Lando X Reader Where Your Toddler Walks Into Landos Stream And Just Wants To Cuddle Lando

Lando x reader where your toddler walks into landos stream and just wants to cuddle Lando

Cuddles and streams.

In my humble opinion, this is probably the cutest thing I've ever written!!!

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Pairing: Lando Norris x F!Reader.

Summary: Your toddler is inseparable from Lando, so he decides to crash his father's stream for some cuddles.

Warning: none, it's pure fluff.

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Rowan Norris was his father's little twin. The two-year-old absolutely loved Lando and would spend every second of his time with Lando when he was around.

Lando was the same with his son, always wanting the toddler around, playing with him, or cuddling him.

The only time the two spend separated when Lando was home, was when Lando was streaming and you kept the toddler busy so that he wouldn't bother his father.

"Rowan, come get your fruit." You called out to your toddler as you prepared a small bowl of cut-up fruits for him. You smiled when you heard the soft patter of his feet rushing down the hallway and into the kitchen.

He had his dark blue blankie in one hand and his green froggy pacifier in the other hand. His chestnut brown curls were messy, a small scratch on his tanned nose.

"Mamma." He held his arms up and you picked him up, resting him on your hip while you held his bowl of fruits out to him.

"Look, I cut up your favorite." You said as you showed him the banana and strawberries in the bowl, and immediately he grabbed a banana piece, happily shoving it into his mouth." Eat carefully." You insisted.

You walked out of the kitchen and into the living room, putting him down on the couch and handing him his bow while taking the blankie and pacifier, and putting them aside.

"Dada," Rowan muttered softly as he looked around for Lando before glancing at you with curious eyes.

"Dada's busy baby." You told him as you began tidying up the living room, your toddler's toys laying everywhere but in the basket where they belonged." He'll come to play with you when he's done."

"Want dada." He whined, his eyebrows furrowing, his bottom lip pulling into a pout as he stared up at you, sadly eating his fruits.

You sighed softly before nodding towards the room where Lando was." Go see if he's still busy." You agreed to his request for his father. He jumped up, grabbing his bowl of fruit, his pacifier, and his blankie before rushing down the hallway." No running!"

At the sound of your stern voice, he immediately slowed down, patting down the hallway to the room where he knew his father was.

He slowly pushed open the door, poking his head inside." Dada." He called out softly, immediately catching Lando's attention.

Lando paused his game before turning to his son." Hey, bubs." He called out, a small smile tugging at his lips and the stream chat going crazy.

"Sit," Rowan asked softly as he pointed at Lando's lap.

"Yeah, come here." Lando nodded as he pushed back his chair and held open his arms for the toddler. Rowan happily strutted over to his father.

Lando took Rowan's bowl, pacifier, and blankie, placing them on the table before lifting the toddler onto his lap.

"Say hello to the camera," Lando told the toddler as he pointed at the camera, waving in demonstration for Rowan.

"Hello," Rowan whispered, his eyebrows furrowed in confusion as he waved at the camera.

"Say your name. Tell them your name." Lando said as he poked at Rowan's stomach, earning himself a giggle from the squirming toddler.

"Rowan." He whispered shyly, sticking his tongue out as he smiled up at his father.

"Good job bubs." Lando smiled, pushing Rowan's messy curls out of his face before pressing a kiss to his forehead." You want to watch dada play?" He asked and Rowan nodded, his eyes turning to the computer screen.

Lando handed Rowan his fruit bowl to keep him busy before he unpaused his game and continued playing.

Rowan ate a few pieces of his fruit before grabbing a piece of strawberry and holding it up, pressing it to Lando's lips.

Lando opened his mouth and immediately the strawberry was pushed into his mouth."Thank you bubs." He spoke with a smile before eating the strawberry he received and soon another piece was pushed into his mouth.

Lando shot a glance at the comment section on his monitor screen, and smile as he silently read a few comments before replying to them." He's cute." He read." I know, he gets that from his mama."

"Mama." Rowan's eyes lit up at the mention of you.

"Yeah mama, do you want to go to her?' Lando asked as he glanced down at Rowan who shook his head in denial." You want to stay here with me?"

"Stay with dada." Rowan confirmed with a firm nod of his head before holding his empty bowl up to Lando." Done."

"You're done? Do you want more?" He asked as he took the bowl from Rowan who shook his head in denial again. Lando put the bowl down before handing Rowan his pacifier and blankie.

Rowan pushed the pacifier into his mouth, gripping onto his blanket as he turned around in Lando's arms, his head tucked underneath Lando's chin.

"You tired?" Lando asked softly as his one hand reached out and gently rubbed up and down Rowan's back.

"Tired," Rowan confirmed with a small nod of his head as his eyes fluttered close.

Lando glanced at his camera, a small smile tugging at his lips as he pressed a teasing finger against his lips." We have to be quiet guys, the little man's going down for his nap." He joked before pressing a soft kiss to the top of Rowan's head. He turned back to the camera, turning his chair to show the little boy's calm and sleeping face." Look how peaceful he looks. I could just eat him up."

He chuckled softly, continuing to rub Rowan's back, his game long forgotten as he turned to his comment section again.

"He's so adorable." He read before nodding in agreement." He really is. I'm blessed to be his dad, thank you to my lovely girlfriend, Y/n." He said before pressing another kiss on top of Rowan's head.

Whipped

Pairing: Lando Norris x Assistant!Reader

Warnings: Smut mentioned, Lando is a secret simp, Fuckboi!Lando

Rating: PG-17

Requested: Yes/No

Being Lando's assistant, you've seen and heard many things. Girls coming and going at odd hours, girls leaving his driver's room in a mess, hell, you've even had to hide girls from the media after hookups. But you knew this when you took the job as it was the first sentence in the contract.

It has never bothered you because Lando was a playboy/fuckboi who wanted to have fun. Of course, you did more than just help him with his ways, interviews, photoshoots, media obligations for F1, and anything Lando needed you for. You did.

Lando flirted with you. Brains and beauty is what he said about you when people asked. He praised you to no end but never crossed a line with you, always keeping it professional; he cherished you too much.

"Lando! For the love of christ, put on clothes. You have the driver's interview!" You bang on his door, but that doesn't stop the porno noises in the room; you just roll your eyes.

Leaning against the wall, the door gets thrown open, almost hitting you, but you just stare at the blonde girl rushing out of the room with Lando following her.

"See you later." The blonde giggles winking at him as she rushes into the sea of people here for the race.

"Really? We just landed yesterday and couldn't wait, could you?" His head turns to your hard stare, and he has the decency to look ashamed.

"What? She's hot." Is his only argument which has you standing up straight again.

"Make yourself presentable. I don't need to get shit again from Zac about your.......look." Eyes roll over his messy hair, lipstick-stained skin, and love bites very visible.

"Damn, okay, don't lose your cool. I'll look nice." He smiles and goes back into the room and, not long after, comes out smelling clean, clearly taken a shower while you waited.

"Ready?" He asks and starts the walk to the media room having the media day with Carlos, Fernando, Pierre, and Max.

You don't say a word to him on the walk there, just stopping occasionally for him to take pictures and sign autographs for fans. Walking into the media pen, you wave at the others, but you have a slight blush when you wave at Max, who waves back, smiling too. Lando looks back and forth between you two, this little tightness in his chest with seeing the blush on your cheeks.

"Stay here. You've been trying to find me all day, so you don't have to stand the entire time." Lando mushes you to a chair in the back.

"Bu-" "Just stay here." He groans, walks up to the sofa, and sits between Max and Carlos, forgetting about that feeling in his chest.

You type away on your phone, answering emails and texts from the team and brands that want Lando to model or talk about their brand. You don't even look up when Carlo's, Lando's, and Max's voices are above your head.

"Lando's got you working hard, doesn't he?" Head snapping up, you meet Carlos's eyes with a slight blush forming, having always found him attractive.

"Not too hard. He needs a shock collar when he wonders after a girl." You joke, making Carlos laugh and causing the other two drivers to stare at the both of you

"Yes, he does. Honestly, it's impressive but also cruel to you." You nod in agreement with the Spaniard heading out into the sun and walking through the Paddock.

"It is; the girls sometimes come back expecting round 2 only to realize that he doesn't do that. One and Done." You gripe, which Carlos adds onto.

Lando tries to stay focused on his conversation with Max, but he's unable to when he hears you and Carlos laughing and quipping inside jokes back and forth. That earlier feeling returns to his chest, making him wonder why he felt this way.

"What's up with you? Why are you staring at Y/n like that?" Max asks, noticing how Lando is walking weirdly to keep an eye on the two people behind them.

"What? I'm staring at her. I'm just....I gave her a hard time earlier and ensuring she's okay." He rushes out, ripping his eyes off his assistant, trying his best to focus on Max.

"Translation; I was busy getting laid that I made Y/n run all around the Paddock trying to find me before the interview." Max snips.

The drivers hated seeing Lando give you such a hard time, especially regarding the girls. Carlos and Max hated it when you'd run to them out of breath or annoyed trying to find Lando when he runs off with some girl. Lando doesn't say anything as he stops walking, staring as Carlos and you walk past, not even paying to the fact you walked right past them.

"Honestly, if the money wasn't so damn good, I would've quite a while ago." You joke, but to Lando, it sucked the air out of his lungs hearing those words.

Max watches Lando's face, the color draining, and how his chest and throat tighten as he processes those words. He wants to tell Lando that it was a joke, you always joked about quitting, but the moment someone offered you a job or tried to tell you how horrible Lando was, you'd defend him.

Yes, he slept around. Yes, he sometimes made life unbearable, and you wanted to kill the prick, but you knew the real him. The gamer nerd, the doting uncle, the mentor for young karting kids, the guy who would drop anything to help anyone. You knew the real Lando but saw more of the Fuckboi than the man behind this persona.

Laughing and joking some more, you find yourself back in front of the Mclaren motorhome, and low and behold, a new girl was sitting in the spot Lando always told girls he met that he wanted to hook up with. Lando jogs up the steps and stops when the girl steps in front of him.

"Hi, Lando." The girl was practically shoving her chest in his face, and while you wanted to gag, you didn't blame her.

Lando was beautiful, and that boyish charm would make any girl drop. What would usually not bother you was. Why did you care if Lando paid more attention to them than you? Woah...where'd that thought come from. You didn't want that attention from him. Did you? No, you didn't because if Lando wanted you, he'd already have you. You fell for the man you knew personally, not the act he put on in front of the girls.

"Listen, umm Kelley, I'm sorry but.....I'm canceling plans. I have to do training with my assistant. Sorry." He rambles and yanks you inside, leaving your head spinning.

"Lando, you don't have plans; you can hook up with her. I'll cover for you." You smile, double-checking the calendar to make sure you got everything.

"The night before the first practice, we always watch movies." He states, looking at you hurt since you forgot.

"Lando.....we haven't done that in almost 2 years. You spend your nights hooking up with girls." You state cocking your head to the side, suspicious of his motives.

"Well, I want to do it tonight, okay. Just....I'm not always like that." You almost missed the last part since he turned his back to you and started to walk away.

"See you at 9." rushing past him and up the stairs to your mini office to get some work done. You swear you could hear Lando's smile.

When 9 hit, you knock on the door, standing outside his apartment door for the last 15 minutes trying to gather courage. You loved the Monaco race since you all could be home, but also you loved the view outside Lando's apartment that overlooked the marina and city. The door swings open after the 2nd knock. Lando wearing a black shirt and grey sweatpants, you almost blushed at the thoughts that whizzed past but quickly shook them away. It was cheating for him to wear this, but it wasn't for you; for all you knew, he could've just gotten home from a girl's place.

"Come on, I've got Fast and Furious on." Closing the door behind you, a soft giggle leaves your lips. Lando can't help his full smile come out, hearing your laughter, and follows you to his living room.

You slide your shoes off and lay comfortably on the couch, knowing Lando is probably fixing snacks as you hit play on the movie. He comes padding into the room and puts down fruits, pretzels, candy, and other things laid out, but you notice that all your favorite foods and the movie selection lined up as your favorite movies. Nothing of his was thrown into the mix.

Thinking nothing of it until Lando lifts your head and lays it in his lap, but he doesn't touch you, not even playing with your hair like he would typically do whenever you had your head in his lap.

"Okay, what the hell is going on with you?" You ask, pausing the movie as you sit up to look at him.

"What do you mean? We're just watching movies." His face scrunched up in confusion.

"No. We're watching my favorite movies only. Eating only my favorite snacks, and you aren't even trying to make a move on me! So what's going on with you?" You yell, hating this change in him all of a sudden.

"I don't want you to quit!" He yells back now you're the one making the confused face.

"What? Lando, I'm not going to quit."

"Yes, yes, you are. I heard you talking with Carlos. You said you'd quit if the money wasn't so good. I...I know I've been sleeping around a lot, but honestly, I can't...I'm just trying to forget that the person I want doesn't want me." He groans, running his hands over his face in frustration.

"Lando." You sigh, gathering your thoughts. "it's a joke. A gag between Carlos, Max, and me. I'm not going to quit. You'd have to fire me first." You laugh, touching his jittering leg, making it stop as he looks up at you.

"Also, no girl is ever worth that. You shouldn't even be dealing with your feelings like that. So, who is this girl?" You ask, wanting to know who is sending Lando into a tailspin.

"You." You both just stare at each other as you just blink at him before laughing out loud.

Lando groans and hangs his head. He knew he didn't deserve you; honestly, no one did; you were perfect. You try to gather yourself so you don't hurt Lando too much with your laughter.

"No, seriously, who is it really?" You ask, wiping away tears from laughing.

"You. It's always been you. You weren't supposed to have 3 weeks of vacation when you first started. It was supposed to be 1. I changed it. I changed the menu for your favorite foods on the road so you weren't homesick. Whenever you got sick, I left the little care baskets of your favorite things to make you feel better. You big ass raise you got last year? ME! I pay for it myself; Mclaren doesn't pay you like everyone thinks. I pay you because you're mine. I don't want you to leave because if you leave, no one, no one, could even replace you. You are what I want." He huffs out, breathing heavily.

Standing slowly, you nudge his legs open, move between them, and lean down, making Lando swallow thickly as he tries hard to control the urge to not kiss you silly.

"Want me, Lando? I'm yours?" You ask, smirking, moving your fingers through his curls.

"Then earn me. You wanted to be such a fuckboi, but you're really a simp, right? The moment we met, I wasn't yours. You were mine." Leaning down, you kiss the corner of his mouth before quietly leaving his place.

Let the Games Begin.

The Aftermath || LN4 {4}

Pairing: Lando Norris x widow!reader Summary: Things heat up and the night's only just beginning. Warnings: 18+ only, NSFW, nudity, sexual themes WC: 2.3k

F1 Masterlist || One || Two || Three || Four || Five || Six

“I need to head down to the gym for a bit, are you going to be alright here?” Lando asked as he gently lifted your head off his legs.

You dropped the hotel guide you were flipping through after unpacking your bags and sat up so he could get up off the couch. “I’ll come with you.”

“You’ll come to the gym?” he asked as his eyebrow cocked up in surprise.

“Don’t be silly,” you scoffed as you waved the hotel guide his way. “I’ll be in the spa. They have a full salon service.”

He pulled you to your feet and into his arms as he brushed his lips softly over yours, teasing you until you rose on your tiptoes to deepen the kiss. A small groan escaped his throat as he pulled away and combed his fingers through his hair. “I already don’t want to go.”

“Sorry.” The smile on your face contradicted the apology and Lando chuckled at the sight, knowing you were not feeling sorry at all. 

“Come on then, before you distract me again.” He slipped a room key into your pocket and laced his fingers with yours before heading to the elevator. As soon as the elevator doors closed he looked at your reflection in the mirrors and remembered the intense ride up. “This was a bad idea. This is very distracting and it’s your fault.”

You turned to face him, head tilting as you looked up through your lashes with an innocent smile. “It’s not my fault you are so easily distracted.”

“But you are the distraction.”

You caught your bottom lip between your teeth at the heat in his eyes. “Is a workout really that important?”

His hand reached past you to the panel, his finger aiming for the floor button you had just left, but then the doors opened at the leisure centre and you skipped out before he could hit it. 

“Mr Malvern would be very disappointed if you missed a cardio session because you got distracted,” you teased as you pressed your key card to the gym entrance and opened the door for him. 

He tried to stifle his smile as he looked down at his shoes and stepped off the elevator, his body brushing yours as he passed the doorway to the gym. Unable to resist his own teasing, he dipped his head to yours as he walked by. “There’s more than one way to get a cardio workout, love.” His lips brushed your cheek as light as a feather before he was gone, throwing a wink over his shoulder as he left you struggling to remember how to breathe.

You were still half in a daze as you headed to the other end of the hall where a pair of opaque glass doors awaited, his words playing on repeat in your head the entire way.

“Is this something special for tonight?” the beautician asked as you placed one hand under the UV light and she painted the other nails. 

“Hopefully,” you admitted with a smile mostly to yourself as you looked over the menu of services. “What’s the go with waxing?”

“How do you mean?” 

“It’s, um, been a while since I’ve been with anyone, if you know what I mean…do guys expect a Hollywood or Landing Strip or anything?”

She screwed the lid on the nail polish and placed it down on the table. “In my experience, if he's worth a grain of salt, he won’t care. But, it’s a Hollywood that we get most requested.”

You felt like a new woman as you stepped out of the salon with your nails done, a fresh blowout in your hair, and not a single strand of hair on your body from your newly tinted and shaped eyebrows to your toes. The beautician had been one to remind you with each strip of wax, ‘beauty is pain’ and she was right, but the result did wonders for your confidence.

Though you couldn’t see the sun outside, the time on your watch said it was only 6pm as you stepped into the suite. Lando said his surprise wasn’t going to start until 9pm so there were still a few hours that your imagination had many ideas on how to fill. Just the thought of what you were planning was enough to leave you giddy, with an edge of nervousness.

You had been with René since you were both teenagers, learning how to love with all the finesse of two bumbling toddlers learning to walk. It hadn’t been pretty at times, and the both of you had stumbled as you found your footing, but before you knew it you were running together hand in hand. You had thought it would be that way forever.

You didn’t have the naivety that came with the rose tinted glasses of young love. You were older now, not just physically but in your soul. While other women your age faced breakdowns in relationships or lost their partners to infidelity, yours lost his life. 

Before René died you had thought widows were grey haired grandma’s, they weren’t in their 20’s, they weren’t you. Until it was.

Now you had to learn how to love once again, learn what the other enjoyed and disliked, make mistakes and learn from them. It was exciting and saddening at the same time. It was more confusing the longer you thought about it.

A sweet scent hit you as you stepped inside and closed the door. “Lando?”

“Just a sec,” he called from the bedroom and you followed his voice to find him in the bathroom, bubbles overflowing the tub and rose petals sprinkled all around the room. 

His back was to you as he bent over the counter and you could see the definition of each muscle as he moved, lighting a scented candle like the dozen already flickering in the darkened room. The sweatpants he had changed into after his workout hung low enough on his hips to reveal the two dimples at the base of his spine and the warmth of his skin called you closer until you could wrap your arms around his waist and rest your cheek on his shoulder blade. 

“Hey,” he greeted softly as he blew out the match and turned in your arms. 

“Am I interrupting a little me time?” you asked with a smirk. “You should have put a sock on the door if you wanted privacy.”

Lando’s laugh echoed off the tiled walls before he swept you up into his arms. “You’re gonna pay for that, smartass,” he promised as he stepped into the bath and sank down into the hot water with you still fully clothed. Water overflowed the lip of the deep bath and flooded the floor but you didn’t care as your head fell back with a laugh.

“I just had my hair done,” you managed to say through the giggles as you flicked bubbles out of it and tried to save it before seeing the mess on the floor. “Housekeeping is going to hate you.”

“I can take the trouble,” he said with a smile. “You’re worth it.”

Shifting onto his lap, you placed a hand over his heart and felt it beating beneath your palm. “I had plans, you know.”

Settling back into the curve of the bath, he relaxed beneath you with his hands on your hips. “Yeah?”

“Mhmm,” you hummed as you took his hands, gripping the hem of your shirt as you drew them up your body. “I think you might have had the same one.”

His smirk grew as he pulled the shirt over your head and tossed it aside. “You were going to bathe me and massage my feet by candlelight too?”

“I might be skipping a few steps.”

“So impatient,” he tutted as his thumbs drew circles over your ribs, each circle inching him closer to the lace of your bra.

Your patience had been infinite all your life. You had been a patient girlfriend, putting your career on pause so you could travel with René and support him early in his career. You had been a patient fiancée, delaying the wedding when René needed to focus on racing and planning was a distraction. You had been a patient wife, waiting until René retired before trying to start a family so he didn’t miss out on the things that matter.

Your patience had finally run out. 

“It’s selfish,” you corrected as you leaned forward, your lips hovering over his as you looked into his blue eyes that reflected the dozens of flames flickering around the bath. “I want you, Lando, and I don’t want to wait any longer.”

You could feel beneath the sweatpants how much he wanted you too but there was hesitancy in his eyes. Or maybe it was more akin to regret.

“What are you thinking about?” you asked quietly as he sighed.

“Fucking Max.”

Your jaw fell slack before you recovered. “Not what I expected,” you muttered as you started to climb out of the bath.

“No, that’s not what I meant. Fuck,” Lando groaned as he pulled you back down onto his lap. “I want you too, so so so badly, but I ordered us dinner and it’ll be here any minute. That was Max’s suggestion, I knew I shouldn’t have listened to him.”

A knock sounded at the door and a muffled ‘room service’ reached you a moment later. 

“Come in,” you called back and the front door clicked open before the rattle of a trolley clinked as it was rolled into the room. “Leave it there thanks!”

“Certainly, ma’am, just call reception when you’re ready for the dishes to be cleared.”

Your eyes hadn’t left his as you waited to hear the door click shut.

“Food is going to get cold,” he warned at the telltale sound that you were alone once again.

Your lips had gone dry from the deep breaths you had been taking to steady your racing heart and he watched your tongue roll across them, your stomach somersaulting at the hunger in that stare. “I don’t care.”

Fresh water sloshed over the lip of the bath as he sat up closed the distance between his lips and your skin, his teeth grazing over the supple skin of your breasts. “Off,” he ordered as he pulled the cup of your bra down and sealed his mouth over your nipple.

You obeyed in an instant, reaching back and unclasping it before dropping it to the floor with your shirt while his tongue drew his name from your lips. Your hips rocked over his but your shorts and his sweatpants kept you from what you needed most and a frustrated whine escaped. “Lando, get me out of these damn shorts.”

A small pool was forming outside the bath as you climbed out with Lando following quickly. There was a furious need to keep close and your fingers tugged at his hair to bring his lips back to yours while he fumbled with the button on your denim shorts before pushing them past your hips. You relinquished the hold on his curls to pull the string of his sweatpant loose and your core clenched as the white material of his boxers had turned clear with the water, leaving nothing to the imagination.

The sodden sweatpants caught around his ankles as he took a step closer and you gave a small squeal as he stumbled into you, the soapy bubbles covering the tiles giving no purchase as the ground rushed up to meet you. Lando tried to help catch you but with his pants tangled all he did was end up splashing onto the floor beside you, shock and horror plastered on his face.

You wiggled your fingers and toes, satisfied you weren’t hurt, before a giggle escaped and you lay down on the warm tiles as more laughter filled the air. It took a moment, a heartbeat even, for Lando to join you and sprawl across the floor with his deep laugh echoing yours. 

“This is not what I had planned,” you said between the giggles you couldn’t stop. “Are you alright?”

“Ego’s a little bruised and my confidence could do with a bandaid,” he said with a chuckle, pulling you into his arms so your head could rest on his shoulder and not the hard floor. 

You shifted in his arms, cupping his face as you smiled at him and washed away the worry that lingered in his eyes with a kiss. 

This kiss was a far cry from the desperate need earlier, it was soft and slow, reassuring. It was a promise that you hadn’t changed your mind because you had ended up in a mess on the floor. It had actually endeared you to him even more, if that were possible. Up until now everything he had been planned worked out perfectly that you were worried you would fuck it all up. But he was human. A handsome, kind, perfectly normal human who was trying his best and it made your heart swell with emotion.

 Retreating from his embrace, you grabbed the sweatpants from where they were still tangled around his legs and pulled them free.

“What are you doing?” he asked as he pushed up onto his elbows, his abs tensing as you crawled up his body, your fingers slipping into the waistband of his boxers. 

His breath shuddered as you pulled the material away and bit your lip at the long hard length that sprung free. “Giving you a bandaid.”

Click here for part five.

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Could you write something with lewis? Like maybe he tries to teach y/n how to surf and its just a bunch of fluff on vacation and maybe she falls asleep on him

SURF’S UP | LEWIS H.

pairing: lewis hamilton x fem!reader

warnings: kissing. mentions of checking someone out.

author's note: why did it took me so long to write this request? cause im a procrastinator :) im sorry to this anon and i hope you still get to see this somehow! <3 also, i need to learn to actually follow what the request says, cause i read one thing and completely write the other lol help me 😭

masterlist

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''No, Lu! Absolutely not.'' She was adamant, shaking her head over and over again.

Lewis loudly sighed at her decline. He moved so he was sitting behind her on the beach towel, putting his hands on her shoulders and he started massaging them. ''Come on, darling. The feeling of the ocean around you is indescribable and sitting out beyond the waves… you'll feel a new appreciation for the sea and nature. It's a dream of mine to-''

''Yeah, I know. You want to surf every day, catch the perfect wave and something about the sunset, and when you have a dream, we shouldn't let anyone tell us we can't achieve it.'' His partner finished his sentence, teasing his way of inspirational speaking.

The Brit pulled her backwards into him, pinching her sides. ''Hey! Don't mock me, I'm serious about this.'' His words contrasted the tone in which he spoke; he absolutely loved it when she teased him.

''I know, I'm sorry,'' she kissed the side of his neck, leaning her arms on his spread-out knees, ''I prefer watching you surf, Lu.''

''You just like my butt in the wetsuit!'' He exclaimed, adding a giggle at the end.

Y/N shrugged her shoulders. ''I mean- you said it yourself. I have to appreciate the nature.'' She winked at her partner, using his own words to justify checking him out when he wore the black stretchy material that perfectly hugged his figure.

''That's not what I meant, but I'll take it.'' Lewis pecked her cheek a few times, his beard tickling her face.

His eyes lingered on hers, admiring the way she was observing the sea and the other surfers. ''You really don't want to give it a try, love?'' He asked, a last attempt at convincing her.

She shook her head. ''Another time, Lu,'' Y/N squeezed his right knee, ''just want to relax and check my boyfriend out.'' She sighed, a huge grin present as she grabbed her sunglasses and put them on.

''Okay then, try not to drool, though.'' He smirked before quickly planting a kiss on her lips, and making his way over to where his surfboard was stationed.

Y/N watched her boyfriend run to the water, his board underneath his arm. She wasn't subtle about staring at his… assets, but she was going home with those assets and she knows how much Lewis loves it when her attention is solely on him.

''What a life… what a life.''

FOUR BIG GUYS

or: John Price lets 141 fuck his girlfriend.

dubcon. gangbang. double penetration. daddy kink. breeding kink.

"look at 'er, cap'n. pretty thing, isn't she?" simon coos, amused, pressing the head of the pink vibrator against your puffy clit.

you spasm beneath his hold, head fuzzy and thrashing your legs in a desperate attempt to get away from another crashing wave of orgasm. "c-can't! no more, please! please!"

"shh, s'okay, pretty girl. doin' so good for us," johnny whispers, soothing soft circles on your ankle as he keeps you from squirming away.

"such a cute cunt.." he groans, a low sound straight from his throat before his eyes go to fixate on the kitten-themed buttplug buried inside of you.

"nearly there, puppy. gon' cum for us?" kyle peppers light kisses over your shoulders, chest pressed against your back. he tweaks a perky nipple with each hand, a soft grin overtaking his features as you try to get away from his touch.

"hafta' loosen you up a bit more and we can finally fuck you, yeah? sound good?"

you whine, a keening sound that quickly becomes a gasp when simon's leather-gloved hand slaps against your swollen pussy.

"he asked you something. better fuckin' answer it, princess."

"yes!" you cry out, "sounds so so good, kyle! w-wan' be stuffed full with your— a-ah fuck— cock! wan' to feel you in my belly!" your mindless babbles makes your boyfriend, john, curse, hands cuffed and tied to a chair.

("just a safety precaution, cap'n." soap had reassured him. "wouldn't want to be killed 'cause i was havan' mae way wit' yer girleen, eh?")

you stare at simon, teary-gazed and eyes blown wide with lust, soft hiccups leaving your lips as tear tracks run down your cheeks.

"think you can take the three of us, princess?" he turns the vibrator off, reaching to flick your clit, pinching the bud between gloved fingers. you yelp, throwing your head back to rest against kyle's shoulder.

"c-can't—"

"ya wanna be our good girl, yeah?" johnny whispers, cutting off your complaint, spreading your legs and placing them on his shoulder. "know you can do it, sweetheart."

"no, johnny, s'not gonna fit- you're too big, it's not-" he growls, a swift snap of his hips that has him burying his entire cock into your weeping cunt.

"jonhnny!" you squeal, hands slapping against his chest to try and push him away.

he doesn't let up, pressing his weight against you to pin you down. "there we go.." he groans, patting your clit. "told ya you could do it."

kyle's voice by your ear sends a shiver down your spine. "ready for one more, pup?"

".. o-okay.." you sniffle pathetically, feeling him press a kiss by the side of your neck as he whispers "thank you" against your skin.

kyle takes out the buttplug out of your stretched hole, wet with lube. when he pushes the tip of his length in, the burning stretch makes you mewl, toes curling.

your eyes flutter shut, a string of "pleasepleasepleaseplease—" when he finally sinks himself to the hilt, balls pressed snug between your ass.

"atta girl," he hums a stuttering breath. "fuck, you squeeze my cock so good, pup."

you feel a roughened palm cup your jaw. blearily, you blink back the tears and meet johnny's eyes. "still with us, pretty?"

"mhmmm—" your eyes stray for a moment, seeing a glimpse of simon grasping a tuft of john's hair to keep him from looking away.

you feel dirty for a quick second, two cocks stuffed inside of you, stretching you impossibly wide, as your boyfriend watches you get fucked by his men.

kyle follows your gaze and you're taken aback when you feel him snap his hips into you, choking on a wail.

"s-so fuckin' tight, captain," he chuckles. "trained her so, a-ah, well. fuckfuckfuck—!" his eyes roll back into his skull. "god, you feel so good, pup. sucking my cock in like a good whore. you were made for this, hm? made to be fucked by more than one cock in you."

johnny begins to move as well. thrusting inside when kyle is pulling out to make sure neither of your holes feel too lonely.

"doesn't it feel so good, baby?" he asks you between gasps, fucking his thick length into your dripping cunt. you can barely hear him with the sloppy and wet sounds your pussy is making. "you're gonna cream on my cock, yeah? be a good girl and cum for me?"

you nod, begging. "y-yes! wan' be your good girl, johnny! i'll do anything, just lemme be your good girl!" you're sobbing now, cute cries of pleasure that makes simon's dick throb in his pants.

"if you fuckin' cum in her, you're all dead, you hear me, muppets?" john growls, feeling the rope dig into his skin.

it's almost too much, being bounced on their laps and letting them have their way with you. toyed like a fleshlight, making a mess on their thighs as they chase their release, searing breaths against your skin as your walls spasm around them.

your eyes are dazed when you open them, head tilted to the side as simon's pierced dick pats your cheek. "open up, princess. make your mouth useful for me."

your lips part for him, peeking up at him from behind your fluttering lashes, and he's quick to find out how well the captain has taught you.

the grin he sports is hidden by the mask but he can't stop the flicker of amusement in his words.

"what a good slut. gonna let me cum down your throat? let captain watch gaz and soap fill you up, hm?"

your try to search for your boyfriend's eyes but simon holds a fistful of your hair and forces you to take in more of his length.

"you're doin' so well for us, pretty girl," johhny says and you try to ignore the fact that you can feel him pressed against your cervix. a little more and he'd be right in your womb. "look so pretty with our cocks in you." he grunts out.

"fuck- nearly there! shitshitshit, baby, lemme come inside you, please," kyle nearly sobs, lost in the pleasure of your tight heat, fastening his pace even as he feels you clench around him. "fuckkkk, 'm so close, so close, hunnie!"

you end up coming with him, gasping out the syllables of his name even as simon pistons his hips at a speed that has you gagging. kyle freezes, cock buried balls deep inside of you as he fills you with the hot white spurts of his cum.

johnny grunts as you clamp down on him, creaming around him, squeezing his cock so tight that he decides to just grind into you till you come down from your high.

you can't stop the way your hips try to eagerly meet every one of his thrusts when he finally starts moving again, try to take him deeper even if your womb is the only other place he can go.

when he cums, hips stuttering and pace faltering, he makes sure you cum with him. wants to feel you squeeze his release from his balls, circling the sensitive bud of your clit. your moan is muffled by simon's cock.

his cum oozes out of your spasming little cunt and he grins at the pretty sight of your used hole stuffed full of him.

simon doesn't let up, not even when you push against his thighs to make him slow down.

"too much for you, princess?" he coos, mocking. "make me feel good, yeah? be a good little girl and help me cum." and you nod and let him use your throat however he wants.

you wanna be their good girl.

wanna be their best girl.

when they're done with you, three holes leaking with their release and covered in their marks, they're surprised when you still cry out a weak, "daddy, need you..."

and oh, all the blood rushes to john's cock.

there you were, overstimulated, skin painted with squirts of cum still dribbling down your spent cunt, voice hoarse and still looking for him.

still needing daddy's cock.

couldn't be satiated without him filling you up, your stomach bulging with the outline of his length as he molded your walls back to the shape of him.

how could he keep his needy baby waiting?

the sound of rope tearing has kyle and simon's heads shoot up from where they were catching their breaths.

"oh, fuck me.." johnny whispers just as the captain goes to stand up, twisting his sore wrists, knowing that the promise earlier held some weight to it.

"oh, my poor girl.." he whispers, kissing your forehead, letting your sloppy little cunt drool over his fingers as he fucks your poor pussy even if his wrists ache.

"daddy's here, love. daddy's right here. gonna take care of you, alright? gonna fill you up nice and warm."

— and i don't really have enough motivation to finish this. so it's gonna end here.

The Aftermath || LN4 {3}

Pairing: Lando Norris x widow!reader Summary: Things are changing between you and Lando, slowly but surely pulling you further from your grief. Warnings: 18+ only, grief and loss, fluff WC: 2.3k

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You weren’t quite able to pinpoint the moment things changed between you and Lando. It had been subtle and it had been soft, but there was no doubt it was felt on both sides.

Maybe it began the first day he showed up, when he had rescued you from the hole you had buried yourself in. Maybe it was the night he woke you from the recurring nightmare that plagued your sleep and he had held you until you could breathe steadily again. Maybe it was when he invited you to England and you said yes.

You were both surprised by the answer considering only a month ago you had struggled to leave the house and now you were going to leave the country. It was progress, and it wasn’t forever - just for ten days while Lando did some testing in Woking and raced at Silverstone. 

There was only one condition to your trip, and your stance was firm on it. You did not want to see him in his race car. Just the thought of it made you ill despite him having raced the other week in Austria. You hadn’t been able to turn on the tv while the race was on, in fact you had turned your phone off completely too so you didn’t hear any news about it.

What you didn’t know couldn’t hurt you. Or that’s what you told yourself when you spent hours trying to distract yourself out in the garden. The roses were trimmed terribly because you hadn’t been able to concentrate on what you were doing. You were lucky you still had your fingers intact after some of the wayward clippings you had done while your mind drifted away on you.

It was only after you knew the race had surely finished that you turned your phone back on to see dozens of missed calls from Lando, the voicemails growing increasingly more frantic as he begged you to answer him.

“Is this all you’ve packed?” Lando asked as he picked up the carry-on sized suitcase. 

“Most of my clothes are too loose,” you said with a shrug to ease his mind but you could see the worry crumple his forehead. “It’s been a while since I last went but there’s still shops in England, right?”

He chuckled as he put the bag in the boot of the McLaren René had given you. “I could get you some Quadrant gear. It would look good on you.”

“Because it’s yours or because I can make anything look good?” you joked as you pulled an exaggerated pose for an imaginary photoshoot.

His smile grew as he unzipped his bag, pulling out an oversized hoodie with his brand’s logo on it. “Let’s see.” 

He pulled it over your head and you dutifully slipped your arms in as you inhaled his scent that clung to the soft material. 

Taking a step back he tapped his fingers across his lips. “Hmmm,” he hummed deep in thought before nodding. “Both. Definitely both.”

Lando opened the car door for you, closing it behind you before walking around the car and taking the driver’s seat. “Did I pick up my passport?” he asked himself as he buckled his seatbelt and frowned.

“No,” you said with a shake of your head before pulling it out of your handbag to wave it in front of him. “But I did.”

“What would I do without you?” he swooned dramatically as he took it and shoved it into his hoodie pocket. The car roared to life and he connected his phone to the airplay since your playlists were a year out of date.

“Go out, have fun and live it up in your 20’s like you should,” you offered as he pulled out of the driveway.

“You’re in your 20’s too.”

“I don’t know how to have fun anymore and I think I age in dog years now, so really I'm in my mid-thirties. Which sucks because I’ll be due a midlife crisis soon.”

“I am going to prove you wrong,” he said as he reached over the gearstick and took your hand. “We are going to go out and have fun, promise.”

You were grateful to have Lando’s hoodie when you landed at Heathrow and saw that the summer weather in Monaco hadn’t extended to the UK. A miserable grey skyline greeted you outside the airport before a horn tooted in the pick up zone and Lando waved to his friend Max.

The footpath was slick with puddles and the rain only seemed to get heavier as you prepared to leave the shelter of the terminal for a mad dash to the car. Before you could step out into the downpour, Lando stopped you and pulled your hood up over your head then donned his own and took your hand. 

The first time he had held your hand you had been left feeling confused and guilty. It had been the first time you felt safe in a year. It had been the first time you had felt warmth in a year. It had felt like a betrayal because it had only been a year. 

You had tried to put distance between the two of you after it happened, pushing him away and rebuilding the wall around your heart that he had been stealthily dismantling brick by brick. But in true Lando fashion he had blatantly ignored your request for space and instead arrived back at your home with a large suitcase and stayed even more.

It had taken time but Lando had convinced you of what deep down you already knew, René would want you to be happy. He would not have cared that the happiness came in the form of his teammate and friend - if anything, at least you knew it was someone René had trusted and shared the same values with.

Once you were able to accept that truth and forgive yourself for the guilt you had felt, things got better. Now you welcomed the small touches, the soft kisses he pressed to your forehead and the grounding weight of his arm when he draped it over your shoulders. 

“Ready to run?” he asked as he tugged the strings for your hood, closing the gap around your face to minimise the chances of getting wet. 

“No, just please don’t let me slip and make an ass of myself.” You could see the phones pointed your way, thumbs tapping the capture button as they took photos of you and Lando. The hoodies weren’t enough to hide your identity but you had grown used to the attention over the years of dating and then marrying an F1 driver, it was just different now that the pictures were with Lando.

“Never,” he chuckled and tightened his fingers laced with yours, “only I can take embarrassing pictures of you.”

You sent him a droll stare but he just smirked before Max tooted the horn again and you both rushed out into the rain. Your shoes splashed into the puddles and soon a giggle escaped as you tipped your head back to feel the cold and refreshing droplets on your lips while Lando opened the car door for you. 

“As much as I love hearing you laugh, come on before you catch a cold,” Lando said with a smile as he placed his hand on the small of your back, guiding you into the backseat. 

“Hey, Max,” you greeted the former racer who had been in the same up and coming circles of drivers as René had been. He had become a familiar face in the last month whenever Lando jumped on the simulator in the basement and streamed with the rest of his Quadrant esports team.

“Hey, Y/N,” he nodded to the hoodie with a grin as the boot slammed shut and Lando sprinted to the front seat, shaking his hair out as he pushed his hood back. “Nice kit.”

“What’s up, bro?” Lando greeted him before following his line of sight to you in the backseat. “Looks good, right?”

“Yeah, you could totally do modelling, or be an influencer.” 

“No thanks, that sounds horrible,” you said with a roll of your eyes as you buckled up. “Plus, I deleted all my social media accounts so I have no one to influence anyway.”

Max shook his head in disbelief before focusing on the road as he pulled out into the midday traffic and headed to the hotel Lando had booked. 

“That Monaco tax holiday is paying off, smart lad,” Max joked as he pulled up at The Shard in the heart of the city. “Did you get the tickets?”

Lando’s eyes flickered your way and Max bit his lip before mouthing ‘sorry’ and Lando sighed. “Yes, I got those explicitly stated surprise tickets.”

“Do I get to know what they are?” you asked as you leaned in between their seats. 

Lando turned and booped you on the nose. “Nope, that would ruin the surprise.”

“What should I wear?” you asked Lando as you tried to phish for information on where he was taking you while you rode the elevator up to the room on the 50th floor, but he really wasn’t giving you much.

“Whatever you feel comfortable in.” 

You tugged the hem of the hoodie down lower so it hid your denim shorts and looked like you were wearing nothing underneath. “What if I’m comfortable in this?”

His lips tugged up in amusement. “Then you can wear just that.”

“Hmm, so it’s nowhere fancy, that’s a relief.”

“I would totally take you somewhere fancy in that. I especially like this part,” he said as he turned you around so your back was to the mirrored wall. 

“My ass?” you joked as you looked back over your shoulder.

“That too, or more, actually, but I was talking about this,” he explained as dragged his index finger across his name that was printed just above the hem. 

Your breath caught in your throat at the touch and you peered up at him as the temperature in the elevator skyrocketed faster than it was carrying you up the skyscraper. 

Maybe it was being out of the house you had shared with René that spurred the sudden freedom you felt, or maybe it was the culmination of touches and sweet gestures that had been building for weeks. Whatever it was, the cage you had kept the last little piece of yourself hidden in was unlocked by it.

His eyes held yours as his palm came to rest over his name and pulled you flush against his body. Your hands naturally found their way to his shoulders as you steadied yourself and you were struck by the grey that danced in his blue eyes, holding the same electric intensity of the storm you were sheltering from. But this was your true shelter, his eyes, his arms, they were your safe haven.

“Lando?” you asked shakily as your eyes drifted down to his full lips that he wet with his tongue.

“Yes, Y/N?” he asked, his voice dropping an octave.

“Will you-” Your lips sealed shut as the doors opened at the leisure centre floor and a woman in her gym gear hopped in. 

A frustrated groan nearly escaped when Lando changed his hold on you, curling his arm around your waist as he chuckled into your hair. Unfortunately the woman was only a floor below you so there was no time to pick up where you left off and then Lando’s hands were preoccupied with carrying the bags to the suite.

The space was stunning as you took it all in and your heart skipped a beat at the sight of the large bed, the only one in the suite. There had been nights when Lando fell asleep next to you, when your nightmares woke him up and he didn’t have the energy to go back to the spare room he had taken over. But this was different. 

Walking further into the living room you froze at the terrifying landscape before you, the sprawling city almost invisible beneath the blanket of clouds across the skyline. It was dizzying how high up you were with only a thin pane of glass separating you from the storm outside. 

“I’m afraid of heights,” you whispered as you took a step back and into Lando’s chest, his arms enclosing around you.

“I won’t let you fall.” His breath was warm on your neck as he kissed your racing pulse. “Now, what were you going to ask me in the elevator?”

You turned in his arms and draped your arms around his neck as your heart threatened to beat right out of your chest. “Will you…kiss me?”

You felt his smile on your skin as he kissed your forehead and you tipped your head back to tell him that wasn’t what you meant but he was quicker and stole the words right from your parted lips as he kissed you properly. 

You might have floated away on the clouds outside if it wasn’t for his arms holding you down. Oxygen no longer meant anything as you breathed him in instead, your fingers combing into his curls with desperation to keep him close. 

Both of you were reluctant to break away but with screaming lungs you pulled back with a gasp and he dropped his forehead to yours. 

“Wow,” he breathed with a soft chuckle that made you giggle. “Can we do that again?”

You answered him with a kiss as your hands drifted up under his hoodie and over the hard planes of his abs. “Mhmm, yes, please.”

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