I Agree With That It Seems Like He Has Changed. I've Only Been A Fan Of Him For A Few Years , But It

Hickey : ̗̀➛ Lando Norris

summary: with all eyes on him, lando can't help but wonder what everyone is captured by. but when he finds out the problem, it's much bigger than he ever could've imagined

The room seemed to fall silent as soon as Lando walked in, with several glances moving in his direction. His heart began to race as he heard sniggers come from around the room, it was something that he wasn’t used to, usually greeted with wide smiles and shakes of the hand. 

It was almost as if he’d walked into a dream, it was unlike anything that Lando had experienced before. He nervously walked to the side of the room as the drivers waited to be called out for the parade, seeking comfort from Oscar and a few of his other close friends who were stood in the corner of the room. 

“What’s going on?” Lando queried as he stood between Oscar and Carlos, his eyes drawn to the expressions on their faces and how they tried their best to not smile across at him. 

“Did you have a nice evening?” Carlos innocently asked him. 

Lando nodded in confusion as a scoff came from George who was just beside Carlos. Lando’s brows knitted together as his anxiety built, hating the feeling as if he was missing out on something amongst them all.  

“Y/N’s here this weekend, isn’t she?” Oscar asked. Lando nodded, knowing that Oscar already knew the answer. “We can tell you guys haven’t seen each other for a while.” 

It didn’t take long before a couple of the other drivers joined their group, not wanting to miss out. There were a few exchanged glances amongst them all, but Lando just couldn’t piece together what they were all trying to say to each other as their eyes silently spoke.  

“Did you happen to have a look in the mirror before you left your hotel room this morning? Or did Y/N say anything to you?” Alex asked, shaking his head across at Lando. 

“She was still asleep, and I was running late.” 

No one could quite believe how oblivious Lando was as he shrugged. It had grabbed everyone’s attention as soon as he entered the room, and had probably delighted the cameras as soon as Lando entered the paddock that morning.  

“Can someone just tell me what I’m missing please?” Lando asked of them all. 

Whilst some of them continued their laughter, Charles pulled his phone out of his back pocket and opened up his camera. Lando immediately panicked when he saw what Charles was doing, brushing over his face. Little did he know though, it wasn’t something that could just be brushed off. 

“Just so you know, I said to the others that we should tell you,” Charles defended before he went to turn his phone around, at least trying to offer Lando one supportive friend. 

“Tell me what? Just tell me what’s the matter.” 

A sigh came from Charles as he turned his phone around. Lando studied himself carefully in it, but couldn’t spot anything, nothing that usually wasn’t out of the ordinary.  

“Can you really not see the issue?” Oscar asked, struggling to hold back his laughter. 

As Lando shook his head, Carlos walked over to him and pulled down the side of his hoodie. Watching on as the material moved, Lando’s eyes soon went wide. 

“Now can you see what the problem is?” Carlos sighed at him, tapping his finger just below him. “Now do you see why you’re the centre of attention this morning?” 

His heart began to race as he moved closer towards the phone, noticing just how dark the mark on his neck was. His eyes shut, knowing that there was nothing that he could do about it, dreading to think what had already happened before he even noticed too. 

“I’ve got a hickey,” Lando muttered underneath his breath. 

No one quite knew where to look as Lando looked around in panic. It was beyond anything that Lando could’ve ever imagined, almost like the things that nightmares are made of, especially when you get as much attention as he does. 

“What am I supposed to do?” He nervously asked, but no one seemed to have the answer, it was a situation that none of the drivers had ever found themselves in before. 

There was one driver though who had a bit of an idea. “What about if you paint yourself purple for the race today, that way it’ll blend in and no one will ever know?” 

“Daniel, sometimes I really just want to knock you out.” 

Whilst Lando looked unimpressed, Daniel’s suggestion earnt a chorus of laughs from many of the other drivers. Whilst some couldn’t hold back their giggles, luckily for Lando, he had a couple who could sympathise. 

“There’s got to be some merch somewhere that’ll hide your neck,” Alex suggested, throwing his arm over Lando’s shoulders. “If that fails, just pretend you’ve got a nasty stomach bug and ask to go home.” 

“I’m just going to have to own it now, I bet there’s headlines everywhere, aren’t there?” Lando asked, the silence around the room telling him everything that he needed to know. 

Of all of the boys, George cleared his throat. “I promise that the headlines aren’t as terrible as you probably think they are Lando.” 

Lando nodded, it still didn’t make him feel any better. Especially for you. You were just a few minutes from arriving at the paddock and he knew exactly what sort of questions would be sent your way upon your arrival. 

Like the media, a few of the boys couldn’t help but think about Y/N too. “Have you got matching marks or something?” Daniel quizzed, unable to stop himself messing with Lando, just like Lando had done with him many times. “Are you just letting everyone know you’re together this weekend.” 

“You can tease me all you want, but none of you are to say anything to Y/N,” Lando quickly warned them all, “she’s going to be embarrassed enough about this as it is when she gets here.” 

“I never had Y/N down for this type of person.” 

“Daniel!” Lando groaned, elbowing him in the side. “I’m being serious, if anyone says anything to Y/N then I can guarantee you right now that I know all of your weaknesses and I will happily expose you all for them.” 

It was funny watching Lando be serious, but when it came to you, they all knew just how much he meant it. He would back you all the way and defend you no matter what had happened. 

“At least we all know you and Y/N are happy together,” Carlos grinned as he tried to lighten the mood again. “Let’s worry more about covering this mess up for now seeing as we’ve got a race to get to soon.” 

“You’re all enjoying this too much,” Lando scolded, displeased by the smirks on many of his closest friends around him. “Some of you really need to get yourselves girlfriends.” 

As Lando went to walk off with Carlos, Charles quickly stopped him. Before Lando could protest, Charles used his phone to take a photo of Lando and keep it as a memory. 

“Just for the future,” he innocently smiled as Lando hit against his arm. “I think this is an important day that we might all want to remember one day.” 

“I’ve never hated a group of people more in my life,” Lando sighed as Charles slotted his phone away. “At least there’s one person who wants to help me out.” 

“I’ve got no sympathy,” Oscar shrugged, seemingly the spokesperson of the group. “You should’ve known what you were doing back at your hotel last night.” 

Lando’s eyes rolled at Oscar’s scolding, “do you think if I knew this was going to happen I would have let Y/N do this to me?” He quizzed, pointing at the mark. 

“Knowing you, yes,” Oscar couldn’t help but laugh, “anything to get a little bit of attention, we all know what you’re like with your relationship.” 

“I honestly hate you all.” 

“But at least we all know Y/N loves you though!” 

˗ˏˋ 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 ! ´ˎ˗

yaaaaasssss 😛😛

🎀 anon

congrats on 5k

hey bb ! i’ve been brainrotting on insatiable lando and his gf for weeks now omg

for a cute lil fic i was thinking of reader being max f’s sister and lando and her being secretly together. they’re all on vacation together and lando and reader are super insanely insatiable and the story on how they act on vacay 😈😈

anywhere she wants.

ln x fem fewtrell!reader

in which no one approves of your relationship, so lando shows them just how good he is to you…

oh my sweet 🎀 anon, i’m sorry this took so long! slowly getting back into the groove of writing, starting with this little piece! i went a bit off script but the vibes are hopefully similar to the request! huge thanks to angel bby @fairene for helping me out!enjoy! lemme know what you think!! big hugs and lots of love 💖

songs to set the mood: my love mine all mine by mitski, i know places by taylor swift, she will be loved by maroon 5, summertime sadness by lana del rey

warnings: 18+!! minors dni!! smut, fluff, angst, a bit of exhibitionism kinda, oral (fem receiving), fingering, p in v, established relationship, max being a dick, angry/feral!lando, girlboss!reader, hints of ownership kink? for like. a second, lando being wise (not canon lmao), swearing

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fairy lights drench the pool with light, a glow dancing over the still surface in ripples. you smile, hum with content as the warm evening air washes over your skin, leaning over the balcony to take in the sight of where you’ll be staying.

footsteps sound from behind you, the master bedroom, and you quickly feel two warm arms wrap around your waist, tan and thick. you lean into his touch, chest warming from the kisses peppered over your jugular.

“you like it?” lando breathes, nosing over your earlobe.

“it’s beautiful.” you whisper, turning your head to nuzzle against him. he seizes the opportunity to seal his lips over yours, kissing you soft and deep. you spin in his arms, clutching at his shirt to hold him close, the kiss intensifying, changing pace. just as he licks into your mouth, a sigh, so loud that it breaks the sound barrier, tears you both apart.

“so is that all you two do now, suck each others faces?” max rolls his eyes, his disapproval of your relationship one of the worlds worst kept secrets.

“yes, max. that’s all we do.” you mock, biting back at your older brother.

because of course you’re dating your brothers best friend. of course you are. life is funny like that.

lando stays silent, but you feel his hand on your waist tightening. max swallows hard.

“we ordered pizza, if you guys wanna come down.” max bulldozes through the awkwardness, offering an olive branch, and leaves.

“he is such a knob.” you mutter, shaking your head. lando strokes tentatively over your cheek, soothing you.

“he’s your big brother, baby. he’ll get over this.” lando coos reassuringly, and you choose the easy path of believing him.

you and max occupy opposite ends of the excessively large dining table when you join the rest of your friends.

the tension has been palpable between you and max since he caught you sneaking out of lando’s london flat one morning, the reason for your visit quite clear. you’d stood with your ear to the door when he’d stormed past you and entered the apartment, making you more than aware that your presence was unwanted when he quickly slammed the door behind him.

you’d endured the one-sided screaming match that followed, the accusations that lando must be playing with your feelings, that it would never work out, that it wasn’t fair at how exposed you’d be to the cruelty of his fan base, that he couldn’t believe how low lando would stoop to date his little fucking sister.

you wanted to understand, and really, you tried!but max hadn’t made it easy, constantly pushing your buttons and making needless digs at the both of you. lando convinced you that this holiday during the summer break would be healing; max would get to see how much lando cared for you, and everyone got much needed time to relax. so, with your friend group in tow, the three of you jetted off to the tiny spanish island.

surely, everything would be fine.

-

everything was not, in fact, fine.

you can smell it in the air, the tension building thick and heavy. everyone thought they were slick, waiting for lando to leave so they could corner you, and corner you, they did.

lando had kissed you sweetly by the sliding doors to the garden, popping his airpods in and shouting a quick: going on a run! to the rest of your holiday party. you’d sauntered carelessly to a lounger, bikini clad, sprawling out across the chair to tan and watch the who can do the best canon ball into the pool competition that has become a long running championship. but you can feel stares, feel the walls closing in, and you push your sunglasses up to rest over your hairline.

max and pietra are locked in on you, as are the rest of your friends.

“what?” you feel hot, embarrassed all of the sudden for no reason at all.

“so, it’s going well, then… with lando?” one of your girlfriends starts, but it sounds extra high pitched, awkward. your stomach sinks as you realise the pathetically choreographed dance about to take place.

“for fuck sake.” you mutter.

“she’s just asking!” max shoots back, as if he’s offended, as if you can’t see right through him.

“it’s going great.” you state, blunt as ever whenever your relationship is questioned.

“we just wanna make sure that this is right for you.” pietra says sympathetically, her eyes soft. you’ve known her long enough to know that even though her dickhead boyfriend is being callous, she genuinely cares.

“lando is right for me, you are all so full of shit! i don’t get what it is that you’re seeing.” you try and keep your voice level, even as your blood pressure begins to rise menacingly.

“it’s not so much what we see between you, it’s more about what he was like before.” tom jumps in.

ah, yes. the infamous hoe phase.

“because no one here ever fucked around.” you glare pointedly at your brother. he lowers his gaze.

“are we sure this isn’t just a… a fling?” pietra tries again, staying soft. her words still sting.

“yeah, i know him better than you do, and i-“ max’s voice cuts you like a thousand shards of glass and you body ignites with rage.

he knows him better? what does he know?

does he know that lando can’t sleep without telling you that he loves you? does he know that lando cried into you arms after his miami win? does he know that lando feels itchy if he doesn’t tell you that you’re beautiful at least eleven times an hour? does he know that you’re so crazy about his gorgeous, loving, infuriating best friend that you’re prepared to tell your brother where to go and to never come back?

“shut the fuck up, max. you know nothing! nothing about our relationship because you never gave us a chance. you don’t see how much i love him because every time you see us together, you’re hellbent on destroying our happiness.” you point angrily, standing from your chair. before you turn to the house, you leave them all with a parting message.

“and all of you will do very well to remember who paid to bring your bitter arses here. remember whose fucking house you’re in.” you lecture, watching as they all turn sheepish as they realise how ungrateful they sound.

“i don’t think i have anything to add.” you hear from behind you.

you jump, turning to see lando leaning against the door.

“shit, baby.” you breathe, rushing towards him, your skin crawling as you wonder how much he’s heard.

“forgot my phone.” he shrugs, smiling warmly at you. only at you. “now unless anyone has anything to add, i’m gonna take my very, very serious girlfriend upstairs.” he grins smugly.

the silence is so deafening that you couldn’t of even heard a pin drop if you’d tried.

you hold up your middle finger as he leads you away.

your bedroom door slams so hard that they must hear it outside. he’s tense, enraged at the disrespect that you’d endured, but he’s soft with you, pulling you into his rigid body. he relaxes into you, walking you further into the room.

“how much did you hear?” you whisper, clinging to him.

“oh, you know, just all of it.” he laughs bitterly, fingers sinking into your hips.

“they’re assholes.” you growl, threading your fingers through the curls at the nape of his neck, just the way he likes it.

“there is one good thing about it though.” lando hums, still guiding you deeper into the room. your back thuds softly against the sliding glass door, the one that leads to your balcony.

“what?” you breathe, suddenly extremely aware of his lower body.

“you’re so fucking sexy when you’re mad.” he smirks.

turns out, he didn’t steal you away to mope.

his lips crash against yours fiercely, teeth and tongue getting in on the action as he moves his mouth feverishly against your own. your neck tilts back, allowing him to swallow you whole, like his life depends on the feeling of you pressed against him. he trails kisses over your cheek, across your jaw, down your neck, two fingers grazing your ribcage. he snaps the tie of your bikini against your skin, stone cold aware of the lack of clothing adorning your body and he hums low from the back of his throat.

“they need to learn that you’re mine, that you’re always gonna be mine.” lando grunts, pulling away to slide the door open. he pushes you out onto the balcony, the one that overlooks the very pool that your friends and your brother are licking their wounds around.

“lando…” you gasp, weary of his overly adventurous attitude.

“maybe this will make them realise just how crazy you make me.” lando looks possessed, moving towards you like a wild animal engulfing its prey.

he cages you in against the wall, pulling one leg over his hip to spread you open, his fingers travelling to the flimsy tie of your bikini bottoms. you’re already soaked, embarrassingly so, really, but there’s just something about those gorgeous, haunted eyes. lando let’s the bottoms fall to the floor, kicking them away impatiently as he quickly finds home between your legs.

“think anyone else can get you this wet?” lando asks, eyes rolling back as he finds your slick folds. your jaw drops, already boneless at the feel of him. “answer me, baby. nice ‘n loud for me.” he demands.

“no, lan.” you whine, bucking your hips into his hand. he’s teasing, stroking lightly over your folds and your sensitive bud.

“and can anyone else make you feel this good? i mean, baby, i’ve barely touched you and you’re shaking.” lando’s teeth catch his bottom lip, his eyes glazing over as he watches you.

“lando, please.” you mutter, grinding down on his hand. you need more of him. he grins, flashing his teeth with pride as he renders you desperate.

“my pretty girl fucking my hand, god, you’re so perfect.” lando praises, earning a moan from your kiss-swollen lips. “bet they can hear how soaked you are, baby.”

you flush red, shame and embarrassment blurring the pleasure and you press a tense hand to your mouth, trying to silence the waterfall of whines.

“don’t you fucking dare.” he warns, sliding his fingers deep into your pussy. he gives you no time to adjust, curling them upwards and rocking his whole hand against you. his palm bumps against your clit and you writhe against the wall.

there’s no point covering your mouth, there is no hiding what’s happening. you let him have you how he wants you, a consolation for him having to hear his friends badmouth him, and he takes every liberty, mouthing at your covered tits, lapping over your peaked nipples. you cry out, weak as he manipulates your body closer to an orgasm, your wetness trickling down his wrist.

“so good to me, baby, only you, lando.” you choke, your voice echoing between the stone walls.

“that’s it, honey, make a mess for me. let ‘em hear you pretty girl.” he encourages, talking you straight into your first orgasm.

you tremble, gushing all over his hand as you cum, droplets splattering all over the paved floor. lando’s eyes turn black, mouth hanging open as he watches you fall apart, riding you through it.

lando let’s you cool down, propping you carefully against the wall, and leaning over the balcony. funnily enough, max is long gone, but the rest of them sit in stunned silence. he can’t help himself, driven mad by your quivering body and their cruel jabs, choosing whatever the opposite of the high road is. he reaches into his pocket, finding his credit card.

“get out of the villa that i paid for so i can fuck my girlfriend anywhere she wants.” he shouts, watching the way their necks snap up to look at him, revelling in their reddened faces that are not just flushed from the sun. “take this. have dinner. just fuck off.” he frisbees his card at tom, - rather carelessly really, considering just how much there was to lose on that little black square - and he revels in the way it lands square against his forehead.

they all stand up and scurry away, as few faint sorry’s! carrying through the air towards the couple on the balcony, but lando has more important business to attend to.

he scoops you up into his arms, grinning at your coy smile and your drooping eyes. he carries you to bed, planting you in the middle of the mattress.

“not done with you yet, baby, open those eyes for me.” lando coos, crawling over you, his shirt and workout shorts flung to the other side of the room. he feels delicious against you, caging you in beneath him.

“want you, lan.” you plead, a desperate smile on your face as you keen, stretching against the mattress like a cat.

“you’ll have me, baby. always gonna have me.” he smiles, eyes finding yours. “i love you.”

“love you so much.” you whisper, pulling him flush against you. “no matter what.” you affirm. he needed to hear that, it seems, his eyes sparkling with something else, other than the sheen of lust.

he kisses you, firm and wanting, his fingertips sliding up over your arms, leaving prickles of lightning and goosebumps in their wake. one of his hands interlocks with yours, twining together above your head, his body stretching languidly over yours. you can feel him, hard and throbbing between your legs, teetering on the knife edge of self control.

“take me, lando. have me how you want me. ‘m yours.” you croon, disguising a helpless whine as you arch your body into his. you’re squirming for it, to feel him sink deep and claim you his.

that seems to usher him along, and he drags his cock through your folds with a slow roll of his hips, the head catching your sodden entrance. you hiss, the intrusion not even nearly enough, but the sensation overwhelming you nonetheless. he slides into you carefully, stilling when his hips hit flush against yours. you do not want careful.

“fuck me.” you groan wetly, hot breath fanning his face as your mouth instinctively fills with saliva. you’re close to drooling for him.

“beg.” he snaps, jaw tight as he battles his natural instinct to utterly ravage you. “beg me to show you that i own you.”

your legs quiver, pussy clenching around him and he cannot help but buck his hips and suppress a whine. he styles it out, tantalisingly slow as he rolls his hips, grinding against your pleasure point, your slick walls. blood rushes in your ears, your body feral with need. you can’t even tease, disobey him for the fun of it, not when he’s wound you up so delectably. your body keens for him, hums with the sparks, a live wire.

“don’t wanna be able to walk when you’re done,” you slur, beginning to ramble. “want to feel you so deep that i’m ruined. ‘m yours, lando. have me.” you plead.

pleasure shoots through him, then, rapid and unwavering. he’s unforgiving as he rails into you, immediately stoking the fire in your belly. all of his body weight is on you, sweaty skin sticking and slapping as his hipbones bruise into yours.

“is that how you want it, huh, baby?” he manages to growl, scooping up your wrists in one big paw, his other hand working down the planes and curves of your body. he finds the triangles of your bikini top, hastily tearing them down just enough so that your tits spill out. all for him. all his. “look at this perfect fucking body,” his breathe hitches, awestruck. “is it all mine?”

you cry out, nodding shamelessly as he ghosts his fingers around the swell of your nipple, switching to the other when he’s satisfied with the peak. he alternates between them, twisting and tugging, barely there and all too hard. you can only plead his name and tighten around his cock.

once he’s overstimulated your chest, he works his fingers further down your body, stopping now and then to dig into your flesh, appreciating the soft feeling of your skin under his calloused hands.

“and this hot, little cunt… is this mine, too?” lando breathes, right against the shell of your ear. his thumb presses hard against your thrumming clit, smearing your slick over the bud. “to play with? is it baby?”

“god, yes.” you manage to bellow, the strained words tearing over your vocal chords.

“yes, what?” lando snaps, slapping lightly over the bundle of nerves.

“it’s yours!” you sob, choking on your own voice.

“to…?” lando coaxes, a smirk tugging at his swollen lips as he looks at you expectantly.

“to play with.” you stutter, cheeks tinged hot with embarrassment that seeps down your neck and between your sweat-dampened bodies.

“that’s my good girl. my pretty, pretty girl.” he mutters, more to himself than to you.

“‘m so close.” you breathe, writhing up the mattress, his body atop your inescapable. he toys with your clit, pinching the electrified nerves, watching how you buck your hips and leak onto the mattress. he’s covered in you, his belly glistening in the sunlight that washes over you, sealing you forever in this golden, sparkling moment.

“want me to cum all over your tummy, baby? mark you mine?” lando gasps, driving into you with one goal in mind. he has to get you there, wants to be painted in the remnants of your pleasure and hung up in every art museum in the world. if only he wasn’t so selfish, yearning to keep this stunning sight to himself for the rest of his life.

“n-no,” you pause, your jaw going slack for a moment as he circles your clit just right, grinds his hips so deep. “inside me.” you beg.

“fill me up.”

his vision blurs.

lando just about folds you in half, carnal desire surging through his veins. the hand keeping yours suspended over your head falls away, finding your navel where he applied a brutal, sweet pressure that leaves you blind and wailing. his other fingers busy themselves sinking into the meat of your thigh, dragging you backwards and forwards on his throbbing length.

your body goes limp, tears of pleasure trailing wetly down your face as your orgasm hits you, and lando can’t help but bury himself as deep as he can go. the rutting of his hips and the messy rub of his whole hand against your clit leaves you awestruck, sobbing into the air of the room. you’re covering him in waves, shivering as you grow overstimulated but you can’t help but chase the high. your violent quivers and dripping cunt make him whine, high pitched and divine, and he drops onto you, filling you up. he can’t seem to stop, painting you white from the inside out, watching the way it drips out of you, coating the base of his cock.

this can’t be over yet, he decides. he needs to hear you scream.

“lemme help you with that.” he mumbles, slinking down your body, eyes fixed solely on where you were joined together.

you don’t even get a chance to mourn the loss of him buried inside of you, no. you’re too busy pushing at his curls, pleading that he lets up, but he can’t. it’s not that he won’t, it’s that he quite simply can’t.

his tongue runs up the seam of your pussy, lapping over the mixture you’ve made and you can’t do anything but cry and thrash, white hot with pleasure and pain. its so good that it hurts, and you give in, knowing that he isn’t going to stop unless you say the magic words. lord knows, you won’t. lando knows you won’t.

it’s torturous, really, the way he sucks your clit into his mouth, drags his tongue over his mess and slips it right into your entrance. he swirls and sucks and nips and tugs. it’s like he’s turned a faucet on, watching hazily as you drip and drip, more of you and him seeping onto his tongue. he’s insatiable as he licks you clean, unable to resist luring you into a third orgasm.

and when it hits, god, does it hit.

the scream he pulls from your body is deafening, makes him shake with the intensity of it, the vibrations rippling through your body and ricocheting off of his. you relax limply into the mattress, urgently needing a break. you watch through hooded eyes as he slurps anything left of you from his reddened lips, your thighs clenching unconsciously. he just chuckles, flopping down beside you.

“tired, baby?” lando teases, stroking over your rapidly rising and falling ribs.

“just a tad.” you deadpan, unable to hold back the giggles as serotonin soothes you.

“oh, sweetheart. i’m not even nearly done with you yet.” lando grins toothily, deviously.

something he said about fucking you ‘anywhere’ you wanted dawns on you and your eyes widen.

-

anywhere really did mean anywhere.

he’d had to carry you to the shower when you were finally done, holding you close under the spray. you were lost to the memory of him pushing you into the sideboard in the hallway, laying you flat across the kitchen counter, eating you like dessert on the very same sun lounger that you’d been perched on when this whole marathon commenced.

you’re utterly spent, eyelids sagging when he finally sets you down on the sofa, playing on his phone while you fall asleep watching the office.

you’re curled up in lando’s lap, legs hanging over the end of the sofa when max finds you. hair still wet from the much needed shower and fast asleep in his best friends arms. he actively chooses to quell the disgusted curl of his lips. you look so peaceful, safe. his plans to throttle lando for his earlier stint subside.

“call me a wankstain on society later, if you want, but please don’t wake her up.” lando speaks with a hushed tone, not even gracing max with eye contact, his eyes remaining on the candies he’d been crushing before the other fewtrell turned up.

“i- no, i wasn’t gonna call you that. i did, however, consider driving that very nice, very vintage lambo you hired off a cliff.” max mutters. lando scoffs a laugh.

“you would have paid for it.” he still doesn’t look up from the phone. max eyes the way lando strokes your side, in time with the crests and falls of your breath. it’s tender, intimate.

max considers that there’s a strong possibility he was wrong.

“mate, listen-“

“nope. she’s your baby sister, i get it. i get it. you can hate me for it, but you crossed a line going after her like that.” lando finally looks up at max, glowering sternly.

“i’m gonna talk to her.” max bows his head, as if he’s ashamed of himself and lando softens slightly.

“you should, mate. she wants your support, your approval means everything.” lando says. “look, i love her. i really do. and while you were accusing me of trying to ruin her life, you were crushing her.” lando sighs, his voice wavering with a hint of pain. max meets his gaze.

“for the record, i don’t think anyone will ever be good enough for my little sister, but you come pretty fucking close.” max relents, pushing his pride aside, finally. lando smiles, small and knowing.

“i just wanna make her happy.” he shrugs, a look of hopeless romance, utter devotion and pure happiness radiating off of him in waves as he gazes down at your frame. something in max’s belly snaps, the apprehension dissolving to mush. he had gotten this all wrong.

“you do.” he hums, watching how you curl further into lando as you stir in your sleep, the drivers fingers delicately combing your hair away from your face. “but,” max quips.

lando grimaces, bracing himself.

“if you ever, ever, pull something like that again,” max shivers with disgust at the insinuation. “i will remove your bollocks and make you watch me crash the miura.” max swears, pointing a finger of warning.

“seems like everyone’s come to their senses, no more… pranks from me.” lando holds his free hand up in mock surrender.

“have you two kissed and made up yet?” you murmur, stretching out in lando’s arms. you rub sleep from your eyes, sitting up and leaning into your boyfriends solid frame, resting against him as your eyes flit to your brother.

“we’re good. ‘m, uh, sorry.” max nods, attempting to be heartfelt. lando chokes on a laugh as it falls flat.

“you’re “uh, sorry”?” you deadpan, crossing your arms over your chest.

“i’m really sorry.” max tries again, and you grin cheekily at your brother, watching as his shoulders release the tension they’ve been carrying all afternoon. he turns to leave, halfway to the door when you call out to him.

“hey, max?”

“yeah, lovely?” your chest warms at the sweet nickname. you’d forgotten the last time he’d called you that.

“wash your sheets.” your eyes blaze with amusement and you hear lando’s sharp inhale of breath, shocked that you’d gone there.

“you didn’t- my god, you did not-“ max splutters, his face almost green with nausea.

“you’ll never know for sure.” you grin. you think he’s going to faint.

serves the bastard right.

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So do you think all the Liverpool players should live right next to Anfield? Most of them live in Formby, which isn't that much closer than Manchester

No. It was a genuine question. I know nothing about Liverpool and I am curious how things happen? I came across Dominik's interview and it got me thinking. I thought he lived in Liverpool idk?

No need to be rude, obviously you know much more than me.

he got a haircut and he trimmed his beard y'all..I am SPEECHLESS 😼😼 he looks so good lord have mercy

y'all I'm genuinely curious why did Ruben started following AGAIN the fling he had like a year ago???!?!??!….you know who I'm talking about…………ginevra festa

Domestic Lando is everything!!!!!!!! You absolute queen, I love you ❤️❤️❤️

Living With A Woman - LN

Summary: Lando and y/n finds themselves adapting to the on-sexy parts of living together that they didn't realised came with this new chapter in their lives. But here they are and Lando may or may not love it all the more discovering all the things girls do that men aren't aware of till they're living together.

No part 2 requests please

Moving into together was really decided at a right time. They both felt it. But y/n didn't realise the pressure she'd put on herself. It's not as if she's been a pristine, perfect glamorous girlfriend with Lando 100% of the time. But there's something about him seeing the behind the scenes that's making her internal freak out.

Like the panic of him seeing her shave down there is not something she's eager for and with him spending the first few days insisting he jump in the shower to take advantage of the fact he can always do that means she's not had the chance to shave and while he insists hair is no problem, she still wants to shave but just not have an audience for it.

"Baby?" Lando calls out making her grimace as she tries another attempt at an everything shower. She would wait till he's out but he seems to sense it.

She'll have to find a placed to get waxed rather than trying for shaving maintenance.

"Are you going in the shower?" Lando asks making her turn and smile awkwardly. "Why do you look like you're in pain?"

"I just...I need to shave." Y/n states trying the honest route.

"That's ok." Lando smiles pulling his shirt off.

"No. I need to like shave my whole body-everywhere." Y/n tries again before she sighs a little. "It's not exactly an audience activity."

"What do you mean?" Lando questions in confusion making her sigh.

"Just shaving everywhere isn't really attractive...some positions required don't even feel that comfortable never mind look that amazing." Y/n states earning an amused expression. "Lando..."

"I'm sorry, I just...it's funny that you think shaving is going to be unattractive with us living together." Lando comments earning a sigh. "Can I at least sit in the bathroom so I can see what you mean just this one time?"

"Yeah, ok...never done this with someone watching."

"You know, I could-"

"Not a chance."

"Ok." Lando smiles then kissing her. "Come on then. Let's go do your-what did you call it? An everywhere shower?"

"An everything shower." Y/n corrects making him nod quickly then gesturing for her to go ahead.

Lando ends up acting as DJ for the shower, but he does watch with piqued interest and eventually he's pretty damn impressed. The length of the shower and the amount of physical exertion involved was not what he expected at all.

If she hadn't just showered, he'd think that she'd have to be sweaty and she definitely needs to rehydrate and eat.

"Baby, that was a full body work out." Lando states as he wraps the towel around her.

"All in a day's work." Y/n smiles earning a small laugh before he leans forward kissing her.

"For the record, that was impressive. Not unattractive...maybe a little funny but I think I'd have to throw some shapes if I was trying to shave that amount of body...you literally shaves like 50% of your body." Lando comments earning a hum and nod. "How often do you do that?"

"More often than I have since moving in. I didn't realise you'd find it so intriguing."

"Honestly, you amaze me baby." Lando shrugs watching her look at him uncertain of being sure that he's genuine or not. "Let's get you all dried off."

-

Lando knew that y/n had stolen a few wardrobe items before moving in, but now they're sharing space full time. He's discovered that now not only do they share space but they share clothes. Or more so they share his clothes.

"Is that mine?" Lando asks after having spent 20 minutes waiting or her to finish getting ready, a short amount of time given she's not putting on make up today because she doesn't feel up to it since they're just going out for him to play golf with Carlos. "Sorry, is that ours from the side of the closet that used to just be mine?"

Y/n smiles rolling her eyes a little at his comment then shrugging it off and offering it out to him.

"Alright, I can put on-"

"Stop playing." Lando laughs wrangling her back into the jacket. "I just like teasing you."

"I know...I'm just teasing you." Y/n smirks before she moves and kisses him softly. "I love you..."

"I love you too." Lando smiles kissing her softly. "Are you sure you want to come with me if you're going to get cold?"

"Yeah, I like being your caddy." Y/n shrugs earning a hum before she smiles brightly at him. "Lets go then-do you not need a jacket?"

"I-"

"You need a jacket. That wasn't really a question." Y/n cuts in earning a small laugh and salute.

"Have I ever told you that you're so bossy?" Lando questions grabbing his keys.

"Don't get cheeky now I've moved in. I can still force you on the couch for the night."

"A new privilege to abuse." Lando hums not actually mad because while he has no intentions to land himself on the couch, he does kind of love the idea of y/n trying for it. He'd definitely find a way to soften her to let him back in the bed and make it up to her for whatever he'd done wrong. "Come on then, I need my good luck caddy with me."

-

Lando is really trying to contain his laughter, because y/n getting black out drunk was really no on the agenda. Then Max and her had a bet and suddenly she was forced to drink a rainbow of shots.

The decision to leave was made when she started crying because she fell on the way back from the toilet and twisted her ankle.

Safe to say, she's a bit of a mess and they don't need to get a fine for being drunk and disorderly by Monaco authorities. Even if it's bordering on that already.

"Alright princess." Lando states as himself and Max carry her into his apartment since Max insisting on helping get her home due to this being entirely his fault.

Y/n really looks a mess, mascara has stained her cheeks and she's admittedly a little snotty from crying.

"Thanks mate. I've got it from here...although remind me not to let her take your bets again." Lando sighs while Max nods.

"I'll leave you to it." Max smiles apologetically before heading out since Kelly is waiting for him.

Lando sighs turning around to look at his drunk girlfriend who has sat ungracefully on the floor bent over inspecting her ankle like she can see anything clearly. She can hardly keep her eyes straight so it's safe to say she can't see anything better up close.

"Baby." Lando states catching her attention making her whip back up and smash her head off the wall behind her.

"Ow." Y/n hiccups rubbing her head while Lando scoops her up. "I'm sorry."

"No, don't be sorry. This is Max's fault." Lando states trying hard to hide his grimace as she sniffles harshly. "Can I have a look at your ankle?"

Y/n nods as Lando sighs looking at her and fuck does he hope she's not broken it because it looks pretty bruised already. But getting her to the hospital at this time and in this state is going to be painful.

"How about, we clean you up, get some ice on your ankle and get you to bed? We might need to see the doctor in the morning." Preferably when we're both sober.

"Yeah."

"Ok. I'm going to pick you up, ok?"

It's not exactly his brightest idea because he isn't sober at all but trying to get y/n back on her feet isn't going to work.

Lando isn't quite that good at keeping his poker face as he washes her face for her.

"You look disgusted." Y/n whispers making him frown.

"No I'm just focusing." He states as he rubs the cleanser around her face. too clean off the smudged make up and tears. "I just want to make sure you're taken care of baby...and I've never seen you this drunk." Hiding his laugh is hard about the fact this is easily the drunkest he's ever seen her.

It's also the messiest he's ever seen her and his girlfriend has had her moments of being a bit of a slob, but this is easily the worst state she's been in.

"Lando, I need to pee." Y/n states making Lando look at her because that was clearly a request for help.

"I got you baby, just hold it a second I need to whip to soap off." Lando mumbles trying to be quick about it since he knows she broke the seal in the club and he can't waste time.

He lifts her laughing a little as he pulls down her underwear before sitting her on the seat.

"This is a new low." Y/n groans leaning forward to hide her face in Lando's stomach while he stands in front of her smiling and patting her head. "You should dump me."

"Why would I do that when you've just made me love you more?" Lando smiles gently rubbing his hand on top of her head. "You done?"

"Yeah."

Eventually Lando gets y/n onto the bed, both of them opting to just sleep naked though Lando grabs some ice to put on her ankle which is looking a little swollen. He's definitely taking her to a doctor in the morning.

"You go to sleep." Lando whispers noticing her fight the urge to close her eyes.

"I can't sleep with ice on." Y/n whispers looking down at her ankle.

"I'll stay awake, you can go to sleep. I'll make sure it doesn't stay on your ankle too long." Lando promises softly leaning over and kissing her softly.

"Ok...I love you."

"I love you too." Lando smiles placing a hand on her tummy and gently rubbing the skin to comfort her as best he can. He's certain if she wasn't so drunk she'd be in a lot more pain but the alcohol is making for a great pain relief.

"I promise I'm not always this bad." Y/n mumbles already drifting.

"It's ok, don't worry about it."

Honestly, y/n could be this drunk every night out and Lando thinks he'd be soft with her and feel the protective instinct he felt the moment he saw her limping back from the toilets with Kelly. It only cemented his feelings but admittedly he never imagined her being maybe just a little bit of a gross mess as a result.

He almost hopes for more nights like tonight. It's just further proof moving in together is really giving the best experiences he could've asked for. Even if breaking her ankle is slightly unhinged.

Her friends before they moved in together actually warned him about her slightly more feral nights out with the girls and he maybe should've been more prepared for it but he's definitely not making any regret rise up. He has a feeling this isn't the last night out he'll be cleaning up from, and maybe he won't even be in attendance for the next one but he'll be there to clean her up.

Though he absolutely will be holding this over her head as a fun story to inform others of. Especially when they ask about the cast she'll no doubt be wearing for the next few weeks at least.

He sighs eventually taking the ice off her ankle and lying back on top of her, hoping to prevent her from moving around in her sleep and knocking her ankle or getting tangled in the sheets and making it worse.

-

Y/n grumbles looking down at the black boot she has to wear for 8 weeks. 6 weeks if she's lucky with a check up and it's healed quickly.

Since she can't instantly fix that. Y/n is focusing on other things about her appearance and of course it's during her chin hair inspection that Lando appears frowning in confusion at her.

"What are you doing?"

"I-What are you doing? You're supposed to be packing for the weekend." Y/n frowns not particularly eager to inform Lando of the 3 chin hairs she has to regularly remove from her face because for some reason she hit adulthood and her body decided peach fuzz was not enough.

"You're dodging my question." Lando hums having caught onto the fact that there's certain things y/n finds unattractive about herself and tries the most to avoid him knowing what it is.

In fact it's only created missions for Lando to find out everything that y/n might try to hide from him just because she thinks it'd be some sort of turn off.

"What are you doing?" Lando asks jumping up onto the counter next to the sink making her narrow her eyes. "I won't drop it, you know I won't."

"I know...you're too annoying." Y/n grumbles then sighing. "I have a few hairs that I have to pluck from my chin because they're thick and dark and they don't look nice."

"Is that your way of telling me you're a man?" Lando jokes then laughing when she pinching his thigh for it. "Ok ok. Not funny...Can I help? I think I'm the professional when it comes to chin hair. Especially since you and my fans take joy in bullying me for it."

"I don't bully you, I just prefer you clean shaven."

"Stop trying to change subject. Can I do it?" Lando smiles making her flick her gaze down to the tweezers in her hand before she hands it to him and stands in front of them. "Guidance or am I finding them on my own?"

"I don't know how you can miss them." Y/n murmurs as he tips her chin up for better lighting.

"I don't see anything."

"Liar." Y/n mumbles making him roll his eyes before she pokes at three spots which she has memorised because it's always the same three hairs growing back in the same three places.

"I-Jesus baby, how do you even spend long enough looking at your skin to spot them. I spend hours staring at you and don't see them." Lando states narrowing his gaze as he spots them but it was definitely overdramatised. At least in his opinion. "So is this just you or a universal experience for women?"

"Universal for the most post."

"Does it not hurt?" Lando frowns as he plucks the second hair then starts trying to refind the third which she quickly points at.

"I have a broken ankle but you think plucking one hair from my face is going to hurt?"

"Touché." Lando mumbles then plucking the last one out. "Hairless again."

"Thanks...and you've weaselled another secret out of me."

"I'll eventually get them all." Lando grins leaning forward and kissing her softly. "Ok, we really do need to pack for the weekend."

damn. didn't know i need this to happen irl. AND that bicep is looking real biteable whoah

Shower | Lando Norris Imagine

Rating / genre: M (18+); smut, fluff

Pairings: Reader x Lando Norris

Summary: Y/N and Lando have soft shower sex.

Warnings: Explicit smut, explicit talk, oral (m receiving), unprotected vaginal penetration (don’t do it!!! stay safe!), hair grabbing, swallowing, use of pet names

AN: domestic Lando, because I'm a sucker for domesticity <3. also..not me and yet another shower sex fic. also pt.2..am I back? I don't know, just wanted to write about Lando. enjoy x

Word Count: 2 517 words

This is a work of fiction. The story, names, characters and incidents either are product or the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

You had it coming for a while, you knew it in the back of your mind. And it’s not like you weren’t looking forward to it, but just that the urges, that were slowly growing stronger for Lando, inside of you took a backseat as real world deadlines threatened to overcome you.

Lando had been staying home a lot more than usual, and found himself with a rare two-week break between races, a welcome pause in the relentless pace of the Formula 1 calendar. After months of high-pressure performances and grueling travel schedules, the weariness has started to catch up with him, coupled with the need to be with you and make up for the lost time, due to his hectic schedule, caused him to not want to leave the house. 

Coming back from work every evening, you were greeted with the sight of him whipping up something simple but delicious for you to feast on, his eyes getting all crinkled up as a smile covered his face whenever he heard you yell “I'm home!”. He was playing the part of a perfect boyfriend to the T and you really couldn’t have been more thankful for everything that he was doing for you, even though you couldn’t always say it out loud. 

But behind his loving exterior was something he wasn’t really telling you, for fear of coming across as selfish when he could clearly see the amount of stress you were already in. You weren’t blind though and just like him, you too could see that he was in need of some affection and some attention, was in need of someone telling him he did well on the circuit and was still doing well at home, and you also knew you were that someone. 

You could feel it in his touch, lingering just a second longer than necessary, his fingers dipping under the hem of your shirt to rest against your skin. You could feel it in his kisses, turning hot and fervent despite starting out as soft and gentle. You knew he needed it and you knew he wasn’t going to be explicit enough and say it out loud nor was he going to pressure you into doing something you didn’t have the energy to do. 

Yet upon hearing the slow pitter-patter of water as you came back home, you had found your feet leading you towards the bathroom, your heart picking up its pace at the thought of Lando taking a shower. The bathroom door unlocked as always, his steamy silhouette could be seen through the glass wall. You couldn’t tell what came over you in that moment, but before you could stop yourself, your hands were moving on their own, getting rid of your clothing piece by piece, until you were naked. 

Your hand came resting against the glass as you peeked inside, taking in the sight in front of you. Lando looks gorgeous, the water trickling down his body and hugging him at all the right places, his shoulders and hipbones, making you want to lick the wetness away. The sight alone is enough to make you press your legs closer together, a need growing inside of you as you take your time admiring the beauty that is your boyfriend. 

Lando had his head under the water, his wet curls sticking to his forehead and the side of his face, his mouth slightly parted to let the warm water hit his tongue as he was lost in thought. And to say that he was beyond surprised when he opened his eyes and found you on the other side of the glass, naked and looking nothing but breathtaking to him, would be an understatement. A groan escapes his lips under his breath as he stares at you, his eyes trailing down, taking in your completely naked body and swallowing thickly, a hunger rising in him, just looking at you.

That is, until a voice snaps you out of your thoughts, your eyes meeting Lando’s as he calls you out. 

“Baby?” He murmurs, his voice sounding low as the water still hitting his face causes his words to come out muffled, but you could still hear that his tone was filled with need and anticipation. His left hand moves from where it was against the wall to press against the glass, his eyes meeting yours. There’s a silent conversation happening between you within just that moment, his eyes full of want, making his desire for you clear.

"I'm home" you say in a soft murmur.

“Yeah I can see that..” Lando mutters, his eyes still glued to you through the glass, his mouth going dry as his eyes rake you up and down, taking in every inch of you as if it was the first time he was seeing you like that. He was trying to focus hard on not letting his eyes linger between your legs, because the thought of it already has his brain short circuit.

“You want to join me in here?” He questions, his fingers tapping the glass lightly, giving a small smirk.

Lando can’t fight the grin that appears on his face as you nod, his mind already racing over what the two of you would do. He grabs the shower glass and pushes it open, his arms spreading out towards you as a silent invitation for you to come inside. He can’t wait to touch you again, to feel your skin against his, to hear your soft moans, but even amidst all of that he still has a tiny voice inside his head reminding him that you’re probably tired.

Lando closes the glass door back when you make your way inside, and all it takes is a couple of seconds for him to pull you into his chest against his wet, warm body, his strong arms wrapping around you gently. He lets out a sigh, his shoulders slumping slightly as he buries his face into your neck, the stress melting away from him just from having you close. His hands move up and down against your wet back, the water trickling between you.

He can tell what you’re planning and while it is something he’s been craving all these past days or weeks, now that you were right in front of him, he feels as if just having you so close to him is enough. And so he decides to show you, placing the softest of kisses to your crown as his grip tightens around your waist, the sensation making you lift your head up from his chest, a smile on your face. 

“You are so beautiful.” Lando whispers and that’s all you need to lose your footing. 

Before either of you can realize, your lips are moving in sync with his, a rhythm both familiar and new, being set up as you dance around your desires. You don’t know who started it, but it’s not like it matters anyway. All you can think of in that moment is the way his tongue explores every inch of your mouth, his teeth digging into your bottom lip as you get lost in the love only he can give you. And it’s the same for Lando, his senses getting overwhelmed as he finds himself getting high on you, on the way you make him feel. You’re all he could ever want and more, and every time you touch him, it feels like you’re reminding him of the reason he’s alive. 

So he takes it in his stride, finally letting go of his fears and his worries, completely losing himself in you, in the love he feels for you. His hands roam all over your water-covered body, from your cheeks to your neck to your breasts and hips, and he takes his sweet time caressing and feeling every single one of them, just like you do too, your own hands lying pressed flat against his toned body. You touch him everywhere, letting your focus shift from his hair to his biceps to the round cheeks of his ass, and as you do so, you also find yourself pulling away from his lips, kissing down his body, crouching lower and lower till you’re on your knees in front of him. 

The sight makes something turn on inside of Lando’s brain, his hands making their way to your cheeks again. But this time, he’s just a little more assertive, pulling you closer to his crotch, because he can tell you already have eyes for his cock. 

“Want a taste?” he asks, his voice hoarse already and a lazy smirk playing on his lips. You can only nod at that, biting your lip as you lean in, placing a kiss to his tip. And from the sigh that escapes from Lando’s mouth at the small gesture, you know it’s just like the first time for him, over and over again. 

“Then suck on it, baby.” his voice calls out again, pulling you out of your thoughts. 

With that, your hands are quick to get wrapped around his shaft as you take him into your mouth, making him throw his head back in the slightest of pleasure. As your tongue begins to roll around his head, you make sure to savor the heavenly taste of his finest delicacy, your teeth grazing against his flesh as you decide to make up for the time and the rounds you’ve lost out on. 

His tip was already leaking, his body eagerly reacting to your touch, the anticipation building within him. He swallowed, his words caught in his throat, all he could do was let out a groan in response. His hips instinctively moved forward, pushing his cock further into your mouth, his body seeking more pleasure, more of you. He was powerless to the sensations coursing through him, every swipe of your tongue sending a jolt of pleasure through him.

"More," he found himself whispering, his voice rough "I want you to swirl your tongue around the tip, take it into your mouth, then-" he whispered, his eyes flicking down to you, the intensity in his gaze burning with need "Push your tongue into the slit, please.” 

Lando's body tensed, a low groan escaping him as you did as he asked, his eyes falling shut, his face flushed, his jaw clenched in an effort to hold back.

"Good girl," he groaned, his words husky, his voice filled with appreciation and a hint of dominance. 

Lando's eyes fluttered shut, a low moan escaping him as your free hand found his balls. His body tensed, his fingers gripping your hair a little tighter, his hips instinctively pushing forward in a shallow thrust.

"That's right," he growled, his voice filled with need, his words a husky rasp as he tried to control himself, his body trembling. 

As you pick up the pace, your surroundings fade away, the sound of the water acting as background music while you continue to give head to Lando, enjoying the effect you have on him. His hands guide you along, resting at your head, as your own take to worship his cock, your cheeks hollowed out to the max. Maybe it’s the lack of touch that he’s been forced to go through for the past weeks, or maybe it’s the way you seem so determined on bringing him to his knees, but Lando can’t seem to control the urge to cum right then and there, his body involuntarily thrusting his dick right down your throat and making you choke. 

“Go faster, please.” he groans, pretty sounds emanating from deep inside his chest as you oblige, going faster and harder as you begin deepthroating him. Countdown from ten in your head and that’s all you need to have him lose it, his seed seeping into your mouth as you lap every bit up. He tastes just as you remember or maybe even better because it’s been so long. As the last drops trickle down your throat, you let out a sigh of satisfaction, licking your lips before gripping his thighs to pull yourself back up. 

Your eyes meet his and you don’t miss the way he smiles at you, and you can’t help but ask, “Was I good?” and make him chuckle at your cuteness. 

“Incredible as always, love.” Lando says, leaning in to catch your lips in another kiss, his body weight pushing you flat against the glass wall. Maybe it’s you imagining things, but he somehow tastes even sweeter now, the aftertaste of his cum still fresh on your tongue as you make out with him once more. Parting your mouth open with his own tongue, he doesn’t leave a single spot untouched as his cock prods around your heat, silently seeking entrance. 

And you’re only too keen on granting him that, a whimper making its way out of you as you wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him closer than closer. 

“I n- need you..” you whine, kissing him harder as you feel yourself grow more needy by the second. Lucky for you though, your boyfriend is a great listener, listening to your demand as he thrusts himself into you, penetrating into your pussy at long last. He feels so delicious like that, moving in and out of you as your thighs squeeze around his, your walls tightening around his length as he fills you up with himself. 

You’re a moaning, struggling mess within seconds, the water making everything foggy and slippery as he continues to thrust in you, massaging all the right places you didn’t even know existed inside of you up until you started dating. Every move of his hips, as they roll against yours, sends you into a frenzy, gibberish rolling off your tongue as he starts speeding up more and more. Your bodies mold into one as you claw at each other’s skin, wanting to be as close to the other as possible. You’re in bliss at that moment, the pent up stress from work and the sexual frustration finally coming to the fore and bursting like a bubble as you make love. 

He cums first, his cock still sensitive from your lip-service as his load fills you up to the brim, his thrusts not stopping as he leads you to your own orgasm. It feels like an eternity and like a single second at the same time, your sense of being completely distorted as you focus only on the pleasure, your nails digging into the skin of his back as he pumps into you one last time, making you ride out your climax in style and leaving you panting for air. 

As a new slew of moans racks through your body, he vows to drown them out in a kiss with his hands holding you in place. When he pulls away, the expression on his face is the most lovesick one you’ve ever seen. 

“Thank you.” is all he says, but it’s enough to fill your heart up with warmth as he pulls away, ready to dry you up and lead you to the bed for another round.

✨manifesting for jack to trim his beard like this✨ cuz honey what he has going on rn is NOT cute but I still love him tho xoxo

Spit - LN

@ln4lova prompt request #21 - *Holding hand out* "Spit."

Summary: Smut with a plot

Word count: 1.1k

Y/n has shamelessly labelled Lando the best she's ever had and she has even shared some post-sex selfies, obviously keeping it PG but she never hides the fact they have a great sex life and Lando never hides how he struggles to keep his hands off of her.

They struggle a lot being away from each other. So y/n only misses maybe two races a year and even then they are feral when they reunite.

Safe to say sex is a pillar of their relationship and they both view it as significantly important.

"Spit." Lando commands with his hand held out as y/n sits kneeling on their bed, having just woken up from him returning home after a weekend away. "Hey, don't make me ask twice."

Y/n spits quite a glob onto his fingers making him raise his eyebrow in question of his silent attitude since he knows she's not impressed by his attitude either.

"Lie back." Lando instructs making her shift and drop back knowing that she isn't impressed by his entrance of waking her up and demanding sex from her but she isn't opposed to it.

She feels him spread her own spit across her pussy, sliding his fingers into her moving them in an out of her while y/n groans from the feeling.

"Lando." Y/n hums in pleasure feeling herself growing wet from the feeling of his spit covered fingers thrusting in and out of her giving her some warm up before he dives in. "I missed you."

"I missed you too, baby." Lando smiles as he slowly gets down, pressing his lips to her inner thigh, teeth nipping her skin which leaves her whining press her thighs closer together instinctually only for his free hand to push her thigh away again.

It's not long before Lando's mouth has joined to accompany his fingers, his tongue working her clit that makes moans finally fall from her lips, squirming to move with his actions and get the most pleasure from him.

No surprise she feels the build up towards her climax quickly with the addition of pressure on her clit and the sloppy wetness of his mouth just driving her wild.

She feels the heat of her orgasm shoot through her stomach as she squeezes his head and almost locks him into place between her thighs, not allowing him to move away even if he tried to.

Eventually she's rid out her high and Lando has decided he's waited long enough for his turn. So her legs are pried apart from his head and he's flipping her over as he kneels up on the bed.

"I need to feel you, baby." Lando grunts while y/n presses her chest down, arching her back while Lando pulls off his clothes before climbing back on the bed, hands caressing her cheeks before sliding up to her waist before his hand moves to his dick, directing himself into her and moaning out from the feeling of being inside her.

Lando gets lost in the feeling of his girlfriend, having been forced to go a whole weekend without her pussy is like a form of torture for him which is why he unapologetically woke her up as soon as he got home because he needed to have sex with her. It wasn't just a want but this man is practically addicted to his girlfriend and sex is the best way to get that hit of dopamine that he gains from her.

"Lando." Y/n moans while Lando almost feels like he's in another dimension of pleasure.

"Fuck, you feel amazing." Lando moans, his voice almost wobbling with how good he feels.

The sound of skin on skin and them both moaning from the feel of each other. Each of them are caught up in each other feeling like they could both go on for hours.

Y/n has another orgasm build up in her that she rides out gripping the sheets like a lifeline but Lando doesn't miss a beat, also riding out her high but being nowhere near his own finish.

And so it goes for another 3 orgasms before they start to wear down on her, she is definitely feeling the drain of it. Thankfully Lando notices the struggle to build up to her 6th orgasm and decides to help her along while finally chasing his own that he has maybe fought off through her last couple orgasms just to prolong the sex.

"Lando." Y/n moans as Lando pulls out and pushes her onto her back, folding her legs back and basically just slamming into her not even sure he's bothered about her having another orgasm.

His gaze casts down on her body that is just glistening with the sweat built up but it's just making her sparkle and the expression of tired pleasure finally sends him over the edge. He presses as deep as he can into her and completely fills her like he has one mission and it's to leave a piece of himself in her permanently.

Though with the way he's been at her, she's going to feel like he's still there for days. Not that he'll be leaving it 24 hours before they're having sex again anyway.

"How are you feeling?" Lando asks, still planted deeply inside her but having allowed her legs down to rest either side of his body while she breathes heavily under him.

"Like you just decided to make up for the few days we didn't see each other." Y/n mumbles before yawning. "I don't even care if we stay here exactly in this position, I'm going back to sleep."

"We can absolutely stay like this...but I'm not staying on stop like this." Lando states before he smiles brightly at her and rocks them then rolling her on top. "Comfortable?"

"Feel hot and stick inside and out...but honestly yes. I've sort of missed the feeling." Y/n laughs weakly before hiding her face in his neck and managing to pass out within a matter of seconds. Which is no surprise give the treatment she's just been on the receiving end of.

"Goodnight to you too." Lando mumbles knowing that aftercare is postponed till morning and the full clean up of the whole bed as well as his girlfriend will just have to wait.

yas girl!! eat him up. tired of the ass kissing here.

I'm not attacking him. I'm just sick and tired of people justifying his actions and making up their own reasons as to why what he does is and should be acceptable. 'oh I feel like I'm gonna disapear for 7 months from the public eye, then drop a not that good album'. like idk who told him he was Adele but they on some delulu shit that I am not..I have standards. And I just feel like I outgrew the fase that I liked him, don't get me wrong I still listen to some of his old good songs, that I like, but I know people from 20 to 22/23 years old that act more maturely then him. that's just me. he is not suitable for me and I unfollowed him and everyone else that was close to him because nothing substantially was going on. and also I don't wanna die from cringiness. so whatever is going on with him Idk nothing and I'm good.