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desperately need “trying to pretend that some jokes/comments don't bother them until one just finally goes too far” from the prompt list!! maybe peter trying to fit in w a certain crowd and making dumb dude jokes? or funny haha comments about things reader is really insecure about (other “prettier” girls wink hint)?

kinda not the request but kinda yeah

Who came up with the ball and chain simile? 

Just a question, because if you knew, you’d travel back in time to find the weak, misogynistic, miserable son of a bitch and punch his nose a good one. Just imagining the blood just trickling, a bruise forming under his condescending eye, it sends a satisfying zing up your spine. 

Well, you didn’t know who came up with the term. However you did know who’s been using it, and it makes you want to punch him all the same. 

“Nice to finally meet Parker’s ball and chain,” it makes you want to immediately retract your hand and look at Peter in shock, you didn’t know this person at all, he was Peter’s friend, someone he’s been hanging out more with around campus, and he wanted you to meet him, and the first thing he compares you to was something that weighs someone down. 

Your hand goes limp in his hand, he hasn’t even told you his name, “I’m sorry, what?” 

And he laughs, not the man shaking your hand, don’t worry he laughs too, with the other circle of friends. No, the laugh that stuck out the most was your boyfriends. 

Like an inside joke, it made you feel really small. Normally you’d pull your hand away and tuck into Peter’s side, but right now you want to walk away. Peter didn’t have your back here, how nasty that sounded, from a stranger no less, and it made him laugh and disregard the audacity in his friend's voice. 

When the man holding your hand caught your silence he stopped and shook your hand, “just kidding, love.” His pet name sends a chill down your spine, where’s Peter’s supportive hand on your back? “I’m Nick.” 

You bite your tongue and smile appropriately until the end of the dragged out interaction, only speaking when necessary, missing Peter’s touches, why wasn’t he holding you? Normally his hand would hold your thigh at the dinner table, or his thumb would take swipes at your back to settle you when you leaned into him. The only thing he’s done is thrown a dominating arm over your shoulder when his other friend Oscar complimented your outfit, it didn’t feel right and you shrugged him off. 

You couldn’t hold it in any longer, the second you were far enough away from his friends ears you spoke, the breeze outside made you cross your arms over your chest, spitting your words with venom you couldn’t bear to even look at Peter. 

“What the fuck was that tonight?” 

Peter looked at you, dared to be confused, “what was what?” 

You pointed back at the restaurant, “that, Peter. What the fuck was that?” 

“Dinner?” 

You seeth, he’s playing dumb, you refuse to get in his car. “What the fuck is the matter with you?” 

“Get in the car,” he looks back over, hoping his friends aren’t watching. 

“No. Not until you tell me what that was.” 

Peter rubbed his forehead, “stop being dramatic, get in the car.” 

He’s never spoken to you like this, you don’t know what went on but you were livid. He was speaking to you like a dog, nervous you were speaking your mind at his sudden change of character in front of his friends. 

“Peter, I swear to fucking god you better check yourself, I’ll show you how dramatic I can be.” 

He takes a look back, no one’s watching, he quickly comes to your side of the car. His arms grip your shoulders and he gently pushes you against the car. “Stop, please just get in the car.” 

You narrow your eyes, “you’re not sleeping over tonight.” 

He sighs and pushes you to the side, he opens the passenger side door and gestures to it, “okay, sure. Will you please just get in?” 

You scoff and push him away, “I am so unbelievably pissed at you it’s not funny.” 

Frustration seeps at Peter’s voice, his teeth are clenched, “yeah, I get it. Just get the fuck in, Y/N.” 

You click your teeth and get in, before Peter can close the door you grab the handle and slam it shut as hard as you could, you watch him pinch the bridge of his nose and mumble to himself in the side mirror before walking back to his side. 

When he sat down you turned your body towards the door, you refused to speak to him. 

“I’m not talking to you.” 

Peter doesn’t wrap his arm around your seat when he reverses, you know why you’re mad, he doesn’t have a right to be mad. 

“Great.” 

“I just wanted you to know.” 

“Thanks.” 

You’re beyond pissed, but him not fighting back made it worse. It made you blow over even harder, suddenly you either needed to get out of the car or you were about to start screaming. Your jaw clenched as you waited but he said nothing, tapping his fingers to the beat on the radio you felt like you were steaming. 

“You were shit tonight and so were your friends.” 

“So you are talking to me.” 

“Yeah, because I wanted you to know you made me feel like shit tonight and you’re making it worse by not defusing it.” 

“I just,” Peter pauses, then sighs and rubs his eyebrow, “baby, I don’t know what you’re mad at.” 

The sudden tone change made you sad, why were you mad? Nick said a shitty thing, but Peter didn’t have your back, that’s what it was about. 

You have a lot of emotion and not enough time or space to figure them out, they come out in the form of tears. You tried your hardest to blink back tears, you sniffed and it gave you away. 

“Baby?” A hand rested on your thigh, you grabbed it to push it off, instead his worry made you burst. Your lower lip trembles when you speak, the words tumble out. “Nick was mean and you laughed.” 

And Peter felt bad, so he pulled off the road and unbuckled himself to reach over and hold you. He repeated sorry’s until you felt better, then told you it was a dumb joke, and he was so, so, so sorry. 

“I promise, baby, it was just a joke.” 

Maybe you were overreacting, you did just meet him and he was Peter’s friend, maybe he just made a tasteless joke, you could accept it at that. 

“You promise it was just a joke?” 

Peter presses kisses to your hairline, “promise.” 

You tried to keep the same mindset over the next few weeks, you plastered a fake smile on each time it was said and sometimes you were able to choke out a laugh, joke or not the meaning upset you. 

You couldn’t handle it anymore, last night Nick laid into you, “late again, let me guess, the ball and chain were reluctant to let go?” It wasn’t being compared to the object anymore, you were the object. 

“Can we talk?” 

Those words always sent a jolt in Peter’s spine, he hates those three words, nothing good ever happened. 

“Of course.” He watched you pace the floor in front of him. 

“I tried being cool, Peter. I really did, and I didn’t want to be dramatic and ruin a fun time, but I can’t, Peter. I can’t handle the jokes anymore, it makes me feel super insecure and it feels like I’m just an object for you.” 

“What jokes?” 

It feels silly, but you feel judged every time you do something around his friends. 

“The ball and chain ones. It makes me feel like I’m weighing you down, and it’s really getting to me. I don’t want to ruin the joke but I just feel like I can’t be myself around your friends.” 

Peter’s upset he’s let it go on so long, he should’ve stopped it after the first time it happened but when he saw you smile along he thought you were in on the joke, you weren’t, it still felt like they were laughing at you. 

“If it makes you feel like that it’s not a joke. I’ll stop it, they’ll never say it again.” 

Was it really that easy? 

“I don’t want to be dramatic,” 

“Not dramatic, poking fun at someone's expense isn’t fun.” 

It was that easy. 

“Never again?” 

“Nope. Watch this,” Peter grabs his phone and holds it up, “hey, Siri. Text the group chat, my old lady’s making me tell you guys-” 

Peter was cut off when you tackled him to the couch. 

i'm a sucker for angst to fluff. what if parker's friends say some mean things ab your body but parker doesn't defend you. that night, you won't cuddle him, you won't even sleep in the same bed because you don't wanna disgust him... and peter has to make it up to you.

parker is a dunce!!! peter supremacy!

Peter had two sets of friend groups. 

The first one was the original one. Kids he grew up with, suffered through high school and flew into the freedom of college with him. The group you knew the most of, they were the closest to him and nearly the entire group became your friends too. Weekends spent smashing drinks and staying up too late before hitting up a diner for greasy burgers at four in the morning. 

Then the second group, which you did not know well, don’t know how Peter knows them and can’t fathom why Peter would entertain them. 

It’s split like this. 

With friend group A, he’s Peter.

With friend group B, he’s Parker. 

You don’t like Parker; not one bit. 

Parker can be stark, blunt, bold and cocky. 

It was the friend group, they made him believe he was one of them so sometimes he acted a little too much like them. It wasn’t ever too bad, just the stuff you know he normally wouldn’t feed into, he gorged. 

His friend, leader of the group, Nick, said it in passing. It’s not the first time you met, granted you try to spend as little time as possible with them but you also won’t give them the cold shoulder. The mutual understanding with friend group B is that you both are there for Peter’s sake, it just makes things easier. 

Nick threw his beer back, foam swirled to the top. His long arm extended to the seat next to him, his watch clicked against the chair top. 

“I’m surprised you didn’t bag someone with a better body, Parker.” A sharp wink is thrown at your boyfriend, and in response he snorted, “yeah, right.” 

It was sarcastic, you’ll give him that. But he didn’t give more, you waited for the ‘real funny, but don’t talk about my girlfriend like that.’ However, he just rubbed your shoulder and sent a small smile, almost like he was saying, ‘you know how it is.’ 

You didn’t miss the tiny curl of Nick’s lip when you shook Peter’s hand off your arm. 

If he couldn’t stand up to his friends over a shit comment then why would you let him put his hands on your body, knowing everyone thinks he could do better?

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Peter frowned when you pulled away from his grasp, he was going for a hug but you floated away. You were quiet on the ride back, not starting conversation but not letting it fail either. 

If Peter could describe your emotion right now it would be ‘fine.’ 

“C’mon, gimme a hug.” 

You cross your arms, “you sure you want your hands on me?” 

Peter reaches out and tries to pull one hand back with the other but his right hand breaks free and grabs you, “I can’t control them! They need you too much.” 

Sometimes it’s really, really hard to be upset with him. 

“I’m gonna take a shower,” you pull away, forcing yourself to stand up for yourself, if the situation was reversed you’d shut it down at the dinner table. Not smile sympathetically and give him an ‘oh well!’ 

“Want company?” 

Disappointment covers your features, “not really.” 

He wouldn’t stand up to defend the body he loves but he wants to be first in line to use it. 

“Oh. Okay, if you want I’ll make us some ice cream cones and set up a movie?” 

You shrug, “sure.” 

Peter knows what’s wrong but he views it as a boundary issue between his friends and him, not you. He knows what he needs to do but doesn’t want to involve you further. 

That message doubles down when you told him you would sleep on his couch tonight, he woke you up after the movie to take you to bed when you shrugged him off, “I’ll sleep here tonight,” that never happens, ever. 

“No, c’mon, I’ll carry you.” 

His hands slipped under your thigh when you rolled over, “if it wasn’t so late I’d be at home. Consider yourself lucky that I’m still here.” 

So, Peter presses a kiss to your temple with an “alright, honey. Goodnight, we can talk in the morning, okay?” 

When he walks away you mumble under your breath, “hope you dream about girls with better bodies.” He hears you, it takes everything in him to not bring you with him. 

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Noise woke you up. 

The room was bright, sleeping in the living room left you exposed to nearly every window in the apartment. Peter’s room was dark and cool, if you were in there it could be well into mid morning before you rose. 

There was a blanket on you that wasn’t there last night, it’s one from Peter’s room, he keeps an extra by his bed for you. The sun peering in warmed up the room and you started to feel just a little too warm. 

You almost forgot why you were awake until you heard a cabinet shut loudly and a soft curse murmured from the kitchen. Peter was up early making breakfast, you know he feels largely guilty. It almost makes everything okay. 

It took heat swarming your face for you to pull the blanket away, the cool breeze from his ceiling fan felt really good. You yawn, then cough from a dry throat. 

“Baby?” 

You sniff, nothing more than a harsh breath, “morning.” Your voice croaks from the couch, you hear shuffling, steps get louder until you looked up at his face peering over you. 

“I slept like shit, how about you?” 

You stretch your arms over your head, “no complaints.” 

Peter recognizes you’re still mad. 

“Waffles or pancakes?” 

You grin, “french toast.” 

Peter leans over the back of the couch, his lips puckered. “Deal,” you push his chin away. “No kisses, you’re on time out.” 

He wanted to wait until after breakfast but he really can’t last that long without a kiss. 

“Okay, come here.” 

You got up and followed him, he grabbed his phone sitting on the counter and gestured to taking a seat at the breakfast bar. Peter unlocked his phone and tapped around, he handed it towards you, you looked at him confused before he wiggled it. “Take it, read it.” 

Taking his phone you looked down, it was blurry and you had to blink a few times. Peter busy with moving around the kitchen. 

A text thread between him and Nick. 

“hey man, I know you didn’t mean anything by it but you hurt some feelings by that comment tonight. From here on out no jokes on or about her, cool?” 

“Ah shit man, my bad. I didn’t mean to get you yelled at, no jokes about the lady in front of her from now on.” 

“I mean don’t joke about her, ever. It’s not cool to me, and it disrespects my girlfriend.” 

“Say less, I’ll tell the guys, no more jokes about parker’s girl.” 

“Appreciate it, man.” 

A small pout takes over your face, he texted it last night after you got home. If you can track it back it would’ve been around the time you were in the shower, unprompted he stuck up for you. 

Peter stood up for you, he had your back. 

You assumed he didn’t, but he just didn’t make a scene. He kept cool and calm until he was back at home, in regards to not embarrassing you or his friends and maybe damaging either relationship. 

You click your tongue, your boyfriend meets your eyes, he’s awaiting a response. 

“Well, now it’s hard to be mad.” 

“I will always defend your honor, sweetheart. Just because I don’t do it at that moment doesn’t mean I wont, okay? I love you and you are absolutely the hottest woman I could ever bag, alright?” 

You respond with countless kisses and cuddles, Peter needs to nearly peel you off his body so he can use the stove safely, but not one complaint utters from his lips. 

hey, i loveee your writings! i was wondering if you could write a fic or one shot of peter parker and reader getting into an argument based off of peter parker saying something to his friends behind readers back about reader that hurts her feelings? ending is up to you! thanks!

iiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii dunno how i feel about this

You were many things. 

Beautiful, talented, smart, caring, affectionate, loyal, honest, needy. 

Needy. 

Needy, needy, needy. 

Needy, he called you needy. 

Were you needy? You didn’t think so, but then again, would you be aware if you were? 

Maybe he didn’t mean it, it was a private conversation. He could’ve been just venting, ranting about small things. You’ve done it before with your friends, it could be harmless. 

But, god it hurt. It was so casual coming from his mouth, like it’s a common thought passing through his mind. 

“Hi petey,” you said with a hum, he had just left yours to hang out with his friends when he called. 

Silence drifted on the line. 

“Petey?” 

Shuffles, maybe a cough? Murmured voices, nothing too solid. 

“Peter, you there?” 

Laughs break through, you understand it was a buttdial. 

You were about to hang up but Peter moved around, suddenly the voices were crystal clear. 

“So, how is it with your girl, parker?” 

You think it’s Mark. 

It’s wrong to eavesdrop but if your partner accidentally called while they were about to talk about you, wouldn’t you listen, just for a second? 

Notes from future self, don’t. 

“Eh,” you imagine him rubbing at the back of his head, “good, good. It’s good.” 

Good? 

Good, that’s it? 

Good? 

You thought everything was great, wonderful in fact. When your friends ask about Peter you take your time on the soapbox preaching, he wants to end the conversation immediately. 

Is that a good sign or a really bad sign? 

“Just good? Don’t tell me she stopped putting out, I know how chicks are.” 

“Don’t talk about her like that, Logan.” 

Peter came to your defense, point one for parker. 

On the other side of the line Logan holds his hands up in surrender, “didn’t mean to poke the bear there, parker. Get your girl to suck your dick, you’ll be fine.” 

Next time you see Logan you’ll clobber him. 

Peter grunts, he’s never liked Logan and neither did the friend group. But every group needed that one person that was mutually hated so there was always something to joke and talk about. 

“She sucks my dick just fine, you sound jealous. I’m sure she’s got a friend that’ll pity fuck you.” 

Your eyebrows furrow, Peter doesn’t talk like that. At least not around you, is this what the ‘saturday’s are for the boys’ boys mean when they say locker room talk? 

Mark cuts back in, he lights up a joint. 

“I’m sure parker is just fine, he can barely rip himself away from Y/N.” He coughs on the smoke between laughs, Peter stays quiet. He’s wondering if he should tell his friends this, it’s nothing serious and it didn’t really bother him, and he didn’t want to say anything to you because he knows you’d take offense and stop it; and he’d miss it way too much. 

“Yeah, that’s kinda the problem.” 

He mumbled it, but he said it and what the fuck did that mean? 

You couldn’t stop now, you pray he doesn’t see you’re connected to the call. 

“Trouble in paradise? Do tell.” Mark offers the joint to Peter, he accepts it and passes it to Logan. 

“Sometimes I feel like she’s all over me and needs me for everything, I dunno.” 

Peter tugs at his hair, he’s not saying it right. 

“I think I feel like no matter how much I’m there it’s not enough, she’s so needy.” 

Gut punch. You took such a sharp inhale you have to stop breathing to make sure Peter didn’t pick up on it. You’re reeling trying to look at it from his side, you didn’t seem needy, but everyone’s idea of needy must be different. 

Sure, you do try to extend his visits for as long as possible but that’s because some weeks you feel like you don’t see him but for a few hours and you’re willing to scrape up as much time as possible. And because you love him. And sure, there have been times you ask him to do things or help you but you love watching him fix things around your apartment and have him take extra time to dote on you. And because you love him. 

You want to hang up, you don’t want to know why he thinks you’re needy. If you do then you’ll spiral and question everything you do from here on out. 

On Peter’s end he pulled his phone out to check to see the time, and if you’ve texted. His eyes widen at the screen, he feels like he stopped breathing before he whispered a “fuck” under his breath, he looked at the screen and tried to pretend it wasn’t real. 

It was. Bold and in his face, your saved name and small lettering below it, ‘call connected’ you’ve been on the line for six minutes. You heard absolutely everything, in a panic he hung up the call which was the worst thing he could’ve done, because now you know he knows, and suddenly you realized that if he thought you were needy you’d show him you weren’t. 

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There is no surprise your boyfriend is pounding on the door. 

Not loudly, but constant and quickly, demanding to not be ignored. 

Like his four missed calls. 

After two straight minutes of his rapping you finally swung the door open, waiting for him to bombard you with reason and apologies. He looked surprised. Peter opens and closes his mouth, he doesn’t know what to say exactly.

Your eyebrow raises at his silence, “you had forty minutes, four missed calls, seven ignored texts, banged on my door for two minutes, and in all that time you didn’t think of one thing to say?” 

“I’m sorry?” He looks sheepish, he gave a tiny shrug. Hoping you’ll find him cute enough to be let off the hook, like a kid with cookie crumbs around his mouth claiming he didn’t know who ate them. 

You run your tongue over your teeth and click them, “yeah, no.” You try to swing the door shut and he foot catches it. 

“Baby,” he catches your eyes, his own look wet and sad. He looked remorseful for his words but didn’t know what to say. “I’m sorry.” 

You know what you want to say, you want to tell him that it hurt your feelings, that you didn’t know you were being that way, why he didn’t tell you, why he felt that way, a million things ran through your mind. 

But that would make him right. Needy about answers, about why he would think that. That would prove him right, and you weren’t needy, you didn’t think you were but anything he might deem as needy wouldn’t be done anymore. 

“It’s okay.” 

Peter pulls his head back, he’s unsure if you know what you said. 

“It’s…okay?” 

You nod, “yeah, sure, I understand, you were just venting, and I shouldn’t have been listening.” 

“But that doesn’t make it okay, because if you did that to me I’d be hurt.” 

But I wouldn’t do that, I only praise you around my friends.  

“Yeah, well, fuck around and find out, you know.” 

It feels off, this is why Peter didn’t want to tell you anything. He knew you’d pull away from him, you already are. 

“Wanna watch a movie? I heard there’s -” he tries to move around your shoulder to come in but you move to block him entirely. He looks at you half confused, half offended. 

You didn’t need him. He had plans with his friends and you weren’t about to prove them all right and have Peter come running back to you, like he always does, and try to fix things. 

This time Peter wouldn’t fix things, you were. It was clear what he didn’t like, so you’ll stop doing it. 

“Don’t you have plans tonight?” 

Peter snorts, “since when do you care? You always beg me to stay with you anyways.” 

Is that one? One of the things that made him think you were needy? 

Not tonight. 

“I won’t beg tonight then, go have fun.” 

Peter regrets everything about the past two hours, he should’ve stayed when you asked the first time. 

“I have more fun with you, lemme in.” Peter tried to push past but you were adamant he leaves. 

“Go smoke some weed with Mark, come back when you have the munchies. I’ll make cookies.” 

Peter shakes his head, “I don’t wanna hang out with them right now, I want to hang out with you.” He tries to move past you for the third time, you put a hand on his chest to push him back.

“No you don’t. You feel guilty and want to prove something to me or yourself or whatever, and I don’t need Logan thinking if you don’t grovel at my feet then I’ll stop sucking your dick.” 

Peter jumps in immediately, “that was fucked up, and I know I said some shitty things too but I didn’t want him thinking I wasn’t getting laid.” His eyes blow up, he moves his hands around, “not that that matters! Cause I’d love you no matter how much we had sex, but we are having sex and he-” 

You hold up a hand to stop him, “I don’t know where you think that’s going but it’s nowhere good. You’re just digging a deeper hole.” 

Peter’s voice is panicked, “there’s a hole?” 

You sigh and clasp your hands, you point them at his chest. 

“I’m not mad and I don’t need you here, I also don’t need you trying to make a point about not meaning it. You said it and you meant it, don’t lie to my face. Either man up or go back to your friends.” 

You were right, this is going nowhere good and Peter knows it. 

“This shouldn’t be a fight, right?” 

You shrug, “I dunno.” 

Peter pleads with you, he wants anything, something he can work off of. 

“I’m sorry, I really am.” He reaches for your hands and you let him hold them, he rubs his thumbs over the back of your hands. 

“Are you sorry you said it or sorry you got caught?” 

Peter doesn’t know how to respond yet, he doesn’t know how to be honest without offending you and he doesn’t want one thing to change. 

“I just….” He groans and tilts his head back, “can I please come inside?” 

You take him in and decide it’s okay for him to enter, your head looks at your roommates door to make sure it’s still closed. 

Peter flops on the couch and slaps the coffee table, you take a seat where he called and waited. 

“You’re not needy. Not at all, and don’t think I’m just saying that because I think that’s what you want to hear. Needy is the wrong word, it makes you seem annoying or unbearable and I promise you’re my most favorite person in the world, so it’s not that.” 

You whisper your words, your thumbnail being nibbled on. 

“So what did you mean?” 

“I don’t even know!” Peter stresses his point, you can see how upset he is, that he not only said it, but couldn’t place it. 

“I just think maybe,” he groans, he doesn’t like being vulnerable. He’s the strong one in the relationship, it wasn’t very manly to cry over loving your girlfriend too much. 

Peter rubs at his cheek and shrugs, “I don’t know.” 

Your eyes narrow, “liar.” 

Peter folds his cards, the only thing he has to lose here is you, and he will if he doesn’t be honest. But it’s a whole new level to him, a layer he’s about to peel back, one that isn’t so light and happy. It’s a side very few people have seen, he’s scared to show it to you. 

“Can we talk?” 

You look at him oddly, “we are?” 

“Private.” 

You’re confused but lead him to your bedroom. Peter didn’t know how to tell you he was about to cry, but when he did he didn’t want your roommate seeing it. 

You wait for Peter’s lead when you reach your room, he pushes you towards your bed for you to take a seat, he stands between your legs and cups your face. Peter tilts your head up until he’s looking down into your eyes, he looks troubled. A small tired grin hugged his lips, “hi baby.” 

“Hi, peter.” you whispered soft, his thumb brushed your bottom lip. 

He takes in a deep breath like he’s remembered the task at hand. 

“I’m about to tell you something I haven’t told anyone else, and it’s a different Peter than you’re used to.” Peter presses a kiss to your forehead and steps back, this time he takes a seat at your desk chair. 

“I don’t think you're needy. I don’t even know what to say, cause like, fuck… I don’t, look, spider-man has a lot of people that need him, right? And he works hard all day and has no one to share it with, but I do. I get to tell you about my shit days, and you’ll patch me up and I’ll pretend to leave just so you can ask me to stay over, and honestly? It feels nice to have someone who needs Peter and not spider-man for once.” 

You try to speak but he stops you, he looks like he’s about to cry. 

“I look forward to it too much. I fucking sit here and play pretend, like it’s a chore to spend time with you, and you always ask me how I do it so good and I’m just so used to hiding it. I’m so used to hiding this lonely feeling, like nothing is enough, and then I had you.” 

Peter shakes his head slowly, he wipes at his nose. Tears drop casually with every few blinks as he speaks, you want to hold him to you forever. 

“I didn’t have to do anything because you did, you made all the decisions I wanted to in the first place. I love when you ask me to fix things, and when you want me to spend every second with you, when you want me to skip a night out, when you get me to stay over for the third night in a row.” 

Peter wipes his eyes, he sniffs and breathes out shakily, this is what it’s about, right? 

“Baby, you aren’t needy. I am.”

“And you projected that on me.” It wasn’t a question. 

He laughs, a tear drips down his nose, he wipes it away.

“I’ve never felt so needed and wanted in my life, and I am so terrified I’ll fuck it up and lose it all.” 

You’d never do that, if the relationship ends it won’t be on your terms.

Finally you stand and sit on his lap, he welcomes you and for the first time you notice how tight he’s always wanted to hold you, forever stuck in his grasp. You straighten the collar on his shirt and fix his hair, his eyes shiny from his tears. 

“You could, you could fuck it all up and lose it.” 

You press your forehead against his, “but I need you too much.” 

Hi can I ask for a blurb where Peter accidently hits the reader while playing or something like he sometimes forgets about his super strength but fluff at the end please 🥺.

this got away from me but this was so fun and cute to write!

“I kinda want a black eye.” 

Your boyfriend slowly lowered the bag of peas on his left eye, his elbow dropped daringly, forcing you to look at the dark purple hue. 

“Oh, really?” 

You nod, “it looks gnarly but it’d be cool to have one.” 

“Baby, my heartbeat is currently taking place from my eyeball. You don’t want one.” 

Stretching across the space on the couch you raise Peter’s hand back up so he can ice the bruise some more, it does look painful. 

“I think if you loved me you’d give me one.” 

Peter took a second to see if that sentence would resonate with you but it hadn’t. 

“We should go to the women's shelter and spread that knowledge.” 

You scoff, “they weren't asking for it, Peter. I am.” 

Your boyfriend lowered his temporary ice pack and reached a hand out, his thumb rubbed under your eye, you almost thought he was thinking about it. Almost. 

“I’d never. I would, however, patch you up if you ever got one.” 

“Do you have a friend that could-” 

“No.” 

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Oh FUCK did your eye HURT. 

It was on a level ten throb level, it felt like a ring stretching to your eyebrow and nose. You couldn’t even open it, all you could do was press your hand to it and try and stop the pressure from building, it didn’t work. 

You were able to blink it open just enough to be blinded by the living room light, you’ve never been so light sensitive. Squeezing it shut you winced, you tried to be understanding and calm; it was an accident after all. But the pain was spreading all over your face and you had a target right on the corner of your right eye, and it hurt. 

If your right eye could open it’d be shedding tears too, you had one continuance stream coming from your left eye. 

Your voice bubbles with pain, “petey, it hurts.” 

Your boyfriend couldn’t even breathe right now, he had hurt you. The one thing he swore he would never, could never do, and he did it. Panic flooded his body, panicked he’s caused serious damage, panicked you’d be scared of him, panicked you’d dump him, panicked your dad would come curbstomp him. 

“It hurts so bad,” he knows you’re calling out for him, he knows you need him, but all he could replay was the ‘whack!’ in his head. It wasn’t gentle in the slightest, you whipped away from him with a hiss, your hand immediately covering your eye. You had been okay at first but after a minute had passed it became nearly unbearable.

Peter knows how bad a black eye hurts, and he just gave you one. 

His short, barely there breaths start to stutter.  

And suddenly Peter couldn’t see because his vision was muddled by tears, he tried to blink them back but they ran. He can’t remember the last time he’s cried, but this brought him to his knees. He never wanted to punish himself more than in that second. He should’ve been quicker, he should’ve known you were behind him, he has those goddamn senses and they did nothing in that moment. 

“Peter!” A desperate cry for attention, you don’t know what to do, it hurts more than you could imagine. 

You look up at your boyfriend still standing in shock where he jumped away from you after hitting you directly in your eye. A wrestling battle, you had tried to take him down after he’d pinned you three times. In an effort of a sneak attack you crawled up the couch and tried to jump on his back where he sat on the floor. You dived and at the last moment his hand… well you don’t know what he was trying to do but it connected hard to your cheekbone. 

Your back hit the couch and you held your hand as you hissed and groaned in hurt, Peter scrambled up and backed up behind the coffee table, as if he was scared to be around you.  

He’s crying, your boyfriend’s crying. You’ve been punched and he’s crying. 

“I’m.. I’m sorr.. Fuck.” Peter snaps out of it, you need him. He crosses to the couch in two steps, his hand cupping your cheek. It makes everything in him deflate when you flinch as he touches you, he bites his bottom lip to stop a sob. “Baby, I’m so sorry. I’m so, so sorry.” 

His heart hurts as you cry, his thumb taps at your hand covering the damaged eye. The one he caused. 

“Let me see it, please?” Peter said it like a question, like he’d ever be lucky enough to have that privilege. 

You sob, “it hurts.” 

Peter blinks, more tears. He can’t believe he’s crying over this, he also can’t believe he hit his fucking girlfriend. 

“I know, I know it does, baby. Please let me see it.” 

You choke in air to stop your crying, it works. You slowly lift your hand off your eye, it’s not throbbing as much but the pressure has inflated tenfold and you couldn’t open it if you tried, it was swollen shut. You tried to gauge a reaction out of him, to see how bad it is. You forgot your boyfriend had the world’s best poker face. 

Peter wanted to curl up into a ball when he saw the damage. 

It was bruising, and swollen and you couldn’t open your eye and it was all his fault. 

His fault, his fault, his fault. 

If he was normal, if he was a normal boyfriend, this wouldn’t have happened. A normal teenager doesn’t have the strength to hold a ferry or stop a runaway bus, he does. And he used that strength on you. 

His powers, his abilities, his strength.

His fault, his fault, his fault. 

“You need ice.” Is all that could come out. A wince wraps over your face when you nod, you try to sit up and groan. “Everything hurts. How do you do this? Pain has to affect you differently, right?” Peter ignored you as he backed away, you don’t think he’s ever been so aware of his surroundings and actions. 

He shouldn’t be getting ice, he shouldn’t be putting it in a plastic bag and wrapping a rag around it, he shouldn’t be grabbing you tylenol extra strength, he shouldn’t be icing your black eye he caused. 

His fault, his fault, his fault. 

It scared you how quiet he was, the accidental punch was just that. You weren’t upset at him or scared he would do it again, you were scared how odd he was acting. He was strangely quiet and standoffish, when he came back to you with ice and pills you watched him think about holding the bag to your eye but stopped and put it in your hand. 

He shifted his weight and looked at the couch, he stepped back and sat on the coffee table. 

Peter cried and was quiet and standoffish and scared to touch you. He was terrified of himself, you may be physically hurt but he was emotionally broken, his one major thing washed down the drain. Accident or not he gave you a black eye, and it was tearing him up inside. 

You hummed when ice hit the hot skin, suddenly it didn’t hurt. 

“Am I right, super high pain tolerance?” 

It’s like you broke through a wall, Peter looked up at you like he just found out you were in the room. 

“I hit you.” 

You would’ve rolled your eyes if you could’ve. 

“That’s a little dramatic.” 

Peter shook his head, upset you weren’t upset. 

“I hit you hard, I hurt you. I…” His hand pulled at his curls so hard you grit your teeth. “I fucking hit you,” he whispered it, like his own mind couldn’t wrap it around. 

He doesn’t pull out the fuck word often. 

You thought about reaching out for his hand, but you think that’d made things worse. 

“I’m not scared of you, petey. It was an accident.” 

“I swore i’d never hurt you, that I would never hit you and I didn’t-” 

“Mean it.” You cut him off, “you didn’t mean it.” 

Peter rubbed at his jaw and blinked, you saw tears puddling and you wanted to do nothing more than hold him. He couldn’t stop thinking about it, you lowered the bag of ice from your eye prepared to switch seats. He wouldn’t let you. 

“Ice.” Cold and hard, like you had no other option. You didn’t question him, you followed instructions. 

“Remember when you asked me to give you a black eye months ago?” 

It was a joke. Sure, you saw a tiktok with a girl who had one and you couldn’t deny it looked a little cool. Then seeing one on Peter the same night you couldn’t shake it. You were just playing around, it’s not like it was that serious. 

“I was joki-” 

“I told you I'd never, and I did. I hit my girlfriend and gave her a black eye.” 

Disgust. That’s what it was. He was disgusted with himself. 

You sat up straight, your lip curled up. 

A black eye? Sick.

“Wait, really?” 

Peter looked up at your excitement, it came from nowhere. 

“You gave me a black eye? I have a black eye right now? For real, for real?” 

This wasn’t a cute or funny thing, and he won’t let you make it be one. 

He hit you.

“This isn’t funny, I hit you and you’re happy you got a black eye?” 

“Pete, I forgive you. And not just cause you gave me a black eye, because it was an accident and you didn’t mean to and you’re obviously extremely remorseful.” 

“But I-” 

You reached out for his hand, “forgive yourself. You forgive yourself.” 

It wouldn’t be instant, until your eye healed, which would be at a much slower rate than him, he wouldn’t be able to fully forgive himself. 

“No more wrestling.” 

You scoff, “no more sneak attacks, how about that?” 

He shook his head, “I don’t want this happening again.” 

“If the situation was reversed would you want me to hold it against myself?” 

Peter scoffed, “absolutely not, but it wouldn’t hurt me like it does you.” 

“So you do have a super high pain tolerance.” 

He snapped and ripped his hand from yours, “yes, I do have a super high pain tolerance. I also have super strength and give my girlfriend black eyes.” 

You held your hand up, the other one slightly freezing from the cold but you were too scared to take it off. 

“First off, plural. Second, please stop. You’re making me feel bad, I’m really okay and I’m not mad and I forgive you a thousand million percent.” 

Peter inhaled sharply, he has to believe you. He’s more shook up than you are and he guesses he should agree with you, you were the hurt one. If you forgive him he could try and do the same.

“I think you need to give me a black eye to even it out.” 

You gasp like your offended at his words, your hand lays over your heart. 

“I’d never!” 

Your boyfriend ran his tongue over his teeth and gave you a dead stare, his hands pushed him off the coffee table. His words grumbled, “toxic.” 

It’s Just a Costume

Requested?: Yes! I got two requests I merged into one, where Y/N is dressed really nice and all the guys in the office are ogling her, and Jim gets un poco jealous, and another request around the Halloween episode where Dwight turns up as the Joker and when Y/N comes in as Harley he thinks it’s a sign they are meant to be together.

Word Count: 4.2K+

Author’s Note: I have been given a burst of energy recently and want to make sure all the requests I have gotten are written (even if these ones are from a month ago (I’m so sorry)). I like the idea of jealous Jim, not gonna lie, because it seems like this would be his only actual flaw. I hope you enjoy; this is my second thing with smut so bear with me.

Warning: SMUT. oral (female receiving), intercourse, sex while on the phone. I went a bit off the rails, this is new territory for me.

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ACQUAINTED ━ L.N

🕊 2k celebration 🕊

based off ‘acquainted’ by the weeknd

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in which lando struggles to come to terms with his feelings for you due to his own and his friend’s better judgement, but his lust is too hard to ignore and you are too hard to quit.

warnings; lotta smut, confusing reader, max f is a reader hater :(, some angst, some fluff, the whole lot, swearing, mentions of alcohol, unprotected sex, oral, mentions of face fucking, mutual masturbation, phone sex, facetime sex, praise, degradation

baby you’re no good; cause they warned me ‘bout your type girl, i’ve been ducking left and right

baby you’re no good; think i fell for you, i fell for you, i fell for you

“i’m fucked.” lando muttered out in disbelief, legs spread and hands in his lap, wrapped around the beer bottle he was using to try take his mind off your figure in front of him. he wasn’t even a fan of alcohol, showed how desperate he had become.

it wasn’t even working. the crowd around him, the blonde sat opposite him, the pulsing music; no distraction was great enough.

“in too deep?” max chuckled from beside him, nudging his side as his eyes followed his gaze, although he didn’t need to look to know who his best mate was talking about.

lando only nodded, beer bottle coming up to his lips although he made no move to take a sip it as he let out a breath. every inch of him was aching to touch you, stand behind your swaying hips, have you in his grasp again.

“it’s the alcohol talking mate,” max dismissed, patting him on the shoulder supportively, lando still not sparing him a second glance as he now shook his head in certainty. lando knew damn well it wasn’t the alcohol, because the alcohol was meant to be getting you off his mind.

max raised an eyebrow at this, his lack of words, lack of acknowledgment. he really wasn’t joking huh.

“she’s no good for you i told you this,” max huffed out - losing sight of his joking tone, and this was what got lando’s attention on him, narrowed eyes sent his way in your defence.

“you barely know her.” lando was quick to huff, and max wanted to roll his eyes. he resisted though, also stopped himself from groaning as he realised just how far lando had fallen.

“what and you do?” max challenged, not backing down and it was lando’s turn to roll his eyes. well aware his best friend had his best interest at heart, he didn’t need another lecture about who to spend his time with.

“yes.” lando quickly assured, eyes falling back onto your care-free frame, lost in the music as you happily enjoyed yourself with a friend or two.

he knew you well enough. knew that you had a thing for his hands. knew where to curl his fingers inside of you to make you see stars. knew your favourite way to be fucked was from behind. knew where to kiss on your neck to get your breathing heavier.

“she wants a fuck. that’s it.” max couldn’t help but be brutally honest as he rested back in his seat, as if he was telling lando he wouldn’t be discussing it further. as if he had made the conclusion that couldn’t be denied.

but lando wasn’t accepting that.

“you’re full of shit.” lando tried to shrug it off, shaking his head. “and so what if she does? maybe that’s all i want too.” lando was quick to point out, taking a swing of his drink now to avoid any slip ups.

because he didn’t want that too. he wanted more from you. all of you.

“we both know that’s not true.” max scoffed, and lando didn’t bother replying. max wasn’t going to see where he was coming from, and lando definitely wasn’t going to take any of his advice.

he could look after himself.

it was almost on cue that you came sauntering over, and all plans of ignoring and avoiding you tonight had been forgotten ━ the mischievous smile and sparkle in your eyes having lando almost squirming in his seat in anticipation. the fact your eyes were on him excited him.

“this how you plan to spend your night?” you questioned playfully once your reached the table, oblivious to being the topic of conversation as you leant against the side of the booth lightly, only having eyes on the mclaren driver below you.

“he doesn’t dance.” max spoke up before lando could, the brit rolling his eyes again at his friends antics. ready to intervene and apologise for his rudeness which you had been on the receiving end of one too many times.

but your smile only grew, your eyes hadn’t left lando and it made his stomach flip. how unbothered you were, it should scare him. but god did it entice him more.

“i’ll teach you.” you grinned, ignoring max completely as your hand came to grab the wrist of the driver ━ tugging him to his feet with little resistance. “might get lucky.” you winked with a small giggle.

lando’s body was in autopilot the moment you touched him, drink placed down onto the table and arm quite happily draping over your shoulder, words exciting him as he raised a brow.

it was quite typical actually, because within 20 minutes he had your legs over his shoulders, thighs beside his head as his tongue explored your cunt while your fingers tugged on his hair, locked away in the bathroom.

“m’ gonna cum,” you whined ━ hips bucking against his mouth, never one to last long when he ate you out. he was godly with his tongue and you were obsessed, not as much as him though.

who would’ve thought lando could get off so easily by getting someone off, but with you that was certainly the case. getting a taste of you, hearing you moan and praise his efforts as he brought you to tears from pleasure had him hard and aching in his jeans.

“let go baby,” he breathed out, words just coherent as he barely let up on his efforts with his tongue, his fingers definitely leaving bruises on your soft skin as you rested against the mirror, cumming only a few moments later.

lando was sure to never miss the sight, few moments where he could convince himself you were his, all of you. the way your face contorted in pleasure and your eyes fluttered shut ━ dressed bunched up at your waist; yeah he was in too deep.

“fuck, always so good,” you whimpered as you brought your head back up to look down at him through hooded eyes, watching as he licked you clean ━ a smug smirk being sent your way before he stood up properly, hands moving to rest on top of your thighs now.

“needy tonight,” he pointed out as his large hands gave your thighs a squeeze, unable to ignore the fact it had been you that initiated everything; coincidentally the night he had intended on avoiding you.

you let out a small breath as you shrugged at his words, sitting up straight so you could touch him in some capacity, hands spreading over his shoulders.

“missed you.” you confessed with no shame, small smirk tugging on your lips now as you looked up at him. and the words had his hopes up too high, well aware you didn’t miss him like he missed you, but he still found it flattering. “haven’t stopped thinking about you inside me,” you sighed out; voice sounding whiny again as you leaned forward once more.

your lips barely brushed against his and he was letting out another deep breath, resisting the urge to ruin you right here on the spot. his lust shadowing the disappointment of you only missing him in bed.

“yeah?” lando asked in confirmation, hands sliding up your thighs now ━ eyes flickering to your lips desperately, his cocky grin definitely half fake but he was running with it, taking pride in your need for him in somewhat.

“mhm,” you nodded; hands locking behind his neck as his head ducked down to settle in the crook of your neck, pressing open mouth kisses on the skin.

you let out a sigh of content at the feeling, only encouraging him before his hands started to spread your legs again; that’s when you stopped him.

“not here,” you quickly spoke up ━ pressing your hands onto his chest, and he was quick to stop his actions, head lifting once more to look at you in question.

“no?” he spoke in slight confusion, only because it had never stopped the pair of you before. the sex between the pair of you happened in public settings more often than private.

first time he met you was at the british grand prix, where you ended up on your knees in his drivers room. club bathrooms, random rooms in mutual friends houses; he was rarely in the uk these days so when he was you were limited on time together.

“let’s go back to yours,” you suggested, and he was in no way going to say no when you were looking up at him with big eyes and pawing at his chest, although he was still slightly confused.

“might cum in my pants by the time we get there love,” he teased playfully; unaware if you were being serious ━ not wanting to give away the fact that having you in his bed here, not that it was his actual home, excited him.

you had giggled, the sound like music to his ears as you shook your head. “i won’t be able to walk out of this club if you fuck me here.” you told him, full intentions of spending all night with him. after he had been away for weeks you wanted nothing more.

there was too much to catch up on.

he couldn’t argue with that, and leaving the club with his arm around your waist felt anything but wrong; even with max’s disapproving glance burning into the back of his head.

he felt almost proud to be taking you home, not that he expected you to hang around in the morning. you were all over each other in the back of the cab, lando barely being able to mutter out his address before your lips were on his.

like drunken teenagers as you got out the car, sheepish ‘thank you’s’ before heading straight into his place.

lando had no issues as you two slowly but surely made your way to his room, clothes being discarded along the way ━ a trail leading straight to the bed, shoes were kicked off in a rush at the front door, his hands had peeled your dress off as you passed the kitchen ━ your hands managing to remove his shirt only moments later.

he’d almost lost control in the hallway, having you against the wall and your thighs squeezing around his knee he had used to spread your legs; he wanted to fuck you right there.

but following after you was no issue as you unclasped your bra and ran off to what you hoped was his room, laying back on the bed which could only be his.

he was a few steps behind, both your laughter ringing out the hall and his room before he caught sight of you. on his sheets, bottom lip between your teeth; he almost stopped breathing at the sight.

it was clear that your panties were soaked, your eyes practically pleading with him to join you, your body curving on his bed perfectly.

“are you going to fuck me or keep staring?” you smirked, sitting up slightly, propping yourself on your hands as you quirked an eyebrow ━ mouth almost watering at the sight of him there shirtless. tanned abdomen and chest, you wanted nothing more than to get your hands on him.

he had rolled his eyes, pretending as if he hadn’t been shamelessly staring as he joined you on the bed ━ settling between your legs as he crawled up towards you.

“should i make you beg for it?” the driver hummed out as his lips hovered over yours, clearly seeing yours curve upwards into a small smile as your hand moved to rake through his curls. “considering how desperate you already seem,” he pointed out ━ pushing you back so you were laying down fully.

it was ironic, lando was well aware he was the desperate one. despite you making all the moves tonight, he could not get any more needy for you and all of your attention.

“you’d like that wouldn’t you,” you shot right back, hand running up his arm which was holding himself up, nails scratching over his bicep lightly as you ensured to not break eye contact. “you’re taking too long.” you grinned, pushing him off of you and moving to straddle him instead.

lando easily could’ve held his ground, but having you climb on top of him was no reason to fight back ━ his hands folding behind his head as you made quick work in tugging his pants down.

he watched with parted lips as you jacked him off a couple times before you were sinking down onto his cock, the groan he let out almost sounding out the gasp that left your lips.

“there you go baby, show me how much you missed me,” lando rasped as you began to move your hips up and down, happily watching as your head fell back.

he was in awe, your tits bouncing as you did, your mouth wide open as your eyes fluttered shut ━ holding onto his torso as you moved, the whines and moans you made had him wanting to stay quiet, wanting to hear every noise you made.

“fuck━ so big,” you whined, still unable to adjust fully to his size which stretched you out, despite the amount of times having slept with him.

lando only hummed, allowing you to do the work and set the pace despite the urge to guide your hips with his hands, instead moving them to rest on your thighs.

he couldn’t help the cocky grin on his face, and it only grew when you lifted your head ━ looking down at him with a deep breath, a lazy smile being sent his way.

lando couldn’t comprehend the feeling, every time your eyes met his he felt his stomach drop. it wasn’t lust either, he couldn’t describe the feeling and he didn’t want to because it terrified him.

distracting himself was easy though when you pushed your hair over your shoulder and leaned down to kiss him once more.

like usual the night was incredible, hours spent going at it. he knew there was never room for disappointment when inside of you. but he felt almost stupid when the highlight was falling asleep with you still beside him.

waking up he was surprised once more, eyes opening as they adjusted to the light, his arm quickly raising to shield them ━ knocking your frame on the way.

you were still here. of course you were. ha. take that max.

he was suddenly wide awake, eyes shifting onto you, your hair sprawled over his bare chest ━ curled up into his side, legs tangled with his. his arm had been around you, which he only now realised as you shifted and mumbled incoherent words.

“m’ sorry,” you mumbled, half asleep but well aware you were practically clinging to the driver. it hadn’t gotten to this stage, cuddled up in bed alongside him. the morning after.

lando felt panic when you tried to shift away, acting without thinking as his arm was quick to return to where it had been for most of the night; around you, pulling you back to his side.

“don’t apologise,” he whispered ━ shamelessly admiring you, your eyes still shut he didn’t have room to care if you knew he was staring or not. not when your lips curved upwards at his words, watching as you got comfortable once again and let out a hum of content.

lando couldn’t help but smile either, a false sense of hope as you laid in his arms. max’s words were still ringing in his mind; all his doubts about you. he wasn’t alone either, many of his friends had subtly told him you wouldn’t ever want more with him. that you could not handle his lifestyle.

but right now lando felt like sending them all photo of his current position with the middle finger, a small but certain step to prove them wrong.

lando made the most of the silence, while you slowly waked up. well he was unsure actually, but he didn’t care if you were fast asleep still or not. he could stay like this all day.

“you didn’t tell me you were here,” your words came out soft, moving onto your stomach so you could look up at him, chin propped on his chest. he was confused, eyes focusing back down on you, admiring your current state.

always admiring you, in your little dresses in the club, skirts and blazers in the paddock, your even shorter skirts when you all went to play golf; but this one was his favourite. tired eyes, messy hair and swollen lips, marks from his finger tips decorating your neck, matching ones sure to be left all over the rest of your body only being covered by the sheets.

“hm?” lando hummed out, realising he hadn’t processed nor answered your question ━ fingers absentmindedly running through your hair. he would’ve felt guilty, but the giggle you let out had him smiling sheepishly.

fuck. there it was again. that feeling. as if a light had flashed in the room, a quick hit to the heart and stomach from such little sounds and actions.

god what were you doing to him.

“you didn’t tell me you were back,” you repeated; raising an eyebrow this time, although the question would seem accusing it wasn’t ━ softly spoken as your fingers traced on his skin.

lando realised what you meant, reminded once more of how screwed he was. he hadn’t texted you he was in england like he had every other time, hadn’t called for a necessary reunion ━ having every intention to avoid you.

lasted three days, but here he was and he was not one bit mad about it. only thing that angered him was that he even listened or gave into the doubts that was being put in his head by his mates.

“i didn’t know you wanted me to tell you,” was the only thing lando could come up with, cringing immediately at what he was saying; seeming to lose all train of thought with you peering up at him.

he watched as you laughed, not at all phased by his statement which he regretted, unsure how you’d take it ━ he didn’t want you to think he wasn’t keen.

he was so keen. he was realising it more and more every moment, especially right now. he wanted to find himself here every day, you tucked under his arm ━ he wanted to keep you here, never let you go.

“i want you to tell me.” you replied through a smirk, rolling your eyes ━ speaking as if you were pointing out the obvious, which had him internally cursing himself once more. but then the realisation and confession that you wanted to know when he was in the uk dawned on him.

your giggle rang through his ears again when he failed to reply, his cheeks heating. fuck sake. he was making a fool of himself.

“am i reading this wrong?” you hummed out, raising an eyebrow as your fingers brushed over his jaw. you didn’t even sound concerned, confident that you weren’t ━ well aware lando was hooked on you.

it showed. you were not one bit bothered by his silence or lack of reassurance, your expectant eyes telling him you already knew where he was at. but still he was eager to reassure you.

“no, no,” he rushed out ━ busying himself with his fingers which were running up and down your back, a sheepish smile forming on his face as you grinned. “i’ll tell you… when i’m here.” the brit tried to conclude, a nod for certainty to go with it.

there it was again, your laugh. that feeling again, a smile forming on his face and he couldn’t do anything about it.

“only if you want to,” you winked ━ leaning up and pressing a short kiss to his lips, and if he wasn’t confused enough he was then left to watch as you wiggled out of his grasp and lifted to your feet.

he wanted to. he wanted everything.

you got me putting time in, time in; nobody got me feeling this way,

you probably think i’m lying, lying; i’m used to bitches comin’ right way

“what do you mean you’re here?” max’s voice rang through the sound system of lando’s car, sounding way too suspicious and confused for his own liking.

“they want me at the factory for a couple days.” lando lied swiftly, hands working around the steering wheel as he kept his eyes on the road. “was thinking we could do some quadrant stuff too,” he added ━ in an attempt to shift max’s focus onto something they could both happily talk about.

but the unsatisfied hum his best friend let out showed lando he wasn’t at all convinced.

“you couldn’t have gone to the factory a couple weeks ago?” max was quick to sass, unable to wrap his head around the fact that he was here again. he had a pretty good idea as to why though.

“no.” lando was too quick to reply, sounding incredibly defensive. because he was lying, he could’ve gone two weeks ago. he wasn’t needed now. he volunteered to come.

“this has nothing to do with a certain━” max started to ask, and lando rolled his eyes the moment he figured out what max was asking. what he was implying.

“no.” he repeated, speaking through a huff ━ lying through his teeth once more.

okay maybe being back here was something to do with you, maybe he wanted to see you again without waiting a month or two. maybe he was sick of just having casual sex when it was convenient.

“where are you right now?” max was blunt, ignoring his denial which he didn’t believe for a second.

lando stayed quiet, the sound of indicator filling the silence as he turned down your street; almost feeling guilty as he did so. he had no reason to feel guilty however, he had no reason to listen to max and his pointless advice.

“seeing… friends,” lando trailed off ━ his lie more a method of stalling, not even bothering in trying to sound convincing as your apartment complex came into view; suddenly he was eager to get max off his phone.

“my god lando,” max breathed out in disappointment, lando rolling his eyes again ━ refraining from defending himself.

max didn’t know shit.

“i gotta go,” lando ignored, parking up out front and already his mind was elsewhere. on you; getting you under his fingertips again, having your pretty eyes on him again.

everything seemed to be about you these days.

“you’re flying from country to country for a hookup?” it was max’s turn to ignore lando’s words, but all it did was hurry lando up in ending the call, words going in one ear and out the other.

“see you later,” lando spoke happily before hanging up ━ a breath of relief let out afterwards before he was climbing out the car.

he checked his phone for your flat number once more which you had sent in the text, and he was on his way up in no time. he felt weird, excited and somewhat terrified.

max’s words now lingering. okay he definitely was going to extreme lengths to see you, but how else were things meant to progress?

time had never moved so slow as he rang the bell, standing there felt like forever considering he wasn’t sure if this was even your place. he had never felt so anxious, like a teenager in high school again.

but then you opened the door, grin on your face and suddenly he felt fine. of course he did; you seemed to make everything fine. everything feel better than it ever had before.

“why are you here?” you practically beamed, no hesitation in throwing your arms around him as you brought him in for a hug ━ tugging him inside. you were ecstatic from the moment he texted you a few hours ago saying he was in town.

“wanted to see you,” lando couldn’t help but admit as his arms wrapped around your waist ━ being met with a flattered smile before you pressed your lips against his, surprising him in the best way possible.

just a hookup. yeah right.

“liar,” you scoffed as you pulled away ━ in no way believing he was here for you, but you’d take his company while he was here, arms remaining linked around his neck as you watched him raised his eyebrows.

“i’m not lying.” lando laughed, almost hesitant with his words but he couldn’t bring himself to lie, even if he should; unsure if he was being too forward but considering your greeting this was just fine.

you were happy to see him.

you studied his face for a few moments, realising he was being serious ━ another laugh leaving your lips as you shook your head.

“you’re here in england so i can suck your dick?” you confirmed playfully, still expressing doubt as you guided the pair of you to the hallway, not getting far as your back hit the wall ━ bringing him with you to keep him close.

lando couldn’t deny the small ache in his chest from your assumption he only wanted to fuck, but he played it off ━ eyes rolling in a joking manner as he scoffed, hands resting comfortably on your waist. having you against the wall wasn’t the worst way for this to go.

“you should cut yourself some credit - there’s more to you than your mouth.” lando hummed teasingly, opting for the safer bet instead of opening the bottle of his feelings, which could easily pour out at any moment.

“mhm,” you nodded unconvinced ━ laughing once more before you were pulling him down for another kiss, lips meeting his roughly. you too had missed him, missed kissing him, touching him ━ feeling him. tasting him again was long overdue, despite time apart only getting shorter.

lando was well and truly sold on the fact he had made the right decision on coming all this way, choosing to spend his precious time here for you, the moment your lips were on his and your hands were in his hair.

he couldn’t get enough, hands tightening on your waist before sliding underneath your shirt, embracing the contact of your bare skin which shivered under his touch.

“i better make your trip worth it then hm?” you breathed out after a few moments, hand moving down to palm over his jeans causing the driver to take a sharp breath, eyes stuck on yours which were looking up at him innocently.

there was no time for him to speak, not when you were already crouching down, hands trailing to his belt as you got comfortable on your knees; smiling all the while of course.

“won’t be hard to do that princess,” lando mumbled under his breath as his head titled back when you freed his already hardening cock.

he was right, always right. you had made the trip well and truly worth it. the first night alone was more than enough, able to fuck you in your own home.

he found himself wanting to be able to say he made love to you in your own home; which absolutely terrified the driver because when has he ever wanted to make love? but he shrugged that thought off as quickly as it came.

waking up in bed with you, cuddled up to him once more had him grinning like an idiot. almost getting ahead of himself ━ but he put himself back in his place. he knew this was still just sex. the lack of conversation before hand made that clear. but he could do with just sex for now.

“i should head off; don’t want to be in your way,” lando had yawned after half an hour of cuddling and small talk, more so about the night before.

he had done a terrible impression of you screaming his name, which should’ve made you kick him out the bed although instead it had you in a fit of laughter.

“i’m not doing anything,” you had reassured him, which had him getting excited all over again. but he still felt like he was intruding. the lingering doubt that being here for you was too much, even though he could fine many excuses as to why he was in his home country.

“yeah but━” lando had started to excuse, but you had interrupted him, already knowing where he was going.

you read him better than you’d think, his overthinking was quite clear. you however saw it all as fun. lando was fun. talking to him, sleeping with him, cuddling with him, hanging out with your group of friends, hanging out alone; any situation so far has been fun.

no need to think any more of it.

“you’re here for me? right?” you smirked, moving to shift on top of him, the sheets clouding around the pair of you as you sat up a bit ━ thighs either side of his stomach, decorated by his large hands.

“well━ my other friends and family too,” lando added ━ avoiding your question because he had grown to regret his admission in the heat of the moment last night. you hadn’t seem to have forgot however.

“right.” you grinned, hands resting on his chest as you leaned down towards him. “but you have nowhere to be?” you reiterated, looking at him in expectance.

lando nodded his head, biting his tongue and pride; not that he had much when it came to you. although once more it all seemed worth it when your smile only grew.

“so stay.” you concluded simply, lips connecting with his before he could give you an answer.

because you knew. you knew if you told him to stay, he would.

i’ll keep on touchin’ on your body, i’ll keep on touchin’ on your body,

to say that we’re in love is dangerous, but girl i’m so glad we’re acquainted

three days in england was easily the best decision lando had ever made.

three days spent wrapped up with you, spent with your in all sorts of ways. while the sex had been incredible, had him feeling like he was living in some sort of paradise; the fact you two were eating meals together, shopped together; did normal things together. he couldn’t have asked for more.

it wasn’t weird, it didn’t feel weird. you two had built a friendship over the months through your mutual friends and nights together, but this drastic step to many hours together out of nowhere felt incredibly natural.

as if you two had been dating for months, as if you were a happy couple. as if lando didn’t need to disappear for four weeks in a couple days, as if you weren’t terrified of commitment.

it felt normal. it felt great. it was everything lando thought he wanted, and confirmed his thoughts in his feelings for you.

you didn’t question it, the circumstances unspoken of as he spent two which would now be three nights at yours ━ why question something that felt perfect?

lando had been questioned however, by max of course. who else. but he was incredibly proud to wake up both days, and tell max ‘yes i am still here,’ practically grinning ear to ear as he proved his friend wrong. as he proved his own doubts wrong; this was more than just sex.

you knew it as well. but unlike lando, you didn’t want to address that yet. while lando had slowly come to the realisation of his feelings for you, his want for more; you’d been suppressing those needs.

you knew damn well lando could satisfy you in one night, in this case three nights; but satisfy you every day? it wasn’t possible, not with who he is and what he does.

“you wanna cum again hm?” lando rasped as his hips snapped against your ass, your eyes rolling back as you gripped onto the kitchen counter tightly ━ the cool surface acting as refuge for your overheated body.

the pesto pasta over near the stove was long forgotten, it stood no chance when the brit’s hands began to wonder as he stood behind you while you tried to prepare some dinner.

not too long later and you’re bent over the counter, his shirt bunched up at your waist and your panties at your ankles, his name bouncing off the walls once more today.

“please,” you whined ━ only managing to speak when his hand tangled in your hair, tugging you up and causing your back to hit his chest as he held you against him; his lips finding home on your neck quickly.

you felt him chuckle against your skin, pounding into you mercilessly, sure to his that spot inside of you every time, your eyes fluttering shut as your body bounced with every thrust.

“greedy little slut, still wanting more,” he commented in a taunt, the words going straight to the heat between your thighs, well and truly on your way to what would be your fifth orgasm of the day. you weren’t even aware you could cum so much but hey, here you were.

“lando,” you whimpered ━ hand gripping onto his arm that had snakes around your waist, his fingers finding your over sensitive clit as you struggled to form sentences.

you were practically cock drunk at this point, and he was loving every moment. the way your body was reacting to every move, overwhelmed with pleasure before you were suddenly cumming again with little warning, all control lost.

“oh fuck, good girl,” lando groaned as you squeezed around him, cumming inside you only moments later. he was sure to hold you in place, well aware that your body felt limp in his arms.

the small pants and breaths are all that could be heard, slowly coming down from your high before he slipped out of you ━ carefully turning you around so you could lean back against the counter.

you sent him a lazy smile, like always, hands still holding onto his arms for support as his shirt fell back down your body, sitting at your thighs ━ which were slightly shaking.

“i might just order some dinner,” you breathed out with a small grin ━ lando chuckling before nodding along in agreement, eyes having not left you.

that feeling again, although this time it wasn’t a short burst or a quick hit, it was lingering ━ staying in his chest, seeing you in his shirt, sex dazed eyes and a tired smile. hearing you talk about something as simple as ordering dinner for the pair of you.

it felt as if he couldn’t breathe, he wanted to speak; tell you how he felt. he’s never had the urge to tell you how’s he felt yet, not like does right now. but he couldn’t find words, just staring at you pathetically.

you didn’t seem to mind, quite content in the silence before you let out a small hum, snapping him from his thoughts and causing him to part his lips.

he was about to speak, give an explanation for his silence; tell you everything he wants to. but you beat him to it.

“i need to sit down, come on,” you grinned ━ hand grasping around his wrist before you were tugging him to the couch, lando taking those moments to shake himself out of his thoughts. talk himself out of the idea in his head that could ruin things.

but he was greedy. as you pulled him down to the couch, sitting next to each other as you reached for the tv remote, his eyes still stuck on you ━ you were so memorising, almost had him in a trance.

no. he wanted to tell you how he felt. he needed to, it would eat him alive if he didn’t.

“you still want pasta?” you asked him, leaning into his side, semi against his chest so he could see your phone as you opened up the uber eats app ━ snapping him and his hazy mind from their thoughts once more.

“i’m easy, whatever you want,” lando hummed out, in no way would he be able to decide what he wants for dinner, that was the least concerning decision he had to make in these next few moments.

his arm had moved to wrap around you, holding you delicately as you flicked through your phone; the tv acting as background noise as lando fell into heavy thought again.

he wondered if you were aware of his thinking, if you could feel how tense he was underneath you; mind going into a craze as he though of all the possibilities of asking a few simple questions, or saying a few simple things.

“this has been nice,” lando spoke up ━ and once more was he cringing internally, unable to figure out how that was what he came up with. why those were the words that left his mouth.

this has been nice? yeah no shit.

“it has,” you smiled sweetly, offering him a glance off your phone before you were back to focusing on dinner. lando bit his tongue, he could leave it at that. last chance to abort.

“should do it more often,” he hummed out, pressing a short kiss to the top of your head, as if the smell of your hair could ease his racing heart. he was easing into it, still room to abandon ship.

he could just see you smile again, but he could definitely feel you snuggle up closer ━ adjusting your body so you were touching more of him, his arm tightening around your frame.

“you’d get sick of me,” you laughed, eyes remaining ahead of you. you weren’t naive, you could sense where this was going. you knew what lando was thinking, had an inkling of what he wanted to say.

he didn’t want to laugh about this. didn’t want to get playful right now. but you did, in hopes to steer this conversation away from a dreadful ‘what are we?’ situation.

“not possible,” lando sighed out, no shame in his honesty as he tensed up slightly again, watching you carefully to see how you’d react. you only scoffed and laughed, and suddenly he had the need to reassure you again.

not that you expressed need for his reassurance, but he couldn’t help it. he selfishly wanted you to know how he felt.

“could be like this all the time you know?” lando spat it out, voice barely above a whisper as his fingers ran through your hair, almost as a distraction for himself.

your few moments of silence terrified him, he wasn’t naive too. he noticed how you slightly tensed in his hold, how your finger stopped scrolling for a split second on your phone; he felt his stomach drop, he wondered if you did too with how sudden it happened.

“sounds nice… but it couldn’t,” you replied, not looking back at him this time, but not paying attention to your phone in hand now ━ just mindlessly scrolling to look busy, unaware of the many restaurants passing on your screen.

your reply confused the mclaren driver, his eyebrows furrowing ━ not stopping any of his movements either, unable to decided whether to be disheartened or not by your response. sounds nice?

“what do you mean?” he hummed out, sounding genuinely curious because he was. why couldn’t it be like this all the time? he sure as hell could picture it, has been for a while now.

you turned to face him now, wanting to check if he was being serious. and that disheartened, your look of confusion leaving him dumbfounded as he desperately tried to work out why you thought this wasn’t possible.

“you’re hardly here lando,” you mumbled, almost as if you were scared to admit it out loud. as if the fact he was rarely in london upset you, because it did.

you would’ve considered things developing with the driver a long time ago if it wasn’t for his job, but you knew the moment you met him that he was the friend who would only make it to some catch ups. only be at some birthdays. only go on some golf trips. some night outs. he was the one who was always gone, always away.

safe to say you shut the door on anything serious with him a long time ago, well tried to.

“that doesn’t matter,” the brit shrugged, eyes pouring into yours as he looked for any signs of easy persuasion. “i can spend more time here. you can come to monaco, come to a race or two,” lando rambled out, a light hearted laugh afterwards as he realised the weight of his words.

only saying it out loud made him realise how much that would be asking of you, how that much travelling wasn’t normal for everyone. it wasn’t normal for you, that was clear by the sympathetic smile and look you had just gave him, which made him want to throw up.

“it wouldn’t work.” you told him, hand moving to cup his cheek lightly, showing him you knew the weight of your words. you were completely aware of the stab to the heart you had just delivered.

hearing you so convinced, so certain ━ as if you had considered it, already experienced it. he was quick to get on the defensive.

“okay but if you just think about it━” lando began to excuse, unable to accept the fact that it wouldn’t work, or even consider it. he could make it work. he would make it work, you never know until you try at least.

“i have.” you cut him short, raising your eyebrows as you let out a small sigh, noticing the way his face faltered, a frown twitching at his lips. “i’ve thought about it lando, it wouldn’t work.” you mumbled out, a rare admission and insight to your feelings.

it was bittersweet. lando wanting to revel and focus in on the fact that you had thought about it, you had pictured something more with him ━ your mind too had run with the good thing you two had created here.

but you hadn’t come to the same conclusion as him, you hadn’t been as hopeful as him. how could be change that?

“this works though.” you were quick to speak again, hands moving to rest on his chest, offering a hopeful smile. “why change anything when this is fine,” you shrugged out ━ almost sounding desperate.

lando stayed quiet, studying your face, for once being able to read you. it was quite clear what you wanted, what you were suggesting. for things to not change, to pretend this conversation never happened.

“is it fine?” lando asked, pursing his lips ━ more so questioning himself. while it was great, he wasn’t sure he could knowingly go through with it, knowing it would never amount to more.

but then he considered the other option; none of you, nothing at all. maybe this was fine then.

“you said yourself this was nice,” you tried to reason ━ well aware this wasn’t fair. well aware you were asking him to push back his feelings, not even giving him a chance to say what he wanted.

because you knew if he did, if he told you all the things you wanted to here you may fold. give into temptation which would only hurt ten times more when it all comes crumbling down.

distance was not your thing. and with lando it would only be distance, never an escape from time apart. never a solution or answer, you couldn’t commit to that.

“yeah…” lando trailed off, unsure what else to say as his hand moved to brush some hair out of your face, pursing his lips as he struggled to come to terms with the obvious he had been avoiding.

“nothing has to change.” you hummed out, hopeful once more ━ moving to sit up a bit straighter, practically climbing on his lap as your smaller hands moved to cup his face. “just see how this goes… for a bit longer,” you shrugged, biting down on the inside of your cheek.

stalling. that’s what you were doing. he knew it too, knew that you had shut off the idea of anything evolving completely, knew that this was going to be the start of something painful.

but he couldn’t say no to you. you couldn’t deny himself of any of you, so he nodded ━ small smile on his face as he did so.

“yeah okay.” lando compromised, and he felt the breath of relief you let out, watching as you visibly relaxed in front of him while he felt anything but.

like always there was an easy distraction, it was you leaning forward; pressing your lips to his in what was like usual a lust lead kiss. but it was good enough to numb the dulling pain he was sure to experience later on, taking the easy option of kissing back.

i got you touchin’ on your body, i got you touchin’ your body,

i know you’d rather be complacent, but girl i’m so glad we’re acquainted

lando wasn’t necessarily regretting agreeing to keeping things the same, but he wasn’t loving it either.

the fact he refused to tell max about the conversation spoke for itself, he wasn’t proud. he wanted more, that hadn’t changed. but now he had no false hope to hold onto.

he still had you. when he visited england, he’d end up in bed with you one way or another. you’d be sure to convince him to stay the night, he’d wake up with his cock in your mouth and be persuaded to stay for a few hours of the morning as well.

but god it only got harder leaving every time. knowing damn well when he went away you were still here, busying yourself with other guys, not waiting to offer him praise or comfort depending on his weekend, not on standby if he had a shitty day.

the knowledge that he couldn’t have more with you only made him crave it more, not settle for less. so stupidly, instead of cutting his time short in the UK he was still putting time in, making excuses to come see you ━ even though it was pointless.

nothing changed.

sex was still great. the few moments of affection afterwards were too. but you showed no signs of opening up or changing your mind, and he felt stupid for thinking you may.

you got his hopes up every now and then however. a bit more passion behind your words or kisses every now and then, clinging to him a little tighter in the club when out with friends; or a sense of desperation in your tone in getting him to stay the night.

it was as if you picked up on when lando was starting to get distant, when he was finally making the first step in getting over you.

he didn’t text you one time, to say he was in town again. it didn’t work last time and it didn’t work this time either, running into him at the grocery store of all places.

he hadn’t even been grocery shopping for years, but he was convinced it was the last place he would see you. regardless he did, you were unbothered on the surface as always.

jokes about not telling you he was here, flirtatious glances and suddenly you were riding him in the front seat of his mclaren with steamed up windows.

he was hooked again, came back a week later just to spend a few more nights with you once more. a never ending cycle of convincing himself to get over you, just to end up on top of you again and again.

he would’ve hoped the long periods of time apart would help, that the triple headers meaning a month away would make him have no choice but to forget about you.

but it didn’t. because visiting you again was still the first thing on his mind, planning a trip to his home country was always in motion and it was oh so frustrating, because he was so aware of how self-destructive all of this was.

although then you reached out while he was away. something new, a text congratulating him on a good qualifying performance.

it excited him too much, but rightfully so as a phone call followed. he was surprised it was just a friendly conversation, a catch up; flirting sure, but it didn’t turn sexual.

then it happened again, not every week he was away; but every now and then you’d call ━ one time drunk, he remembers that one vividly.

“lando!” you practically yelled, the driver who was tucked into bed flinching as he quickly removed the phone from his ear as he chuckled out. “lando?” you repeated.

“yes i’m here,” lando hummed, identifying the sound of girls giggling in the background, the wind clear ━ heels clicking against what he could only guess was pavement.

“shhh, i’m trying to hear him,” he heard you hiss, incoherent words and mumbles clarifying his suspicions that you had been drinking, that and the over enthusiastic tone you were speaking in. “sorry. i was talking about you so decided to call,” you hummed, the distant chatter fading out.

he quirked a brow at that, a breathy laugh leaving his own lips at your honesty. although the internal confusion was only continuing to grow, how you could be so honest and open about your thoughts with him yet so closed off at the same time.

“good things i hope.” lando had hummed out, hand tangling through his curls as your laughter rang through the speakers again.

“mostly,” you mused ━ before you let out a gasp, the sound of your feet scuffing on the ground relatively clear before you weee laughing again. “oops,” you mumbled, lando shaking his head as you spoke to yourself about almost tripping.

anyone else calling him at this hour when he was ready to sleep would annoy him, but hearing you shit talk and drunkenly giggle was more than fine; just because it was you.

“when will you be here again?” your questioned, a dramatic sigh following as the chatter in the background grew louder, before growing quiet again ━ you walking off your friends as he let out a small laugh.

“another month. at least.” lando muttered out, sounding more than disappointed in himself. he wanted to give you a different answer, to prove you wrong and have distance not be an issue. but he couldn’t, he was well and truly out of reach.

the alcohol running in your veins made hiding your disappointment impossible, another drastic sigh leaving your lips as you nodded ━ not that he could see you.

“not any sooner?” you mumbled out quietly, sounding way too upset for lando’s liking, although selfishly the fact you cared warmed his heart ━ his inability to reassure you made him realise maybe you were right.

this wouldn’t work, it was hard enough how things were.

“unfortunately not, no.” he spoke just as quietly ━ letting out a deep breath, refraining from giving you any loving reassurance because you were drunk. who knew if you actually cared when he was back or not, the alcohol could be doing the speaking.

“i miss you.” another hit to the heart, lando almost wincing at your confession, unable to convince himself you actually meant it ━ but he wanted to believe it. but that also came with the realisation that he was the reason you sounded so upset; which was hard to come to terms with.

or maybe you did miss him, just not in the way he missed you.

“miss you too,” lando spoke positively this time, a raise in volume and octave, deciding to not egg on your upsetting mood. not fair to get you to reveal things while under the influence. “but i’ll be back before you know it.”

you mumbled incoherent words once more, then the voice of a friend came through and lando was sat there listening to a drunken conversation for a few moments, attempting to overthink everything you had just said.

“i’ve gotta go,” you slurred ━ sounding more cheerful now, and lando was both relieved and upset. because while he didn’t wish for you to be down about him being gone, it was quite the ego boost. “i’ll speak to you later okay, don’t be afraid to call me too ya know,” was your parting words, giggling at your own statement before hanging up.

he had not taken too much from that call, having learnt his lesson from holding onto small glimpses of hope ━ but he did start calling you more often.

he realised you were right, you didn’t have to be the one to make all the first moves. he shouldn’t be so scared of crossing any lines, not when you dance all over them without a care in the world it seemed.

so the phone calls were more regular, not too in depth or long ━ just small talk, catch ups; made up for the lack of conversation that occurs when you see each other in person.

he had gotten used to it now, your name lighting up on his phone screen, enough so he didn’t feel like a giddy kid who was getting a text from their crush.

“you’re up early,” lando spoke as he sat up in bed, time zones meaning he was about to fall asleep, and you should’ve been asleep, about to wake up.

“haven’t slept actually,” your tired voice filled his ears; his eyes shifting to the clock on the bedside of his hotel room, managing to make a rough estimation of the time back in england, 4am.

“night out?” lando yawned, hearing you rustle around in your bed sheets, a hum leaving your lips as you shook your head; not that he could see you.

“no, well i went out for dinner. haven’t been drinking though,” you told him with a blunt laugh, lando’s chuckle tuning into yours before it trailed off into a comfortable silence.

lando wasn’t too sure what to say, considering you had called him. and the pair of you had spoke earlier in the day, allowing him to fill you in on how he’s spent the first couple of days of the race weekend.

“you left your shirt here by the way, found it while cleaning,” you soon spoke up, lando nodding ━ not at all surprised as he let out a small hum of recognition.

“which one?” he asked, not at all that interested because he couldn’t care less what he had left at yours. he wouldn’t be surprised to find a bra or two of yours laying around his apart in the UK.

“it’s like blue━ i’ll take a photo,” you spoke out, movement and rustling of sheets filling the speaker as lando assumed you were going to grab the shirt, which didn’t seem at all necessary.

lando had chuckled again, mumbling about how it didn’t really matter what shirt it was ━ then the photo came through, the sharp breath he took as he opened the photo causing you to giggle, making lando realise your words were somewhat calculated.

that was his shirt. except it was on your body, you kneeling on the bed ━ a mirror selfie, and while it could easily be seen as innocent his eyes were immediately drawn to your nipples pointing through the material. and where the shirt ended on your thighs, having most certainly been pulled up to rest higher up on your skin.

“that’s definitely mine.” lando muttered out, eyes still glued to the photo in front of him, admiring shamelessly of you in his clothes ━ the background noise of you climbing back into bed hardly noticed by him.

“you should come get it.” you huffed out, attempting to play dumb to avoid recognising the fact that lando wouldn’t be seeing you anytime soon for a couple weeks.

“soon.” lando sighed at the reminder he couldn’t grant your wishes, now more than ever wanting nothing more than to rock up on your door step.

you seemed to be missing him more than you had let on though, the small whine that left your lips causing lando’s jaw to clench, the sound way too familiar to the brit. immediate flashbacks to the way you would squirm and whine underneath him.

“i’m going fucking crazy without you,” you spoke through frustration, voice above a whisper; he could practically see your pouting lips as you spoke, adjusting in his bed as the room suddenly felt ten times hotter.

focusing on your needy tone to your words was the better option than focusing on the meaning behind them.

“yeah?” lando asked in confirmation, still having not exited the picture you had sent him. focusing in on your face now, the sparkle in your eyes was picked up enough by the camera, he knew the look all too well and it excited him.

“mhm,” you confirmed, moving in your sheets once more. “need you. wanna feel you,” your quiet admission was not missed by his ears, biting down on the inside of his cheek as he quickly pictured you in your bed, needy for him ━ missing him.

he wasn’t aware you felt such a way, while it wouldn’t have been hard to work out he seems to assume the worst when it comes to you now, to avoid any disappointment.

“that why you called me love?” lando spoke out, only now pressing back onto the phone call screen, a hum of thought escaping his throat. “that why you can’t sleep? thinking of me?”

“yeah,” you admitted, no time for lando to fear he was being to forward. “thinking of your fingers especially. mine don’t compare,” you pretty much whined again, and lando almost groaned, now stuck with the image of you touching yourself in his head.

“you can’t just say those things,” lando muttered out through gritted teeth, mind well and truly in the gutter now, hand moving to adjust his sweatpants which suddenly felt way too tight.

“wish you were here,” you ignored, another sigh leaving your lips; and the movement of the sheets once more had him wondering just what you were doing.

“what would you want me to do if i was there baby?” the driver asked, genuine curiosity to his question although he had a few good ideas of the answer you’d give.

another small whine escaped your lips, cheeks flushing yet you had no hesitation in telling him just what you had been thinking about.

“would want you to go down on me,” you whispered, speaking through a breath. “miss your tongue so fucking much, wanna have your head between my thighs.” you elaborated, and your neediness for him had the driver squirming.

“would want to suck you off first though.” you were quick to speak again, lando shutting his eyes to deal with the heat rising on his body from your filthy words. “wanna have your cock down my throat again, let you fuck my face till i’m crying,”

lando grunted at that, images he hadn’t seen for too long flashing in his mind again. it didn’t take much for you to turn him on, he had realised that quite some time ago. but his patience had already run thin, your words and his own memory not proving enough.

“fucking hell darling,” lando breathed out, quick to press the facetime button without any thought, his hand running through his curls once. “answer it.” he practically grumbled.

moments later the facetime call connected, lando sitting up straight on the headboard as you came into frame, it clear you were laying in bed.

still in his shirt, flushed cheeks and a sheepish smile, lip red from chewing on it. lando couldn’t help but smirk, tongue wetting his bottom lip as he took in the sight of you.

“you’re not making this any easier you know?” lando question, his free hand having moved to rest over his hard on which was aching for some attention, but his full focus was on you.

he watched as you sheepishly smiled once more, bottom lip rolling through your teeth as you adjusted in the bed, catching sight of you pushing your sheets off of you.

“two weeks is too long,” you huffed out, taking in his heated state as well. you could see his intense stare, the way his attention hadn’t left the phone, and just a look at him had you ready to beg for him.

“you gotta make do baby,” lando spoke, acting as if he too wasn’t struggling. the insight into you being the one suffering was almost enjoyable, so convinced he was alone in spending every damn day thinking of you and reuniting once more. “touch yourself for me yeah? i’ll help you out hm, tell you what to do.” lando spoke, accent thick as ever.

“please,” you nodded quickly, looking relieved at his words as you were quick to trail your hand down to your thighs, pushing lando’s shirt up and out of your way.

lando had smiled ever so slightly at the plea, before seeing you sweep into action he became aware he wanted a view of it all, quick to interrupt you.

“put your phone down, so i can see all of you.” he instructed, wave of confidence washing over him as he raised an eyebrow; and you weren’t going to object.

your eyes scanning the bed as you tried to figure out the best way to do this, deciding on sitting up a little bit so you were leaning against the head board. you moved one of your pillows in front of you, before propping your phone against it.

lando almost moaned at the sight once more, wanting nothing more than to reach through the phone and spread your legs himself.

“good girl, spread your legs for me,” he spoke clearly, and even now that your face was some distance away from the camera he could still see your red cheeks.

you listened however, no shame in spreading your legs and revealing your exposed cunt ━ his shirt the only thing dressing your body. lando didn’t think he could get any more riled up but he was wrong.

“fuck princess,” he mumbled out, taking another deep breath; resisting the urge of taking a photo, although he was sure this would be engraved in his memory. “can see how wet you are from here, fucking soaked,” he commented, and you could only nod.

“told you i was thinking of you,” you reminded him as if he had forgot, biting down on your tongue at the compromised position. yet having your legs spread for him on facetime didn’t feel wrong, you were loving every moment of it.

“play with your clit for me hm, close your eyes and pretend it’s me.” lando instructed once more, causing you to feel the heat rise up your neck once more from his explicit words.

you obliged however, fingers quickly finding your clit, spreading a bit of your wetness first before rubbing a couple of light and small circles. your head fell back, eyes fluttering shut as you thought of lando being there instead.

“doesn’t feel the same,” you whimpered out, lando only humming out in reply however. his erection was painful at this point, his hand already having slipped under the waistband of his sweats to wrap around his cock, lazily jacking off to the beautiful sight.

he was still focusing on only you however, wanting to get you off in any way he could without touching you.

“fuck you look so pretty like this, legs spread just for me,” the driver praised, and his voice alone made your touch feel all that better as a small moan escaped your lips. “go a little faster baby, just for a bit.”

you didn’t hesitate to do as he said, eyes opening just so you could see him on the phone, making out that he was watching you intently.

“please lando,” you whined ━ unsure what you were asking for, maybe more; because this wasn’t enough. nothing had been enough since he last left your apartment. nothing was enough anymore, unless it was him.

“go on, finger yourself then ━ always so needy for more,” lando teased, seeing you eager in bed was not new but you always had some patience for when lando wanted to take his time, so he was slightly surprised to see you so desperate.

he watched as you slid a finger inside your entrance with ease, gasping slightly at the feeling as your eyes fluttered shut again ━ his hand still working his cock as he watch every move you made.

“not been getting fucked like you deserved huh? gotta spread your legs like a slut for me, just to get off?” lando’s voice was ringing in your ears, whining at his words once more as you were quick to nod in agreement, finger moving in and out of you didn’t feel near as good as his praise and taunts.

“haven’t━ haven’t been fucked at all,” you moaned out. “waiting for you,” you rushed out as you moaned once more, struggling to get your words out as you slid another finger inside yourself.

lando thought he was numb to the feeling of affection with you but he was wrong, even in the list driven moment he was flustered and flattered by your words, false sense of hope almost sneaking back in.

“should’ve done this sooner then love,” lando grumbled, a moan of his own slipping out as he jacked off to the sight of you and your fingers. “would drop anything to see you like this, making a mess all over your fingers,” his words continued to spill out.

“curl your fingers pretty girl, try find that spot hm,” lando practically coo’d, knowing your body better than you did. because you blindly listened, moans continuing to fall from your lips as your fingers moved in and out of your pussy.

you tried finding the spot that made you see stars, the spot lando managed to find every damn time, whimpering and whining as you failed a couple times before you finally did so ━ fingers curling perfectly that for a moment it did feel like lando was here between your legs.

“oh fuck,” you moaned out, lando moaning again as he kept lazily getting off. you heard him let out a hum of approval, even a small chuckle although it was tuned out as your pleasure built.

“there you go baby,” he was practically grinning, paying attention as your legs started to shake; adoring the way your back was arching. his shirt had never looked so good, and god he was looking forward to fucking you in it the moment he lands back on his home soil.

“i’m close,” you whimpered out ━ almost amazed how your orgasm could be approaching so quickly, when you had struggled to get near the past couple of days. lando had a hold over your body and it was only getting harder to ignore.

“want you to wait a bit,” lando breathed out, paying just a little more mind to his own hand. “want to keep watching you yeah, be a good girl and keep playing with your cunt for me,”

you whined at that, again, always bloody whining for him, but you couldn’t say no. eager to please, obsessed with the idea as you nodded quickly, a shaky breath following as you listened to his words.

“fucking obsessed with all your pretty sounds,” lando’s praise continued, only having you moan out again, struggling to keep your shaking legs still, fingers and arm already tiring; practically panting before you removed your fingers, opting to rub your clit instead.

lando was watching you through hooded eyes, every moan and twitch of your body driving him insane as his hand sped up, his own high fast approaching as he let out a grunt or too.

“want to cum?” his questioned had your eyes opening, focusing back on your phone as you nodded quickly.

“please, please, please,” you didn’t have to be told to beg for it, whimpering out your pleas as you rubbed your clit quickly, hoping he didn’t plan on denying you of an orgasm as he had before. those nights were always fun but you don’t think you had it in you tonight.

“cum for me love,” was all you needed to hear, eyes fluttering shut once more as you moaned his name, your release one long awaited but felt so good, body shaking as you came.

the brit came too only a few moments later, the sight of your shaking body enough to send him over the edge, watching as you came all over your fingers as he came in his hand, his moans no match to your loud ones.

it took a few moments to catch your breath before you were sitting up properly once more and having ahold of your phone again, your cheeks flushed from your tired body, and a little bit of embarrassment.

“did you cum?” you mumbled out sheepishly, earning a chuckle from the driver which had a small smile growing on your own features, your breaths still heavy.

“yeah.” lando summed up pretty quickly, and you were almost disappointed that you missed out on that sight ━ way too caught up in your own pleasure to pay attention to anything other than his words.

there was silence again. comfortable silence of course, never awkward as you caught your breath. lando was just looking at you in awe, like he always did. both thinking back on what he had just witnessed and admiring your current beauty.

“alright you go get cleaned up and get some sleep yeah?” lando soon spoke out, raising an eyebrow ━ and the concern in his voice had you smiling like an idiot.

you nodded blindly once more, fuck he could tell you to do anything and you would. you couldn’t ignore your feelings anymore.

maybe it was the post orgasm haze that had you thinking such away. or maybe you had just spent roo much time apart that you realised you couldn’t keep settling less, regardless ━ you were speaking up about it.

“wait.” you quickly spoke up, realising he was about to go. “i can’t keep doing this.” you rushed out, watching as the brit’s eyes furrowed in confusion. then a flash of slight panic and hurt.

you can’t do this? you’re going to tell him this after phone sex? after having him thinking you only wanted him?

“as in, pretending this isn’t…” you quickly realised he had misinterpreted your words; wanting to clarify quickly although instead you just stumbled over them, unable to get your thoughts together.

“i want to make this work.” you finally got it out, biting down on your bottom lip, watching as lando’s eyebrows raised in surprise.

he had smiled, unable to stop the genuine reaction, feeling as if his whole world just lit up in front of him. but he was quick to reason with himself, always used to talking himself out of believing any of your words.

“you do?” the driver asked out quietly, and you only nodded with a small hum of confirmation, looking so certain in your words yet it still didn’t have him convinced.

he still thought you were too good to be true.

“why don’t we talk about this when you’ve had some sleep yeah?” lando suggested, your face instantly dropping. your turn to stress, your turn to overthink.

had he changed his mind? could you blame him if he had? you’re the reason the situation was so complicated.

“yeah… okay,” you hesitantly agreed, nodding as you watched him give you a sympathetic smile. quickly sending you into a pit of regret, feeling incredibly stupid for speaking up.

“call me when you wake up okay?” lando asked, not oblivious to the way your mood had dropped. “then you can elaborate on the whole waiting for me and making this work thing, yeah?” he was grinning again, sounding oh so smug which had you smiling as you now rolled your eyes.

somewhat relieved, realising he just wanted to talk about it properly; he wasn’t avoiding the conversation. not like you had.

he just wanted to make sure you were meaning what you were saying.

“don’t ruin it.” you grumbled out, although the smile was still plastered on your face as he chuckled once more.

a mumble of goodbyes and good nights before you were hanging up, leaving the pair of you with a stupid giddy feeling.

and for the first time ever, lando was confident that his false hope may not be false. that maybe, just maybe, he could have all of you.

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a/n; idk how i feel about this but here u go i hope u enjoy ━ as usual she’s unedited so standby on the errors lol, anyways i’m excited to get these 2k celebration fics rolling heheh

they’re not gonna be daily, but they should be coming out quicker than usual!! feel free to leave any song by the weeknd and a driver as a suggestion if u want heheh

as always feedback is loved and adored, ty for the continuous support on my fics i love u all sm <333

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reqested by anon 70 “there are rumors about us” “i know i spread them”  30 “im not your friend im your boyfriend get it right”

“This actually hurts to watch mate” Charles’ voice dragged Pierre out of his trance of watching you across the paddock. “Huh?” The man asked not taking his eyes away from you, until Charles hit him, “What!” He snapped looking at his best friend. Who wore a smirk, “Just go talk to her.” Pierre scoffed turning his attention back to you, his jaw clenched seeing Daniel and Lando making you laugh, he knew you and Lando were friends but it doesn’t stop the feeling burning in his chest he almost has to physically hold himself in his chair when Lando reaches to touch you, Charles seeing this rolled his eyes.

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