure welcoming as your legs link around his hips, hands working to get his sweats out of the way. "You're so hard," you mewl, feeling his erection against your inner thigh. "Almost came in my pants in the gym at the thought of you bend over for me," he shamelessly admits.

You nearly liquify beneath him, sparks shooting up your spine as you clench around thin air. "Need you in me," you breathe, becoming desparate the longer it takes to free his cock from his sweats. His shirt is already on the floor, and he finally lifts his hips slightly, letting your hand wrap around his thick, hot girth. Lando's hands wrap around your hips again, angling them in a way that makes you gasp when he slides home in a swift move, your slick walls offering no restraint. "Yes, yes, yes," you hum, the stretch of your pussy making you shiver. "I'm starting to think I'm the best sex of your life if you keep rewarding me with those pretty noises," Lando says, moving his hips to set a deep pace.

"Mhm," you randomly reply, feeling the heat unravel once more in your lower belly. His nose nuzzles against your cheek, hot breath ghosting over your face as you writhe beneath him. It's almost embarassing how fast he got you on the edge, the angle just perfect to make you babble and lose your mind over it. Lando's jaw clenches as he feels you tighten around him, his thumb rubbing circles over your clit. You get wetter and wetter around him, nails digging into his muscled back again. "Shit," he curses under his breath, struggling to hold the pace as you cum so deliciously around him. Your toes curl as he releases too, riding out the highs. The sheets nearly feel cool beneath your heated back as you finally lay back again, chest heaving up and down.

A soft breath left his mouth as his eyes glided over your bare back. The black, backless dress looked stunning on you. He hadn't been able to stop tracing his eyes to the way the material gathered around your hips, stretching over your ass. The v-shape of the fabric drawing playfully low over your lower back, leaving it up to his imagination what was underneath. He felt the blood flowing to his cock as he was shamelessly undressing you with his eyes, eager to get you into his car, but not eager to get you home. It was warm outside still, the sun hadn't fully set yet, lighting you up in a way that made his slacks tighten even further around his crotch. Your heels clicked on the stone pavement that would lead you to his car. He could see the brand-new Ferrari in the distance already, the soles of your shoes matching the red stripe that covered the hood and the roof of the car.

"Lando?" your voice barely woke him from his thoughts, and he needed to undo another button of his white blouse to prevent himself from passing out as he looked at your pretty face, your teeth biting into your red lips. My god, you were going to be the death of him. "Let me take a picture of you, darling," he said, drawing his phone from his pocket. You looked at his car from over your shoulder, a small grin tugging on the corner of your mouth. The pictures, they were... Wow. Lando wasn't even looking at his phone as he snapped them, he was just obsessed with the way you looked, especially when you leaned over the hood. He was obsessed with the red details in your make-up, your shoes, your nails. He couldn't get over the halternecked dress that made your tits look so amazing, your neck look so elegant.

Lando walked around the car to get the door for you, stopping you before you could do it yourself. His hands caught your hips, lightly pressing you against the metal frame of the car, his hard cock pressing against the back of your thighs. A shiver ran up your spine when his head dipped down to press his mouth to your shoulder. The moment lasted maybe thirty seconds, but it felt like an eternity when his arm moved around you, a hand slipping to your lower abdomen and pulling you back slightly to open the winged door. "Baby..." his voice rasped in his ear. "Don't get my seat wet." Goosebumps rose upon your skin at his words, a smile playing with your lips before you sunk into the leather seat on the passenger side.

He closed the door when you were sat, getting behind the wheel not much later. He didn't make any effort to start the engine as he leaned over the center console to take your jaw between his fingers, pressing a firm kiss to your lips. "Lando..." you started, looking up at him through your lashes, trailing a manicured hand down his chest, nails tickling the skin that was bared by the opened buttons. "I need you to fuck me in this car," you said, voice soft and angelic, causing his eyes to darken and his dick to grow painfully hard. The truth was, before this car was even his, before he had even seen it at the Ferrari garage in Monte Carlo, he already pictured the most obscene things with you in this car. The sun had set by now, and it was dark, the parking lot nearly deserted except for a few cars in the back. He hadn't fucked you in a parking lot this public before, but God, he was not going to start the engine and drive you back to his apartment now.

Lando swallowed the spit he would rather drop on your pussy with a hard movement of his adam's apple, pushing his seat further back and lifting you onto his lap with ease. "Is that so, love?" his voice had dropped another octave, making you feel breathless when your pussy was pressed against the bulge in his slacks, his fingers pressing into the small of your back, nails digging slightly into the skin that your dress left bare. "Show me," he said, bunching up your dress as you leaned back as far as the cramped space allowed you to. His head lulled back against the leather headrest of the seat, watching you press your back against the steering wheel. Lando's plump lips parted at the sight of the lace thong that covered you, the fabric a little damp when two of his fingers brushed over it. His eyes flickered back up to yours, watching your eyelids flutter when his thumb rubbed over your clothed clit.

The friction was delicious, shooting sparkles up your spine and drawing soft whines from your mouth. His fingertips teased the edge of the flimsy piece of fabric, brushing over your pussy before he pulled it aside. Heat rose to your face when he spat on your cunt, spreading the saliva before two of his fingers glided in with ease. Lando watched your pussy clench around his digits, lewd, obscene sounds filling the car as he fingered you in his Ferrari. He fucking loved seeing you like this, spread out in his lap, your brain already floating away, your pretty lips parted with moans that brushed up his ego even further. "Lando, Lando, Lando..." he hummed in response, his cock pulsing painfully, pressing against the zipper of his slacks, but he needed to get a taste of you. His eagerness turned him impatient, but you were in a state of bliss that made you unaware he tore your panties and threw them somewhere in the car.

The tattoo on your hipbone never failed to make his breath hitch in his throat. 4444L. You were marked by him forever. To anyone else, the tattoo existed of four simple numbers and a simple letter, but it released the most primal feelings in him. It made the choice of the number plate on this car easy. "F-fuck!" your whine made him groan as his tongue buried in your pussy. The position was awkward, but he didn't care about the way he had to strain his neck to get his mouth between your thighs. He lapped at your slick, sucking your clit into his mouth, satisfied to feel your fingers in his hair and your nails scratching his scalp. His fingers curled up against your g-spot, the near pornographic sounds you let out praising him more as you leaked on his tongue. "Shit, baby," Lando muttered, watching your slick drip down your thighs. "Need to be inside this pussy," his voice rasped against your mouth when you pulled you down to kiss him.

"Please," you breathed, your knees hitting the cool leather of the seat underneath him. You were burning with want and desire as he pulled his cock from his slacks, the tip leaking pre-cum, the veins nearly pulsing. Your hand wrapped around it, spreading the slick pre-cum over the head and further down, shivering at the mere thought of having him between your walls. Lando spread his thighs a little further, watching you align yourself with him before sinking down on it. He watched his fat cock spread you open, feeling your tight pussy clenching him. If you had been at home, he maybe would have taken it slow, letting you feel the ridges and veins on his cock, as he knew you loved and which drove you crazy, but tonight, now he had you on his cock in his new car, with the tattoo on your hip covered with your own cum his lips had smeared there, he wanted you hard and rough.

His hand wrapped around your throat before you blinked, the other hand moving to your lower back as he started to rut his hips upward, impaling you on his hard cock with a ruthless pace. All the oxygen was sucked out of your lungs, making you wrap a hand around his wrist and the other pressed against his chest. The windows of the car started to fog up while he fucked you harder, obscene sounds bouncing audible in the car, maybe even outside, but he didn't care. "You have no idea how pretty you look right now," he breathed, watching your tits bounce as your back was pressed against the steering wheel again. It felt filthy with the way you were both still fully clothed, your dress still bunched around your waist while only his slacks were undone and pushed down. "That's it," he gritted through his teeth, watching you lose touch with reality while the tip of his cock hit you deeper, spreading you further open.

"Gonna take my cum like the good girl you are?" he asked, satisfied with the many yes, yes, yes, please and another mantra including his name that followed. A touch of his thumb on your clit had you spiraling, and he watched you fall apart, your pussy leaking over his cock as he made you cum. The sight was too good to be true. His balls tightened to a point he needed to let go, and his brows unfurrowed as his cum spilled inside you, pulsing and pushing, making you tremble on top of him. "Fuck," Lando leaned back against the seat, watching his cock still inside your pussy. He pulled out of you slowly, his cum oozing out, but he stopped it by pushing in again. "Wanna get home?" your hands cup his face to kiss his lips. "Mhm," he replied, helping you to sit down in the passenger's seat again. "Should I just sell all the other cars?" he asked while fixing his slacks.

Your soft laugh echoed through his room in the McLaren hospitality when he took you down onto the sofa with him. Lando sat back against the leather, happy his media duties were over, and he had just a couple of seconds to slip away from the heat, the journalists, the many other people and be with you. Even if it were just a couple of minutes. He was expected in the briefing room soon anyway, but he was happy to have you with him, especially now you were seated in his lap. "I'm so proud of you, baby," you smile at him, your fingers caressing his cheek, the helmet lines still prominent in his skin after the hot qualifying session. Your praise went straight to his cock, goosebumps rising upon his skin at the soft tone of your voice.

"Did it impress you, huh?" he asked, sucking his lower lip between his teeth and biting down on it as his eyes raked over your figure, the linnen pants that were fitting you so well, that were pulling taut around the thighs he loved to spend time between, and the globes off your ass, which was driving him crazy. "You always impress me," you reply with a purr, causing his cock to stir underneath the black fireproofs he was wearing. Your warm hands wandered down his chest, his eyes holding yours while your fingers travelled further south, riding up the black material to find his abs. Lando took a shaky breath as he watched you zip his racing overall further down, your hand slipping inside, touching his sensitive skin before it came in contact with his veiny cock.

"Oh ff..." Lando bit back a grunt as your hand wrapped around him under his suit, right between your legs and where you were straddling him. "I'm not going to fucking last," he muttered, looking at you through hooded lids as your hand twisted around his cock, squeezing the sensitive head a little while your thumb rubbed over the slit to spread the small beads of pre-cum. Lando let his head fall back against the sofa, his eyelids fluttering close as his abdomen tensed while your hand jerked his fat cock, much rather having it inside you, but there was no time for that now. He growled when your lips brushed over his jaw, peppering kisses on his muscled neck, tasting the salty skin and breathing in his musky scent. His hips bucked upwards when he started to get close.

He melted in your hand, his eyebrows furrowing together with pleasure as the shivers ran up his spine. "So good to me," he muttered, swallowing a moan when his body tensed in the best way possible. His cum coated your hand when you slowed down the pace of your hand, feeling him pulse against your palm when you twisted it at the top of his cock. Lando opened his eyes to look at you, his hand finding the slope of your neck to bring you down for a kiss. You withdrew your hand from inside his suit, tucking him back in and zipping it up slightly. You pulled back from his mouth so he could watch how you licked his cum from your fingers. "You're cruel for letting me walk around like this in a bit," Lando said, looking down at the mess made underneath his racing overall.

A sigh rolled over your lips as you turned to your other side, the thin sheet getting caught between your legs. You had slept for maybe two hours, but it had been enough. The burn of your hurting muscles made you hum softly, reminding you of the way he had bent you over the balustrade of the balcony barely three hours ago, muttering pure filth in your ear. "They should know how wet your little pussy is for me, darlin'," which had made your knees buckle as you drenched his cock with another orgasm. You were sure his fingerprints were visible on the back of your thighs from how hard he held you down and spread open for him when he took you back inside, his other hand covering your mouth to prevent everyone from hearing you, no matter how much he liked it when you moaned his name while he dragged his fat cock through your soaking walls.

Lando was still sleeping, but the warmth that pooled in your lower abdomen and the slick that started to cover the inside of your panties were burning you up from the inside, and you couldn't resist sitting up to straddle him. It was unfair how he didn't allow you to mark him, his chest still a bare canvas beneath you. It was unfair how he had prevented you from biting your teeth into his abs, silencing your whine in dismay by pushing his cock past your lips and twisting his fingers in your hair to force you down on his length till you were a drooling, spluttering mess - the way he loved to see you, and the way you loved to be for him. Lando shivered as your nails tickled his chest, the material of the shirt you were wearing, his white button-up, scraping along his stomach when your lips reached his neck.

He peaked at you through one eye, a grin lazily curling the corners of his mouth. His eyes sparkled as he took you in, sitting so prettily atop of him, causing his cock to stir in his boxers. Perky tits were covered by the white material, the sheer see-through white giving him a glimpse of your pink nipples, which he had much rather in his mouth now he had another look of them. Without saying anything you reached into his boxers, freeing his cock from the tight material and shoving your panties aside to sink down on him. You were impossibly wet, and his mind was spinning at the thought that his cum was still in you after he emptied his balls in your pussy last night.

"Fuck," he said, his eyebrows furrowing together as he could barely comprehend that you felt so good even though he had been buried inside you a couple of hours ago. "Gonna fuck yourself on my cock, hmm, pretty?" Lando muttered, watching your tits bounce in his face as you found a rhythm that had your toes curling. Footsteps in the hallway made you hold your breath for a second, your pace slowing down as you looked at the door. Lando took the opportunity to hold you down on him as he started to rut into you, making you muffle your moan by pushing your face in his pillow. "I know it turns you on that anyone can walk in now, because nobody knows you're here," he continues, riling you up, making you even wetter. "Nobody knows how good I'm fucking you."