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LN- All roads lead to you
This is so long, but so intense. Enjoy! :)
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
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Chapter 4: Woking
It definitely was a crappy moment for Lando. That day, more specifically, was supposed to be good: he was going on a date with her. But it was already going shitty. It rained in London. A lot. The place they wanted to go had a kilometric waiting line and they were both pissed, hungry, and soaked so they went back to Lando's car.
"I'm so sorry this went wrong" "Not your fault" he could feel the asperity in her tone "I should have planned better" "What now? What's plan B?" his patience was already over "I don't fucking have one!" he raised his voice tone "So fucking create one!" she responded also increasing hers "Is this much that I mean to you?" she muttered before turning her head to the left to look at the rain pouring outside. Great. Now they were being rude to each other. Lando sighed, then leaned forward so his forehead could touch the wheel. He took a deep breath "Sorry for screaming with you" "I'm sorry too" he touched her right hand, and she looked at him "What about pizza?" "I like pizza" "Great! How do you like your pizza?" "Eating it on the sofa wearing pajamas or comfy clothes while I watch K-dramas. Or anything I enjoy to watch. " he giggled "You're so cute. I was talking about the flavor" "Oh! I like Margherita. Or pepperoni" "You have good taste" "I do" "Okay, so we're having Margherita and Pepperoni pizza watching a Korean series on a sofa, wearing comfy clothes" he aligned his body "Now... which sofa?" he looked at her suggestively, faking innocence one more time "I am not inviting you to my place" "Hum... what about mine?" "Isn't it in Woking?" "Yes. An hour from here" she chewed her inner cheek "Sure" "Really?" "Yes" "Alright! Let's go".
//
Lando opened the door and proudly announced "Home sweet home" she scanned the room, there were a lot of helmets there "Are you a collector?" "Hum?" "The helmets" "Yes, I am. Do you like them?" "Yes! They are very beautiful" "They are" she kept looking around "What about that?" She pointed to Max "Oh, that's just Max. I iron his clothes while he plays videogame" she giggled "You've already met" "Where?" "Milan" she had a confused expression "The guy who wanted to take pictures with Daniel" "Oh, sure!" "Come in. Mi casa es tu casa" "Now you speak Spanish?" "As you can see" "Eres lago?" He pondered about what she'd say and looked at her with disdain "Shut up" she giggled "Max!" he shouted. Max took one of the headphones off the ear without taking his eyes of the scream "What?" "We have a guest, say hi" he paused the game and turned to them "Oh, it's you. Hi!" "Hey, Max" he looked at Lando "Am I disturbing?" "Nah, we're just having pizza with comfy clothes. I brought you one" "Is it a new underwear? I'd appreciate if it's" Lando poked Max's nape "Pizza, mate. I brought you pizza" she giggled "And iced tea" "Which flavor?" "Pepperoni pizza and peach iced tea" "You are a true angel" Lando grinned then looked at her and made a gesture with his head "Come on" "Okay. Bye, Max" "See you later, mate" "Bye, guys".
//
Lando's bedroom was really a nerd cave. She giggled in her mind "he does pretend not to be a nerd really well" he placed the pizza boxes on his desk "So, we do have not a sofa. But..." he walked toward the beanbags and pillows pile "We have this. If you prefer we can stay on my bed" she smiled "nice try' she knew that if they stayed on his bed, something more would happen. "Seems cozy enough for me" "It's" "What about the comfy clothes?" he looked at her, she was wearing a white dress with a machiatto cardigan and beige FILA shoes. She wasn't comfy. Nor he. He walked towards his wardrobe "What do you think?" it was a Quadrant black hoodie "I think it covers your whole body" "I love men's hoodies. It's perfect" "I just don't have any shorts or trousers that would fit you" "No worries, I have shorts under my dress" "Good. Catch it!" he threw it to her "Good catch" she smiled, her cheeks blushed .
"What about you? You don't seem comfy" he was wearing khaki trousers and a black polo shirt "You're right" he unbuttoned his trousers and slid on his legs all the way down to the floor, then ripped off his t-shirt from his body. It lasted nothing but his white Calvin Klein's. She watched it without daring to blink even for a second. Was he trying to make her take the first step? She wasn't going to bed with him. He showed her a grey sweatshirt shorts and a purple hoodie "What do you think?" "That's way better" "Alright" he started to dress up "Are you enjoying the view?" How could she not enjoy the view of his sculpted body? The abs, thighs, chest, arms, and even the glutes (which she'd kill to have a full vision of) were everything shaped by Heaven's hands. "What if I am?" There're no problems at all" she chuckled "Dress up quicker! The pizza is getting cold" "Okay, okay... I am already done".
He looked at her, she was still with her clothes "Aren't you going to change clothes?" she looked at him, cheekily and took her cardigan off, then one shoulder strap of her dress, and the other. He started to salivate, but it ended very soon cause she wore the hoodie, and then ripped the dress off. What a disappointment. And she did it on purpose "Is something wrong?" "No. You look cute" she smiled "Shall we eat?" "Sure! What do you wanna watch, by the way?" she sat on the beanbag "Navillera" "What's this about?" he sat by her side while navigating through Netflix "A dancer who teaches a mailman how to dance ballet" "What?!" "It's beautiful! You'll like" "If you're saying..."
...
Hours later:
"Do you remember when I told you I hate alcohol and you asked why had I drank that beer in Milan?" "Yes. You haven't told me why yet" "Well, I just thought: 'she isn't being herself tonight, so if I drink too I will not hurt myself later with the memory of a fake her'" he paused. She blinked, surprised with how deep it sounded. "But you were real, more than I've ever been with a girl" he paused again and added in his mind only "Well, except one...". He continued to talk "Anyway! I was the one faking in there" she kept in silence "Wow" "Yeah" "you are a womanizer in fact" he lifted his head from her thighs "Did you just say..." she laughed "I meant: You don't need to be fake with me. I like the real you" he smiled "Good" she started to caress his hair and in a snap, he fell asleep.
.....
Max opened the door euphoric ready to get in and shout at his friend about how amazing he was on the new game "Mate you're not going to believe..." but he found her reading a book. She was lying on a pile of pillows on the floor with Lando with his head on her belly, his arms lazily around her waist, seeming to be in a heavy sleep. The pink neon lamp was the only source of light in the room, she probably would get a bad headache for it later. He looked at her, awkwardly, with the PS remote in one hand and the other on the door's handle "What..." "He fell asleep" "I can see it" "Please don't wake him up" "I..." he looked at the television in the living room and back to her and walked into the other room, closing the door and sitting next to her on the floor "Are you sure you don't want to wake him up?" "No" "You look very uncomfortable" "Yeah, a bit. But it's okay" 'What the fuck was wrong with her? Who in the world could be that nice? Especially with his mate who wasn't the man of the year for her' Max thought. "Or you're dumb or you really like Lando" he said playfully trying to discover what she was hiding below that nice and lovely window dressing. She only chuckled in response, a tired air. 'What could it be...?' he tried to read her face, she wanted to spill something out, she wanted to cry, but why?
She was there with Lando for hours, he could hear them laughing and talking, what could possibly have happened? Did someone catch feelings? Did he reject her? If yes, why did she let him sleep on her body? Was he sleeping or she made him sleep with something? Cause he was sleeping so deeply and Lando didn't sleep so hard, so peacefully as he was now in years. Or had she thrown something on him and... And then he realized! He moved his gaze to her "Did he tell you about the sleeping problems?" "Yes, he did" she said shortly as she wanted to avoid the question, cause if she didn't she would start spilling everything out. He nodded in acknowledgment. She sniffed, put her book down, and finally started to speak "It's just..." she had her eyes waved "He's 22" he looked at her, a bit confused "So?" "He wasn't supposed to have sleeping problems. He wasn't supposed to wake up in the middle of the night full of anxiety because had a bad dream about the camera's flash lights" She was about to cry and he couldn't let her "Hey, don't cry. I know it's hard for him and it's heartbreaking to watch it from so close, but he also chose it. It was his choice and he loves racing even with those... inconveniences" she sniffed, swallowing the tears and nodding "Yeah, I know" she dried the few tear drops that rolled down her face and finally faced Max "Isn't ironic how we waste our youth to guarantee an uncertain future?" "And at the end, we actually don't even really live" "Exactly" "Yes. Freaking ironic" he touched her shoulder "We all are going to be happy at the end" "Thanks for your supportive words, Max" "I got your back, girl" she smiled without showing her teeth and he did the same. "When he wakes up tell me. I have a few scores to brag about" She chuckled "Okay" "Okay" he stood up to leave. She dried her face again, now completely, and caressed his blondish curls "You deserve better" she whispered more to herself than to him "Way better...." and opened her book again.
He had told her about the sleeping problems, but not only. He slipped about Luisa as well. She said she didn't like that. He said he'd change for her and then the subject died.
...
Later that day:
"I am leaving already" she stated "Wait!" He held her wrist. In her wildest dreams, he would ask her to stay the night, like a couple would do "Don't want me to take you back to London?" but in reality, he offered himself to take her back to make sure she was not even thinking about staying the night "I can take an uber" "I can't let you take an uber this hour. Plus, it'll cost you a fortune" "Fine" he chuckled "Will take a wee and grab the keys" then deposited a kiss on her forehead "Okay. Gonna wait outside" "Good". "BYE, MAX" she shouted and walked to the garage. She leaned on the car then heard footsteps behind her, it was Max "Max! Hi" "Hey... Came to say goodbye" "Very thoughtful of you" "Sure you don't want to stay? It's late already " "I would like to, but Lando wouldn't so ..." "I live in here too, if I want I can invite you to a sleepover" she chuckled "You're too sweet. But I don't want trouble" he licked his lips and lowered his tone "Look, I probably shouldn't be telling you this but... you're a good girl and you deserve more than that" "That what?" "Lando" "hum?" "If you're looking for a serious thing, he is not the guy for you" "Oh..." she swallowed "Thanks for letting me know" he nodded "I'm back. What's going on here?" "Drive safely, and call me if you need something" "Thanks, Max" "Bye bye" "Bye" "Let's go".
//
The way back to London was quiet, the sound of the radio filled the void that her pathetic soul left in the vehicle:
'Don't play games
Don't play games with my heart, ooh-wee
Now the feels hit me differently
When they hittin' this deep, don't play'
"Are you tired?" Lando asked 'Yes, of your games' she thought "A bit" "Why don't you sleep a little?" "You don't mind?" "No, it's fine" "Okay" she wasn't even that sleepy, but the last thing she wanted in that moment was to interact with Lando. She leaned her head on the window and listened to the song:
'All the things you doin', yeah
I think I've seen it all before
Seen it, seen it all before, ah
Everything you're sayin'
Yeah, I think I've heard it all before
Yeah, heard it all before'
"Want me to turn off the radio?" 'Oh, no. It was the perfect song for that moment' she told herself "You don't have to. I like this song" "Alright, then"
'If you don't give me your time
Then I ain't givin' you mine, huh
If you're gonna lie
Then I'ma say "goodbye"
Every game you're playin'
Yeah, boy, I've played them all before
And I win 'em all'
So fucking perfect timing. Like a Heavenly advice directly for her.
...
Almost an hour later they were back at her place "Hey, princess" he caressed her hair "We're at your castle" She woke up, stretched, and looked at him "Thanks for the ride" "My pleasure. Thanks for the amazing day. I thought everything was fucked up but it was... perfect" she smiled 'for how many girls did you say that?' she thought "Well, I am going now" "Sure" she unclipped the security belt and noticed something "Oh! Your hoodie" "Keep it. Looks good on you" she smiled "Thanks" she already was opening the car door but he stopped her "I don't get a kiss?" she leaned toward him and gave him a brief kiss on the lips "Goodnight, Lando" "Goodnight, beautiful" "Drive safely" "Alright". She closed the car's door and then walked to the building where she lived, maybe sleeping would kill that whole confusion inside of her.
//
A few days later
London to Woking, England:
She was pissed with herself. She promised not to do it anymore. Driving from London to Woking just to see him. At least not just because he asked her to.
The things that she heard the last time she was there still resonated in her mind
...
Flashback:
"So? What do you think about Navillera?" "I actually enjoyed it" "Really?" "Yeah. The main character guy actually dances really well" "Glad you liked" he smiled "Hum. I was thinking...." "What?" "You know..." Lando started while they still ate pizza in his room "I... I want to be honest with you" "So be honest with me" "I am seeing someone else" "Oh! Why?" "I enjoy meeting people" he shrugged "Hum" "Don't be like that. We're still knowing each other!" "Who?" "You and I, Luisa and I..." fuck. He spilled her name accidentally. She lowered her gaze "Couldn't you... stop doing that?" "Seeing her?" "And any other people you're seeing" he didn't like that whole thing of honesty. He was practicing for less than 3 minutes and it was already ruining all of his benefits. Fuck that. "Well, you're not my girlfriend, and Imma a single man, so I can see whoever I want to" she nodded "Hum, that's right" she was ready to open her mouth and say she was not going to be part of it, but he noticed. The way she retracted her body and her jaw tensed denounced her. His ego noticed he was losing her, like he suspected when that idea of telling her the truth popped into his mind for the first time. So he lied "But I think I can do that for you" "Excuse me?" "You worth it, I'll stop seeing her for you" she smiled, softly "Really?" "Yes. And whoever you want me to stop seeing" Her body relaxed, and he knew he had her back "Alright" he smiled, then leaned to peck her lips. "Can I lay here? It seems comfortable" He pointed to her belly "Sure".
....
Present time:
For some reason, she believed in his words, but Max bombarded her with the truth hours later: "If you're looking for a serious thing, he is not the guy for you".
And to make things even worse, he was seen with a girl in London 2 days after their date. Thanks The Sun, for taking off the son of a bitch's mask.
Shit, shit, shit, shit! What the fuck was wrong with him? But one thing she knew for sure, she wasn't going to tolerate any lies. She already had too many of this type in her life in the past. It had to end.
//
Woking, England
Lando's place
They were in his kitchen. She was sitting on a bench on the island staring at the floor, thinking how she was going to end things with him. He was chopping fruits to make a smoothie. "Are you in a bad mood today?" "No" "You seem to be" "I'm not" she kept looking at the floor "I don't believe you" "That's not my problem" he placed the knife down "Can you please tell me what's wrong?" "Do you want to know what's wrong?" "Yes, please" "I'm sick of you!" "What?! What have I done now?" "You keep playing with me as if you actually want something more than just physical!" "I…" "You think I don't see it, right? You think I don't notice that fake innocence you pretend when I am around... Those beautiful lies you say to me" he moved to be in front of her "You need to stop saying shit and calm down" "I AM NOT FUCKING CALMING DOWN!".
He widened his eyes "I am done with this" "This?" "You. And whatever shit you're planning. Go find another idiot for being your toy. Oh, hold on, you already have it! Tones of them, right?" He stepped closer "I like to be with lots of girls to take away the pain" "Good for you" "You do this to me. You make me feel less sad. I don't like to play with you, is just... Is hard to think about you leaving and me staying alone" "Why do you even care? You have a big list of girls who want to be in your bed" "Gosh… why this now? Haven't I told you I was going to stop seeing other girls?" "I don't believe you... Tabloids denounced you. 1 day, Lando. That's how long you kept your promise" he kept silent, he was caught in his white lies "Guess we both are just looking for different stuff" "Oh!" "I mean, we can't continue with that foreplay if we're not going to actually play" "Alright" he stepped even closer "I just like to have you around" he touched her face "Lando..." "Okay" It hurt her that all he wanted was what she had between her legs "Guess I am leaving, then" "Okay" she smiled at him awkwardly and made her walk of the shame towards the door. He didn't want to give up on her, he really didn't, so when she passed him, he grabbed her wrist, stopped her, stood up, and in a smooth movement pulled her to him, kissing her deeply and desperately. She responded as euphoric as him, taking his cap off to place her hands on his curls, pulling it, and scratching his nape lightly. Did he get her back? No. Cause she pushed away and handed him his cap, with a smirk on her face "Don't wear it back to front it looks boyish" and just like that, she left "Bitch" he cursed, of course, she won.
//
One week later:
McLaren Technology Centre, Woking, England
It wasn't easy, but Lando took her off his mind. In parts. Just a bit. The point was, he only thought about her sometimes, mainly when Daniel was around which made him take his distance from him just for a while. It was working well, for example, he was in a sim session for Arabia and Abu Dhabi and wasn't thinking about her. Progress! He rocked in the sim and was going to have his well-deserved lunch in his safe space: McLaren Technology Centre. He was so confident and cool that he might even sit with Daniel for lunch. Because she wasn't on his mind. "You will never buy my love" he hummed the song that played on the night they kissed for the first time in that club in Italy and it was all fine. She was not on his mind. Or was... cause the first thing he saw when stepped into the cafeteria was her pretty frame sitting across Daniel, smiling at something he said. He could deal with it. He could pretend he didn't see it and eat somewhere else, the building was enormous. Yes, he could eat at the rooftop. Catch some Sun, appreciate the beautiful view of Woking, and let the wind mess up his hair. She wouldn't take all his thoughts. He wouldn't let her. But she did and he let her, cause a cloud 9 of her, everything he avoided for the past week, hit him hard. And he couldn't move, which was the perfect opportunity for to Daniel see him standing there and call him "Hey, Lando!" "Fuck" he thought and politely and very artificially, smiled at his teammate. "Come here mate!" she half-turned her body to spot him and smiled as if that conversation never existed. "Oh yes, she won again" he thought, sighing and walking towards their table "Hey, guys..." he said awkwardly, she put her fork down and smiled "Hi! How was the simulator?" how did she know about the sim? Daniel probably told her, of course, but... Has she asked about him? He faced her, she looked even smaller looking from above. She looked adorable seeming smaller than she already was. She would look even more adorable if he realized it naked. If he had those thoughts about how adorable she was looking at her from above with her on her knees, sucking him, with all her softness, with her tongue sliding down his length and... there was he thinking about her again. He couldn't even move again. He cleaned his throat "Hum, yeah... It was good. Nailed it" he tried to look as casual as possible, but when she opened a warm smile and said "Of course you nailed it, it's you" he couldn't help but blush.
"Seems you have a fan, mate" Daniel grinned "Thanks..." he said almost inaudibly "Want to sit with us?" How could he say no? It was everything fucked up already "Sure..." "Great! I will grab you a chair" Daniel said a little too much excited. Poor Daniel had been avoided for weeks already "I can do it mate" "No, no it's no problem at all! You were invited, I grab it" he said already standing up "Alright, then..." "Will be back in a minute" How he had a smile on his freaking face every day? She smiled at Lando and grabbed the fork to continue eating again. Silence. Should he say something? Crap! "Hum... are you alright?" "Yeah" she swallowed her food "And you?" "I'm fine thanks" he was fine before seeing her "Still living in London?" "Oh you know, fifth-fifth" "Amsterdam?" "Yes, have been working in different cities of The Netherlands" "Oh, that's cool!" "Yes. And you? How things are?" "Pretty much the same..." he faced his shoes "Nothing new" "Really?" "Quite boring" "Want to go out someday? Dance a bit?" what was she intending to do? "Hum… like a club?" "Sure! You can invite Max, Tom, Connor, and whoever you want to" No. He definitely couldn't "You know, it has the end of the calendar so I don't think I can..." "And after Abu Dhabi?" "I'm going on vacation with some friends" Where was Daniel with the damn chair? She nodded "Still impossible to take you out" he chuckled "Still irresistible" he thought "I am a busy man" she grinned dissatisfied "Do well in Arabia for me, then" "Okay" if she probably asked Daniel about him and was asking him to going out, it meant she wanted him, right? At least a little bit. So he won.
He felt invincible. He felt so proud of himself that he didn't even notice Daniel arriving "Here's your chair mate" "Thanks, Dan" and he felt so invincible that he didn't notice her grabbing her phone "Someone is in the cellphone during lunch" she smiled "Giaro is texting me" he made an Italian gesture with his hands "Giaro" she repeated his movement "We don't do it every time we speak something in Italian" he laughed "How is him?" "Good. Want me to go with them to Spain" "Spain. Fancy. Where in Spain?" "Ibiza. Seems Giaro can't stay away from Ibiza" Lando watched them "To contextualize you, she is friends with Giaro, I don't know what he does for a living, but he's a good-looking Italian guy with nice, soft, glowing hair" she giggled at the description "He's a model" "Anyhow, he's always traveling to somewhere nice and always invite her and she always says no cause she has to work." Daniel looked at her again "You should go!" then looked back to his teammate "Tell her she should go!" Lando looked at her, so after moving on from him, she was interested in a good-looking Italian model? "If she wants to" he shrugged pretending he didn't care. She looked at Daniel "I don't know. You asked me to..." "Forget about Abu Dhabi, go to Ibiza. I am uninviting you!" he invited her to Abu Dhabi?? And now uninvited her?! "Go get laid in a fancy hotel room in Ibiza" and now he told her to fuck with the guy with nice hair?? Come on Daniel! You will be avoided for one more week for this. His confidence was washed away by those comments. Comments that Daniel himself chuckled just as she did "Okay" and she just agreed. Perfect. Everything he wanted and needed. He couldn't let it happen.
"Stop pressing her Daniel" they looked at him "I just want her to have a great time. That's fair pressure" She'd have a great time with him, the great time he turned down just a few minutes ago. "Well, guys. My turn on the sim. Thanks for coming, love. Feel free to finish your meal, I text you later" "Okay" "You're in great company" Lando smiled at him "Bye bye" he hugged her. So, it was only the both of them. A killer silence while she ate her vegetables and Lando played with his pizza "Spain huh?" "Yes. It's been a while since I've been there" "Spain is great" "True" "Are you really going to Ibiza instead of Abu Dhabi?" "Maybe. Why?" "Just trying to establish a conversation" "Oh, alright! Do you think I should go?" "Do you want to?" "Yeah, I'm needing a break. Holidays just exhausted me" "So I think you should" "So I will then" "Good for you" she smiled politely trying to ignore his rudeness. He didn't feel invincible anymore "It will make you feel good. You will swim, sunbathe, drink cocktails, sleep with the Italian good looking guy..." he teased her. She looked at him "Yeah" "Of course you will..." he chuckled, bitter. She knew it all was because of Giaro "I would not only on one condition" she said challengingly "Which is...?" "If you were there" "I..." he mumbled "I will be at the last GP of the season. In Abu Dhabi" "Such a shame" she joked, he laughed, insincere cause she won once more. He knew she had cause if she hadn't he wouldn't find himself buying airplane tickets to Ibiza.
could you please write a reader who has a hobby mouth texts with lando because the grid are convinced he’ll never find someone “sassier” than him
fwb!lando norris texts
★ : summary :: no one told you how dangerous it was trying to keep lando at bay when he was hellbent on making you his ★ : feat :: lando norris x reader ★ : genre :: fluff ★ : a/n :: not sure if this is what you had in mind but I had to make this because friends with benefits lando wouldn't leave my mind fr!!! hope the sarcasm hits🤞
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Can you please do “makes me want to wreck you” and “good. now you know what it's like.” but both in smut with lando norris and an innocent or naive reader? Thank you so much lovely ❤️
“makes me want to wreck you” + “good. now you know what it's like.”
( event masterlist \ main masterlist \ drop a request ) ★:summary:: the one in which he proves just how good sex is. sex with him. ★:feat:: lando norris x reader ★:genre:: smut
it took you embarrassingly long to focus on what your boyfriend was saying. you could see his lips moving, but your poor clit was pressed so hard between your thighs that it was impossible to concentrate on anything else.
“you better start answering,” he purred against your ear, catching you off guard. “or i might walk out of this room right now.”
these were empty threats. you would actually pay him to see if he would walk out, and if you weren’t so hyper-aware of him, you might get richer but—
“tsk,” he murmured nonchalantly as he pressed his knee into the small space between your legs, pushing them apart and grinding slowly, painfully against your clit. “do you want me to walk out when she's— fuck,” lando cursed when you caught his arm and tried to match his rhythm.
“she's fucking weeping for me,” he growled, cursing again as you started whimpering against him. “thought you said— shit, that you've never done this before.”
he was right; you were so wet that the rough surface of his jeans was getting a dark, damp spot. you were leaking through your panties, not even daring to look down at the ruined material.
“p-promise i've never,” you choked out as another moan slipped from your mouth. he was pressing just the right amount against your little bud, every nudge and brush leaving goosebumps in their wake.
“i... i don’t know what to do,” you confessed, your voice barely above a whisper, clearly lying through your teeth. but you genuinely didn’t know; your body was moving as if it had a mind of its own.
“you can still talk?” lando raised an eyebrow, putting more weight on his knee as he stopped moving, restraining you from shamelessly grinding your pussy on him to get off. “guess i need to step up my game.”
one second you were half-sitting on the couch, and the next, he was pulling you using your feet, a yelp leaving your mouth. “wha... god!”
your nipples hurt when the motion made them rub against your shirt, a reaction not lost on your boyfriend, who immediately bent down to bite a clothed one.
“oh— lan...” you murmured, knowing the bastard was thoroughly satisfied that you couldn't finish your sentence.
“you're so adorable when flustered,” lando whispered, looking up at you in awe. the look in his eyes alone made you feel so loved, so desirable for the first time that—
“it makes me want to wreck you,” he hissed as he pinched your nipple with his hand and continued lightly biting on the other one.
you were both technically fully clothed, and it bewildered you that sex— this wasn't even 'sex'— could feel so good that it was making you lose your mind.
you wanted to point and laugh at your past self, who rolled her eyes when her friend said, “you just wait for the right person; they'll have you crumbling in seconds.”
“always fucking lost in your head,” your boyfriend— your right person— grunted as he rubbed his erection against your leg while assaulting your hard nipples.
how the fuck was all of this so fucking hot from over the clothes? were you insane for even liking this?
“w-won’t stop,” lando threw his head back, shivering when he probably rubbed a sensitive part against you. “won’t stop till all you t- fuck, think about is me.”
he must have been insane to even think you could think about anything but him—
smack!
“that’ll teach you,” he grinned as your lower lip wobbled. lando instantly rubbed at the skin of your thigh turning red before he got up and spread your legs wide. “haa…” he let out in wonder.
lando climbed back into the space between your legs, his eyes never leaving yours. he hovered over you, his hands bracing on either side of your head. “you’re so beautiful,” he murmured, his gaze intense. “do you have any idea what you do to me?”
you shook your head, unable to find your voice. the way he looked at you, like you were the only thing that mattered— it was overwhelming.
“well, i guess i better show you then,” lando huffed, his eyes soft before he settled his other knee against your glistening lips.
he kissed you again, deeper this time, his tongue exploring your mouth. you moaned softly, your fingers tangling in his hair as you kissed him back with everything you had. the feel of his body pressing against yours, the heat of his skin— it was all-consuming.
every touch, every movement sent jolts of pleasure through your body. you could hardly believe this was happening, that someone could make you feel this way. the pressure against your clit was driving you wild, the rough texture of his jeans adding an edge that had you teetering on the brink.
“lando, ngh! p-please,” you whimpered, once again instinctively moving to grind against his knee. the friction was intense, building a pressure inside you that was about to explode.
he chuckled darkly, his eyes filled with a mix of amusement and desire. “look at you,” he murmured. “so fucking desperate for me. do you want to come, darling?”
you nodded frantically, unable to form coherent words. the need was overwhelming, consuming you entirely. “puh-lease,” you managed to gasp out.
tears rolled down your cheeks when he didn’t reply. was he going to stretch this out? “lando,” you whimpered, your voice desperate.
he shushed you gently, “i know, love. i’ve got you.” the words were a promise, a reassurance. he wasn’t going to stop until he had you coming undone beneath him.
you were teetering on the edge, every nerve ending on fire. when his mouth resorted to nibbling and sucking at your neck, you cried out, your back arching off the bed like a slut, just for him. the sensation was overwhelming, his touch driving you wild.
“good girl,” he murmured, his voice filled with pride. “you’re doing so good.”
you could barely think, your mind a haze of pleasure. his fingers moved inside you, each stroke pushing you closer to the brink. you panted, your body trembling with the need to just let go.
“please,” apparently you couldn’t stop begging, your voice barely audible. “i need… i need…”
lando smirked, his movements becoming more deliberate. he pressed his knee harder against your clit, fingers unabashedly toying with your nipples. “come for me, love,” he whispered. “show me how good i make you feel.”
that. that was all it took. with a cry, you came undone, your body convulsing as waves of pleasure crashed over you.
it was intense, almost too much, and yet not enough. you clung to him, your nails digging into his arms as you rode out the orgasm, your mind blank except for the sensation of him against you.
as you slowly came back to yourself, you realized you were panting, your body trembling with aftershocks. lando was watching you with a satisfied smile, his eyes dark with lingering desire. “wow,” you breathed, your voice shaky. “this is what i’ve been missing out on?”
he leaned down, capturing your lips in a gentle kiss. “you have no idea,” he murmured against your lips. “and we’re just getting started.”
you looked up at him, your heart swelling with a mix of affection and lust. “i'm ruined,” you said softly. “i want this— you— all the time.”
lando's smile widened, a predatory gleam in his eyes as he looked down at his zipper, making you do the same. “good,” he replied, his voice low and possessive. “now you know what it’s like.”
a new, very odd sensation filled your chest when you saw his ruined jeans. satisfied that you made him come without even touching him, you grinned, feeling a sense of pride and anticipation for what’s to come.
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“your opinion of me won't change, right?” + lando (who kinda has a fuckboy reputation but fell for the reader)
“your opinion of me won't change, right?”
( event masterlist \ main masterlist \ drop a request ) ★:summary:: the one where a fuckboy gets turned into a loverboy? ★:feat:: lando norris x reader ★:genre:: hurt/comfort
the knock on your door comes around midnight when you're almost going to bed. you don’t expect anyone, especially not him.
for a second, you stand still, unsure of what to do with heart thudding. but the persistent rapping doesn’t stop, and despite the days of silence between you two, you already know who it is.
when you swing the door open, lando stumbles in, his shoulders slumped, eyes clouded with alcohol and something darker. his hair is a mess, damp from the rain, and he reeks of whiskey and regret.
“y/n,” he breathes out, almost as if he’s relieved to see you. but you’re not relieved at all. you’re angry, confused, and hurt and looking at him really hit you so hard that you had to squeeze the ends of your his t-shirt to not stumble.
you close the door behind him, and he sways unsteadily. he’s drunk—drunker than you’ve ever seen him. his clothes are disheveled, his usual cool confidence replaced by something pitiful, something raw.
"lando, what the hell are you doing here?" your voice is sharp, meant to sting, because his presence alone already rips at the wounds that haven't even started healing yet.
he doesn’t answer right away. instead, he looks at you with those familiar blue eyes, the same ones that once made you weak in the knees, but now… they just bring back the pain. his lips tremble as if he’s about to say something, but he doesn’t.
"you—" lando slurs slightly, stepping forward, hands outstretched. "you weren't… supposed to leave. you—" it washed over you like a bucket of cold water and you're already moving away from his touch.
"don't." your voice cracks, and you hate how fragile you sound. you take another step back, putting more space between you two. "don’t come here like this again."
lando rubs his face, pacing around your small living room slowly, stumbling over air. he’s spiraling, trying to collect his thoughts, but the alcohol muddles his brain and you can see the struggle on his face.
“i didn’t mean to… i didn’t want you to leave,” he mutters. he turns to you, desperation in his eyes. "i messed up, okay? i know that. but i… fuck, i’m trying, y/n."
you cross your arms, every muscle tense. "trying? you’re drunk, lando. that’s not trying."
his face crumples at your words, and he stumbles back, this time collapsing onto the couch like his legs can’t hold him up anymore. his hands run through his hair, pulling at it in frustration, in agony.
you vividly remember what happened a few nights ago when a girl texted him asking if he was up for 'another' great night. it wasn't easy being with someone while knowing he could have anyone in the entire world and with his past, you were already always on the edge of letting your insecurities out.
it just led to a bigger argument where instead of assuring you how you were the only one he ever wanted, he asked you to either start trusting him or leave.
so you left.
"do you know how much i fucking hate myself?" his voice is hoarse now, barely above a whisper, but the rawness in it cuts through you like a knife as it brings you back to the present. "i tried to be better for you. i… i tried."
you swallow the lump forming in your throat, trying to stay firm, but it’s hard. it's always been hard with him. "you have a funny way of showing it."
he lifts his head slowly, tears brimming in his eyes now, and the sight is enough to make your resolve crack just a little. you've never seen him cry before. not like this.
“your opinion of me won’t change, right?” his voice breaks, and you freeze. the vulnerability in his question sends a jolt of pain straight to your chest. he sounds small, defeated, like the weight of everything he’s been carrying has finally crushed him.
“lando…” you whisper, but he doesn’t let you finish.
"because everyone else—" he pauses, taking in a shaky breath. "they all think they know me? that i’m just some… some asshole who doesn’t care, who’s not capable of… anything real? but i’m not. i’m not, y/n. you know that, right?"
the room feels heavy, like the air is thickening with every word. you want to say something, to tell him that you believed in him once, that you saw the good in him, the real lando, but it’s not that simple anymore.
"i fell for you," he says, voice trembling, eyes glistening as he stares up at you like you're the only thing that can save him. with the rapid blinking of his eyes, tears start to fall and so does your resolve. "i wish i didn’t put you through this, but i did. and i didn’t know how to be that guy… the one you deserved. but i tried. i’m still trying."
it’s quiet for a moment, just the sound of his ragged breathing and your heartbeat pounding in your ears.
you look at him, really look at him. his face is flushed from the alcohol and the tears, but beneath that, you see something more. he’s broken in ways you never let yourself see before.
all the cockiness, the bravado, the charm—it was all just a shield. he never thought he was good enough for you either, and maybe that’s why you left. you repeat it to yourself but it was a losing war.
the old lando wouldn’t be here, in front of you, crying and baring his soul. he wouldn’t have admitted any of this. isn't that reason enough to give him another chance?
he was selfish before, reckless, hiding behind his reputation as the playboy, the fun guy who never cared too deeply about anything. but now, now you see the cracks. you see the vulnerability he’s tried so hard to bury and it kills you to give in but the words leave you before you can stop yourself.
"i thought you didn’t care," you admit softly, feeling all your defenses start to crumble. "that’s why i left, lando. i didn’t think you could care."
"i fucking love you," he lets out a bitter laugh, wiping his eyes with the back of his hand. not believing what you were saying at all. "i care too fucking much. i just… maybe i don’t know how to show it right."
you sigh, sitting down beside him on the couch, still keeping a little distance between you. "it’s not about showing it right. it’s about showing it at all."
he looks at you, his gaze softer now, more open. "i’m sorry. i know i’ve been… i know i fucked up. but i’m… i love you, y/n. i really fucking love you. and i didn’t know how much until you weren’t there."
his words hang in the air, and for the first time in weeks, you don’t feel anger or hurt. you just feel… sad. sad for him, sad for you, sad for all the misunderstandings that led you here.
you reach out, gently brushing a lock of his hair from his forehead. he closes his eyes at the touch, leaning into it like he’s starved for your touch. he probably is because so are you.
"i’ve changed," he murmurs, his voice thick with exhaustion. "i swear loving you has changed me."
you don’t respond right away. instead, you lean forward and press a soft, lingering kiss to his forehead. his skin is warm beneath your lips, and the simple gesture feels more intimate than anything you’ve ever shared before.
when you pull back, lando looks at you through heavy-lidded eyes, his emotions raw and exposed. "i love you too," he mumbles, his voice barely audible, like he’s falling asleep or slipping into a dream where things are better, where you’re together again.
you don’t know what’s going to happen next, or if you can really fix what’s broken between you. but for the first time in a long while, you feel like maybe… just maybe, you can try.
and maybe this time, it’ll be different.
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A smut, or fluff story, anything really. Where reader is slightly chubby with thick thighs, and she’s super insecure and lando hates how she doesn’t see her worth and helps her. - coming from a thicker girlie 🥹
a/n :: got me thinking and like im gonna ramble😓
lando would honestly be so fucking sweet everytime you'd feel insecure even when he doesn't understand it.
you are literally so beautiful so how could you feel insecure when he's absolutely smitten but he does get it.. he gets it better than most.
maybe you're just lying in bed with a sheet covering your thighs because it's really one of those days.
lando notices and is quick to reach under the sheet to rub your thighs while continuing whatever conversation you guys were having.
you instantly feel your heart calm down a bit and when you kiss him,'thank you.' without saying it out loud. he's just smiling cheekily as his hand keeps on moving higher and higher till it's cupping you fully and a hiss is leaving your lips.
calls you 'pretty girl,' in public whenever he feels like you're closing off with the insecurities creeping in.
glares at people if they stare till they stop.
he is proud of you and none can ever make you feel bad about yourself when you're his
imagine how he eats you out, teeth dragging sinfully against your soft thighs he is holding securely in his hands. dragging out a low,"patience baby!" when you try to grind against him to get his mouth where you need it the most.
"let me show 'em some love before I get you off, baby," and like who are you to reject such a princess treatment when he's making you feel so good.
you know you can approach him whenever.,
"do you think this makes me look ugly?" and he'll look up before his brows would draw together because like what the fuck?
looking at you literally reminded him that his heart beats because of how fast it goes suddenly.
"you look eatable if anything," lando replies nonchalantly before throwing the phone that was in his hand on the couch, pulling up to his lap so he can show you exactly what he thinks the dress makes you look like.
your cheeks burn and you're sure he can tell when you feel a very hard evidence of how that dress makes him feel.
"this is all for you, love. don't go shy on me now."
lando makes sure to keep an eye out because he knows you are chronically online when you want to be and salty people hiding behind their screens aren't exactly kind.
the minute he comes home and sees you slumped on the couch with your phone in your hand, he is snatching it away.
"babe I'm starving so I think we should cook together."
drags you across the room till you're sitting on a chair while he cooks, keeping you engaged in whatever gossip he gets from the paddock.
you get distracted for a bit and with a smile, lando is leaning against the counter and gently pressing his lips against yours.
hours later, when you both are fed and happily in love, he is again getting on his knees to show him just how much he appreciates your pretty curves.
the world is loud but all you can hear is his voice, he makes sure you know it's the only one that is valid.
it gets easier because he is able to love you at times it's hard to love yourself.
Pop the champagne 🍾 for Lando's first win 🏆🙌🏽
