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VELVET & VICE | LN4
an: i can’t really remember how this idea came to me but i was listening to this song and the scenario popped in and consider this a late international women’s day fic bc let’s put respect on the real brains
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1940’s London
THE RAIN HAMMERED AGAINST THE CARRIAGE ROOF as it rattled through the darkened streets of London. The city reeked of coal smoke and damp earth, the fog curling around gas lamps like ghostly fingers. Inside, she sat rigid, fingers clenched in the folds of her lace gloves, the weight of her family’s ambition pressing against her ribs like a corset pulled too tight.
She was to be married tonight. Bound by ink and blood to a man she had never met, save for whispers of his name spoken in caution. Lando Norris. A name that carried weight in the underbelly of the city, a name that made men straighten their backs and women lower their gazes. A name that would now belong to her.
The carriage jerked to a stop in front of a grand townhouse, its brick facade imposing even beneath the gloom. A man in a flat cap opened the door, rain slicking his coat, and gestured for her to step out. She hesitated—just a beat—before she lifted her chin and climbed down, the dampness clinging to her skin like an omen.
Inside, the house smelled of whisky and tobacco, the air thick with the scent of men who made their own rules. And then she saw him.
Lando leaned against the mantle, his shirt sleeves rolled up, braces hanging loose over his shoulders. He looked exactly as she’d imagined—sharp-jawed, dark-eyes, his gaze heavy with something unreadable. He took a slow drag of his cigarette, eyes scanning her with the kind of disinterest that set her teeth on edge.
"So you're the poor thing they’ve shackled to me," he murmured, exhaling smoke.
She peeled off her gloves one finger at a time, ignoring the way his eyes flicked to the movement. "I’d say the feeling is mutual."
A smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth, but it was gone just as quickly. He pushed off the mantle, stepping close enough that she caught the scent of tobacco and leather. "Let’s get one thing straight," he said, voice low. "You don’t make trouble for me, and I won’t make trouble for you. We do what’s required, and that’s it."
She met his gaze, defiant. "Oh, don’t worry. I have no intention of playing the doting wife."
Something flickered in his eyes then—something dark, something amused. He acted like her sharp tongue was a nuisance, but there was a tension in his jaw, a twitch in his fingers, that told her otherwise.
He liked it.
Lando let the silence hang between them for a moment, eyes narrowing as he took another slow drag of his cigarette. Then, exhaling a stream of smoke, he turned away, his voice clipped and businesslike.
"You’ll have your own room," he said, moving towards the drinks cabinet. "End of the hall, second door on the left. We do what’s necessary in public, but behind closed doors, you stay out of my way, and I’ll stay out of yours." He poured himself a glass of whisky, the clink of crystal against the bottle cutting through the thick air. "You don’t ask questions, you don’t meddle in things that don’t concern you, and we’ll get through this just fine."
She folded her arms, unmoved. "Perfect. I’d hate to be under your feet."
A scoff left his lips, low and amused. He knocked back the whisky in one go, setting the glass down with a decisive thud. Then, without looking at her, he called over his shoulder. "Oscar will take your bags up."
Her fingers twitched at her sides. She could feel the weight of his words, the unspoken expectation that she’d simply nod, accept the help, fall into line like some obedient little wife.
Instead, she turned sharply on her heel, her voice crisp. "As I said—no doting wife from me."
She strode past him, ignoring the way his head tilted ever so slightly at her tone. Bending down, she grasped the handles of her two trunks—heavy with silk, lace, and a life she hadn’t chosen—and lifted them without hesitation.
Lando said nothing, but she felt his gaze on her as she walked off, her heels clicking against the polished wooden floor with each deliberate step. He was watching her. Measuring her.
And if she wasn’t mistaken, he liked what he saw.
The first week passed in a tense, unspoken battle of wills.
She settled into the house without asking permission, without waiting for instructions. She came and went as she pleased, taking the car when she wanted it, slipping through London’s streets with a confidence that said she owed nothing to anyone—not even the man whose name she now carried. She had no interest in playing the obedient little wife, and Lando, for all his grumbling, hadn’t tried to force her into it.
Not that they didn’t clash.
She was sharp-tongued, quick-witted, never missing a chance to throw his own words back at him. When he told her not to meddle, she raised a brow and asked if she should sit in a corner and do embroidery instead. When he came home late, smelling of whisky and cigarette smoke, she’d glance up from her book and say, "Busy night intimidating the weak?" with just enough amusement to make his jaw tick.
And yet, for all his irritation, she noticed the way his eyes followed her. The way his fingers twitched at his side when she smirked at him. The way he seemed to come home earlier than he used to, as if drawn back to the house by something he wouldn’t name.
But she never gave him the satisfaction of acknowledging it.
So when he strode into her room unannounced that evening, it wasn’t entirely surprising. What was surprising was the way he stopped dead in his tracks.
She stood by the vanity in nothing but her undergarments—lace-trimmed, elegant, expensive, the kind of thing a woman wore when she had no intention of being overlooked. She didn’t flinch, didn’t rush to cover herself. Instead, she met his gaze in the mirror, her expression utterly unimpressed.
Lando, for once, had nothing to say. His mouth opened slightly before he exhaled sharply, running a hand through his hair.
"Christ—sorry." He turned on his heel, as if debating whether to leave altogether.
She barely spared him a glance as she reached for a brush, running it through her hair with slow, measured strokes. "What is it you need?"
There was a beat of silence, thick and charged. Then, slowly, he turned back, his expression unreadable.
Maybe he’d expected her to blush, to stammer, to pull a dressing gown around herself in embarrassment. Instead, she was calm. Unbothered. It was him who looked thrown off.
And that, more than anything, made her smirk.
Lando hesitated for a fraction of a second before stepping further into the room, shutting the door behind him with a quiet click. Instead of leaving, as any decent man would, he crossed to the bed and sank onto the edge of it, elbows resting on his knees. His eyes never left her.
She continued brushing her hair as if he wasn’t there, as if it was the most natural thing in the world to be standing half-dressed while her husband sat on her bed, watching her with a gaze that was just a little too heavy, a little too slow.
She had no shame, no hesitation. It was infuriatingly attractive.
Lando dragged a hand over his jaw and exhaled sharply, forcing himself to focus. "We’re going out tomorrow."
She arched a brow in the mirror. "Are we?"
He smirked at the disinterest in her tone. "Another firm’s hosting a gathering. Their boss’ wife will be there, and I need you to keep conversation going."
At that, she finally turned to face him, one hand still idly twisting a strand of hair around her fingers. "You need me to be charming," she summarised.
"Something like that," he said, watching her closely.
He shifted slightly, fingers tapping idly against his knee. "There are rules, though. You don’t speak unless spoken to. You don’t ask questions—"
"Don’t drink too much. Don’t get pulled into business talk. Don’t act too interested in the men, or too cold to their wives. Always let you lead the conversation," she listed off, her voice laced with boredom. "I know."
Lando frowned. "How—?"
She gave him a knowing look, standing and walking towards the wardrobe as if this entire exchange was nothing more than a mild inconvenience. "You’re not raised as Verstappen daughter without knowing those rules," she said simply.
For a moment, Lando just watched her, his head tilting slightly. He knew her father had been one of the most calculated men in London, he’d met her older brother, but hearing the ease with which she recited those expectations made something settle in his chest.
She hadn’t just been married into this world. She’d been built for it.
And, for reasons he didn’t quite understand yet, he liked that far more than he should have.
The restaurant was the kind of place where the rich and the dangerous rubbed shoulders, where chandeliers dripped light onto crisp linen tablecloths, and where business was conducted in murmured voices behind half-filled glasses of whisky. Lando led her inside with a firm hand at the small of her back—not out of affection, but as a quiet warning to behave. She didn’t need it.
She knew exactly what she was doing.
The air was thick with cigar smoke and quiet tension, laughter that didn’t quite reach the eyes of the men who chuckled. Their host for the evening, George Russell, sat at the head of the table, his wife draped in silk beside him, her rings catching the light as she spoke with animated flourishes.
Lando had a job tonight. She knew that. This wasn’t just about keeping up appearances—it was about information. Alliances. Power. And while he was watching the men, reading their movements, she turned her attention to something far more useful.
The wives.
They always knew more than they should. They noticed things their husbands assumed they wouldn’t, and if you listened carefully enough, you could hear the real story behind all the posturing.
So she leaned in, eyes bright with curiosity, mouth curled in that perfect balance of friendly and conspiratorial. "I adore that bracelet," she murmured to one of them, tilting her head. "Is it new?"
The woman, delighted to be noticed, grinned. "Oh, George bought it last week, the dear. He felt guilty, I think—off on business in the middle of the night, you know how it is."
She hummed, sipping her wine. Business in the middle of the night. Interesting.
Another woman sighed, swirling her glass. "At least yours buys you presents. Alex’s been preoccupied with that warehouse of his—honestly, I think he’s more in love with those bloody shipments than me."
Shipments. Warehouse. Noted.
She let the conversation drift, guiding it where she wanted, letting them talk themselves into giving her everything. And by the time dessert arrived, she had more useful information than Lando would get from an hour of sharp-eyed stares and stiff conversation.
"Enjoying yourself?" he murmured beside her, his hand grazing her thigh beneath the table as he leaned in. From the outside, it looked like an intimate gesture. She knew better. He was asking if she’d behaved.
She turned her head slightly, meeting his gaze with a slow, knowing smile. "Oh, very much so."
He had no idea.
She continued as the courses passed, her laughter light, her eyes wide with interest, each question perfectly placed. She never pushed too hard—just enough to make the other wives feel important, to let them believe they were the ones leading the conversation. A few coy smiles, a well-timed sigh of exasperation about the trials of marriage, and they practically handed her everything.
Lando, meanwhile, was locked in conversation with George and the other men, his voice low, sharp. He was fishing for something—information, leverage, an answer to whatever question had brought him here tonight. He didn’t notice how easily she was doing the same.
By the time coffee was served, she had the pieces she needed. A warehouse by the docks. A shipment coming in late, unregistered. A man slipping away in the night when he shouldn’t be. The men sat back in their chairs, cigars glowing in the dim light, convinced they held all the power in the room.
She smirked against the rim of her glass.
Dinner wrapped up in a slow, drawn-out affair of handshakes and parting pleasantries. Lando’s hand found her back again as he led her outside, his grip firm, possessive. The evening air was sharp against her skin after the warmth of the restaurant, and the street was quiet save for the low murmur of departing guests.
The carriage was waiting. Lando opened the door, helping her in before settling beside her. The door clicked shut, the city slipping past in shadows as they pulled away.
For a few moments, there was only silence. He stretched out his legs, rolling his shoulders as if shaking off the weight of the evening. Then he turned to her, studying her in the dim light.
"You behaved yourself, then," he murmured.
She hummed, tracing a lazy circle on the leather seat. "Oh, I don’t know about that."
He raised a brow. "Should I be worried?"
She leaned back, watching him. Then, casually, as if discussing the weather, she began listing what she had learned.
George’s late-night disappearances. The unregistered shipment. The dockside warehouse. The men who had not been where they were supposed to be.
She spoke with ease, watching as Lando’s expression shifted.
By the time she finished, he was silent. He tilted his head slightly, his fingers tapping once against his knee before he exhaled, slow and deliberate.
"You got all that," he said, "from gossip."
She smirked. "Oh, Lando. You should know by now—wives hear everything."
Lando stared at her for a long moment, his expression unreadable, the faint glow of the passing street lamps flickering across his face. Then, without a word, he rapped twice against the carriage wall.
The driver changed course.
She arched a brow. "Not going home?"
"We are," he said, his voice thoughtful, as if he were still piecing something together. "But we’re going to my study first, separate entrance. I need to put this all together."
She smirked. "Ah. So now I’m useful."
Lando didn’t rise to the bait, but she caught the flicker of amusement in his dark eyes. "Just come inside, will you?"
When they arrived, he led her straight through the house, his pace brisk, mind clearly working through everything she had told him. The study was dimly lit, the scent of leather and old paper heavy in the air. He went straight to his desk, rolling up his sleeves as he sank into the chair, reaching for a notepad and pouring himself a drink in the same fluid movement.
She, however, had no interest in taking the chair across from him. Instead, she strolled to the desk, hands trailing idly along the polished wood, before hoisting herself up onto the edge of it.
Lando glanced up, his gaze dragging over the length of her legs as they crossed neatly at the ankles. He exhaled sharply, shaking his head before reaching for his pen. "Go on, then," he muttered. "Tell me again."
She did. Slowly, carefully, repeating each scrap of information she’d gathered, watching as he jotted notes, muttering under his breath as he began to piece the puzzle together. He was sharp, quick, catching things she hadn’t even realised were connected.
It was almost impressive. Almost.
And then, just as he leaned back, his fingers running through his hair as the final piece clicked into place, his gaze lifted to hers.
"You’re amazing, you know," he murmured.
For a brief second, there was no teasing, no sharp remarks, no battle of wills. Just that raw, unfiltered admiration in his voice, his eyes dark and searching as they held hers.
She tilted her head slightly, lips curving in a slow, knowing smile. "I do know," she murmured. "But it’s nice to hear."
His chuckle was low, his eyes lingering on her for just a moment longer than necessary.
He had underestimated her.
And now, he never would again.
Two nights later, she was in her room, the fire casting a warm glow against the walls, the silk of her slip whispering against her skin as she moved. The house was quiet, the night settling in thick and heavy. She had just slipped onto the edge of the bed when the door flew open with a sharp bang.
She didn’t flinch.
Lando strode in like he owned the place—which, to be fair, he did—but this time, there was no hesitation, no muttered apology. He had the same sharp, intense energy as before, but now there was something else, something simmering beneath the surface.
"We did it," he said, breathless, his shirt unbuttoned at the collar, his hair slightly out of place like he’d been running his hands through it. His eyes burned as they met hers. "We caught the bloody shipment."
She raised a brow, unimpressed by his theatrics despite the way her pulse quickened. "Good for you."
"You," he corrected, stepping closer, "helped us get it. We’ve been trying for four months, and tonight, we finally had them."
There was pride in his voice, raw and unfiltered. But there was something else, too—something deeper. The way he was looking at her, as if only now realising just how dangerous she truly was.
She tilted her head, considering him. "I did tell you wives hear everything," she murmured.
A slow smirk tugged at his lips, but it didn’t last. The air between them was shifting, thickening, the triumph of the night bleeding into something hotter, something heavier. He was still breathing hard, his chest rising and falling, and she was still perched on the bed, watching him with that same knowing glint in her eye.
And then he moved.
One second, he was standing a few feet away. The next, he was in front of her, his hands gripping her face, his mouth crashing against hers like he was starving for it. There was nothing soft about it—nothing tentative. It was heat and frustration, admiration and possession, all tangled into one.
She responded without hesitation, fingers curling into his shirt, pulling him closer. The silk of her slip was nothing between them, just a whisper of fabric as his hands slid down, gripping her waist, anchoring her to him like he had no intention of letting go.
The fire crackled in the background, but the only warmth she felt was him—his mouth, his hands, the weight of his body pressing against hers like he had been holding himself back for far too long.
And from the way he kissed her, deep and desperate, she knew one thing for certain.
He wasn’t holding back anymore.
The kiss deepened, ferocious, as if the world outside her room had ceased to exist. Lando’s hands moved with a possessiveness that made her pulse race. He slid them down her back, pressing her closer to him until she could feel the heat of his body searing through the thin silk of her slip.
His lips left hers briefly, only to trail down her jaw, his breath hot against her skin. She tilted her head, giving him more access, her fingers threading through his hair, tugging him back to her mouth. She could taste the whisky on his lips, the bitterness of it mixing with the sweetness of the moment, a dangerous combination.
He was a man who took what he wanted, and right now, he wanted her.
With a low growl, he broke the kiss, eyes dark and wild with desire, before he lifted her off her feet. She gasped, her legs instinctively wrapping around his waist as he carried her, almost recklessly, to the vanity. The cold wood of the table hit the back of her legs, but she hardly noticed as he set her down, pushing her back against it.
The tension in the air was palpable, thick with anticipation. His hands were everywhere now—gripping her hips, sliding up to her waist, fingers brushing the curve of her breasts, teasing the delicate straps of her slip. She arched into his touch, heart hammering in her chest, the heat between them making everything else fade into insignificance.
“Lando,” she breathed, her voice low, almost a whisper, but it felt like a command.
He responded instantly, his lips finding her neck, his teeth grazing her skin as he sucked gently, marking her, staking his claim. Her hands moved down, tugging at his shirt, desperate to feel more of him, to rid herself of the barriers between them. He groaned against her skin, the sound rumbling deep in his chest.
“You wanted this,” he murmured against her ear, his voice rough, full of raw need. "Admit it."
She didn’t respond with words. She didn’t need to. Her hands slid up to his chest, pushing his shirt off his shoulders, and she kissed him again, fiercely, determinedly. Her body pressed against his, feeling every inch of him as if they could somehow merge together.
Lando pulled back, his eyes scanning her face with that same intensity, as if trying to read her, trying to figure out what game she was playing. “You’re mine now,” he growled, hands tugging at the silk slip, pulling the bands off her shoulders.
She didn’t flinch. She didn’t shy away. Instead, she met his gaze, a spark of something dangerous and defiant in her eyes. "If I’m yours," she purred, her fingers tracing the line of his jaw, "then you’d better take me properly, Lando."
The air between them crackled with tension. And then, without another word, he kissed her again, more urgently this time, his hands finding her skin, drawing her closer to him, until she could feel the weight of him pressing against her.
This was no longer about games or control. This was a raw, unfiltered need that neither of them could deny. And they were both too far gone to stop.
The air between them was thick, electric. The heat of their earlier desperation hadn’t faded—it had only settled into something deeper, something hotter. Lando was still pressed against her, his fingers gripping her thighs where she sat atop the vanity, her silk slip bunched around her hips. His breath was uneven, his lips red from kissing her senseless, but now, something shifted.
Without a word, he dropped to his knees before her.
She sucked in a breath, caught between intrigue and anticipation as she looked down at him. His hands smoothed over her thighs, slow and reverent, his touch softer now, but no less possessive. The sight of him like this—on his knees for her—sent a wicked thrill down her spine.
He tilted his head back to meet her gaze, his dark eyes burning with something close to worship. "I’ve been a fool," he murmured, voice thick with want. His fingers dug into her flesh, holding her in place as he spread her legs just enough to make her breath hitch. "For not seeing you for what you are."
Her lips curved into a slow, knowing smile. "And what am I, Lando?"
His hands slid higher, fingertips tracing the hem of her slip. He leaned in, just enough for his breath to ghost over her bare skin. "My equal," he said roughly. "More than that." His lips brushed the inside of her thigh, teasing, tasting. "The one woman who could bring me to my knees."
She exhaled, a quiet, shuddering thing, her grip tightening in his hair as his mouth travelled higher. He was usually all dominance, all control, but here he was—kneeling for her, worshipping her with his hands, his lips, his voice.
She let him linger, let him kiss and touch and revel in her, let him show her that he understood now. That she wasn’t just a wife for show, not just a piece to be moved on the board.
And then, when she was satisfied, when his grip was almost desperate on her skin, when his breathing was uneven with the sheer need of her, she tugged at his hair, forcing him to look up at her.
“Stand up,” she commanded softly.
His chest rose and fell hard, but he obeyed, rising to his full height, towering over her again. His hands found her waist, his thumbs brushing against the silk clinging to her body. She could see the restraint in his posture, the way he was holding back, waiting for her next move.
She reached for him, tracing her nails lightly over the bare skin of his chest. “From now on," she murmured, pressing her lips just below his jaw, feeling the way his pulse pounded beneath her mouth, "you’ll show me the same respect."
Lando’s hands clenched at her hips, his body taut with the effort it took not to crush her against him. His mouth hovered just over hers, breath heavy, his voice low and ragged when he finally answered.
“Yes, love,” he rasped. “I will.”
And then he kissed her again, deep and consuming, pulling her against him so hard that she gasped against his lips. And when he lifted her from the vanity, carrying her towards the bed once more, she knew—there was no turning back from this.
His breath was warm against the sensitive skin of her inner thigh, his fingers pressing into her hips as if anchoring himself there. He wasn’t in a rush—no, Lando was savouring this, savouring her.
She propped herself up on her elbows, watching him, chest rising and falling heavily. He looked up at her through thick lashes, his dark eyes burning with something raw, something dangerous.
"You like this, don’t you?" she murmured, her voice low, taunting. "Being here. Like this."
Lando exhaled a slow breath against her skin, his grip tightening. "You’ve no idea," he muttered, voice rough, strained.
And then he pressed his lips to the inside of her thigh, slow and deliberate. His stubble scraped against her skin, his mouth hot, teasing. She shivered, fingers twitching against the sheets. He was taking his time, deliberately drawing it out, and the anticipation was maddening.
"Lando," she breathed, not quite a plea, but close.
That did something to him. His hands slid further up, spreading her more beneath him, and then he leaned in fully, pressing a lingering, open-mouthed kiss where she needed him most.
She gasped, her head falling back against the pillows. He hummed in satisfaction, his grip keeping her in place as he set to work, slow, languid strokes of his tongue that had her body arching towards him.
She barely registered the way her fingers tangled into his hair, holding him there, guiding him. But Lando? He groaned at the feeling, at the way she responded so perfectly to him.
She wasn’t used to this—to a man like him showing this kind of devotion. But he was thorough, almost as if he had something to prove.
As if he wanted to ruin her.
And God, she was happy to let him try.
His name left her lips again, breathy and uneven, her fingers tightening in his hair as he worked her over with slow, unrelenting precision. Lando groaned against her, the vibration sending a fresh wave of pleasure through her, making her thighs tremble against his broad shoulders.
He was savouring this, taking his time, deliberately keeping her on the edge but never quite letting her tip over. Each flick of his tongue, each teasing stroke, was measured, controlled—because he wanted her desperate for it, wanted to hear her break beneath him.
She let out a frustrated whimper, her hips shifting, seeking more. "Stop—" she gasped, "—teasing."
He chuckled, the sound low and wicked against her skin, but he didn’t stop. If anything, he slowed, his hands pressing firmer against her hips, keeping her exactly where he wanted. "And here I thought you liked control," he mused, his voice thick with amusement.
Her head fell back, a soft curse leaving her lips. "You’re insufferable."
He smirked against her, his grip tightening. "And yet you’re falling apart for me."
She had a sharp retort on her tongue, something cutting, something defiant—but then he finally gave in.
A deep, languid stroke of his tongue, firmer now, deliberate. Her back arched off the bed, a strangled sound escaping her lips. His hands smoothed over her thighs, keeping her open for him, and then he truly set to work—thorough and utterly merciless.
The tension that had been winding so tightly inside her snapped without warning, pleasure crashing through her like fire, her entire body trembling beneath him. He groaned at the way she came undone for him, his grip never loosening, as if he wanted to feel every moment of it.
She barely registered the way he pressed one last, lingering kiss to her inner thigh before pulling himself up over her, his hands bracing on either side of her head.
Her chest heaved as she blinked up at him, still dazed, still recovering. His lips were swollen, his eyes dark with something feral.
"You," she murmured, voice thick, "are far too good at that."
Lando smirked, dipping his head to kiss her, slow and indulgent, letting her taste herself on his tongue. "And I’m nowhere near finished with you yet, love."
The shift between them had been subtle at first. A brush of fingers when passing, a lingering glance across a crowded room. But now, a few days later, it was undeniable. They moved as one—seamless, untouchable. Where Lando had once been guarded, careful, now his hands were always on her. A hand on the small of her back as he led her through a room, fingers tracing absentminded circles on her wrist as they sat together, a possessive arm slung around her shoulders when they held court among their people.
She had settled into her role with a quiet, effortless power. No longer just his wife, no longer simply the woman who had been given to him to tie two families together—she was his equal. And everyone knew it.
Tonight, the house was alive with warmth, the low hum of conversation and clinking glasses filling the grand dining room as they entertained their closest allies. She sat beside Lando at the head of the table, her posture easy, confident, her silk gown pooling elegantly over her crossed legs.
Lando, ever the king of the room, leaned back in his chair, fingers idly tracing along the inside of her wrist where her hand rested on the table. He wasn’t even looking at her, too busy listening to one of his men recount some business in the East End, but the touch was absent-minded, second nature now.
She smirked slightly, turning her hand to entwine her fingers with his, giving a squeeze. His thumb stroked over her knuckles, the barest hint of a smile tugging at his lips before he lifted her hand to press a kiss to the inside of her wrist.
The room fell into a hushed sort of awe at the display. Their leader, cold and ruthless, was openly devoted to his wife in a way none of them had ever seen before. And she? She simply accepted it, like it was her due.
When dinner was over and the guests had drifted into the parlour for cigars and whisky, Lando caught her by the waist, pulling her into a quiet corner before she could follow.
"You realise what you’ve done, don’t you?" he murmured, voice rich with amusement.
She arched a brow, tilting her head. "And what’s that, darling?"
He smirked, fingers brushing down her spine. "Made me soft."
She laughed, low and sultry, trailing a finger down the front of his waistcoat. "Oh no, my love," she murmured, standing on tiptoe to brush a slow, lingering kiss against his jaw. "I’ve made you unstoppable."
Lando exhaled sharply through his nose, his grip tightening at her waist before he turned and kissed her, slow and deep, uncaring of who might see. Because she was right.
They weren’t just husband and wife anymore.
They were a force.
Lando had always prided himself on being the smartest man in the room. He had built his empire on instinct, on knowing where to strike and when to hold back. But now? Now he had something even sharper in his arsenal—her.
He now saw her skill for what it was. What he had once dismissed as idle gossip, frivolous chatter over tea and brandy, was in fact the deadliest weapon at his disposal. While the other men scrambled to find their rats and their loopholes, tearing through their operations in search of betrayal, they never once stopped to consider that the real danger was sitting beside them at their own dinner tables.
Because the truth was simple. It wasn’t their men who were loose-lipped—it was their wives. Women ignored, underestimated, left to sip their champagne and idly entertain themselves. They spoke of everything—the shipments their husbands fretted over, the officers they paid off, the backdoor deals and sudden disappearances. They let secrets slip between sips of wine, between boasts of fine jewellery and whispered complaints of infidelity.
And she? She had been listening.
Now, Lando had a new advantage, one his rivals didn’t even realise existed. Every other day, he was intercepting shipments before they even made it onto the docks. Smugglers were caught, safe houses compromised, backroom deals unravelled before they had even begun. The panic was spreading—men were at each other’s throats, convinced they had a traitor in their ranks. And all the while, she sat by Lando’s side, lips painted red, eyes sharp, watching their empire grow stronger by the day.
Lando leaned back in his chair, fingers running lazily along the curve of his glass, watching her across the room. She was laughing, a sultry, knowing sound, as she toyed with the pearl necklace around her throat, listening with that careful attentiveness that he now recognised for what it truly was. She was drawing out secrets as easily as she drew breath.
She felt his gaze before she saw it, glancing over at him with a smirk, tilting her head ever so slightly. See something you like? her expression seemed to tease.
He smirked in return, lifting his glass in a silent toast to her.
His wife wasn’t a problem.
She was his genius.
the end.
taglist: @alexisquinnlee-bc @carlossainzapologist @oikarma @obxstiles @verstappenf1lecccc @hzstry8 @dying-inside-but-its-classy @anamiad00msday @linnygirl09 @mastermindbaby @iamred-iamyellow @spiderbeam
SHE’S AN ACTRESS
pairing: Lando Norris x Actress Reader
faceclaim: Emily Rudd
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yourusername some bts of nami and the straw hat crew 🍊🏴☠️
user1 you were such a perfect Nami
user2 S1 was so good! I hope Netflix’s renews for a S2
user3 NAMI SWAAAAN! 😍
user4 who’s been here since Fear Street 1978
user5 you’re an amazing actress, I hope to see you in more stuff soon!
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yourusername one year with my handsome loser 🧡
user1 THE CUTEST FUCKING COUPLE EVER
user2 OMFG THE POLAROIDS 😩
user3 Lando looks so cute in these pictures 😭
user4 Yn is always feeding us with these Lando photos
user5 Who knew a hot lap video would lead to a 1 year relationship
user6 Google, how to be Lando Norris
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landonorris one year with my beautiful dork 🧡
user1 I STILL CAN’T BELIEVE YOU STOLE MY WIFE FROM ME
user2 THE MATCHING CAPTIONS 😭
user3 SHE’S SO LUCKY 😩
user4 The hottest and funniest couple on the grid
user5 If they ever break up then love isn’t real
user6 THEY HAVE MATCHING POSTS AND CAPTIONS 😭 WHEN IS IT MY TURN
user7 Thank you @/mclaren for this beautiful relationship! You finally did something right 🧡
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GOOD GRACES
pairing: Lando Norris x Pop Star Reader
faceclaim: Isabela Merced
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2021
2023
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yourusername found a new muse 💋
user1 OMFG FINALLY!
user2 SHE TOOK A YEAR OFF, BUT MOTHER IS BACK TO BREAK RECORDS!
user3 OH SHE’S HERE TO SERVE
user4 I’M SO EXCITED!
user5 no cause FINALLY!
user6 PLEASE TELL ME YOU ARE RELEASING MUSIC THIS YEAR!
user7 DON’T MAKE US WAIT ANOTHER YEAR FOR THIS RELEASE!
user8 A NEW MUSE? IS PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE GETTING A SISTER?
| user9 PLEASE BE ANOTHER GOOD GRACES
| user10 I WANT ANOTHER LOVE IS | EMBARRASSING!
user11 are we finally getting a love song from you!
| user12 OMG I NEVER REALIZED SHE HAS | NEVER WROTE A LOVE SONG! NOT EVEN ABOUT | TOM AND THEY WERE TOGETHER FOR 3 YEARS!
| user13 May not have gotten love songs | from her relationship with Tom, but we | did get please please please and good | graces
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yourusername my new album “positions” is out next month! 💋 here is a preview to the album with my new song “bed chem”! Thank you guys for the wait and being patient with me for the last year! I hope you all like the song ❤️
user1 BED CHEM! BED CHEM!
user2 WE GOT A SEX SONG! 🥵
| user3 MORE LIKE A SEX FANTASY SONG!
user4 MAM! MAM! WHO IS THE SONG ABOUT!
user5 “Who's the cute boy with the white jacket and the thick accent?” itches my brain in just the right way!
user6 WHO DO WE KNOW THAT HAS AN ACCENT AND GREEN EYES!
sabrinacarpenter I can’t wait to hear the rest of the album 💕
user7 “COME RIGHT ON ME, I MEAN CAMARADERIE” WHO’S GOT YOU THIS HORNY! 👀
user8 “MANIFEST THAT YOU’RE OVERSIZED” MISS MAM! 😂
user9 YOU’VE BEEN HANGING OUT WITH @/sabrinacarpenter too much
| user10 NONSENSE AND BED CHEM ARE | SISTERS!
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yourusername POSITIONS IS OUT NOW! 💕
user1 WE FINALLY GOT LOVE SONGS FROM HER!
user2 SHE’S HORNY AND IN LOVE
user3 WHO IS THIS MYSTERY MAN THAT HAS YOU WRITING LOVE SONGS! 🕵️
user4 34+35 is the horniest song on the album 🥵
user5 OMG! WE GOT A SPANISH SONG!
user6 ALBUM OF THE YEAR!
user7 THE BOY IS MINE! LIKE BRANDY AND MONICA!
user8 THIS ALBUM IS PERFECTION! 🥰
user9 NO SKIPS ❤️
user10 NOT ONLY DID WE GET A LOVE SONG, BUT WE GOT MORE THAN ONE!
user11 THE QUEEN OF POP
user12 I’ll give you $5 if you tell me who these songs are about!
2024
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yourusername Thank you so much for @/mclaren for having me! 💕 Can’t wait to see the race tomorrow! 🏁
user1 OMG, SHE’S AT THE MIAMI GP!
user2 YOU’RE TELLING ME SHE WAS THERE TODAY AND I DIDN’T MEET HER! 😭
mclaren It was an honor having you! We can’t wait to see you again tomorrow!
user3 MCLAREN? I figured Red Bull or Ferrari would’ve invited her
oscarpiastri It was nice to finally meet you!
| yourusername It was nice meeting you | too! I can’t wait to see the race | tomorrow!
| user4 WHAT DO YOU MEAN FINALLY!
alexandrasaintmleux I can’t believe you were here and I didn’t get to see you!
| yourusername We can meet up tomorrow, | pretty girl!
user5 My two worlds are colliding 🤯
user6 THE PICTURES OF LANDO AND OSCAR
landonorris It was good having you today! I hope you’re ready for the race tomorrow!
| yourusername I was born ready! I better | see you on the podium tomorrow
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landonorris WWE FUCKIJG DID IT. P1 🏆
user1 LFG!
user2 CONGRATS! 👏
user3 YOU DESERVE IT LANDO! 🧡🏆
user4 WHY IS NOBODY TALKING ABOUT THAT KISS! ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME!
user5 YOU’RE DATING @/yourusername! WHAT THE FUCK!
user6 THE WAY HE RAN TO HER AFTER GETTING OUT OF THE CAR! 😭
yourusername CONGRATULATIONS BABY! I KNEW YOU CAN DO IT! 🧡
user7 LANDO NOWINS WHO! 📢
yourusername I’M SO HAPPY FOR YOU!
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yourusername I guess the cat’s out of the bag 💕
user1 ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME!
user2 WHAT THE FUCK! WHAT THE FUCK! THE HARD LAUNCH!
user3 YOU ARE TELLING ME POSITIONS IS ABOUT LANDO NORRIS!
user4 YOU ARE SO FUCKING CUTE TOGETHER 😭
user5 MOTHER IS IN LOVE ❤️
landonorris God, I love you so fucking much! 🧡
| yourusername I love you too, my race | winner 🧡
user6 SHE WROTE ALL THESE HORNY SONGS ABOUT HIM!
user7 ANOTHER WHITE MAN 😭
alexandrasaintmleux Does this mean I will see you around the paddock more often?
| yourusername of course! I can’t wait to | hang out with you more beautiful!
user8 @/landonorris DON’T FUCK IT UP! I NEED @/yourusername TO WRITE MORE LOVE SONGS!
user9 LANDO NORRIS IS THE CUTE GUY WITH GREEN EYES AND A THICK ACCENT!
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SUMMER LOVIN’
pairing: Lando Norris x Porsche Rookie OC
faceclaim: Jennie Kim
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🎵 Daniel Caesar • Best Part (feat. H.E.R.)
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jeonjaeeun ❤️🛥️
user1 hello, gorgeous 😍
user2 red is your color
user3 A MAN! IS THAT A MAN!
user4 WHO IS IN THE LAST SIDE!
user5 🥵🥵🥵
user6 IS THAT LANDO!?
| user7 NO, IT’S ARTHUR! 😒
user8 RUE, WHEN WAS THIS!
user9 THE SONG! THE SONG! YOUR HONOR, SHE’S IN LOVE!
user10 Please tell me her and Lorenzo are back together 🙏
user11 SHE’S THAT GIRL
user12 WHO IS THAT MAN AND CAN HE FIGHT!
user13 god really has his favorites
user14 pretty girl 💕
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F1 PADDOCK NEWS @/F1PADDOCKNEWS
Porsche Driver, Jeon Jaeeun no longer single? Jaeeun’s newest Instagram post revealed her to be on a date, is this a new boyfriend or just a fling since her breakup with Italian actor Lorenzo Zurzolo in 2021.
user1 MY WIFE IS NO LONGER SINGLE! 😭
user2 WE LOST HER 😭😭😭
user3 This has to be Lando! They are both spending summer break on a yacht!
| user4 HALF THE GRID IS SPENDING THEIR | BREAK ON A YACHT! THAT DOESN’T MAKE IT | LANDO! 😒
| user5 I bet it’s Arthur, did you see | his post earlier today?
| user6 He’s probably with Charles
| user7 No, they may be on to something! | Arthur and Charles are also on a boat | and Alex liked Jaeeun’s post so they | can all be together! 🕵️
| user8 OSCAR ALSO LIKED! I BET IT’S | ARTHUR!
| user9 Oscar is Lando’s teammate so it | could be Lando instead!
| user10 She’s obviously back with | Lorenzo! He posted as well today on a | boat around the same time.
| user11 did anyone think that maybe it’s | none of them and just a random guy?
user12 HE BETTER BE TREATING HER RIGHT 😡
user13 WHAT ABOUT THE KIDS! HOW COULD YOU DO THIS TO ME! 😭
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🎵 Cigarettes After Sex • Crush
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jeonjaeeun adventures 💕
user1 It’s not just a fling! We lost her guys, she’s soft launching a man! 😭
user2 CRUSH BY CIGARETTES AFTER SEX! SHE’S DOWN BAD!
user3 they are so cute 🥺
user4 2 post in a row with him!
user5 ALEX AND CHARLES IN THE LIKES 👀
user6 all of Jaeeun’s fanboys just fell to their knees crying
user7 THE HAND PLACEMENTIN THE LAST PHOTO! 🥵
user8 She’s so hot!
user9 Arthur, Lando, and Lorenzo are not in the likes 🤔
user10 The 4th picture 🤤
user11 SHOW US HIS FACE!
user12 These pictures are giving us nothing to figure out who it is!
| user13 It’s like that’s the whole point
| user14 I know, let them have their | privacy! She will let us know who he is | when she’s ready.
user15 I can’t wait to see her next date photo dump ☺️
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FAVORITE MOMENTS
pairing: Lando Norris x Porsche Rookie OC
faceclaim: Jennie Kim
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JJ13 @/jaeeunlover
This is the last race until summer break, let us know what your favorite Jaeeun moment was this season so far!
user1 HER FIRST PODIUM! 💙
| user2 YES! SHE WAS SO EXCITED
| user3 OF COURSE! It was a 1-2 Porsche | Podium with Charles.
| user4 THAT WAS MY FAVORITE PODIUM TRIO!
| user5 mine too, but I also loved when | she got podium with Lando!
| user6 THAT WAS MY FAVORITE TOO! IT WAS | SO FUNNY WHEN SHE CHASED LANDO AROUND | WITH THE CHAMPAGNE!
user7 When she 3rd wheeled Oscar and Lily and gave us this picture
| user8 The way she is always third | wheeling with them 😭
| user9 You mean Oscar is always the 3rd | wheeling Lily and Jaeeun
| user10 somebody get my girl a bf so she | can stop being a 3rd wheel
user11 Everytime she beat Daniel during their cooking challenges
| user12 AND SHE LOOKED GOOD DOING IT 🥰
user13 THESE PADDOCK LOOKS 🥵
| user14 A GODDESS
| user15 Nobody is doing it like her and | Lewis! You will never catch them | slacking!
| user16 I NEED CHANEL TO SIGN HER! | NOBODY IS MAKING CHANEL LOOK AS GOOD AS | SHE DOES!
user17 WHY IS NOBODY TALKING ABOUT WHEN SHE WAS WALKING PASSED MCLAREN AND SOMEONE GOT A PIC OF LANDO LOOKING AT HER WITH HEART EYES!
| user18 OMG YESS!!! 😍
| user19 MY BOY IS DOWN BAD
| user20 They would look so cute together
| user21 Where did you get this? How have | I never seen this before!
| user22 They are just friends guys! Stop | shipping her with every driver!
| user23 You don’t look at your friends | like that though!
| user24 I don’t blame him, she looked so | good that day 🤤
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jeonjaeeun Amazing weekend to end the first half of the season! I can’t wait to see you all again soon! ☺️
user1 You are doing an amazing job! Already 8th place in the standing for wdc and you are in your rookie year!
user2 MOMMY 🥵
user3 SHE LOOKS SO GOOD! WHO TOOK THE PHOTO FOR HER AND HOW DID THEY NOT DIE ON THE SPOT!
user4 Lorenzo in the likes 👀
| user5 YES! I NEED THEM BACK TOGETHER AGAIN!
user6 I hope you have an amazing break!
user7 💙
user8 take care!
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Oscar Pastry @/mclarengirlie
Why does every f1 driver spend their vacations on yachts?
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Hope you like this update! Next update will be all about summer break before the 2nd half of the ‘23 season!
PLANE RIDES & NEW SHIPS
pairing: Lando Norris x Porsche Rookie OC
faceclaim: Jennie Kim
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tagged: danielricciardo
landonorris we’re photographers. We’re back.
user1 you’re so bbg
user2 cuties 💗
user3 DANLANDO 🤤
jeonjaeeun look at these losers
| landonorris Be so for real right now… | I know you’re not talking.
user4 my favorite drivers!
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danielricciardo Well, guess we’re back
user1 LANDAN IS BACK
user2 I love this duo so much
jeonjaeeun WHERE THE HELL ARE MY PHOTO CREDS! 🤬
| user3 OMG! JAEEUN WAS WITH THEM!
| danielricciardo Sorry, I forgot 😓
| jeonjaeeun No excuses! That’s the last | time I take photos for you!
| landonorris not me though right? 😅 | @/jeonjaeeun
| jeonjaeeun we’ll see 😌 @/landonorris
| danielricciardo I regret inviting both | of you @/jeonjaeeun @/landonorris
| user4 Jaeeun took the pictures? What’d | she say to get them to laugh like that?
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jeonjaeeun Cozy in red 🌹 photo creds to lan
user1 THAT’S MY WIFE!
jeonjaeeun @/danielricciardo this how you give photo credits!
| danielricciardo I said I was sorry 😞
user2 why is Lando tagged?
| user3 He took the photos for her
| user2 Why is he with her? 😒
| user4 Daniel invited both of them to | fly with him
| user5 He is introducing his old | teammate to his new one!
| user4 @/user5 no they met at the | Bahrain gp through Oscar
user6 how are you so hot 🥵
arthur_leclerc FORZA FERRARI! ❤️
| jeonjaeeun ew, no! 🤢
user7 SHE CALLED HIM LAN!
landonorris should have been wearing papaya 🧡
| user8 A HEART! A HEART! HE JUST SENT | HER A HEART!
| user9 SAY IT WITH ME! JAELAN! JAELAN! | JAELAN! JAELAN
jeonjaeeun and landonorris posted a story
[caption 1: never leave your phone laying around if you’re with these losers!]
[caption 2: new occupation: Jae’s personal photographer]
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LNFOUR @/landosgf
JAEEUN AND LANDO ARE TRAVELING TOGETHER!
user1 NEW SHIP! NEW SHIP! NEW SHIP!
user2 DID YOU SEE THEIR STORIES!
user3 He posted her on his story 😭
user4 Stop being delusional they are both traveling with Daniel it’s not just them
user5 WHO THE HELL IS LANDO! I NEED JAEEUN BACK TOGETHER WITH LORENZO! 😡
| user6 NO, SHE NEEDS TO GET WITH ARTHUR!
user7 HE SAID HE’S HER PERSONAL PHOTOGRAPHER 😭 SHE’S LIVING THE DREAM!
user8 I can’t be the only one that think they would look cute together
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Jaeeun ex boyfriend Lorenzo Zurzolo mentioned… You will see more of him later on in the story. Anyways Lando and Jaeeun are becoming friends so there will be a lot more interactions between them now. Also there will be time jumps so just warning you now.
F1 DEBUT
pairing: Lando Norris x Porsche Rookie OC
faceclaim: Jennie Kim
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Jeon Jaeeun Daily @/JJDAILY
Jaeeun finally arriving to the Bahrain GP
user1 GOD SHE LOOKS SO GOOD 🤤
user2 THE QUEEN HAS ARRIVED!
user3 She looks so good, while Daniel arrived in a Porsche shirt
user4 her and Lewis are the only ones that came to serve cunt
user5 MOTHER
user6 she looks like she just walked out of a kdrama 🥰
Porsche F1 @/PorscheF1
Qualifying is done! 🏁 Solid driving today, Daniel will be starting from P8 and Jaeeun at P12 tomorrow! #BahrainGP 🇧🇭
Porsche F1 @/PorscheF1
Amazing race from our drivers today, It’s a double-points weekend in Bahrain! 💪
user1 BEST TEAM
user2 I can’t believe Jaeeun was able to get points for her first f1 race
user3 WELL DESERVED
user4 Great start for the season!
hater1 She got lucky 3 drivers dnfed this race or else she wouldn’t have placed that high! 😒
JJAE @/JJaeProtector
I CAN’T BELIEVE OUR GIRL GOT P9 FOR HER F1 DEBUT! #BahrainGP
user1 This was such a great weekend!
user2 so sad that Oscar dnfed, but it was so fun to see Jaescar together again!
| user3 I wished Arthur was there and we could of had our iconic trio back
| user4 We didn’t have Arthur today, but did you see the video of them with Lando?
| user3 Do we think Lando is gonna replace Arthur now that Jaescar is in f1?
| user4 Who knows, but Lando and Jaeeun looked like they were getting along well!
| user5 OMG I SAW THE VIDEO! LANDO AND JAEEUN KEPT ON LAUGHING TOGETHER AND OSCAR HONESTLY LOOKED LIKE HE WAS TIRED OF THEIR SHIT! 😂
| user6 IS THIS A NEW SHIP? What do you think they were all talking about?
user7 CAN’T WAIT UNTIL NEXT WEEKEND!
user8 QUEEN SHIT! 😎
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jeonjaeeun So happy to officially make my f1 debut and to end the weekend off at P9! Let’s aim even higher for next weekend! 💙✨ #JJ13 #BAHRAINGP
user1 SO PROUD OF YOU!
user2 GREAT JOB!
user3 What is Lando doing in the likes?
user4 What a great first weekend! 👍
user5 Why is Lando following her?
| user6 They met this weekend through | Oscar (his new teammate)
user7 You did amazing! ✨
porschef1 What a great first weekend!
user8 MISS KOREA 🇰🇷
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Next update will be a time jump since I will not be doing every race, but we did finally get a small Lando and Jaeeun interaction, kind of? Gonna try to get more Lando x Jaeeun moments for the next update! Let me know what you want to see next.
ABOUT JEON JAE-EUN
pairing: Lando Norris x Porsche Rookie OC
faceclaim: Jennie Kim
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Birthday: March 13th, 2000
2023 Porsche Rookie
2022 FIA F2 Champion
Best Friends with Oscar Piastri, Lily Zneimer, and Arthur Leclerc
Ex boyfriend: Lorenzo Zurzolo (2019 - 2021)
Speaks Korean (1st language), English, French, and Italian
Loves everything Halloween and horror
Anime fan
Sponsored by Adidas and Calvin Klein (more brands to come…)
Fashion Icon (the only one along with Lewis that can actually dress)
Can sing, dance, and play guitar (Arthur and Charles are teaching her the piano)
Has a YouTube channel where she post vlogs when she’s traveling and sometimes song/ dance covers
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more facts about Jaeeun will be added as the story goes on…
Porsche Rookie Masterlist
main masterlist
BONUS
MOODBOARD
ABOUT JAEEUN
CHAPTERS
THE ANNOUCEMENT
TEAMMATES
F1 DEBUT
PLANE RIDES & NEW SHIPS
FAVORITE MOMENTS
SUMMER LOVIN’
TEAMMATES
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Formula 1 @/F1
BREAKING: Daniel Ricciardo returns to the grid with @/PorscheF1!
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danielricciardo When the news drops that you’ll be back on the #F1 grid… @/porschef1
user1 IM SCREAMING!!!
user2 FUCK YES LET’S GOOO
user3 YES DANNY! 🔥
porschef1 So glad to have you on our team!
- SMALL TIME JUMP -
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oscarpiastri Thanks to all for the warm welcomes. Looking forward to working with @/landonorris and the team to make this an amazing season 👊🧡
user1 Can’t wait to see you in action
user2 lets go 😎🏎️
landonorris bring on the 2023 season 💪
jeonjaeeun it’s on when I see you in Bahrain Osc!
| oscarpiastri bring it J 👊
| user3 JAESCAR! I LOVE THEM YOUR HONOR!
| lilyzneimer GET HIS ASS JAE!
| oscarpiastri You’re suppose to be on my | side @/lilyzneimer
| jeonjaeeun Sorry, not sorry, she just | likes me better!
| lilyzneimer 💙💙💙 @/jeonjaeeun
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danielricciardo Bahrain we are coming for you! 😎
user1 I just know porsche is regretting putting their annoying asses together
user2 so ready to see this duo in action
user3 This team looks promising
hater1 still don’t know why porsche signed this chick 😒
jeonjaeeun LET’S FUCKING GO! THEY WON’T KNOW WHAT HIT THEM!
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Next update will be the Bahrain GP and hopefully some Jaeeun and Lando interactions!
THE ANNOUNCEMENT
pairing: Lando Norris x Porsche Rookie OC
faceclaim: Jennie Kim
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porschef1 We are excited to announce 2022 FIA F2 Champion Jeon Jae-eun is joining the grid for 2023! 🙌 🇰🇷
user1 LET’S GOOO!!!
user2 QUEEN SHIT
hater1 There are so many better drivers that you could have signed, but instead you signed a girl? 🤢
hater2 Counting the days until they end her contract for underperforming
user3 THAT’S MY GIRL! I KNEW SHE COULD DO IT!
user4 TEAMMATE ANNOUNCEMENT WHEN!
video: 56 sec
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jeonjaeeun It’s true! I will be driving with @/porschef1 starting this 2023 season! ✨
user1 so happy for you 💙
user2 You’ve made it! 🙌
user3 재은 파이팅! (jaeeun fighting!)
porschef1 Welcome to the team! 😁
user4 💙🤍💙🤍
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Formula 1 @/F1
BREAKING: Jeon Jae-eun makes her step up to F1 for 2023, signing a multi-year deal with @/PorscheF1
user1 GOOD LUCK JAE! 👍
user2 DESERVED!
hater1 I give her 1 week until she starts sleeping with one of the other drivers
user3 OSCAR AND JAEEUN ROOKIES OF 2023!
user4 GOAT 🐐
hater2 WE DON’T NEED WOMEN IN MOTORSPORTS!
user5 🔥🔥🔥🔥
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hope you are liking this so far!
Lions and Music (pt.2)
MV/LN x Reader
Just something floating in my head tonight. Yn is a singer/actress who's laptop with unreleased songs is stolen. The songs are about people in her life. Past. Present and foreseeable future?
See what happens when they begin to get leaked and her fans and haters get an even closer look at her life through her music.
Also of course it’s Formula1 related! :)
Warnings!!
This is for Mature readers! 18 over preferably!!
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WE are jumping right in here - i haven't written smut before so take it easy on me. You've been warned!!
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You could only let out a silent scream. Your body is tight with frustration.
Though the fallout from your song being leaked wasn't as bad as you thought it could be, the stress it caused had really taken a toll.
You have always been the life of the party type, people gravitated to you for your happy energy. Men would feel the pull, not just for your looks but for you.
You thought you had lost a part of yourself after your last situationship but you were starting to feel like you again.
You sighed.
You had taken Neal's advice/nudge and taken a vacation. Hopped on a flight and had been enjoying the time away. Luckily you got to speak with your boyfriend before the leak. You didn't know at the time what song they would out you for so you had to come clean about the theme of the music he inspired.
Not a person to enjoy media you imagined he would be upset and end things.
He was upset. Just not at you. He was pissed someone could violate your privacy, your home in such a way and be getting away with it.
The man was just to perfect.
Her breath caught in her throat.
You didn't know where you stood completely yet when it came to an official title. Long distance had been all you've know until recently. Living on two sides of the world.
You weren't seeing other people. You were his and he was yours. You just hadn't made it official.
You could see yourself with him, He treated you well, way better that your ex. His reaction to this was just one more thing she could find herself falling for.
People who knew of him - knew him to be some type of villain in their story. A short tempered, foul mouthed, cocky egomaniac. Always the one people liked to hate.
The people who knew him personally, his friends, and family to them.. well he could still be all of those things but he was also gentle when he wanted to be, caring, funny, quiet.
He was also an absolute animal when it came to preying upon your body. You loved his gentle side but the way he could throw you on a bed and fuck your brains out. Well you really liked that.
He had done just that when you admitted to the spicy songs written about him and yes their were several.
You had shown him few- but not all of them. The man fucked you over his couch before he finished listening. To show his appreciation for your music and to inspire more he had said.
Everyday since arriving to his home he had you, just like now…
You moaned.
Head between your thighs, hes eating you out like hes starving. His big, strong hands are on your thighs, his fingertips digging in to the point of it being painful, you can feel the bruising already but that line of pain and pleasure was just so sweet. You would beg him to hurt you just a little bit more if you could form a sentence.
"Baby your pussy is fucking delicious" he groans, His hot breath against your throbbing clit.
"I'm keeping you here with me forever" he says as he dives back in. Pulling you back to his face, his tongue piercing, his big nose rubbing against your clit.
"Mmmma-a-a --ughhhh" You manged to get out. Your hands in his hair yanking him closer.
"Please" You beg him in a hoarse whisper.
He chuckles.
"What do you need baby" His hand leaves your thigh, trailing it down to shove two thick fingers in your aching pussy. "Tell me what you need, and daddy will give it to you."
Your moans become louder.
"Please i need you, i need you so bad. " He's let your leg free, so you quickly try to wrap it around his back to yank him up to your face.
His fingers leave your soaked hole in a flash and you could just kick him, you were so close! Tears leak from the corners of your closed eyes as his hand moves back to push your legs open.
"I'm not done yet" he grunts.
He's slowed down. Now pressing feather light kisses to where you needs him most.
"But if you ask nicely, I'll give you want you need sweet girl" You could hear the smirk on his face.
This game you play with each other to make the other break is something you both love, but you just cant hold out anymore. He's been playing this game with you for a fucking hour.
An hour of his gorgeously lethal face in between your legs, never letting you get to that white hot release. You have to give in.
"Please daddy, i need your cock in my pussy. I need it" You moan, voice hoarse from the hour of screaming in pleasure.
Like a lion he pounces. Bringing your legs up, he bends them back till your knees are at the side of your head. His hands forcing them to stay there. His cock thrusts in and he's balls deep in seconds. Not sparing you a second to adjust.
You scream, relief and a burning pain hitting you, more tears fall from your half shut eyes as he pounds into your tight pussy. His full balls slapping you on the ass.
"Look at me while i fuck you" he growls. Going deeper and hitting your cervix. Your eyes snap open, meeting his.
He looks smug.
Sweat sticking to his flushed skin. Your juices covering his mouth and chin.
He looks fucking sinful.
The light from the sunset is pouring in from the windows behind him, covering the room in a red hue. how can someone look this good, and how is he hers?
You could take a picture of him in this moment. Burn it into your memory. The man fucks beautifully. You could watch him fuck you into a mess for hours.
You're a fucked out mess, but you cant help but smile at him as he continues his harsh thrusts. His eyes darken at you smiling for him.
"You take me so well. You fucking love it when i wreck this pussy. You've never had it this good" he grunts. His hand releases one of your legs and begins trailing it up to your breast.
"Don't move that fucking leg. Keep it there" he commands.
Pinching you nipple before his hand goes up to grip your throat. His fingers applying pressure to just the right spots to restrict your already labored breaths.
Mouth open, drool falling down your cheek you can only moan louder. He knows you love when he chokes you. His hand covers your throat entirely. Your hands come up to cover his. Tightening over his hand to grip you that much tighter.
"Fuckk…" he groans. " You're fucking perfect y/n. Cum on daddy's cock. Cum for me sweet girl."
You were already there but hearing him tell you just makes your release come that much quicker. Your pussy tightens on his cock, and that sweet white hot sensation shoots through you, you cum with a scream, drenching his thighs and bed. He fucks you threw it. The wet, squelching sounds are so dirty its turning you on even more.
His hand slides up to your face to hook his thumb in your cheek, pulling down on your jaw he leans forward, pressing his cock into you more. Still fucking in and in and in. Your wetness making it easier for him to shove every inch of himself inside you.
Pressing his face to yours, you breathe each other in, Your mouth still open he spits in it and watches as you swallow it with no complaint. He can feel you get even wetter.
"That's a good fucking girl, swallow what daddy gives you, you ready for my cum baby?" His thrusts begin to lose the rhythm he had set.
"I'm cumming in this sweet dirty mouth of yours" With a few more hard, deep thrusts he pulls out of you and moves up your body.
His beautiful cock releasing into your mouth. Hot and thick, you love his taste, greedily trying to get every drop.
"Fuck" he groans watching you drink him up like its all you've been wanting all day. (it was)
He moves from between your legs to lay beside you. Your now numb and tingly legs slide back down to the bed.
You're panting and trembling. Your body on fire with pleasure. Your pussy clenching form the loss of his cock, squeezing around nothing.
You manage to turn to him and watch as he grips his cock, cleaning your combined juices off. He turns to you, lifting that same hand and wiping along your chin where drops of his cum have landed. Gathering it he pushed his fingers in your mouth.
"Suck" he says.
You do. Moaning at the taste of your sex. You release his fingers after you've cleaned them off. He then pulls you to him, his arm going under your head as you nestle into him. His fingers run threw your sweat matted hair. Moving it from you face.
"I didn't go to hard did i Schatje?" he asks.
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Celebrity Gossip Mag
Leak Number 2 is here!! We'll be having a listen and coming back to discuss in detail."
Follow the link below! Happy listening.
LEAKED SONG INCOMING
PORNSTAR - Yn/Ln
I wanna watch you like a movie I wanna put you on the stage I wanna know what you did to me I wanna put you on the tape
Flashing red light (Baby, baby, baby) Baby, you're a star Fuck me all night (Show me, show me, show me) Show me who you are
Pornst-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ar Pornst-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ar Show me who you ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-are Pornst-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ar
I wanna hear you talking dirty I wanna see it on your face I wanna feel you put the work in I wanna watch you entertain
Flashing red light (Baby, baby, baby) Baby, you're a star Fuck me all night (Show me, show me, show me) Show me who you are
Pornst-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ar (Pornstar) Pornst-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ar (Star) Show me who you ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-are (Are) Pornst-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ar (Star)
Pornstar (Ah, ah, ah, ah) Pornstar (Ah, ah, ah, ah) Show me who you ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-are (Ah, ah, ah, ah) Pornstar (Ah, ah, ah, ah) (Ah, ah, ah, ah) Baby, baby, baby
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@landosWIFEY: Yeah i knew lando had rizz. @Y/nsNumber1: My queen! i know shes getting fkn railed. loving it for her. @user5974: Are we sure this is about Lando? neither song fits his vibes? lol @formul4babie: @user5974 im think the same thing!!! @user444: Wow. Bitch is horny AF. @papayapiastri: shes one lucky girl. Shes obviously getting it good. i'm jelly. but is it lando? @anon584: the amount of likes is crazy @Ferraifwend1655: moooom shes at it again! @user6970: so the mystery man fucks like a pornstar. @Fewnorrisell: Landddooooooo Norris you dawg! @user696969: So i isolated the vocals and i'm pretty sure this genius recorded her and this man fucking! Those moans in the background are legit!! Isolated vocals on my page!!
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Welp thats part 2. hope you enjoy :)
Also disclaimer: I don’t own the song! Nessa Barrett does!!
Lions and Music
MV/LN x Reader
Just something floating in my head tonight. Yn is a singer/actress who's laptop with unreleased songs is stolen. The songs are about people in her life. Past. Present and foreseeable future?
See what happens when they begin to get leaked and her fans and haters get an even closer look at her life through her music.
Also of course it’s Formula1 related! :)
Well here we go…..
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Celebrity GossipMag
Breaking: Singer/Actress Yn/Ln’s home has been burglarized while young IT girl away was filming for new Netflix show.
A source close to the young singer says the home was broken into in the early hours of this morning. Luckily no one was in the home at the time of the robbery but sadly valuables were taken from the home.
Among these items were jewelry, designer handbags, cash and various electronics. But the source says the main concern is… a missing laptop. Not just any laptop, you know the one. Y/n mentioned it in a recent interview "It's almost like my diary, but it’s songs ive written for different people at different times in my life. Some are happy, some are sad, some are dirty and some are just plain mean. No ones’s spared.”Quote from recent Vogue Jan. 2024 issue).
If you follow her music you know the singer often writes about life experiences and sometimes her personal relationships (she's had plenty! Some more controversial then others.) We have to wonder who made the cut? Who could have a song or two on this laptop? Could it be old beau Drew Starkey? Joe Kerry? Rumored older man Sebastian Stan among others(bad girl) or could it be her most recent rumored man? A certain papaya wearing Formula 1 Driver? The two were crossing paths quite often last year but we could never confirm the gossip.
Our source tells us Yn/Ln's team is in shambles. Unreleased music is potentially out there that the singer/actress seems to have had no intention of releasing. How bad can it be y/n?
Our team will be covering this story and providing more details as we receive them. Let’s hope our "close source" stays close.
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The headlines were every where, one of her songs got leaked.
"This. Is. A. Fucking. Nightmare!" Y/n said into her phone. She wasn't even at home yet but from what she was told - the house was trashed. She had let her team sort it, to gutted to see the violation her personal space had went through. She had to sell the place now.
Walking in to her hotel room she switched the tv on and threw herself on the couch.
"Why does crap like this happen to me!" she continued.
"You have to relax, i cant imagine what you’re feeling right now, But you cant keep stressing over this." her manager Neal said.
She groaned.
“You know the media is gonna says its about him! It's gonna bring all his fangirls back to my socials. My Instagram comments were finally easing up with the death threats. The guy tore me apart, but im the one who got the hate. Now he's gonna be on cloud fucking nine, thinking I’m stuck on him. Everyone will assume it’s about him. I was done, I moved on, had my single time and got back out there. I have the bestest Boyfriend ever, It's going great and now this happens. Poor guy is gonna be scared away. Thank god he's busy at the moment" She said watching the cars on the tv.
She couldn't help what she wrote - it just happened. It was the only way to lay feelings to rest at times. Most of her songs were flirty, sexy fun, but the last ones..
Her last relationship had really put her through it. It started out like magic, then it slowly turned into something dark. The media and his fans started catching wind of it and just turned it into something twisted. He soon didn't want to be seen with her, she was hidden away in a corner, watching from the outside as he kept the playboy image "he wasn't ready to make it official, but he only had eyes for you"
She never used to be the girl that would let a guy walk all over her, but i guess every girl has that one person that puts you under their spell.
She was now seeing someone knew, boy did it take some convincing on his part at first. The man was persistent. Since she first met him she always found him attractive, and his confidence when it came to pursing her was hot as hell.
She kept him at arms length for months, she didn't want to start anything but the man would not leave her alone, and soon enough she was talking to him every day and night. Both of them secretly flying to each other’s homes for friendly visits. But his persistence paid off and once it did, the man could get her on her back, her knees, on the counter, bent over a car… you get the picture. They were electric. She did still have some lingering insecurities because of her ex, waiting for something to ruin her happiness again. But its been almost a year of secrecy and they were it. She knew it.
They were making plans together, how to ease into a more public relationship. He would definitely put her more in the spotlight. He was kind of a big deal.
The drama would be there just because of who they were to each other, but now he would hear not only things written about himself, but about her ex.
"Y/n im sure he will understand. I think if you just talk to him, give the guy a little warning on what else could come. Maybe go visit? You've wrapped up filming with OBX, we cleared your schedule for the next couple weeks. He's been wanting you to go visit. Go" Neal said.
"I don- -" she started.
"Go! If the worse happens, and it all comes out. It wont be as bad as you think. Your fans have always wanted more music from you anyway. We can spin this to your favor. Just go and spend time with that filthy man of yours, and dont worry about his reaction. I've heard some of the songs you wrote about him. He will NOT hate it. No guy would, not that the guy needs it but it will be an ego boost…..I just want your two hands on me at all times baby, if y- -
"STOOOOP" she shouted in embarrassment. Her cheeks flushing. Hearing her manager singing her lyrics back to her was not on her bingo card this year.
He chuckles "Im just trying to make my point, He wont have a thing to worry about if any of songs about him come out. The other guy however…yikes."
Y/n sighed.
"Seeing him would be nice” she said.
"It's already booked babe" he said.
You smiled, so like Neal to know you were gonna cave.
"Guess i got some packing to do.. send me the details, and we'll talk later about how we could spin this."
LEAKED SONG INCOMING
Mustang Baby - Yn/Ln
I just wanna be that little Mustang I can make your heart race, baby (baby, baby) Kiss me doin' 90 on the highway You can make a good girl crazy (crazy, crazy)
You're such a cowboy, baby And I've never been anywhere I like the gold on your tooth And you like the wind in my hair I've never tasted freedom You live so wild and free You lit a fire, somethin' wild in me
I just wanna be that little Mustang I can make your heart race, baby (baby, baby) Kiss me doin' 90 on the highway You can make a good girl crazy (crazy, crazy) Mustang, Mustang, Mustang baby Good girl, good girl, good girl, crazy I just wanna be that little Mustang Be your little Mustang, baby
I just wanna drive a little Mustang I want her to feel it in her bones We get loud, no, she don't wanna slow dance And I think that it's pretty when she moans Ridin' shotgun, put your hands up Fuck you on the 101, mm-mm Fuck me on the 101, ah-ah, ah-ah, ah
I just wanna be that little Mustang I can make your heart race, baby (baby, baby) Kiss me doin' 90 on the highway You can make a good girl crazy (crazy, crazy) Mustang, Mustang, Mustang baby Good girl, good girl, good girl, crazy I just wanna be that little Mustang Be your little Mustang, baby
Baby, baby, baby, baby, baby, baby Mustang, baby, Mustang, Mustang Mustang, baby, baby, baby
Say I'm your favorite cowgirl And I'll let you ride it all night Show me how bad you want it (ooh, oh) From sunset to the sunrise Ridin' shotgun with my hands up Fuck me on the 101 ('01), ah-ah Fuck me on the 101, ah-ah, ah-ah, ah
I just wanna be that little Mustang I can make your heart race, baby (baby, baby) Kiss me doin' 90 on the highway You can make a good girl crazy (crazy, crazy) Mustang, Mustang, Mustang baby Good girl, good girl, good girl, crazy I just wanna be that little Mustang Be your little Mustang, baby Baby, baby, baby
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CelebGoss - It's happened! The first leak of many we are sure, has come out! Yn/Ln why were you keeping this from us, and it looks like we got a featured artist as well on this one! Who do we think this is about? We have a obvious guess but what do you think? Have a listen at the link below and drop your thoughts in the comments" 432,967 likes 324,987 comments
@landoswhoreis: Sooo desperate to get back with lando, its embarrassing. @Y/nsNumber1: Hate that it came out without her putting it out herself. But damn do it love it! My Hot AF Queen. Go off! @quadfour: I'd Fk to this. @user50384: Are we sure this about Lando? @formulahottie: @user50384 Who else would it be about? @nor1sslover: @lando kissing her doing 90 on the highway is dangerous sir! @papayapiastri: @nor1sslover tagging him is just messy lol @anoyngirl: this dropped 4 minutes ago, the amount of likes is crazy @Ferraifwend1655: Mustang? girl its a Mclaren. @user8970: "say im your favorite cowgirl.. i'll let you ride it all night"!! GAWWD! @Fewnorrisell: if the rumors were true, he's regretting letting her go after hearing this! @landfandom4: @Fewnorrisell Maybe they're together still! We never got confirmation if they were together or not. Only rumors!
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Maybe another part soon! Also disclaimer: I don’t own the song! Nessa Barrett does!!
wrong carvajal | lando norris x carvajal!reader
summary; when lando is going to barcelona for the grand prix and decides to text his new friend carvajal, but apparently he got the wrong number
fc; rita mota
warnings; english is not my first language
taglist; @thef1diary @bigsimperika @shobaes @d3kstar @stinkyjax @the-untamed-soul @bibissparkles @judespoision @weekendlusting @formula1mount @tremendousstarlighttragedy
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yn’s phone
lando’s phone
mate
is there any chance you gave me
the wrong number?
landooooo
probably why
*sends screenshot*
JAJAJAJAJAJAJAJAJA
what number do you have
+34 *** *** ***
that’s my sister’s
sorry
just change the last digit to a
2 and you got it
thanks
now moving on….you have a sister
don’t even think about it
kay😞
yncarvajal
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yncarvajal your sign to go spend your summer w @rhode 🎀
rhode 🎀☀️💞🫶✨
yncarvajal ily💋☀️🫶💞
user1 she really is the it girl i fear
judebellingham looking like shit
yncarvajal sftu
user2 this friendship is everything to me
landonorris 😦
yncarvajal not you again
yourbestfriend you are glowing babe i miss you😔
yncarvajal me and ykw miss you too, just two more days💋💋💋
yn’s phone
landonorris
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landonorris partying in spain is always a wild experience🔥 you look cute btw
user1 i see what you did there
user2 he was hanging out with the real madrid players
user3 was yn there??
user2 some people said they saw her making jude take pictures of her
user4 as she should
dani.carvajal.2 always a pleasure
landonorris looking forward to do it again😁
dani.carvajal.2 i know what you’re looking forward to
landonorris 😳
judebellingham don’t make me regret finding you cool mate
yncarvajal
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yncarvajal while the boys were messing around 🍸
judebellingham dawn i wish i was a boy
yncarvajal shut up, i deserve every favor you do for me
user1 she just confirmed it
user2 go girl, make the famous footballer do the work
user3 is so iconic how lando runs to like her posts and she doesn’t even follow him😭😭
user4 homeboy is struggling
landonorris hey (louder than everyone else)
user5 he ain’t getting anything acting like these
user6 never beating the norriz allegations
yn’s phone
part two will be out after the race, let’s see if lando gets a podium and a date💞✨🎀🫶 love you all, sorry for the long break 🥲
I need frando rec fics, any recommendations?
𝒇𝒆𝒅 𝒖𝒑 — lando norris x f!reader
summary: lando has been fed up with Y/N’s bratty attitude, unfortunately for her, he finally bursts out.
content warning: (non proofread) smut, p in v, fingering, cunnilingus, heavy degradation, spanking, swearing (literally starts under the cut), unprotected sex, edging, overstimulation, and a hint of fluff at the end!
guys pls don’t bully me this is the first time i’ve written a full smut fic 😔 if you aren’t into hardcore shit this is your final warning to leave!
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“You fucking bitch.” As soon as the door was slammed shut, Lando grips her by the neck from behind, turning her around to face him.
“I’ve had enough of your fucking attitude, and your act earlier was the last straw.” His jaw clenched out of frustration and looked her dead in the eyes.
A few hours ago, they went on a date and it was scorching hot. Y/N wasn’t a big fan of the heat— it made her super annoyed, and annoyed she was for the whole entirety of their date.
Lando tried to be patient, trying his best to attend to her needs even if some were out of reach.
And here she was, giving Lando puppy eyes in hopes of him having mercy.
Lando dragged her to the bedroom, “O-ow! Lando, that hurts!” Y/N winced, her body being forced to follow his harsh actions.
“Now you decide to fucking speak after giving me silent treatment on the way home?” He slams her on the bed and she whines, still giving him puppy eyes.
“Those eyes aren’t gonna work on me, fucking bitch.” He aggressively pushes his lips into hers, teeth clashing and tongues fighting. Y/N tries to pull away, but Lando is quick enough to grip her cheeks to restrain her from doing so.
When Lando finally pulls away, she takes this as an opportunity to catch her breath.
“W-wait!” Y/N pleads as he practically rips off her shorts and top, leaving her in her underwear. He, too takes off his shirt and pants also leaving him in his underwear.
“Shut up.” Lando says under his breath, pushing her legs open. “Keep these legs fucking open, ‘kay?” He slaps her inner thigh, making her jolt at the sudden contact.
“Sit up.” He commands and Y/N obeys, resting her back against the headboard while keeping her legs open.
Lando lays on his stomach and positions himself in front of her pussy.
Gently, he placed kisses on her inner thigh while his free hand teased the other.
Y/N’s breaths were stuttering, feeling ticklish at his touch. She wanted more— she needed more.
“Lando please..” She croaked out in a soft, trembling voice, afraid of what his response may be. “Please what? Hmm?” He taunts, looking up at her.
He pulls away from her thigh and focuses on inching closer to her pussy, a wet patch evidently marking on her underwear. Lando smirks, “Already so fucking wet? What a slut.” He mocks and slaps her pussy, earning a moan from the female. He watched the wet patch grew larger and Lando laughed even more.
He teases a finger on her clit, still keeping her underwear on. He licks on the wet patch and Y/N’s mouth hangs open. “P-please..” She begs in a small voice.
Lando pulls her underwear to the side to reveal her wet, desperate pussy. He brings his finger to her clit, rubbing it in painfully slow circles. Y/N looks at him, biting her lip out of frustration.
“Look at this pussy.. So fucking wet, so desperate for me. Yeah? Isn’t that right?” Lando looks at her, applying pressure on her clit. She nods, accepting the fact that she was desperate for his touch.
Unsatisfied with her answer, he slaps her pussy once more. “Speak when you’re spoken to.” Y/N lets out a moan, almost a scream from how sensitive she is. “F-fuck, yes! Fuck p-please, I need your fingers.”
Lando, feeling a tinge of sympathy, removes her underwear to fully reveal her pussy. He teases her entrance with his finger, coating it with her wetness.
Y/N pushes herself down onto his fingers, in attempt to feel stretched out by at least just one finger.
“Needy little bitch. That’s what you want? Fine, fuck yourself on my fingers.” Lando sits up and gets on his knees, finger still inside her.
Y/N, left with no choice yet with such desperation, obeys and starts fucking herself on his digits.
She moans out, and even louder when he adds another and curls it inside her. Lando rubs her clit with his thumb, making her go crazy. “Sh-shit, that feels so good.” She manages to say between her shaky moans.
She picks up the pace, slowly feeling a knot form in her abdomen.
“I’m gonna c-cum, please let me cum.” Y/N begs, looking at Lando.
“You aren’t cumming yet.” He pulls out his fingers and pushes her down on the bed, then aggressively pulls her legs closer to his face to eat her out.
He sinks down onto her, licking a long stripe then stopping at her clit to suck it.
Y/N cries out, finally taking in what she’s been craving for. Lando sucks harder upon hearing her moans, then shoving two fingers in her.
Her jaw hangs open, unable to produce another sound from all the pleasure her body is receiving. Eventually, she feels a familiar sensation in her abdomen— causing her thighs to tighten around Lando’s head.
Lando pushes her legs down and looks up at her, pulling away from her pussy.
Y/N whines, the feeling of pleasure being ripped away from her once more.
Lando gets on his knees and takes her by the waist, aggressively turning her around to put her in all fours.
“P-please..” Was all she could say, “Ass up.” He places a hard slap on her ass and she jolts.
“Do I have to repeat myself?” Two slaps were given, and tears were starting to form in the corners of her eyes— overwhelmed and overstimulated from everything that was happening.
Pissed off, Lando grabbed her hair and shoved her head in the pillows with no remorse. Y/N hiccuped, tears streaming down her face.
Lando gets rid of his underwear, freeing his dick from the restraints. He gives her ass a firm squeeze before shoving his dick in her with no warning, forcefully fitting his thick cock.
Y/N practically screams at the sudden action, the first thrust hitting her cervix causing her tears to shed even more.
“Where’s the bratty little bitch from earlier? Hmm?” Lando asks in a demeaning tone, his rhythm going faster. “I-I’m so— s-sorry, baby p-please!” She sobs out, regretting all she has done— but it was definitely too late.
He slaps her ass again, but this time much harder. Y/N was helpless, gripping on the pillows like her life depended on it. With every thrust, her body was starting to become limp.
Her mind wasn’t processing anything. Only sobs, moans, and whines were coming out of her mouth— her poor pussy severely overstimulated.
Lando pulls her hair, causing her head to jerk upwards. “Fucked out that little brain of yours?”
She doesn’t answer, only sobbing and moaning from the pleasure. “S-sorry, baby I’m s— s-sorry! I wanna cum pl-lease!” She managed to say in between sobs, catching her breath.
He lets go of her hair, limp body falling down on the bed like a rag doll. Lando lets out a laugh, picking up the pace even more.
Y/N’s voice was growing hoarse from all cries and screams she was letting out, and she knew Lando wasn’t gonna stop anytime soon.
The knot in her abdomen forms again for the third time, and she secretly hoped that it would finally release for that night.
“C-cum.. I’m gon— gonna c-cum!” She cries even harder, the pillows visibly wet from her tears and sweat.
“Hmm? The little bitch is gonna cum?” Lando mocks, his thrust going at an ungodly pace. His grip on her hips tighten, pushing it down for him to go even deeper.
“Go cum.” With Lando’s command, Y/N’s most awaited release comes instantly, pleasure immediately washing over her.
He pulls out, her juices gushing out of her entrance. Y/N’s legs shake, her body completely surrendering to collapse. Eyes were half lidded, breaths still shaky and tears were still flowing ever so slightly.
Lando takes a look at her state and a wave of regret instantly surges over his mind.
He sinks beside her on the bed, taking her in his arms. He rests her head on his chest, stroking her hair.
“You s-still love me, right..?” She croaks out, sniffling as she looked up to meet his eyes.
Lando, with a concerned look on his face, wipes her remaining tears away. “My love, I will always love you. I didn’t mean to be so aggressive, especially with my words. I’m sorry baby.” He looks at her endearingly, moving her hair away from her face.
“Are you hurt?” He asks, scanning her body for any bruises. “My ass hurts..” She whines, turning her body slightly to show the red marks he previously made.
“My poor baby.” He pouts and grazes his hand over the marks, making Y/N wince.
“Do you want me to draw you a bath, or would you like to stay like this for a little more?” Lando places a hand on her cheek, stroking it lightly.
“We can stay like this for a while.” She takes his hand on her cheek, intertwining it with her hand.
After a few minutes, Y/N dozed off— embraced in her lover’s arms.
── .✦
NEED ME? ━ L.N
in which you’re on vacation with your ex boyfriend, the only man who’s been able to make you cum in recent times.
warnings; smut, unprotected sex, eavesdropping, cocky lando, ex lovers, conversations of masturbation and inability to orgasm, hair pulling, oral both receiving, overstimulation, praise, slight degradation, choking ect.
it was a throw away question. one lando probably shouldn’t have brushed off.
“you’re sure you’re fine with her coming?” max had asked so casually despite it being on this tip of his tongue for the last hour, eyes not lifting from his phone to see the way lando looked at him with raised eyebrows.
the driver said your name in confusion, even chuckled. “of course. why wouldn’t i be?” lando followed; a rhetorical question. he knew why max was asking such thing.
he watched as max shrugged, hummed mindlessly as if he didn’t have a response prepared.
“wouldn’t catch me wanting to share a roof with my ex,” max mused; putting his phone down and finally meeting lando’s eyes, glare more so, quick to put his hands up in defence. “just saying. something to think about,” max quickly added.
he had his best friends best interest at heart.
“so what? we tell her she can’t come?” lando scoffed, shaking his head as he leant back into the seat he was occupying. “we’re friends. hasn’t been an issue before.” lando dismissed.
and he wasn’t lying. you’d broken up almost a year ago, which was concerning at first considering you shared the same friend group. were friends before lovers.
but it worked, you’d remained friends. saw each other every now and then, in a group setting. you weren’t as close, obviously, but it wasn’t awkward.
“no i know,” max huffed; even rolling his eyes. “maybe two villa’s is something to think about, that’s all.” max shrugged once more. he wasn’t just thinking of lando, but you as well, his other dear friend.
the brit shook his head, not giving in to the worry max seemed to hold. “not necessary. no different than being at the same hotel.” lando concluded.
he’d seen you on nights out, had conversations with you on boats; you still got an invite and paddock pass to his home race.
there was nothing to worry about. if you two weren’t capable of being friends, such thing would’ve been exposed.
that’s what lando thought anyways.
standing on the deck of a ten bedroom villa in the south of france however, he realised maybe he should’ve considered max’s words more carefully.
small doses of you seemed to differ from your constant presence.
the break up was civil, lando was grateful for such thing. it’d been him who ended things, purely because he felt as if he couldn’t give you the time you deserve. it was a cop out, he feared, realising things were almost too good between the pair of you.
he wasn’t sure he could commit to putting you through a relationship where you wouldn’t get the time and treatment you deserved.
you took it well, an angel in fact; you wanted to hate him for it. but you couldn’t bring yourself too. selfless enough to put the peace of your mutual friends and him first. plus, losing him entirely left a bitter taste in your mouth.
you’d mourned the relationship, cried in private and cursed him to your best friend; and moved on. well, appeared to have.
it went unspoken, amongst the group; in front of you two at least, and between you two as well. not exactly something you were ready to laugh at yet. it just seemed to go… unaddressed.
until it was night two, dinner at a fancy restaurant with maybe a few too many bottles of wine meant piling into ubers to get back to the villa.
it sort of just happened, lando shuffling into the car behind you; leaving you in the middle of him and max; pietra on max’s lap and tom in the front.
your senses were consumed of him immediately, not able to avoid him considering you were practically pressed into his side in an attempt to give pietra enough room.
you glanced up at him once, smiling sheepishly to see his eyes already on you.
“you still wear it,” lando hummed casually, pinky finger reaching to brush over the bracelet he’d bought you a few months into your relationship, grazing your wrist as he did so.
your cheeks went a shade of pink at the observation, and if it weren’t for the fact you were wine drunk you probably would’ve made up an excuse as to why the piece of metal still found it’s way onto your wrist everyday.
“it’s my favourite,” you replied; glancing down at the piece as your hand moved to fiddle with it, small smile playing on your lips.
you missed the grin spread on lando’s face, a sense of pride fulfilling him as he recounted the stress it had caused him just picking out the damn bracelet. he was relieved to see you still wearing it, for some reason.
“i’ve got good taste.” lando bragged, eyes practically begging for yours to meet his again; smiling in amusement when they did as you nudged him.
you were suddenly even more aware of the closeness, the way your knees were touching, how his arm had stretched to rest over the headrest behind you. it was forced proximity sure, but an odd sense of familiarity that you hadn’t felt in a while was accompanying it.
“most of the time,” you mused, earning a nudge back ━ which had a giggle escaping you, one you attempted to hush; not wanting to draw attention to you and lando’s conversation.
if it did, the others in the car would’ve seen the way lando’s face lit up at the sound. he hadn’t made you laugh like that in months, he’d forgotten how good it felt to do so.
he’d almost forgotten how easy you were to be around. how easy it was to fall for you in the first place.
it was as if the universe was punishing him for such thing, because suddenly you were all he could think about once more.
that night, he was simply relaxing in his room; when you came waltzing in.
“p,” your voice hummed as you knocked; pushing the door open before lando could muster a response from inside. “do you have my top━ oh shit, sorry!” you’d cut yourself short when you found yourself standing in lando’s room. not pietra and max’s.
who was luckily just lounging on the bed in his joggers, not far from switching the lamp off and going to sleep.
but he had been shocked to see you enter his room in just a towel.
“you’re fine,” lando chuckled; having sit up. “we swapped rooms this morning… figured they should have a private bathroom,” lando explained; watching as your face softened in some sort of relief.
you hadn’t been crazy. regardless, still embarrassed; the redness on your cheeks clear as you nodded, cringing ever so slightly.
“right; my bad, sorry,” you repeated; not even wanting to imagine what else you could’ve walked in on.
lando simply chuckled, shaking his head as his eyes glanced over your figure just once; unable to help himself. having to swallow to not let himself think back to what he knows is underneath the towel keeping you modest.
“i’m gonna go,” you declared; sheepishly smiling as you turned on your heel; cringing once more now that you were out of sight, not hiding the urgency as you practically fled his room and slammed the door behind you.
lando hadn’t realised he was holding his breath until you left, body relaxing as he flopped back onto the mattress; a curse leaving his lips.
the next morning, you were there again. obviously. yet he couldn’t see you, nor could you see him. so technically he was eavesdropping; but it hadn’t been on purpose.
lando was out on his balcony first, which was above yours it appeared; mindlessly scrolling through his phone before arabella’s voice became audible, who you were rooming with this trip.
“since when did nicolas get ripped,” she’d posed to you, peering at the man who was dipping in the pool; your eyes following her gaze from where you both sat in deck chairs; smoothies in hand.
“he’s always been cute,” you pointed out; shrugging ever so slightly as you adjusted the sunglasses atop your head, rolling your eyes the moment you caught glance of arabella’s grin.
“and he’s always been into you.” arabella chimed, and you should’ve expected her to steer the conversation in such direction.
lando whoever, who hadn’t scrolled past the tik tok which was playing for the fourth time now, had not expected such words.
his eyebrows furrowed in confusion. you and nicolas? yeah right. you two were close friends, he knew that much. but nothing more. surely not.
“we’re friends bella,” you dismissed; shaking your head. slightly flirty friends as of recent, you’d admit. but just friends.
“so? doesn’t have to stay that way,” arabella had grinned ━ and lando felt betrayed; as if it should be him the pair of you were talking about. not nicolas.
“yes it does.” you laughed. “i’m not dating within the friend group ever again,” you spoke in such certainty it had lando confused, he didn’t think it faired that bad the first time.
but he also wasn’t opposed to your declaration. not that he was close to nicolas, in fact he probably knew him the least. but he was a brother of a childhood friend, who’d tagged along the last few trips. and lando had no complaints of the guy.
“don’t be silly,” arabella huffed. “i’m not saying fall in love with him. just that he could end the sex drought you’re stuck in.” arabella hummed, your eyes widening as you hit her softly.
“what? no one can hear us!” arabella spoke dramatically, and you rolled your eyes; no argument because you figured she was right.
however she wasn’t, because lando was still listening. and his interest had suddenly spiked.
“i am not… stuck in a sex drought,” you huffed; not sounding one bit convincing as you glanced at the pool. “men just suck. i’ve given up on having an orgasm.” your words were dramatic, and playful, but still a bit of truth to them.
suddenly lando felt guilty for overhearing, or purposefully listening, but he couldn’t help but be intrigued.
your words made no sense to him; considering nights with you would always lead to multiple orgasms for both of you.
and it wasn’t as if you were short on options.
“gotta do everything yourself these days,” arabella sighed out dramtically in agreement; but she had a boyfriend, and your friendship with the girl wasn’t one for many secrets; you knew she was only ‘relating’ out of sympathy.
truth was; since lando, nothing or no one could compare. not even your own damn fingers.
“can’t even get myself off.” you huffed out almost ashamed, and you only whined when you met arabella’s shocked eyes and slack jaw.
lando suddenly felt intrusive, and flustered from the idea of you touching yourself; one he’d grown familiar with due to long distance. suddenly he was standing and ready to walk himself inside in his room.
“is your body like… broken?” arabella sounded bewildered, and you could only huff.
you’d blame it on stress, or any of your medication if it was possible; you’ve heard stories, knew there could be many reasons as to why your sex drive and urges have suddenly changed. none aligned with your circumstances however.
“just deprived i think,” you sighed.
lando needed to get his mind off your sexual need’s immediately, deciding to go on a run with max to occupy himself. to get you off his mind.
and it worked, until he got back to the villa. hot and out of breath, he found himself in the kitchen ━ pouring a glass of water with ice, eyes wandering out the fold out doors that exposed the luxurious back yard. decking, sun lounges, a pool; and his closest friends.
and his ex girlfriend. in a little bikini. with another man’s hands on her.
he couldn’t help but scoff at the sight, you resting on your stomach as nicolas rubbed sunscreen into your back ━ watching as you grinned and spoke up to him momentarily. you were flirting, he knew that look.
his takeaways from his… eavesdropping, was that you didn’t plan to pursue nicolas. so what the fuck was this?
he wanted to laugh, you were going to seek answers to your problems in nicolas? he almost felt offended; if you needed good sex so badly he felt as if he was the obvious candidate.
“careful mate, you’re staring,” max’s words snapped lando out of his thoughts; causing him to glare at the man quickly, bringing his glass to his lips, unaware that his grip was so tight his knuckles were white.
max’s amusement only escalated, eyebrows raising as he chuckled quietly.
“i wasn’t.” lando murmured, leaning back against the counter. “just didn’t know that was a thing,” he tried to shrug off; eyes returning to where you now sat up, rubbing sunscreen into nicolas’s back now.
had he been oblivious to the pair of you?
“i don’t think it is.” max shrugged, following lando’s gaze momentarily, not overanalysing the sight. everyone was friends here.
lando looked to max in doubt, to check if he was being serious.
“does it matter if it is?” max questioned, sassily too, almost a challenge; and lando was quick to scoff ━ mustering up the best chuckle he could to appear as unbothered as he wanted to be.
“no,” the mclaren driver answered almost too quickly, clearing his throat slightly. “i hope it is. would be a good match,” he overcompensated; left to only flip max off as he chuckled and hummed unconvincingly.
“whatever you say,” max mused.
lando wished he was being honest, but as time passed by it became quite clear he was lying.
dinner that night you were sat at opposite ends of the long table, like usual; regardless, lando’s eyes were trained on you for the majority of the night.
you and nicolas of course. who’d snagged the seat next to you.
forced to watch as you shared food, laughed and chattered away in your own little world.
lando felt sick from the sight; that used to be him. should be him. and while he could only blame himself for it not being him, it was a cruel reminder of what he’d lost.
he felt utterly helpless however, because there was nothing he could do.
he couldn’t even express his dismay to anyone as he watched nicolas help you in the car. left to watch as you both giggled and stumbled up to the villa ahead of the group.
he wanted to intervene, to make his presence known to hopefully at least make it awkward. but he couldn’t bring himself too.
not when you’d been such an angel in the breakup, made things so easy for him from the start of the relationship to now. it just wouldn’t be fair to ruin this for you.
even though it was all he wanted to do.
he noted how you two were first off to go ‘sleep’ that night, halfway through the movie that had been put on. and he suddenly wished he’d downed a few more glasses of red at the restaurant, maybe then he wouldn’t have the capacity to brainstorm up everything and anything you and nicolas could be doing tonight.
he wasn’t going to say it was what kept him up, tossing and turning and unable to fall asleep; but it definitely played on his mind.
it was starting to make sense to him at least; he hadn’t been around you without distractions since the breakup. it suddenly became clear how helpful those distractions are.
3:42 the clock read.
lando hadn’t gotten a second of shut eye, and after two hours of laying there; he conceded. deciding to get a glass of water as if that would be the solution to all his problems.
instead he was just met with the problem itself; you.
surprise, surprise. nicolas was not the answer to your prayers.
you were already keen to tell arabella ‘i told you so’ when you returned to your room. having spent the night in nicolas’.
he was a nice guy, until the clothes came off.
it was nothing new, you on top; he came. you didn’t. he then tried to get you to finish with his fingers, and you faked an orgasm when it became clear he wasn’t finding your clit any time soon.
your frustrations had now multiplied, it felt pathetic. you were ready to give up.
you snuck out the moment he fell asleep, in the kitchen to get a glass of water and for a few moments to yourself.
“shouldn’t be surprised you’re up,” lando made his presence known, having debated running back to his room when he noticed you occupying the kitchen.
typical.
“needed a drink,” you hummed sheepishly; and for some reason when your eyes met his you felt intimidated; as if you needed refuge, turning back around to the fridge to fill your cup up with ice.
maybe it was because you were already sexually frustrated. or the fact you were stood with your ex boyfriend after sneaking out of another guys room.
“same,” lando hummed; moving behind you to grab a glass for himself, and you could feel him waiting behind you as you poured water into the glass.
“nice night?” lando asked when you moved aside so he too could fill his glass, not looking at you for the time being so you wouldn’t decipher the motives in the question. he didn’t need you to know how concerned he was with your night.
you nodded quickly, humming as you still had a mouth full of water, leaning against the counter now.
“yeah, yeah,” you spoke; pursing your lips. it had been. until it wasn’t. “restaurant was lovely,” you smiled; shifting on your feet slightly as you took in his appearance, even in the dull lightly.
his messy curls that look slept on, slightly tired eyes. he looked cozy.
lando nodded, so much on the tip of his tongue. maybe if it was a different hour of the day he’d have the common sense to not speak his mind, but he was slightly sleep deprived and going insane from his own thoughts.
“you know my balcony is above yours,” lando told you; randomly, your eyebrows furrowing ━ coughing out a slight laugh. you weren’t sure where this conversation was going to lead, your guess was awkward silence. not him blurting out something… irrelevant.
it took a few moments for it to dawn on you, the slight curve of lando’s lips into a smirk causing your eyes to widen in realisation.
you’d only been out on the balcony once today.
“oh my god,” you mumbled; cringing as he chuckled, shaking his head ever so slightly. “shut up!” you whisper yelled, leaning forward to whack his arm, which only had him laughing once more as his hands flew up in defence.
“i wasn’t eavesdropping! i swear,” lando mused, shaking his head as your eyebrows raised.
“great, so you just happened to hear all about my sad sex life,” you huffed, and lando couldn’t help the small smile that was refusing to leave his lips; always having adored the sight of you flustered and sheepish.
it didn’t help, the sight of you wearing what seemed to be just an oversized shirt. reminiscent of how his shirts would drape over your body.
“yeah,” lando confirmed sympathetically, causing you to whack him again; no force in your actions as you groaned audibly.
you couldn’t think of anyone you’d rather not hear that conversation; ever so grateful you hadn’t been completely honest with arabella.
you would die of humiliation if you’d told her how you compared every man to lando, how you found no one was able to make you feel anywhere near as good.
but regardless, there was a level of comfort. you trusted the man in front of you.
“nicolas though hm?” lando spoke light heartedly, reminding you of the man you’d just been in bed with.
was it bad he’d slipped your mind completely? having forgotten that he was who sparked such conversation this morning.
“did he make you cum?” his follow up question had you dumbfounded, having not expected such blunt words as your lips parted. “can i ask that?” lando added with a reassuring laugh. but you knew that look in his eyes.
they were darker than usual, he was staring at you intently; practically begging you to step closer.
“no,” you cleared your throat, opting for honesty. “he didn’t.” you huffed, eyes avoiding his for a moment as if you were ashamed. as if it was your fault.
the relief lando felt was pathetic, not that he wished a bad time upon you. or anyone for that matter. but god it felt like the door had been swung right open for him.
he was right; of course nicolas wasn’t going to do it for you.
“i know you can make yourself cum.” lando chimed, pushing himself off the counter and taking a couple steps towards you; ridding any distance as he stood in front of you. “used to be able to at least, seen it myself,” he told you as if you could forget.
you swallowed intently, the tension now almost suffocating. sleeping with an ex was something you swore against; recipe for disaster. but it seemed awfully appealing when it looked like lando did right now.
your cheeks were pink, thinking about the countless times you’d gotten yourself off on facetime calls with the driver, purely because neither of you could wait any longer to see one another again.
“not the same anymore.” your voice was barely above a whisper, it didn’t need to be; not when he was only centimetres away, looking down at you as if he was ready to ravish you.
lando’s eyebrow raised at that, eyes flickering across your face.
it wasn’t the same, you’d worked out the hard way. you only relied on your own devices when you had no other choice; and with that would be lando on the of phone with words of encouragement and direction.
“what, need me to talk you through it again?” his words were teasing as his hand moved to cup your cheek; your stomach turning at the thought. at the fact he seemed like he knew that would do it for you.
you let out a slight breath, shaking your head but you held little confidence in doing so.
“need me to touch you?” he added on, offer sounding almost like a request; words so hushed you could’ve missed them. but you didn’t, you heard him loud and clear.
his eyes were pouring into yours as if he pitied you, but the smirk on his face showed he wanted nothing more than to be the one to solve your problems.
you didn’t even need to think about it, no ifs or buts entering your mind; nothing could make the idea of him seem unappealing.
“please,” you mumbled; eyes pouring up into his, watching as a wicked grin spread on his features; one that made your knees weak.
it was all lando needed to hear, lips pressing against yours in an instant; it coming back to the pair of you quickly. feeling so natural, the way your body melted into his touch; the way your lips moved against each other.
your hands finding a grip on his shirt as his spread across your hips.
lando didn’t waste any time; he wanted to make you cum.
he wasn’t sure if it was because it seemed like a challenge, or because he missed you; but god did he want nothing more than to make you feel good:
his knee pushed between your thighs first, your legs spreading; immediately aware of the finger he was tracing up your inner thigh.
as much as lando missed the feeling of your lips against his, he loved watching you react to every touch and feeling. pulling away but not creating much distance as his fingers brushed over your clothed folds.
you took a sharp breath, shifting your weight to lean against the counter as the anticipation built within, eyes locked on his as he teasingly brushed your clothed clit as well.
he could feel your soaked panties, a wet patch that you knew wasn’t there when you first entered the kitchen.
“you know it doesn’t make sense,” lando started speaking through a breath; his fingers pushing your panties aside with ease, swiping through your folds; spreading your wetness to your clit. “because you’re always so easy for me baby,” he practically cooed as he slipped two fingers inside you.
your jaw fell slack, hips pushing against his hand lightly as you whimpered; cheeks hinting at his taunting words which you’d almost forgotten about and how crazy they drove you.
his free hand returned to your cheek, cupping the side of your face and adjusting your head to ensure you were looking up at him; his head tilting ever so slightly as he gazed down at you.
“so responsive,” he added in a hum; looking incredibly smug, thumb settling on your clit ━ and the moan that escaped you as he circled your sensitive bud had lando’s jaw clenching. he’d missed your pretty sounds.
he was toying with you, teasing. his fingers moving slowly, thumb only lightly circling your clit. yet you hadn’t felt this good in fucking forever, face contorting in pleasure proving such thing.
lando could get lost in the sight, not able to help himself from wanting to give you more.
his fingers gradually picked up the pace, thumb applying more pressure now; but it was when he curled his fingers, grazing that spot he never failed to miss, that you hadn’t been able to find, that a slightly louder moan escaped you.
“ah, ah,” lando hushed you; tapping your cheek lightly. “gotta be quiet baby,” lando hummed through heavy breaths, hating that he had to ask such thing of you.
he wanted to hear you lose control, hear you scream his name like you had countless of times. but he’d hate to be interrupted and have the current sight cut short.
you whined quietly at the request, biting down on your bottom lip as you tried to keep any noise at bay; knowing you had no choice. waking anyone up would be less than ideal.
but somehow, the thought of being caught was the least of your concerns.
your back arched when he added a third, thumb still expertly playing with your clit; your quiet whimpers and moans were growing in volume once more.
lando took matters into his own hands, the hand cupping your cheek shifting so he could tap his pointer finger on your bottom lip; and he had to shut himself up this time as you invited two digits past your lips without second thought.
“fuck,” he mumbled out; eyes fixated on the way you looked up at him with his fingers in your mouth; so similar to the sight of when you’d suck him off. his hard on was almost painful.
your moans were muffled now, thankfully, as your hips pushed forward once more; slowly losing control over your body as the pleasure continued to build.
you’d made a mess on your thighs, his fingers working in and out of you perfectly; beginning to curl his fingers repeatedly had your eyes rolling back.
“yeah, right there baby?” lando mumbled; despite you unable to respond. “gonna make a mess on my fingers yeah? think you deserve to cum,” he smirked ━ and if you could’ve you would’ve cried out, nodding quickly at his words.
your stomach tightened, it was sudden; more sudden than you remembered, lando having caught on to the fact you were cumming before you did; squeezing his fingers as you came undone.
his body was practically holding you up against the counter, vision going white for a moment as your muffled moans filled the air, hips bucking involuntarily once more.
lando wanted to curse himself for ever depriving himself of such thing, watching as you shook in front of him; fingers moving to let you ride out your high, until he was pulling them from your panties, and mouth respectively.
your eyes fluttered open, nothing but awe as you gazed up at him through hooded eyes; panting ever so lightly.
he was smiling cockily, if he didn’t know the root of your issue before, he did now. the way you needed him.
you couldn’t even crush his inflating ego, not when he’d made you cum so hard in a matter of minutes; giving you what you’d been chasing the past few months.
he was about to kiss you again, after moments of admiring your face; but the sound of a door shutting had the moment ruined, reminding both you and him of where you are and what you’re meant to be.
definitely not meant to be caught having a moment at 4 in the morning.
lando was quick in taking a few large strides across the kitchen, positioning himself on the other side of the island as you quickly tugged your shirt down and ran your hand through your hair.
when pietra walked in, it was an innocent sight. plenty of distance between the pair of you, not enough lights on to expose your flushed cheeks or lando’s glistening fingers.
you pretended to be surprised as you brought your glass to your lips, leaning against the counter because your legs were still shaky, lando nodding towards the blonde.
“can’t sleep?” lando hummed in question.
“need to fill my water up.” pietra nodded with a smile, eyes flickering between you in suspicion for a brief moment as she realised this was almost an awkward thing to walk in on. you and him.
if only she knew.
you nodded in agreement, raising your glass of water as lando let out a small chuckle.
“if you need a late night snack, the donuts are great,” lando spoke again; your eyes falling onto him, and you were sure your face was bright red as you watched him bring his fingers to his lips; licking them clean.
you coughed on air, playing it off as if your water went down the wrong way; pietra oblivious as she nodded with a smile.
“i’ll keep that in mind.”
the smirk he’d sent you was sickening, and with that he was saying good night and excusing himself.
lando ended up needing a cold shower that night, with his own hand and images of you burned into his mind.
you were hoping your head would be clear when you woke up, but it was only more scrambled.
you’d gotten what you wanted, was it greedy to only want more?
“good night?” arabella had questioned you, sitting next to you on the long dining table; bowls of cereal in front of pair of you; and the smirk on her face was quite telling.
except she didn’t know the half of it.
“yeah, yeah it was good,” you hummed; eyes shifting to the other end of the table; where lando sat, already staring at you. the mischievous glint in his eye had you looking away quickly, the sly smirk not helping you in trying to play it cool to arabella.
you knew he was listening.
“did your… problem get solved?” arabella attempted to ask without outing you, so oblivious to the fact lando could easily piece together her words.
your eyes narrowed towards her, as if to say ‘shut up.’ which she only looked back at you with wide eyes, finding herself quite discrete.
“well?” arabella pushed, whisper yelling.
“yes,” you huffed; in hopes she would shut up, you could feel lando’s eyes burning into you. the man who solved your problem, unbeknownst to arabella who thought it was nicolas who was responsible.
“ah! how exciting,” arabella grinned; standing up and taking her bowel to the kitchen, only then did you let your eyes fall back on the british driver.
who looked oh so amused, you had to flee; following in the girls steps.
it set the tone for the next few days; longing looks, tempting smirks and lingering touches.
you couldn’t bring yourself to go out of your way and seek more of him; despite how much you wanted it. nicolas had been forgotten about, failing to explain your sudden interest and now lack of in the guy.
lando was all you could think about. how couldn’t you? he’d fingered you in the kitchen, bringing you to a mind blowing orgasm you’d been craving; one you hadn’t experienced since him. and once again, it had gone unaddressed.
the tension was clear; you got peace from the fact he was in the same boat as you.
you hated that he’d walked off so smug that night and you yourself had nothing to brag about, left to accept the fact that you needed him. had missed him.
and he knew it.
so maybe you were tactical, every day the dresses got shorter. bikini’s got smaller. you wanted to see him squirm.
which was easy.
it was ridiculous, how often you felt his gaze burning into you; feeling the heat on your skin from such thing. you’d blame the hot summer sun for the the constant blush on your cheeks but in reality it was him.
made to feel better by the way his jaw was constantly clenched. hands fiddling with one another. leg bouncing impatiently because he was furious with the fact you were no longer his, he couldn’t whisk you away and tear your clothes off like he wanted too.
left to simply stare. dwell on the facts. wish that he somehow gets a moment alone with you again.
there were sliding doors.
two minutes alone underneath the cabin on a boat, both trying to find something to drink. he swore you were about to kiss him before max came bouncing down the stairs.
you’d all gone out one night, somehow it was only you two left at the bar. lando was convinced this was it, he was going to drag you off to the bathroom.
but then arabella appeared, demanding shots.
you’d never admit that you went out to the kitchen most nights, hoping he too would be awake at such ridiculous hour again.
you tried not to get frustrated, even with the knowledge there was only a couple days till you’d be flying back home to reality.
finally however, you got lucky.
lando had gone on a run; unbeknownst to you, who had slept in.
you rejected plans of going to a winery, choosing for a day by the pool to save energy to go out tonight like planned.
your group of friends had attempted to protest your decision, but you insisted. bribed them with a promise you would do some baking while they were out.
that’s where lando found you.
stood in the kitchen. of course.
tiny bikini. typical.
and no one else in sight. lovely.
“smells fucking amazing.” lando hummed; slightly breathless as he sauntered into the kitchen, moving to stand against the island ━ a safe distance between the pair of you.
the voice had startled you, jumping slightly as you turned around.
you smiled appreciatively at his words, attempting to not stare at his exposed torso. tanned skin, beads of sweat decorating it. his muscles only more prominent as he crossed his arms, flexing invitingly.
“would feel bad letting such a big kitchen go to waste,” you explained; shrugging ever so slightly as your eyes returned to the chocolate chip cookies you were currently making. refuge from the sight of him.
he chuckled, and nodded; not that you saw. but his eyes didn’t leave you.
he should go up to his room.
“who’s home?” he couldn’t help but ask, feet planted. he wasn’t going anywhere.
the question had you facing what you were trying to ignore; the fact it was just the pair of you. it was dangerous knowledge.
“just us,” you spoke through a breath. if the tension wasn’t clear before, those two words had it falling upon the pair of you like bricks.
lando nodded once more, lips pursing. you were so tempting. this was what he’d been hoping for. he was impressed he even had the mental strength to consider running off. hiding in his room till your friends returned.
that idea didn’t last long though. moving towards you, you heard him approaching; his presence was demanding.
he was behind you, causing you to freeze. breath stuck in your throat.
“you’re driving me crazy.” he’d whispered, despite no fear of anyone overhearing; and you had to shut your eyes for a brief moment when his lips grazed your ear, ensuring you knew just how in reach he was.
you found some solace in his words, confirming your suspicions. reassuring to know you weren’t the only one going crazy. the only one feeling nostalgic.
“how so?” you played dumb, bottom lip rolling through your teeth ━ regardless your head tilted aside as his lips grazed your skin again, his breath fanning your skin.
you heard him grunt, and it would’ve made you giggle if you weren’t fighting off the urge to jump his bones.
“don’t act like it’s not on purpose.” lando huffed, hands moving to play with the fiddling strings of your bikini, fingertips only just brushing your skin.
you had to draw in another breath, suddenly feeling exposed and vulnerable. you needed some sort of power, just a physical reminder that he too was struggling despite his admission.
so you turned on your feet, eyes flickering up to his as you shrugged your shoulders; breaths slightly irregular from the closeness. right in front of you. trapping you against the counter.
“know you haven’t forgotten that all you need to do is use your words if you want me to fuck you,” lando spoke before you could, oozing cockiness despite his wandering eyes and tense jaw; his patience wearing thin.
once more you were cornered in the kitchen by his attractive frame and blunt words that had your thighs squeezing together.
“goes both ways,” you chimed; worried if you didn’t speak now you wouldn’t get a word in. you knew how this went; it was only a matter of time till you were a mess in his hands.
his eyebrows raised, he even scoffed; if he wasn’t so eager for you to go on he would’ve reminded you it didn’t.
lando always had a kink for making you beg.
“i already got what i wanted,” you hummed; hands moving to rest on his toned abdomen, running down and across the muscles before finding the waistband of his joggers. “something you want?”
your teasing tone had lando remembering just how worked up you got him, how frustrating and almost annoying you were. how annoying it was to deal with your antics that was.
“the other night was more than enough for me baby,” lando mused; not cracking, even with your hands on his body. “always look so pretty when you cum.”
you wish his words didn’t have such a visible effect on you. how flustered you got clear by the way the blood rushed to your cheeks, even while you stood here playing with the waistband of his pants.
it was pathetic; neither of you wanting to crack first, wasting precious time because you both really thought you were above this.
able to be friends. exes who wouldn’t go back to each other.
you knew he wasn’t entirely lying; of course you could remember how you were gifted a man who got off from getting you off. how he’d spent nights with his head just buried between your thighs. making you cum countless of times before he got his dick wet.
“cold shower treat you well?” you huffed; not letting him get away with such thing. as if he wasn’t standing here with the need to fuck you.
he smirked at your words, your attitude more so; the playful banter having been something he’d missed. something that wasn’t the same since things became platonic.
“did the job.” he laughed, hands still ghosting over your hips. “jealous i can still get myself off?” he couldn’t help but chuckle; and your jaw dropped at him using confidential information against you.
your hands still on his stomach, whacking lightly which he only chuckled harder at; and if you weren’t embarrassed you’d be taking in the way the smile was lighting up his face.
“that was not something you’re meant to use against me,” you practically grumbled; eyes narrowing up at him and he practically awed at the sight, adoring eyes and all as his hand moved to cup your cheek. his grin not matching the sympathetic eyes.
“i’m sorry,” he mumbled jokingly as he leant forward; not giving you time to reply as he put the both of you out of your misery, lips connecting with yours.
it wasn’t what you’d both expected, the kiss to finally ease the tension that had been building ever since a few nights ago in the same spot; the kiss was slow. passionate and deep, but not rushed.
it didn’t last long; but was nice in the moment however. to feel him.
the urge to feel more however was soon too prominent.
your hands that had linked behind his neck soon tangled in his hair. the grip he had on your waist soon moved to your ass, squeezing the flesh within his hold which had you leaning into him.
he lazily dragged you back with him, his back hitting the kitchen island as he practically held you against his body; lips moving in sync.
you felt his hard on with the movement, contained by his joggers; your own excitement jumping as your hands left his hair to snake down between your bodies; palming him.
the groan against your lips only motivated you; and while you wish you could do what he does, stand here and tease him; you were too keen to get your hands on him. to hear more of those pretty sounds he makes.
so you simply smiled up at him as you pulled away; bending down and settling on your knees; hands tugging his pants and underwear down with you; revealing his cock.
his breaths were a lot heavier as he watched you, leaning back against the counter ever so slightly, gaze fixed downwards as a small smirk tugged on the corner of his mouth.
he hissed as your small hand wrapped around him; thumb swirling the precum ━ you loving every bit of knowing how turned you got him from just a few words and the sight of you.
he wouldn’t ever deny it either; no one did it for him like you did.
“look so pretty on your knees,” lando praised; eager to gain back some control, despite knowing he’d do anything you asked of him right now; your hand feeling much than his did the other night.
you were eager to continue to please, so you didn’t waste any time in taking him in your mouth. it was as if he knew such thing, by the way his eyes were peering down at you.
his head fell back at the sensation, one he’d missed ━ arms flexing as he gripped the counter; a few curses strung together tumbling from his lips as you practically took him in whole first go.
his tip hitting the back of your throat did little to deter you. it was natural, as if you’d done such thing only a few days ago; not months ━ second nature as your tongue swirled his cock.
your eyes remained up, looking through your lashes as your head bobbed ━ knees uncomfortably shifting against the tiles but it was the last thing on your mind with the beautiful man above you.
taking in the way his abs flexed, neck strained and lips parted as you sucked him off ━ gagging occasionally but both of you knew that was no issue.
“missed this fucking mouth,” lando grunted, hand moving to tangle in your hair; both to keep it out of your way and to just have some sort of hold on you.
he was blindsided with pleasure, more than he remembered he’d be. your bikini did little to leave much to the imagination from his angle, watching as your breasts bounced with every movement. matched with your doe eyes, his jaw was slack.
you hummed as he tugged your hair lightly, the sensation one you always welcomed; and he too was reminded of such as he felt the vibrations around him. tugging again with a little more force.
his groans were gradually becoming more regular, hips bucking once or twice ━ pushing his cock further down your throat each time.
“just like that baby, always so good for me,” lando breathed, eyes screwing such momentarily as his head fell back once more.
you almost whined at the vision, wanting to scramble to your feet and kiss at his skin, feel all over him.
and he’d be happy to let you, he was hesitant in having you get him off first regardless; you hadn’t left much room for argument with good reason.
but right now he had no complaints, moans growing slightly louder in volume ━ grip tightening on the strands of your hair. he didn’t give you any warning as he came, but you didn’t need any.
the way he twitched in your mouth, you didn’t miss a beat ━ swallowing all you could; revelling in the way your name left his lips.
your mouth left him with a pop, gazing up at him to meet his adoring eyes, staring down at you as if you were the greatest thing to grace the earth.
because he did think of you as such. you continued to amaze him, he didn’t grow immune to such thing; just had managed to avoid the fact for a while now.
you stood to your feet, relieving your knees of the discomfort; a coy smile plastered on your lips at him panting and flustered.
you felt even, for the other night; reassured you weren’t the only one in need.
lando couldn’t complain either, couldn’t throw a playful comment towards you ━ not when you stood there with messy hair and swollen lips. all he could think about was turning you into a whiny mess, desperate to have you at his mercy again.
it was clear neither of you knew what to say in the few moments of silence; shamelessly admiring the other, catching your breaths. it wasn’t awkward however.
you were happy to feel his lips on yours once more ━ his hands not shy in wandering your body this time, sliding down to your thighs and hoisting you up immediately.
he was swift in turning around and placing you on the counter, stood between your legs as he hummed against your lips.
it wasn’t until his mouth ducked to your neck, then your collar bones, becoming harder to ignore as your head fell back, growing hot from the kisses he placed where-ever he could, that you spoke up.
“should go to your room,” you managed to get out, watching him through hooded eyes as he simply grabbed the material of your bikini to let your breasts fall free, kissing at the skin of them afterwards.
it wasn’t that you were worried on being walked in on, you had the house to yourselves for at least a couple more hours. you knew that. more so just the knowledge this wasn’t your house.
his eyebrows raised as he looked back up at you, hand sprawling over your stomach as he pushed you back slightly; your body blindly following the suggestion as you leant back on your hands.
“i paid for this villa baby, if i wanna fuck you on the counter i will,” lando murmured, hands spreading your thighs further apart; putting you in no position to argue you.
how could you? his words sounded like a promise, one you could only hope he would keep.
you nodded pathetically, suddenly aware of his hands resting high up on your inner thighs; suddenly aware of your own arousal and need for him.
he discarded of your bikini bottoms with ease, admiring your frame for a few moments as his hand reached to squeeze your breast, nipple rolling through his fingers moments later.
“lando,” you breathed; almost in warning, almost a whine. your legs were still spread and you were already resisting the urge to squirm. your patience non existent.
he only grinned, a slight chuckle maybe as his hands pushed your legs further apart once more.
“i got you baby,” lando hummed. “always so needy for me, you need me yeah? don’t you?” he spoke teasingly, tone painfully sweet as his fingers traced over your soaked folds.
you wanted to curse his obvious teasing, point out how you hadn’t been so cruel. but you knew it’d be no use.
you were scared to admit such thing, huffing as your hips bucked upwards momentarily.
“want to hear you say it.” lando grunted when he realised you weren’t planning on speaking; pinching your clit to get his point across, a strangled moan escaping you as your lips parted, falling into submission.
“need you.” you whined almost shamefully, head falling back as if the ceiling would offer you refuge from his hard stare. “please,”
your pleas were always music to his ears, so much so he debated with the idea of teasing you some more; to draw more whines and please out of you. but the way you were spread for him, so ready; he couldn’t help himself any longer.
you yelped at the sudden feeling of his mouth on your clit, sucking at your sensitive bud; not expecting such feeling as your eyes rolled back.
his hands manoeuvred your thighs to place your legs over his shoulders; giving him full access to your core as sweet moans started to escape you.
“o-oh my god,” you whimpered; eyes flickering to the sight of his head between your thighs ━ back arching as his tongue swiped through your folds, assaulting your cunt relentlessly as if he was starved.
you’d been reminded of how good his fingers were; so much so you hadn’t even considered getting his tongue again.
his large hands were squeezing your thighs, a bruising grip to keep you in place; eating you out expertly.
“lando━ feels so good,” you moaned as if that wasn’t clear by the way your hips were pushing against his hold. your right hand left the counter, moving to tangle in his curls, something to grab.
his blue eyes ventured to the sight of you momentarily, and he groaned into your cunt as he took note of the way your face was contorting in pleasure, how your body flinched with every move he made.
whimpers and moans were free falling, lando enjoying every single one ━ glad you could be as loud as you wanted, as loud as he made you.
you knew you were approaching your high shamefully fast, but had little room to care when you’d failed to reach it so much recently.
lando knew your body too well, could tell by the way you were tugging on his curls and creating more force against the hold he had on your thighs that you were about to cum.
he wanted you to let go, tongue flicking and nose bumping your clit ━ you orgasmed hard, suddenly; cumming on his tongue with what almost sounded like a squeal.
he didn’t stop, letting you ride out your high ━ before pulling away, wiping at the corners of his mouth.
you were mistaken however in thinking you would have time to catch your breath, not getting a word out before lando was moving only one leg off his shoulder and sliding two fingers into your entrance suddenly; thumb landing on your sensitive clit.
your body almost didn’t know how to react, falling back onto your hands that found the counter you sat upon once more to stabilise yourself.
“s’ too much,” you whimpered ━ legs attempting to squeeze shut, failing with the angle caused by one leg draped over lando’s shoulder, which allowed his fingers to hit deep within you.
lando hummed in amusement, knowing how much you could take. knowing you always said that, just to whine and cry out if he were to stop.
“too much?” he mocked; fingers curling and your body jerking. “want me to stop?” he breathed; smirking oh so cockily because he knew the answer. chuckling as you shook your head ‘no’ incredibly quickly.
“didn’t think so,” he huffed; thumb speeding up on your clit, rolling over the bud continuously. it was pure ecstasy, the overstimulation overwhelming your entire body.
his breaths were heavy as he admired you, the way you were shaking beneath him. reminiscent of how easily he could you like this, of the nights he made you cum four or five times before fucking you.
it killed him he didn’t have the time to do so again. but he couldn’t possibly complain right now.
“making a mess baby, all over my fingers,” lando spoke; the filthy sounds of his fingers moving in out of you filling the room, and you weren’t sure you’d last much longer when he entered a third. “so greedy. gonna cum again aren’t you?”
it was like he was three steps ahead of your body, leaving you to whine and nod pathetically.
“yeah? that what you want? to cum again?” lando spoke once more; watching as your head fell back, your eyes screwing shut and it satisfied him to see you feel the pleasure he was giving.
he was hard again, purely from his name sounding so fucking incredible as you moaned and moaned, from the perfection you were.
his hand grasping your cheek had your eyes flying open as lando tilted your head forwards to look at him, eyebrows raised in expectance.
“words pretty girl,” lando reminded, chin still between his thumb and index finger ━ struggling to focus on him with the numbing pleasure that was causing tears to form.
you nodded, before processing what he’d said. words. right.
“please lando,” you gasped; eyes pouring into his, pleading with his as your back arched and legs shook. you weren’t sure you’d be able to stop yourself. “gonna cum,” you whined.
lando felt it had been far too long to be cruel, so he simply hummed in appreciation; smiling lazily as he pushed you over the edge as he curled his fingers once more.
your vision went white, screaming his name as you came again, all over his fingers.
lando’s bottom lip rolled through his teeth at the sight, able to take in every moment, no restraint for either of you and it felt fucking amazing.
his hands gently moved your leg off his shoulder, stood between them as his hands massaged your thighs comfortingly, giving you a few moments to come down and catch your breath.
your eyes fluttered open, and immediately you were smiling stupidly at the sight of lando; his own grin mirroring yours as he hummed quietly.
“you’re so beautiful,” he whispered; unable to stop the compliment from escaping him, and your smile only grew; knowing you’d disagree if you caught sight of your tangled hair and flushed cheeks. 
it had your stomach flipping, men compliment you all the time. only lando would gain such a reaction.
“got another one in you?” his question was gentle; the sparkle in his eye daring, and you had no hesitation in nodding.
“need you inside me,” you mumbled, causing the driver’s smirk to return to its rightful place ━ glad your wants were shared.
you may have gone a long time without, but your stamina hadn’t faulted.
lando was tugging you to the edge of the counter at that, and you easily got lost in the kiss that he placed upon your lips; rough and messy as you melted into his hold.
it’d caught you by surprise, when he tugged you down onto your feet, spun your round and bent you over the marble surface; a gasp escaping you.
“missed you so much,” lando sighed; ushering your legs apart as your breath hitched in your throat. you didn’t know what to focus on, his words, your position or the feeling of his hands on your ass.
the confession wasn’t one you’d hold onto, you knew better than to cling to words uttered during sex. but god it felt great to hear.
“missed you too,” you assured him back, moan slipping past your lips as you felt his tip press against your folds; but he made no further movements.
your hips shook slightly, attempting to entice him ━ so needy despite having cum twice already. you just wanted him. all of him.
his hand moved up your back, tangling in your hair and creating a makeshift pony tail ━ one he tugged on immediately, your head snapping up.
“what did i say earlier? about using your words?” lando leant forward, lips grazing your ear; cock pressed against your entrance, causing you to cry out.
your body was overstimulated, tired; tired of his teasing. out of practice to predict his wants.
“want you to fuck me,” you whined quickly, rushing your words out as your hips pressed backwards. “need you lan, please,” you whimpered; sounding oh so desperate lando couldn’t possibly deny you.
he entered you without any more warning, bottoming out as your walls wrapped around him; your gasps intertwining as you gripped the counter below you.
the cool surface against your front did little to cool you down, moaning at the feeling of being so full. full of him again, after so long.
too long.
“always take me so well,” lando grunted in your ear; giving you a few moments to adjust before he was dropping your hair and standing up straight ━ hands finding your hips now.
his thrusts were harsh, rough and deep; not too slow or too fast, ensuring you felt every inch of him as your aching cunt squeezed him.
every move had your body jolting, moans escaping you; the counter and lando the only reason your legs were able to stay upright.
“so-so good,” you stumbled out, eyes rolling back as your body fell limp, unable to process the pleasure you were feeling. what you’d been deprived of and craving.
the driver too was losing himself in the feeling, head thrown back as he moved in and out of you ━ sounds of skin slapping filling up the large and empty space.
it was a mutual feeling, as to why the fuck this didn’t happen sooner. how on earth you two had been in such close proximity throughout the months and not gotten to this point yet.
safe to say keeping your distance now would be difficult.
lando felt the need to be closer, as if he needed more of you despite having you already at his mercy.
his hand found your neck with ease, wrapping around your throat and guiding your head up ━ causing you to stand up right, back against his chest.
he didn’t apply pressure, yet, but just the feeling of his large hand wrapped around the base of your neck had your legs feeling weaker; split open on his cock meaning lando’s body was the only thing holding you up now.
“feel good?” lando’s question was just him chasing praise, knowing you were fucked stupid; but he couldn’t help but want to remind you just who was the reason you could barely form sentences.
you nodded as much as you could in his hold. always nodding, he could ask or say anything and you’d find a way to say yes.
“only i can make you feel this good hm? only i can make you cum?” lando didn’t stop running his mouth, basking in the fact it was him that had the tears spilling out of your eyes. a sense of pride washing over him.
you choked out a yes, his thrusts having only gotten faster ━ and when his hand applied pressure to your neck you were almost certain you were in heaven.
“so perfect, so fucking perfect for me baby,” lando grunted in praise; and the kiss he pressed to your shoulder blade was a vast contrast to the treatment of your cunt.
it really was too much, the few tears and whimpers made that clear to lando; you were only moments away from cumming again and the thought alone had his own high dawning on him.
“come on angel, cum on my cock. cum for me,” he was speaking in your ear again; and you practically screamed as your third orgasm hit ━ body falling limp in his hold.
the way your walls squeezed him had him cumming with you, groaning as his forehead rested on your shoulder ━ erratic breaths filling the room as he stilled inside you.
all his touches were suddenly delicate, pulling out of you as he moved you to lean against the counter, still holding you up slightly as you caught your breath.
it was a comfortable silence, his hands ghosting over your waist as you pressed your eyes shut for a few moments.
you’d expected some sort of regret. an immediate now what? for one of you to panic or flee.
but instead, neither of you wanted the moment to end.
“want to join me for a shower?” lando broke the silence, a half smile that had you feeling an odd sense of relief.
one he felt too when you smiled right back, and nodded in agreement.
he’d chuckled, you would even go as far as to say he was grinning; hands grasping your thighs and picking you up with ease, carrying you off towards the bathroom.
when your friends returned you had been on the sofa, lando out by the pool ━ strategically placed to avoid suspicion, already under the assumption someone would’ve brought up the fact it happened to be you two who stayed back today.
chatter filled the room immediately, lando trudging in to greet everyone. you having stayed seated, purely because you didn’t trust your legs.
“burnt cookies y/n?” max had spoke across the room; having been first to stumble upon the overdone batch sat on the kitchen island you’d spent the last 15 minutes sanitising.
your cheeks flushed, purely because you could sense lando’s eyes burning into you.
you could picture the cocky smirk plastered on his face.
“yeah. my bad,” you laughed sheepishly.
and you were glad to be the only one paying attention when lando passed the back of the couch, finger grazing your shoulder as he did so.
“my bad,” he corrected; your eyes meeting his smug ones in passing.
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a/n: did y’all miss my shitty endings???
anyways idk what this is but here it is
unedited atm so apologies xox
as always appreciate feedback so so much, love u all and hope u enjoy 🫶🏼🫶🏼🫶🏼
🎀 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
4.2k words
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.
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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.
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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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adrenaline, baby.
ln x wife!reader
ahahaha i couldn’t help myself. wrote this at godspeed (20 mins) and i’m not even sorry. not my finest work but i could not care less this is peak brainrot (waving at you @lavenderlando). feral is the only word on my mind at this time. gg lando.
warnings: listen it’s porn with minimal plot. minors dni i am so serious!! 18+, smut, fluff, breeding kink, implied overstimulation, mentions of pregnancy, marriage, it’s just unhinged idk
your back couldn’t have hit the bed soon enough, touch starved bodies moulding into the cloud-like mattress. you’d waited all weekend to get him on top of you, and now that the stress of the race weekend had melted away, you’d been able to put the do not disturb sign to good use.
lando’s adrenaline rush had sent him feral.
he hadn’t stopped touching you since he’d been able to, practically dragging you through the mexican paddock, into the car, through the door of your hotel suite. he’d attended to his race duties and now lando had a wife to attend to.
six months of married bliss meant one thing: a lot of sex in a lot of places. you didn’t know how to keep you hands off of one another, proud of yourselves for making it behind closed doors this time. it meant you could take your time, that he could take you apart just how he liked to, and that’s what he did.
“c’mon, baby. need you nice and ready for me.” lando muttered into your neck, punctuating his words with a kiss below your ear. he had two fingers working in and out of you, curling deliciously against your walls. “did all of those overtakes, and then i did them again. now, m’gonna make you come for me again and again.”
he was a man, possessed.
a strangled cry tore from the back of your throat, zero regard for the neighbouring rooms as you fell apart, spasming into the white bed linen. lando didn’t stop, fucking you through the waves of pleasure until tears pricked your eyes and you were squirming away from him.
there wasn’t a second to recover, his curls tickling your thighs as he slotted between your legs, tongue lapping up the mess he’d just made. your ears were ringing, eyes squeezed shut, thrashing hard before your body dissolved completely under his touch. you couldn’t figure out where the pleasure started and where it ended, all you knew was that your second orgasm was approaching faster than lando has made up all those race positions.
“oh my god.” you repeated over and over like a prayer, blindly tipping over the edge, his tongue stroking your clit while his fingers coaxed you to your second release.
“i’m not done with you, baby. gonna fill you up again, just like you keep asking me to.” lando groaned, scaling up your body. you shuddered at his words, your body set on fire. it was a sort of given, at this point, that you were trying. or, to put it more accurately, not not trying. it did something to you, the idea of him letting loose, not a single barrier between your intertwined bodies, and he loved it as much as you did.
a litter of soothing kisses were placed up your throat, before he reached your lips, his own slotting over yours. it was messy, passionate, quiet whimpers being traded between you as he found his rightful place between your parted thighs. your legs were hooked over his hips, pulling him in, the tip of his cock painting over your folds. and then he was inside of you, slick bodies at one, and a switch in him flipped.
lando went deep, rocking into you like it was the last time. it definitely wouldn’t be. he could have left an imprint of your body in the mattress, holding you down as he ruined you. it was desperate, new urges unlocked in him since you’d started this new venture in the bedroom, no limits. you couldn’t keep up with him, letting him do all the work, just how he liked it. and you fucking loved it.
all you could do was clamp down on him, a beautiful mess at his mercy, his name chanted into the room. everything was hazy, nothing, there was only him and you. you arched into him, clawing at the bronzed, glowing skin of his lean back, eyes rolling in your skull at the way his muscles felt as they tensed under your touch.
“one more for me, baby, one more for now and i’ll give you what you want. gonna make me a daddy?” lando’s breath fanned your face as he spoke, watching with a smirk at the way you absolutely lost it.
you were sobbing when you came, the aftershocks continued by the way you felt him reach his own release. white heat pricked your skin and you collapsed even further into the bed, wrecked beneath him. you were grinning lazily, panting hard, eyes shut from the exhaustion. lando kissed away the tear tracks, residing inside you as you both came down from the high.
the air changed drastically, softer, intimate. he found your lips again, gentle this time, affectionate pecks reviving you.
“you okay, my love?” lando whispered. you breathed a laugh.
“you’re too good to me.” your voice was raspy, your vocal chords shot from a weekend of screaming his name in every possible context. “proud of you, honey.”
lando hummed softly, grateful for your praise. he scanned your face, an angelic glow gracing your features. his beautiful wife.
“gonna get you cleaned up.” he went to roll off of you, but your legs tightened around his waist.
“not yet. wanna stay like this for a minute.” your voice was laced with sleep, and lando couldn’t help but smile.
“this might have been the time, y’know.” lando’s words came out excitedly, unable to contain his delight at the idea of having a family. your family.
“and even if it wasn’t, i don’t mind the free practice.” you teased, but the giddy feeling in the pit of your stomach told you something, and so did the test you took four weeks later.
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idk what came over me idk what happened lol. bye.