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Dating Advice

Lando Norris x Reader x Daniel Ricciardo 18+

Lando is in desperate need of advice in securing a date. He does so, just not in the way he expected

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"Don't laugh at me. It's not funny." Lando groaned, pouring himself another drink. "It is a little bit. You're a rich formula one driver who many women think is attractive and you can't get a second date. Are you sure it's not your personality." Daniel jested, arms behind his head as he leant back on the bed. "I'm being serious, asking for dating advice and all I get back is you laughing in my face. Is that not a turn off for your girlfriend?" Lando pouted, bringing the glass to his lips. "Hey don't start on me. You don't know how long it look me to actually get a girlfriend; who, may I add, wasn't easy to win over." Daniel said, reaching for his beer on the night stand. "Oh really, like you had to work for it. Rich formula one driver." Lando was a little bitter, he hadn't been laid in months, and it wasn't from a lack of trying. 

"Tell me what you're actually doing, maybe we can find the problem." Lando was convinced that he was meeting the wrong kind of woman. "Well, you know, usually I'd pick her up from her place, bring flowers...Don't act surprised I'm not evil. Go out to dinner, of course I pay, again I'm not evil, plus this is Monaco so it's kind of required of me...Then you know..." Lando trailed off, reaching for his drink, desperately trying to ease his nerves. "Are you kidding me. You really are a dog." Daniel laughed, almost choking on his beer. "I am not. You're acting like you weren't when you first started racing." The brit finally sat down sighing. "Not really, I didn't have much game back then. Plus, if that's how you're ending the night, why are you acting like you've not gotten any in months?" Lando just looked down at his glass, not acknowledging Daniel's presence in the slightest. "Oh my, you've slept with them all. Every eligible woman in Monaco you've already had sex with. What are you? Some streetwalker?" Lando's face contorted as he heard the Australian's voice, it didn't matter how the sentence was worded, it always sounded horrific. "Maybe. Look it's not that bad. I asked for advice didn't I? We've been friends for years. So...Help me, please." His voice almost whined in desperation. "It doesn't matter what advice I give you. There's no one left to exercise it on." Daniel laughed, getting up to grab another drink. 

"Please don't ask me if I know any good doctors." Daniel muttered, looking to the side at Lando. "I don't have an STD. I'm a slut not an idiot." Lando crossed his arms as he spoke. "Good."

"Anyway, we know what you've done wrong. She is automatically assuming that she's just a hook up. You've created that idea. " Daniel stated with his hands back behind his head. "One good thing you're doing right is the flowers, the rest must come from what you say." Lando was slightly hurt, but he had to admit it now that his friend pointed it out, that he was the problem. "To be honest I don't really remember what I said." Lando muttered into his glass. "Enough to get her into bed clearly...Sorry that was a low blow." The Australian was quick to sip on the alcohol before beginning to speak again. "So one of the best things you can do is really get her talking, mostly about herself. But put in a few double questions if you will; a question specific enough that it gets a slightly personal or unique response but also generic enough that she can ask about you. But first you have to complement her, 'You look gorgeous tonight', 'Those earrings are really pretty', one thing I will say about jewellery, don't ask where it's from or where she got it in case it's a family thing and you know talking about dead relatives ain't great chat. Anyway make sure it's specific, if she's wearing a gold necklace make sure you mention it's gold, it shows that you're actually paying attention to her." Lando payed attention to every word that left Daniel's mouth, taking mental notes diligently. 

"Then move onto DHA. Her dreams, hopes and aspirations. Trust me... panty peeler." Daniel stated like it was the simplest thing in the world. Lando shook his head slowly, trying to fathom how that would work in securing him a second date. "Seriously? What happened to not having game?" Lando said, astounded at Daniel's advice. "Hey, I have a girlfriend don't I? Plus it took six dates to even get her to my place so, I think I did pretty well." He spoke hand on his heart, clearly offended. "So, was it a panty peeler?" The brit rushed out, quickly downing the rest of his drink. Daniel rolled his eyes before speaking again. "Obviously, but definitely later than six dates. She wasn't easy." He was smiling just thinking about her. "Alright, don't rub it in."

"You know what?" Daniel started, almost jumping up from the bed. "You need to test your newfound knowledge." He slurred, stumbling slightly as he got up. They had been talking at Daniel's flat for hours, mostly about the recent Bills game and the next quadrant video, so talking for hours lead to plenty of alcohol. "What are you on about?" Lando wasn't particularly sober either, but that didn't stop his curiosity. "You need a fake date, where I can help guide you a bit." Lando's eyes widened hearing Daniel's proposal. "I'm not going out with you and you're girlfriend." Lando stated, shaking his head, he didn't drink as much as Daniel, he never did, but even he could tell that Daniel was in no state of mind for this conversation. "Nah man. We do it here. You can practice, get it right with some help, and maybe you can travel to Nice and find a lady there." It was clear Daniel was getting too excited about the thought. "I need to get home. We'll talk about this later."

When she came home from work the following morning she was surprised to find Daniel laying askew on the sofa. She made quick work in the kitchen, pouring a glass of water and looking for some pain killers. "Danny." She whispered, shaking him slightly. "Danny, wake up." He slowly began to stir, meeting her eyes with a smile. "Morning, Darling." He almost groaned, taking the water but not the pills. Exhaustion painted her face as she sat beside him, curious about the night he had. 

"So, did you and Lando do anything interesting?" She spoke softly, mindful of the state Daniel is in. He bought his arm over her shoulder, pulling her into him before speaking. "Mostly stuff you've already heard from me or I know you don't really care for." She got up once again, not worried for her boyfriend anymore, and ventured back to the kitchen, desperate for a warm drink in what now was the morning. "But?" She asked as she opened the cupboards. "I found out he's slept with every single lady in Monaco, and possibly Nice, but he didn't say anything about the French." Daniel said as he got up, following her into the kitchen. "No." Her disbelief was apparent in her tone, even as Daniel slid his arms around her waist and mumbled a quiet 'I know' into her neck. Her cheeks warmed at the feeling. "So you spent hours talking to Lando about his love life?" She wanted to distract herself from the feeling of him against her, thinking about anything that would keep her thoughts away from the fact his cock was pushed against her ass. "Maybe a little bit of you...Anyway Lando was asking for a little bit of help with actually dating women." Daniel stole the mug out of her hand and took a sip, burning his tongue slightly. "Serves you right." She laughed, turning around in his grasp. "So what did you say?" She was curious, they spoke about past relationships before, Daniel mostly about his lack of them, so she was slightly shocked that Lando would go to her boyfriend for advice. In his younger days he was very focused on racing, to a point that he had no time for relationships, so at the time he was supposed to be learning the best way to woo a woman, his mind was filled with a steering wheel and how to use DRS. "Exactly what I did to win you over." His hands met her cheeks, pulling her in for a sweet kiss. 

"How kind of you. Considering he has already been with every woman in Monaco, is he going to be traveling to find himself a girlfriend?" Upon hearing her statement Daniel become slightly nervous, perhaps asking his partner to go on a fake date with one of his best friends was not the best idea. "Well I may have made a suggestion." His hand left her waist and found the back of his neck rather quickly as his eyes shifted from her face.  "I think Lando should practice before he travels to Italy to find a girlfriend." He said in a slightly higher tone. "Let me guess, you're brilliant idea was for me to be the date?" She pondered out loud. At this point she was really considering it, it didn't really have any impact in their relationship. So realistically what could go wrong? "Has Lando already agreed?" She asked with a small smile, easing Daniel's nerves slightly. "Not yet, I was pretty drunk when I suggested it, to be fair so was he, so maybe he doesn't even remember. We will see. The worst that can happen is he says no." A small shred of excitement ran through her. "Call him later, you know how long it takes him to get up after he's been drinking." 

She went to bed both peaceful and enthused. She was hopeful that Lando says yes, and this quickly led to a spiral of questions: Where would they be? What would she wear? What was he going to ask her? How would she answer? It almost concerned her, she probably shouldn't be feeling so excited to go on a date, even if it was a pretend one, with her boyfriend's friend. 

Daniel grabbed his phone almost immediately after she fell asleep. Lando struggled to pick up his phone while still laying in bed. Lando was smaller than Daniel so alcohol always hit him faster and for longer. "What do you want?" Lando groaned into the phone, eyes still closed. "That's no way to speak to the friend that secured you a practice date." Daniel huffed down the line, playfulness practically bubbling out of him. "Are you being serious? You actually remembered asking me to go on a date with your girlfriend, and have somehow convinced her?" Lando was both shocked and amused. He sat up slightly, running his hand through his curly hair. "I didn't actually do any convincing, if I'm honest she figured it out." The brit's jaw fell open slightly, not only did he not expect Daniel to remember, he especially didn't expect his girlfriend to agree. "When?" He we was unsure as to what made him ask, but if it was going to help him then it was a good idea. "Tomorrow night, around eight." Daniel spoke softly, not wanting to cause his friend anymore stress in an already immensely stressful situation. "Alright." He hung up and threw his phone back on the bed as he stood up. At this point in time he was mostly nervous and a little bit confused. There was a lot he needed to do before going to their house. Most of it being mental preparation. 

She awoke a few hours later with Daniel by her side. "Morning Love." He whispered as soft as possible. He said morning although it was a few minutes until it could be called afternoon. She moved in silence so her head was resting on her chest, leg over his. "What did he say?" She mumbled, interlocking their hands. "Yes." Her eyes widened, realising that she actually had to go on a date with Lando Norris. "It's tomorrow evening, here of course. I'll be you're chef and waiter." He giggled, squeezing her hand in his. "Okay." She whispered into his chest.  "Can I ask you something...It's unrelated but still important?" He questioned, avoiding her eyes once again. She hummed, looking up at him. "It's about what we talked about before." His nerves where sky high, they shouldn't have been considering it was his suggestion. "What's her name?" Daniel was extremely lucky that his girlfriend was okay with almost anything, well actually she was more willing to try almost everything. "First of all, never said it was a woman, second I've not found anyone. I was wondering if you have, or if you were maybe changing your mind." Daniel was sweet in more ways than one, he always asked, even if he think he knew the answer. "I haven't and no I've not. We talked about this months ago, have you changed your mind?" He shook his head, it was hard to find someone you trusted to have a threesome with. "What brought this about then? This is about Lando. Do you want to ask him?" Daniel would have asked Max if he wasn't in a committed relationship. But to think, he wanted to have a threesome with his former team mate. It sounded weird when he put it like that. "Maybe. I've only really thought about it for all of ten minutes, and to be fair, I have seen his nudes in his camera roll before. But hey that's a conversation for another time." His small rant sent a wave of curiosity through her. Would Lando be the right fit for them. "Lets take some baby steps. He asked for some dating advice, not to fuck us. We'll see how that goes, then we can see if he's willing." She stated, a rather wide smile painting her face. 

The following day Lando began to panic slightly as he slipped his arms through his shirt, and made work on the buttons. He felt as though it would be really awkward and that worried him. Would this sour his relationship with Daniel slightly? Lando didn't think he could cope with that. His hands shook slightly as he got out of his car, flowers in a lose grip. He knocked on the door a few times before she finally answered. "Hello Lando." He wanted to lightly kiss her cheek, as he usually would but hesitated, he needed to remember this is Daniel's girlfriend, not a random date. "Go for it, nothing is off limits. We need to see what you're doing." Daniel stated matter of factly. The word 'Nothing' worried Lando further, because what did nothing really mean? Lando pulled her in for a short hug as he kissed her cheek softly. He handed her the bouquet with a sweet smile. "Thank you, they are lovely." She almost whispered walking through the flat towards the kitchen, reaching for the vase. "How are you?" He asked, voice low. Lando never considered himself shy, but tonight he was struggling. "I've been good, looking forward to this evening with you." Lando thought her acting was all to convincing, no one's girlfriend should seem this enthusiastic about going on a date with their boyfriend's friend. "And how are you?" She was quick to question as she turned to face him. "Well, I've been looking forward to seeing you too." He stated sweetly. Soon the silence was interrupted by Daniel making an almost 'wrong buzzer sound'. "You can't just repeat what she just said, It looks like you're not really bothered. Try again." He turned back around, stirring the sauce for the pasta. Lando sighed before speaking again. "Really good actually. I've been excited to see you." He turned to the side, looking at Daniel for conformation, who just nodded slightly.

Lando linked their hands as he guided her to the table. Daniel came over and poured the wine and gave the brit a slight nod. "Start with step one." Lando's chest was rising and falling rather quickly, he had never been so anxious sat across the table from a lady before. "You're earrings are really pretty, I like that the stones match you're dress." He stated as a light blush painted his cheeks. Daniel helped her get ready, from choosing the dress to helping her put it on. He wanted her to be as she would if they were on a date, which included a gorgeous dress, pretty earrings and a lovely pair of heels. He loved getting ready with her, especially when she would button up his shirt for him. "That's good, you're being specific enough that she feels noticed." Daniel could read her like a book, he could tell that she was becoming flustered already. He complemented,  no practically worshiped her, all the time, yet she couldn't help her reaction to hearing it from Lando. "Oh, Um...Thank you." She was shocked in her own reaction and reached for her drink, taking a rather large sip.

 "So tell me, what have you been doing these past few days?" She questioned, leaning forward. Lando began to panic, he knows exactly what he did for the whole of the week, yet he just couldn't answer; he wasn't prepared to be asked a question so soon. He licked his lips before he began speaking. "I've spent some time with my sisters and my friend Danny. I think keeping up with family and friends is really important, so I try to do it as much as possible." Lando said with a small smile, looking back at her. "So what about you? Surely a pretty Lady like yourself must have had other dates." He asked, nerves rising once again as he brought his wine closer, almost cuddling the drink. "You have to be careful with that, depending on who she is, she might take that in a really bad way. Rephrase the sentence so you're not painting her as some kind of slut." 

Lando necked the glass for a small amount of extra confidence. "So what about you? A pretty Lady like yourself must be busy." He looked up to her again, a small smile on her face. He let her talk for a while, repeating the last few words of some sentence in an almost questioning tone, showing her that he was engaged. Daniel came over again, placing the bowls of pasta in front of them. "DHA." Was all he said as he looked at Lando, who's blush deepened at the thought. She was quickly confused by the acronym. This must have been 'How Daniel secured her'. "What do you plan to do in the future?" Lando was becoming slightly less nervous by the minute, until Daniel repeated the dreaded sound. "That's not specific enough. Show her that you're paying attention." The Australian stated, pulling himself on the counter. Lando was beginning to get frustrated. "What do you plan to do in the next three years?" Lando's tone was slightly sweeter, he waited until she said something small that could be expanded on. Daniel continued to eat the remaining pasta out of the pot as he listened to his girlfriend talk about her dreams, her answers have of course changed, but he felt almost a little hurt that he didn't know most of her answers. "Oh wow." Lando was genuinely surprised with what she wanted to achieve, it made him excited to see her again. Quickly he realised how wrong that was. He shouldn't find her as attractive as he does. Is he a terrible person? 

"That's all you've got to say? It's a good thing you're good in bed." She giggled out as Daniel choked on the pasta. "That was a bit mean Darling." Lando's blush deepened to a red. Was he supposed to become flustered when his friend spoke that was? Probably not. He shouldn't be reacting this way, he knows that, yet he can't help but feel slightly aroused. "Oh come on. He must be." She turned back to him with a sly smirk. Lando was confused, he knew if he told Daniel something then it was likely that she would be told too, and he didn't have a problem with it. But now he was surprised, he'd never heard her say such a thing. Lando felt as though he needed to match her, "Well I've not had any complaints." Her eyebrow furrowed before she lifted up her glass, finishing the rest of the drink. "Is that so?" Daniel mirrored her smile.

"Well it's hard to not be good at something you been doing for years, It's pretty easy to adapt woman to woman." Lando stated as his head tilted to the side. "Hold on. Hold on. You do the same thing...Every time?" Daniel jumped down from the counter in shock , while she was slightly taken aback and disappointed; Surely that couldn't have been fun, then again it was with different woman who would have all reacted differently, so maybe it wasn't as boring as it seemed. "You've got to spill, especially if none of their friends have said not to go out with you." The Australian practically begged. He pulling her out of the seat as Lando began to speak again. "You don't need those details." She was pulled into Daniel's lap during Lando's embarrassment. "Oh come on, please. It will help. You know what? Maybe it's not what you're saying, maybe it's the reputation you've created. They expect you to take em home and fuck em good." Daniel was a little tipsy again and Lando wasn't too far behind. "That's not gonna help me secure a date that is willing to come back." This so called 'date' quickly became an interrogation of friends. "Oh come on, we're curious, if every woman in Monaco wants to sleep with you, you must be good." She smiled, stealing her drink back from Daniel, who's arms were tight around her waist. "Well, I guess so, but it's not as fun as you think. Always being Dominant, always doing the work. It gets, pretty boring." 

They could finally see why he was so desperate, and although Daniel would disagree that always being dominant was boring, he could still sympathise. In a relationship there is more trust and willingness to experiment with one's partner, always keeping things interesting. Yet with dates accompanied with sex, that would be almost impossible to do.

"Okay then, why don't you be good and listen to what I have to say?" She whispered out in a rather seductive tone, leaving Daniel in the seat as she made way to the brit on the other side of the table. She pushed her knee between his legs as she began to speak, "Will you be good for me Lando?" Blood rushed to his cock as he finally made sense of the words that left her mouth. He shouldn't be as turned on as he was, he didn't know if he was even allowed to be. "Well Lando, are you?" Daniel repeated. How long had Lando been thinking? How long had he been focused on the feeling of his hard cock? Too long if it meant his friend gave him permission. "I promise, I'll be good." He almost whimpered , avoiding her eyes. She was quick to straddle him, grabbing his neck as she did so. "Yeah? Are you going to do everything I ask?" She whispered before lowering her lips towards his neck. "Yes, anything." Lando said followed by a low moan. Daniel was surprised to see this part of her. The Australian was quick to get involved. His fingers threaded through Lando's hair as he appeared behind him. "Good." Daniel said, voice dropping an octave. 

She pulled Lando out of the chair and towards the bedroom, Daniel quick to follow. "Strip." Was all she said when the brit reached the bed, and as he said he would, Lando listened. He made quick work of the buttons on his shirt, although struggling to begin with. As he reached the final button he looked up, eyes met with the sight of them kissing; Daniel's hands roamed over her slowly, first groping her ass shamelessly, before working his way up her spine, dancing over every vertebrae. Her hands rested on his jaw, almost as if she was pulling him in as close as possible. Lando was getting harder by the second, to the point it was almost painful. "Lando...Come take the dress off her." Daniel spoke in an almost condescending tone, and he knows it should not be as attractive as it is. Lando almost rushed over, pulling her hair out of the way before slowly sliding the zip down. She let the dress fall as she turned, looking at the desperate man before her. "I thought you said you were going to do everything I said. It seems you've decided to go back on your word already." She said shaking her head. Lando was confused for a moment, until he looked down, he only managed to take his shirt off, not the trousers. "So how are you going to punish him Darling?" Daniel asked, hands now resting on her hips, he pulled her back slightly, so her ass was resting against his hardening cock. "I think, since it was his first mistake, we go easy." She started, looking back at her boyfriend. Lando was slightly relieved until he heard her voice once more, "You don't get to cum. Not until you've made me and Daniel cum with your mouth. It's only fair since you can't follow simple instructions." She glanced back at Daniel and was pleased with the small nod from him. She knew she couldn't go too hard as didn't know what he could handle. Lando on the other hand didn't think he could cope any longer. His left hand could only get him off so much. He wanted to feel someone else, that's what he needed. So having that taken away from him was devastating. 

She moved towards the bed and sat at the edge, looking Lando in the eyes as she spoke. "Come here." She beckoned him over. The brit was quick to drop to his knees as he spread her legs further apart. He knew it wouldn't take him long to make her cum. That had almost become his specialty. Lando preferred to have multiple rounds so keeping foreplay as short as possible was almost a necessity for him, yet he still needed her well prepared. "Go on." Daniel whispered in his ear, pushing his head down lightly. Lando licked a long stripe up her cunt, looking up to see her reaction briefly. He wasn't told what she actually like so he wanted to find out as quick as possible. He first started by applying a light pressure with his tongue, circling slowly. He didn't even get so much as a gasp. As he began to lick up and down at a faster rate he let his thoughts come back.

 "A little faster." Daniel whispered again, feeling a little sorry for his friend. The Australian's hand travelled down from Lando's abs down to his cock, squeezing lightly, he could feel it throb in his hands. Lando moaned into her cunt, temporarily losing control of himself. He soon felt her leg over his shoulder, pulling his body closer to hers, and was quickly brought back to reality. He laid his tongue flat on her clit and shook his head side to side, conscious of the speed he was doing so, almost thankful for Daniel's help. "That's it Lando, make me feel good." She moaned, head falling back slightly. If Daniel was still touching him, he was sure that he would have come, even with the smallest touch. Lando continued his relentless movements even as she closed her thighs around him. He groaned once more knowing it would push her over the edge. "Yes. Yes. Yes Lando, fuck." Her hands met the sheets in a desperate need to steady her self as white clouded her vision. Lando slowed the movement of his tongue, letting her ride out the orgasm. Her moans became quieter the lighter the pressure Lando applied. "So good for me." She whispered, looking down at him. Lando blushed at the praise as it sent a wave of pleasure through him. "Do you like when I tell you how good you are? How good you make me feel? Does it get you off?" She questioned, leaning forward with a smirk. Lando was almost struggling to get his words out, mind fuzzy as he tried to think of a way to say yes. He was quick to nod his head extraordinarily quick. 

"I think that was a yes Darling." Daniel stated, pulling Lando back by his hair. "Take em off." He demanded, letting Lando catch his breath, Daniel was also aware of how overwhelming this could be for his friend. The brits hands came up quick, unbuttoning Daniel's jeans before pulling them down. Lando was slightly more worried about this, not just because he knew it would take him longer but because there was a high chance of him choking. Lando didn't know how to approach this as he'd never sucked dick before. Sure he had plenty of blowjobs but he didn't know how to give them. "You'll get praise when you do something worthy of it." Daniel said, pushing Lando's head closer to his cock.

"You need to spit a little." Lando felt her hands on his shoulders as she spoke. She was doing exactly what her boyfriend was doing before, guiding him teasingly, and Lando was both thankful and resentful of it. Although this time it was more of the former. "Wrap your hand around him, just below the head. Yeah that's it." She whispered, fingers tangling in his hair as she pushed his head so his lips were almost kissing the tip of Daniel cock. "Go on. You said you'd do everything I said." Lando was not ready for what ever punishment she was prepared to give him if he didn't comply. After coating Daniel's cock with his spit, Lando began to rub his thumb over the tip, teasing slightly. After a few seconds he let his hand form a fist and began stroking up and down slowly, never quite reaching the base. "I thought she said get us off with your mouth." Daniel stated, looking down at Lando with a smirk, who's nerves were rising by the second. "I'm not going to blow him for you. Start by licking the underside and take the tip into your mouth." She instructed as she slid her hand up his back, resting it between his shoulder blades. "So good. Be careful, don't take him too deep." She was quick to pull Lando back, making sure to teach him properly. "Breathe though your nose Baby. Start slow." She said, pushing his hair out of his face. 

Lando did as she said, taking an inch at a time, mindful of not holding his breath. He began to bob his head at a slightly faster pace, taking another inch or two. "Good, so good for me Lando." Daniel muttered, watching his cock disappear into the brit's mouth. Lando moaned as he did before, sending vibrations through Daniel's cock. "Careful, watch your teeth." Lando just didn't know what to do, it was almost like the praise was overriding his brain. He wanted to make them feel good, he wanted to see them cum but he wanted to be praised, he wanted to be told what to do. He was getting close, feeling her hands on his skin wasn't helping. Her fingers were tracing over every divot and it was driving him insane, so much so that his trousers were becoming impossibly tight. Lando almost pulled off fully before swallowing around the tip. "Fuck Lando, sure you haven't done this before?" Daniel gasped, hand now resting on Lando's head. He pulled off with a pop, gasping for air. "Promise I haven't...Please, hurts so much." He groaned, chest rising and falling quickly. "Not yet, you need to make me cum first." The Australian said, hand coming down to his face, rubbing the spit off of Lando's jaw. "Be good and you get to cum." Lando was quick to bring his mouth back to Daniel's cock, sucking the best he could as he began to bob his head again. In the meantime, her hands left his back and came down to his front, unbuttoning his trousers. She squeezed him rather tightly before undoing the zip. Lando moaned feeling the limited release of his cock, Daniel threw his head back in pleasure as he felt the vibration. "Focus on the head Lando, he's very close." She demanded, kissing and biting his neck, leaving distinct marks. Daniel came down his throat quickly, taking Lando off guard, who pulled away, attempting to catch his breath again. 

"You didn't have to swallow." Daniel stated, pulling Lando up from the ground. "I didn't have much choice." Lando whined, face contorted into disgust. "Don't get bratty, I'll leave you high and dry." He threatened looking towards his girlfriend with a large smile adorning his face. "I won't. Promise. Please, I need to cum so bad." He said, giving his best pleading eyes. Daniel's hands made contact with his skin before he pulled the remainder of Lando's clothes off. "Get on the bed, I want you against the headboard."

"And you, come here." Daniel pulled her in, kissing her passionately, letting his hands roam her skin once again, squeezing her tits and hips every now and then. He guided her to the end of the bed, pushing her down, watching her tits bounce as her back made contact with the mattress. Daniel was quick to climb on top of her, sliding his hands down her abdomen. She didn't realise how turned on she actual was. Did watching Lando give her boyfriend head really arouse her that much? "Fuck, you are so wet Darling." Evidently so. Daniel wanted to tease her slightly, even if they were both in control of Lando, he was still the one telling her what to do. He grasped her thigh with one hands, pushing her legs further apart. His fingers circled her clit slowly, waiting for her tell tale gasp of pleasure. "Oh please." Lando whined behind them, pulling on his hair slightly. "You're not allowed to touch yourself Lando. You have to wait." Daniel muttered, pushing a finger into her cunt slowly. "But it's not fair, I made you both cum." He said, sitting up straight, desperately wanting them to touch him. "Don't be a brat." She said in a pointed tone, turning her head towards the brit. Her demand was followed by a loud moan as Daniel pushed a second finger in. "She needs to be preped properly, too hard to fit you're dick in otherwise." She quickly became bashful and covered her face as Daniel began pumping and scissoring his fingers. His other hand rose from her leg and came to rest on her neck, squeezing lightly.

 "That's enough Darling, I can see how much he needs you." Daniel said, smacking her ass as she made when to Lando. "Be good for me baby." She whispered, holding onto his shoulders as she straddled his lap. "Finally getting what you need." She lined his cock up with her cunt as she spoke. Lando's hands came to rest on her hips, squeezing lightly. "Don't touch." She chastised, taking him fully. Lando's cock was hitting places Daniel's usually didn't and it was intoxicating. The feeling of having complete control over someone was almost taking her over, she could finally understand why Daniel always preferred to be in charge, it was so thrilling. "Please, faster, need it so bad." Lando was already moaning uncontrollably, his eyes closed and head fallen back.  She obliged and began bouncing faster, hands covering the bite marks she made earlier, making him wince loudly. As she began rocking her hips Daniel spoke, "Open your eyes Lando, you need to see." He did as he was instructed and was immediately met with her blissed out face and it pulled a low moan from his mouth. "Lando, look at me. Give me you're hand. That's it, You can touch her with your other, make her cum." His left hand was enveloped in Daniels, while his right came down to her clit, rubbing slightly harsh circles. Lando wanted to feel her cum around him, and this was the fastest way to do it. At the same time, Daniel was guiding his friend's hand back to his cock. "Come on, jerk me off. You must be really good at it now." Lando was stunned for a moment, brain struggling to comprehend. There was just so much happening, the overwhelming feeling if her cunt, the sound of her moans and Daniel's demands, it was all so thrilling to the brit. Lando made a fist around Daniel's cock once again, this time stroking faster than before and focused more on the head. The Australian was mindful of the state his friend was in and lead closer, grabbing his cheek softly and kissed his lips slowly, he felt every moan that wanted to leave Lando's mouth, and it jus riled him up even more. 

"Fuck Lando, that's it, a bit harder." Every part of him was occupied yet he wanted them ton take more, he didn't want anything left. Daniel was edging closer the longer he watched the scene before him; His darling girlfriend ruining Lando. "I'm gonna cum, fuck keep going." At this point the only thing Lando could do was follow instructions Daniel painted their skin white as her moans grew louder, and Lando's grip harshened. "So good for me Lando. Fuck." He lengthened the last few syllables as he came down from his high. Daniel's hands made way to his girlfriend, resting on her back to keep her steady. Lando could feel her tightening around his as his hand on her clit was replaced with Daniel's, giving her what he knows she needed. "Take a break Lando, just enjoy the feeling of her cunt. You deserve it." Lando's hips bucked without warning meeting her bounces. "Oh Please, let me cum. Please, please please." Lando begged loudly, voice practically bouncing off the walls. Daniel began to guide her hips bringing Lando ever closer. "Cum Darling, I know you're close." The Australian whispered in her ear, giving her clit one last harsh smack before she began convulsing around Lando, no longer in control of her own body. Lando was quick to follow, cumming inside with a loud groan as his back arched slightly, eyes rolling to the back of his head. 

They were both seeing stars as Daniel forced them both to ride out their high, he slowed the guiding of her body and began to kiss her neck softly. The only sounds in the room was their heavy breathing as she climbed off of Lando. They laid on either side of the brit, just enjoying each others presence. As she began to slip out of the haze, she let her hands trail over Lando's skin, draw shapes with feather light touches. His body was still twitching from the immense pleasure of her cunt. "Thank you...So good." He could barely from a sentence, still so fucked out. "You were so good for us, you deserved it." She whispered into his neck, shocked with the bruises she left. 

They could tell just by the look on Lando's face that he was already on the verge of being overstimulated and decided that just one orgasm was enough for now, especially with the amount of cum still spilling out of her cunt. "When was the last time you even came?" Daniel questioned, rubbing his thumb over Lando's forehead, brushing away the messy curls. "I don't...Know." He rushed out between heavy breaths. "It's been months since I been with anyone, and a while since I jacked off. Maybe a few weeks, could be a month...I really don't know." He said, turning his head so it was buried in her neck. A blush began rising to his face when he realised what he admitted. "So you really needed someone else to get you off huh. Interesting." Daniel said with an almost teasing tone. "It's a good thing we could help you then." She whispered into his hair. "And I think, we'd be more than willing to help you again."

This took me way too long to write as I clearly went a little overboard in the build up. I hope you enjoyed.

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The Fan (Dando x reader)

Not proofread read at your own risk.

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In the heart of Monza, the Italian Grand Prix buzzed with excitement. The McLaren F1 team, led by their star drivers Lando Norris and Daniel Ricciardo, was having a meet-and-greet session with fans. Among them was a devoted fan, you, eagerly waiting to meet your racing idols.

As the line slowly moved forward, you clutched a custom-made McLaren cap and a poster, hoping for a chance to exchange a few words with Lando and Daniel. Finally, it was your turn. Lando, with his signature bright smile, greeted you first.

"Hey there! Thanks for coming out, really appreciate the support. What's your name?" You introduced yourself, feeling a mix of nerves and excitement. Lando signed your cap and the poster, engaging in a quick conversation about the thrilling race weekend.Meanwhile, Daniel, with his infectious grin, joined in.

"G'day! How are you enjoying the race so far?" You shared your enthusiasm for the event, and Daniel, always up for a good time, cracked a joke, lightening the atmosphere. He signed your merchandise and engaged in a playful banter with Lando.

Suddenly, an announcement rang through the venue, signaling the end of the session. Disappointed that the interaction was coming to a close, you gathered your signed memorabilia. But Lando noticed your disappointment.

"Hey, before you go, would you like a quick photo?"With a nod, you posed between Lando and Daniel, the McLaren drivers wrapping their arms around you for the picture. The camera clicked, freezing the moment in time.

As you thanked them, Lando and Daniel exchanged a knowing glance. "Thanks for your support, really means a lot," Daniel said warmly."We'll catch you around," Lando added with a wink, the duo turning back to greet the next fan in line.

Walking away from the encounter, you couldn't stop smiling, reliving the brief but unforgettable interaction. The thrill of meeting your racing idols lingered, making the Grand Prix experience even more memorable. The passion and warmth of the McLaren drivers had made your day - a tale to share and cherish.

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The vibrant Monza paddock buzzed with the post-meet-and-greet energy. Lando and Daniel, walking back to their motorhome, couldn't help but gush about their interaction with you, the fan who had left an indelible mark on them.

"Lando, mate, wasn't she just the loveliest fan we've met?" Daniel grinned, recalling the genuine enthusiasm in your eyes.

"She was, wasn't she? So sweet and passionate about the sport," Lando replied, his signature smile widening. "And did you see how excited she was to be here?"

"Yeah, and she was genuinely interested in what we had to say. It's refreshing," Daniel chimed in. The duo continued chatting about your enthusiasm, your smile, and the brief moments they shared with you. Both drivers found themselves drawn to your genuine appreciation for the sport and your warmth. "Imagine if all our fans were like her," Daniel mused, a touch of longing in his voice.Lando nodded.

"Yeah, it'd make these meet-and-greets even more fun." Later, during a casual chat with fellow drivers, Lando and Daniel couldn't help but bring up their encounter with you.

"Lads, we met this incredible fan today at the session," Daniel began, excitement evident in his voice.

"She was genuinely interested in our chat, so passionate about racing." Lando jumped in, "She made us feel like we were chatting with an old friend. It was awesome."The other drivers chuckled, but they couldn't miss the genuine admiration and a hint of fondness in the McLaren drivers' voices when speaking about you.

As the day wound down and the excitement of the race weekend continued, Lando and Daniel found themselves occasionally mentioning you in their conversations. There was something special about the way you had left an impression on them, a spark of genuine connection amidst the whirlwind of race events.

Unbeknownst to you, in the midst of their busy schedules, Lando and Daniel found themselves secretly hoping for another encounter with the remarkable fan whose infectious enthusiasm had left a lasting impact on them.

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Amidst the bustling paddock, you found yourself navigating the maze of team motorhomes and trailers. Eager to catch a glimpse of the drivers' activities, you took a wrong turn and ended up in an area you hadn't explored before. Unbeknownst to you, this path led you right into a space where the Red Bull, Ferrari, and Mercedes team motorhomes were adjacent to the McLaren setup.

As you wandered, engrossed in the sights, you turned a corner and suddenly collided with someone.

"Oops, sorry!" you exclaimed, steadying yourself after the accidental collision. Surprise flashed across your face as you realized the person you'd bumped into was none other than Lando Norris. Beside him stood Daniel Ricciardo, and to your shock, the Red Bull, Ferrari, and Mercedes drivers were gathered close by, engaged in a discussion. Lando and Daniel, momentarily taken aback by the unexpected encounter, quickly recovered, their cheeks flushing slightly upon seeing you.

"Hey, it's you! What are you doing here?" Lando asked with a mixture of surprise and delight. The other drivers, catching the commotion, turned their attention to the unfolding scene. Max Verstappen, Charles Leclerc, Lewis Hamilton, and the others exchanged amused glances, realizing the McLaren drivers' evident surprise and blushes upon seeing you again.

"Ah, the mystery fan!" Max exclaimed with a grin, recognizing you from their earlier conversation.Charles chimed in,

"Seems like our McLaren friends have found someone special here." While Lando and Daniel tried to maintain composure, their subtle blushes betrayed their emotions.

"Yeah, we, uh, just got lost," Daniel chuckled, attempting to ease the moment. Amid the laughter and friendly banter among the drivers, you found yourself at the center of attention, feeling a mix of embarrassment and amusement at the unexpected reunion.The McLaren drivers, in the midst of the light-hearted teasing, couldn't help but steal glances at you, their earlier fondness for you now amplified by this unexpected encounter.As the moment passed and the drivers resumed their conversations, Lando and Daniel exchanged a quick, bashful glance, their hearts racing a bit faster at the serendipitous meeting.

The memory of this accidental reunion lingered, leaving a subtle but sweet sensation in the air - a moment that would be remembered by all, adding a touch of unexpected joy to an already thrilling race week.

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The day after the unexpected encounter in the paddock, you received an unexpected message from Lando and Daniel. The McLaren drivers had extended an invitation to join them for dinner at Lando's place, wanting to continue the conversation and share more stories about racing and their experiences.

Excited and flattered, you arrived at Lando's place, greeted warmly by the two drivers. The evening kicked off with stories, banter, and laughter. As the night progressed, the teasing between the McLaren drivers and their subtle hints about their feelings for you were interlaced with jokes and playful banter.

"So, have you found your way around without getting lost today?" Daniel teased with a grin, recalling your accidental encounter the day before.

Lando chimed in, "Yeah, we were worried you might end up in the Ferrari garage this time!" Amid the playful banter, both drivers kept dropping subtle hints about their interest, but you, immersed in the joy of the evening and their racing anecdotes, remained oblivious to their hints.

"It's really cool hanging out with you guys," you commented, sipping on the drink Lando had offered.

"Yeah, it's always fun when you're around," Lando replied, a shy smile playing on his lips.

Daniel added, "We've been talking about how passionate you are about the races. It's contagious, in a good way." The night rolled on with more stories, laughter, and moments that only strengthened the connection between you and the McLaren drivers. They couldn't help but steal glances at you, trying to convey their feelings through subtle hints and playful banter, hoping you'd catch on.

As the dinner wrapped up and you bid farewell, a sense of warmth lingered in the air. The McLaren drivers exchanged knowing glances, hoping that their subtle hints might eventually resonate and that you'd realize there might be more than just admiration for the sport in their interactions with you. As you left, the McLaren drivers couldn't help but wonder if their feelings might someday find a way to be expressed more explicitly, hoping for another chance to connect with you beyond the racetrack banter.

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The night seemed to stretch its arms, and as you bid the McLaren drivers goodbye and stepped outside, you realized a predicament - your car was out of fuel. Frustration gnawed at you, but before you could ponder a solution, Lando and Daniel hurried after you, concerned.

"Hey, what's up? Car trouble?" Lando asked, his concern evident.

"Yeah, I'm out of fuel, and it's late to find a gas station now," you replied, feeling a mix of embarrassment and inconvenience.

Daniel grinned. "No worries. Stay here for the night. We've got a spare room, and we'll figure out the car in the morning."

Gratefully accepting their offer, you found yourself in Lando's spare room. The McLaren drivers, with their ever-friendly demeanor, insisted you borrow some of their clothes for the night, assuring you that the morning would bring a solution to your car situation. In their oversized shirts and sweatpants, you felt a strange sense of comfort, the subtle scent of their cologne adding a touch of their presence around you. The night passed with moments of reflection and a strange sense of being at ease in their clothes, almost as if you'd found a peculiar sense of belonging.

The next morning, the aroma of breakfast wafted through the house. As you emerged from the spare room, you found Lando and Daniel in the kitchen, flipping pancakes and preparing a feast.

"Morning! We thought we'd make you a big breakfast before sorting out your car," Lando beamed, a hint of pride in his voice.

"You didn't have to," you replied, touched by their hospitality.

"We wanted to. Plus, it's our way of saying thanks for making last night more fun," Daniel added, a smile lighting up his face. As you sat down for breakfast, the morning sun streaming through the windows, the warmth of the McLaren drivers' gestures and their thoughtfulness seeped in. You couldn't help but feel a growing fondness for the duo, their kindness and genuine care leaving a mark on you.

Amidst the laughter and the shared meal, the McLaren drivers exchanged glances, silently reveling in seeing you comfortable in their clothes and enjoying the breakfast they prepared. They found themselves drawn to the sight of you in their attire, sharing a fleeting yet intimate moment of domesticity. As the morning unfolded, the bond between you and the McLaren drivers deepened, the unspoken connections growing stronger with each passing moment.

The memory of the unexpected night and the shared morning would linger as a beautiful and unexpected chapter in your interaction with Lando and Daniel.

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She’s WHOSE daughter??? || LN4

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lando norris x webber!reader

summary: During a trip to Daniel’s farm house, you find an unexpected visitor standing in your best friend’s backyard

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Part 2

"So glad you could make it!", Danny called and wrapped you into a hug as soon as he opened the front door. "You know I love it here!", you laughed and stepped into his home in Perth, Australia.

It was Monday before the Australian Grand Prix and Daniel had invited you to spend a few days at his farm before flying across the country to Melbourne.

You spotted an unfamiliar pair of shoes next to Daniel‘s million others but didn’t think much of it. Maybe he bought another pair.

"Daniel, tell me again where the- oh hi", you heard a familiar british accent, one that you have missed over the last three long weeks since Bahrain and turned around to find a dripping wet and shirtless Lando in the glass door that led out to the backyard. His curls were dripping shining droplets of water onto his defined and tanned chest from which you couldn’t teat your eyes away.

"The towels are in the drawer, mate", Daniel spoke, snapping you out of your trance. "Thanks", Lando mumbled but didn’t move from his place.

You all stood there in silence for a few seconds before you cleared your throat. "I… uh- I-I‘ll go to my room", you stuttered, taking the suitcase and quickly making your way up the marble stairs.

"Why didn’t you tell me she was coming?", you heard Lando hiss. "Why would you have wanted me to?", Daniel asked nonchalant, and you knew you shouldn’t eavesdrop but you couldn’t help it, wanting to know Lando‘s response. "I- I don’t know", he stuttered defensively before tapping over to the drawer to get himself a towel.

Truth was, his small crush on you grew over the last couple of weeks. He followed your every move on Instagram and Twitter, even scrolling down to pictures from 2016, finding a few of you and baby Oscar during his Formula 3 career or little you in Daniel‘s Red Bull from 2017. He‘s probably memorized your highlights at this point.

Adding to that he asked Pietra for her advice on your best songs and your discography has been on repeat for three weeks straight.

You put your suitcase next to your bed and plopped down on it, only now noticing your racing heart.

During your deep dive through Lando’s Instagram account, you obviously had seen a few pictures of him shirtless, the one from Bahrain being the set of pictures you were hung up on the most, even saving one of them. But jeez… none of those pictures did the live picture justice!

You opened your eyes and took a deep breath before rummaging around your suitcase to find the black bikini you had packed for your trip.

You put it on and took your towel, phone and sunglasses and made your way downstairs. Lando and Daniel sat by the pool on two sun beds, playing some sort of card game. Both were shirtless and had matching bucket hats on their curls. You chuckled at the sight and placed your towel on the third sun bed.

Lando looked up from the game and subtly looked you over, his eyes lingering at your pushed up breast, that were barely covered by the tight black bikini top, a little longer than appropriate but you couldn’t find yourself caring. The opposite actually, the little hesitation brought a smirk to your face.

You lay down on your stomach on the sun bed and closed your eyes. "If I fall asleep, please put some sunscreen on my back in an hour or two", you mumbled, getting a hum from both boys next to you.

You couldn’t even begin to explain how much you have missed the Australian sun.

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You didn’t even notice you fell asleep until you were woken up by a pair of warm hands rubbing your back. Guess the flight has been more exhausting than you thought.

You lifted your head up slightly, still a little dazed from the sleep. "Heyy, good morning", a soft british accent spoke over you.

Lando.

Then you started noticing a few other things around you. For example your hair that was wrapped in a loose bun, one that you definitely didn’t do yourself.

"I put your hair up so it wouldn’t stick on the sunscreen", he said, almost as if he had read your thoughts. "Thanks", you mumbled, then you frowned. "How did you-"

"I have two younger sisters, so I know a little about hair styles", Lando chuckled and kneaded your shoulders while rubbing in the sunscreen. The small action made you groan a little. "Feels good", you muttered.

"I can tell", he spoke and you could hear the smirk on his face, so you kicked your leg up to hit his back. "Owh", he let out and broke out in laughter after. You couldn’t help but join in as well and pushed yourself up on your elbows to look around you.

You noticed the missing sunglasses on your face when squinting to see against the setting sun but quickly found them on the table next to you.

"Daniel is getting the grill ready and Heidi has just arrived a few minutes ago", Lando told you and you turned your head to meet his eyes. But got quickly distracted by his tanned chest. Your eyes flickering down and stayed there for a second longer than necessary, before looking back up into his green eyes and only now realizing how close your faces were to each other.

His gaze flickered down to your lips before finding your eyes again.

"Hey dipshit, dinner is almost ready!", Daniel called from the path between the pool section and the little hut with a fire place. "We’ll be there in a second!", Lando called back, not tearing his eyes away from yours.

Your eyes darted down to his plumb lips. "We probably should…", you whispered, letting your sentence uncompleted. Lando nodded but still kept his gaze you. "Yeah, we probably should", he agreed.

The two of you kept each other gaze for a few seconds longer before looking down at the same time and clearing your throats. You grabbed your black shorts and quickly put them over your bikini bottoms, feeling your heart beating fast in your chest and a small throbbing in your lower region. A quick stolen glance at Lando told you, your interaction also left its mark on him.

He cleared his throat another time before standing up and grabbing a baby blue loose dress shirt to put over his shoulders, leaving the buttons undone.

Together you made your way over to the fireplace, where you found Heidi and Daniel next to a bluetooth box that played relaxing music.

"Hey, honey!!", Heidi called and immediately came over to hug you. You smiled and wrapped your arms around the girl who has been like an older sister to you for the longest time.

"It’s so good to see you again!", she smiled and pushed a few strands of hair behind your ear. "Your hair has gotten so long!" You laughed and sat down at the set table.

Daniel looked at Lando with a knowing smirk, whereupon Lando rammed his elbow into the older guy’s ribs.

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As the night came, the temperatures got chilly, even in Australia. You shivered a little even if the fire spent a little warmth.

"You cold?", Lando muttered, leaning over the armrest of his chair. You looked over at him, getting lost for a second in the way half of his face was light up by the fire light.

You hummed and wrapped your arms tighter around yourself.

"Take my hoodie", he suggested, pulling the lavender colored hoodie from his chair. "Thanks", you smiled.

From the corner of your eyes you saw how Daniel gave you a rather knowing glance but you chose to ignore it.

That was until he didn’t give you another option.

"Y/n, you wanna come and help me inside?", he asked but it sounded more like a demand. You nodded and stood up from your seat before following Daniel inside.

All while Lando’s eyes never left you.

Daniel was waiting for you by the kitchen counter. "What are you doing?", he wanted to know. You shrugged, knowing exactly what he was talking about.

"He’s cute", you simply replied.

"You know I love you like my little sister but Lando’s one of my best mates. And I already know that he’s got quite the crush on you, it’s fairly obvious so I gotta make sure that this is coming from your side as well and isn’t some sort of joke flirting", the australian explained.

You crossed your arms in front of your chest. "It’s not, I really do think he’s cute", you nodded.

"Does he know who your dad is?", Daniel pressed further, knowing this was some sort of make-or-break question to you.

Given the history of boyfriends you’ve had and loads of your early ones, always dating you for your father, you’ve started to not tell people about your father. Not until you were sure, they were here for you.

Your silence gave Daniel his answer.

"If you like him, why didn’t you then?", he wanted to know. "Because I want to get to know him before! I met him once three weeks ago, do you expect me to just go like "Hi, I’m Y/n, nice to meet you. By the way I’m Mark Webber’s daughter"?? I haven’t exactly spent a lot of time with him", you muttered.

"Just… don’t lead him on. I haven’t seen him this nervous over a girl in a long time", Daniel sighed and opened his arms. "C’mere."

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Even though the night got very late, you were up incredibly early the next day, still having to adjust to the eastern australian timezone.

As quietly as possible you walked down the stairs to the kitchen, wearing a pair of jogging shorts and Lando’s hoodie from the previous night which was incredibly comfortable and even smelled like him.

You grabbed yourself a glass of water and sat down crisscrossed on a patio chair.

The morning was still a little fresh, the sun just barely leaking out from the horizon.

"Bit early, isn’t it?", a british accent spoke from behind you. You smiled before turning around to meet Lando’s sleepy eyes.

He stood in the doorway, long gray joggers and a black hoodie, similar to the one you were wearing. His curls were a mess on top of his head as he ruffled through them.

"I could say the same to you", you countered, making the boy smile. "I couldn’t sleep, still adjusting to the timezone", he told you, sitting down on the chair next to you.

You nodded in agreement. "Me too."

For a moment you sat in silence, both looking at the sunrise in front of you.

"You wanna go for a walk at the beach?", Lando suggested after a few minutes, looking over at you.

You considered your options for a second but didn’t see a reason not to, so you nodded and stood up.

You put your glass on the table and your phone in the hoodie pocket.

Together you took the small path that directly led from Daniel’s backyard to the beach.

"Nice hoodie by the way", Lando smirked, tugging at your sleeves. "Thanks, some random guy gave it to me last night", you replied with a giggle. "And you just take stuff from random dudes?", Lando faked a shocked tone. "Nah, only if they are cute", you smiled, making Lando go a little shy as he looked down with a smile.

When the you reached the beach, you stopped in your tracks. Closing your eyes and enjoying the breeze of the ocean.

"I’ve missed this", you muttered, taking a deep breath before opening your eyes to find Lando looking at you. "Los Angeles just isn’t quite the same."

"You said you grew up between LA and Canberra", Lando stated, whereupon you nodded. "How did you meet Oscar then? Because as far as I know he’s spent most of his teens in England. Or Daniel, who’s from the other side of the country", he asked.

"Well, Daniel I met through Red Bull. My dad used to work for them", you replied, careful as not to reveal too much. "At base?"

"Something like this, yeah."

"He’s been like an older brother to me for the longest time but Oscar being closer to me in age, resulted in us turning out like twins", you chuckled.

Lando felt a sting of jealousy when you talked about his teammate like that, knowing he had close to zero rights to feel this way but still.

"Anyway, I met him in the paddock a few years ago and we’ve been friends ever since", you concluded.

"And you’ve been into racing because of your dad?", he asked. You nodded but didn’t clarify further but instead grabbed his hand and dragged him to the ocean.

"Cmon, let’s go in", you called. "Go in??", Lando protested but let you drag him closer to the water. "It’s Australia, it’s warm", you giggled and kicked off your shoes off your feet. You let go of Lando’s hand and entered the water ankle-deep.

You looked back to see Lando taking off his shoes as well as his hoodie, leaving him in a white shirt. Then he carefully tapped the water before walking to you.

"Nice, huh?", you smiled against the rising sun, closing your eyes for a second.

Cold water splashing your back made you scream and open them again. You turned around to find Lando with a devilish grin looking at you. "Lando!!", you called and splashed the water back at him.

In only a few seconds it turned into a water war, both your clothes turning darker from the water splashes on them. Your eyes stopped at Lando’s torso, the water turning his white shirt see through. And you weren’t ashamed to admit that his defined abs distracted you just more than a little bit.

Lando used your little moment of distraction to launch himself at you and throw both of you down into the water completely. You gasped for air, his arms still wrapped around your body and you hair falling in wet strands on your face.

"Idiot!", you called, pushing your hair back to see Lando grin at you. His adorable smile, paired with the wetness of his curls made you smile as well. You put your hand on his neck, slowly pulling him closer to you.

A drop of water falling from his opened lips, mesmerizing you completely. Lando’s eyes searched yours, asking for permission to go ahead. You glance back down to his lips before nodding slightly.

Only seconds later, his lips touched yours in a gentle kiss. Your fingers went through his wet hair and pulled at the end.

His lips on yours felt like fire, and you wanted more.

You wrapped your legs around his waist, his hand holding your thigh as his other squeezed your waist. His lips slowly traveled along your jaw, making you lean your head to the side to give him more space.

You let out a little moan when he gently sucked on the spot under your ear and felt his lips curl into a smirk. Lando pulled back to look at you, your fingers stroking his neck.

You giggled slightly and leaned your forehead against his, closing your eyes for a second.

This is what happiness feels like, you thought.

📍Perth, Australia

tagged: landonorris, danielricciardo, heidiberger

yn.adams: Perth for the week

comments:

landonorris: Oh, what a pretty sunrise

> yn.adams: U think?

danielricciardo: When was that first picture taken???

> yn.adams: Today morning at about 5:30am while u were peacefully sleeping

> fan: Wait so if Daniel didn’t take that picture does that mean it was Lando???

oscarpiastri: 🤨

> fan: Oscar’s NOT a fan of this new friendship LMAO

fan: The boyfriend vibes are MAJOR on that last picture

fan: Since when are her and Lando friends???

fan: Okay but Yn and Lando would be crazy!!

> fan: I ship it, 100%

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📍Perth, Australia

tagged: yn.adams

landonorris: She can sing and drive

comments:

yn.adams: 2:1 for me, u can only drive

> landonorris: 🥲

> fan: LMAOOO Yn roasting Lando hahahahh

oscarpiastri: yn.adams TEXT ME NOW!!

> fan: Poor guy’s feeling left out fr

fan: Is this a soft launch mr. norriz?

> fan: wdym "soft" HE TAGGED HER!!!

fan: The sunrise…

> fan: Nah u guys don’t understand the significance of that sunrise!!

fan: Lando and Yn posting pictures of sunrises… A picture of Yn that Daniel didn’t take…

> fan: New paddock couple alert??

fan: Lando letting someone else drive and playing passenger princess???

fan: Who even is she?

fan: Does she even know what F1 is?

> fan: LMAOO

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[adventuringblind]

Cutting Tensions

Daniel Ricciardo x Reader x Max Verstappen x Lando Norris

Dialouge prompt: "The deal was that if I won, you'd all have your way with me."

Genre: SMUT

Summary: Reader wins a bet and spicy things ensue

Warnings: Filthy, PinV sex, implied anal, oral, fingering, thigh riding, degradation, praise, under negotiated BDSM, dom/sub,

Notes: I'm back from the dead! Finished my bachelor's degree today and move on to my masters in January! How do we celebrate? Smut. This is filthy and part of my 1000 follower event. Requests will close at the beginning of January. If you'd like to participate, click on the link :)

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Minors DNI please

She's more observant than the boys give her credit for. They aren't being subtle or even smooth, for that matter.

Daniel flirts openly with her every chance he gets. Max is always trying to spend time with her both inside and outside the paddock. Lando is very handsy at the most inconvenient times. While they are busy oggling at her, they have failed to notice the longing looks that pass between the three of them. She's getting sick of it, really. Macho men who are fighting over her don't have the balls to admit they are also trying to show off to each other.

She's hit the breaking point and has decided to do something about it. And, if everything goes according to plan, they will have a lovely night and hopefully some realization of feelings while they're at it.

She'd managed to place the car on pole for the race tomorrow. Her odds of actually turning it into a win look good so far. She takes her phone out and sends a quick message to the boys.

'If any of you three win tomorrow, I'll spend the night with you. But if I win the you three take me at the same time. Deal?'

A course of enthusiastic replies cause her phone to explode. They really are the most oblivious boys she knows at times.

Just as she'd hoped, she stands on the top step of the podium. Drenched in champaign with adrenaline coursing through her veins. Max is a step below looking at her knowingly.

The anticipation builds over the course of debriefs and media work. The interviews take hours and she want to throw the microphone at the journalists who constantly ask her about being a female in formula 1. The same question they have asked over the entire course of her career.

She runs into the three boys looking at each other awkwardly. Max flashes the keys to his car and she feels her shoulders intense knowing escape is near.

"Your hotel room I'm assuming?" Daniel throes her a playful smile.

"Well, unlike the three of you, I'm pretty sure I cleaned before I left." She throws as they walk towards Max's car.

The rest of the trip back is filled with playful and teasing Comments. Daniel is the least petrified of the three boys and even leaves a few lingering touches along her thighs.

They toss their stuff into random corners of the room. It's not like it's massive, but she knows they'll find a way to make it work. Unless they decided to stare at her all night instead of doing anything.

She faces them and huffs. Daniel looking a little more amused then the other two at it.

"The deal was-" She puts her hands on her hips. "-That if I won, you'd all have your way with me."

Daniel finally takes the initiative and slams his lips onto hers. It's wet and hot. She can't help but moan into his mouth at the sensation. His fingers hook into the belt loop of her jeans to pull her closer. "You mean like this, darlin?" She just moans back in agreement.

Daniel pulls back, leaving her to whine in anticipation. He yanks on Max's wrist to pull him into the mix. The Dutch looks both helpless and surprised, and his lips land on Daniel's. The Australian slides Max into his place. He looks sufficiently warmed up now and in his element.

He places kisses everywhere along her neck and jaw line. His hands wrestle with her clothes until she's exposed and the feeling of the duvet is beneath her; flush against her skin.

She feels small beneath him. Max's hands groping at her like she'll fly away. Her hips already blossoming with dark marks.

His lips leave her for a second as he throws his shirt off. Her hands fly to belt around his waist. It's messy, but he's left in his boxers eventually.

On the other side of the bed, Lando was clueless. Despite his show of confidence, he was prepared for it to either be just him or not at all. Not to say that he doubted her skills. No, he doubts himself. Didn't mentally prepare for this outcome.

Daniel takes the initiative with him just like he'd done Max. Daniel curls his fingers around Lando's waist and hesitantly leans closer. It's enough that Lando has time to back out if he wants, but he doesn't. He hates admitting it; that he wants this desperately. He also just wants to be good, and that usually comes with experience. Something he doesn't have in this scenario.

His thoughts come to a screeching halt when Daniel's lips land on his. It's much softer than he'd seen with the other two.

It lasts for a measly minute until Lando's body is being manhandled onto the bed. Litgerally thrown onto it like he weighs nothing more than a sack of potatoes. He doesn't do any of the work aside from lay there in sheer cluelessness.

Everyone if fumbling out of their clothes. It's frantic and animalistic now, but he's definitely turned on at the sight of it. Yeah... this is definitely what he wanted.

She is going to explode. Max's tongue has found her ripples, and his hands are pressed into her back to keep her close. His thigh sits between her legs up against her core. She grinds her lower half against Max's skin. Her moans come out as high-pitched whine as the stimulates become too much.

Max releases his tongue from her and takes over, moving her hips for her. "You like that baby? You're leaking all over my thigh, so you must."

She's about to hit that point when Max throws her off him. He loses his boxers in record time and slips on one of the many condoms sitting on the bedside table.

Her and Lando lay in opposite directions. Enough for her to land her lips on his and her hands to make contact with his skin. The Brit is whining loudly at something. The beginnings of tears prick at his eyes. Daniel is running hands up and down Lando's sides, occasionally brusing against her own.

It feels like seconds of peace before Max is slamming into her. He throws her leg over his shoulder and hits the same place every time. Hips snaping so hard the sound echoes in the room. Her hands immediately find some kind of hold on his arms. Behind her, Daniel is praising both of them. "You two look so good. Look at how she's falling apart underneath you, Maxy."

Lando's cries and incoherent babbling are also increasing. It's messy and the heat of the room is already causing her skin to become slick with sweat.

"Can you two manage coming at the same time? Can you do that for us?" She's pretty sure she could come undone any second now. Max's pace hasn't faltered. If he continues, she's going to combust.

Max is whispering praises in her ear. Landos hand grips whatever it can of her body. Frantic moans and flailing limbs come with crashes of endorphins. It's blissful. Max draws it out until he finishes and collapses on top of her.

There is no reprieve for her and Lando. Daniel is a puppet master and both of them are merely on strings being moved to his will.

She ends up on top of him. Neither she nor Lando move. Their skin is plastered together as she buries her nose in the crook of his neck.

Daniel is moving her up and down in rough motions. His grip is changing in strength every few seconds as Max is somewhere out of sight sucking off the Australian.

He's directing Lando on where he wants the Brits hands on her. Eventually coming to the point he isn't holding onto her at all. It's Lando guiding her body. His hips buck into her, but it isn't like Max. Lando tries different things. Enough to startle her into a second orgasm when he begins to hammer up into her relentlessly. He has her begging for it this time.

Daniel and Max find both them at the top of the bed. They whisper things at them. Max is praising on one side while Daniel degrads on the other.

She is putty in their hands. Molded to their will. Swimming in the bliss of their attention.

"My turn." Daniel growls at her. He moves them all again. Her body is swiftly turned to where she can clearly see Daniel's eyes wide with something primal. "Need your mouth baby. Are you okay with that? Can I fuck your throat?" She responds by simply throwing her mouth open and sticking out her tongue. "Dirty."

The smirk on his lips disappears as his cock slides down the back of her throat. She can helpless to do anything except let her mouth be used.

Max is back between her thighs. This time with a tongue on her clit and three fingers moving inside her in such a way that she sees white. Occasionally she hears Max pull away to praise Lando who is out of her sight. Whatever he's doing is working as Max's movments begin to randomly falter.

Daniel is wiping away the stray tears that are sliding down her cheeks. She's coughing and gagging but the ecstasy is to overpowering for her to think to much about it. "Such a good girl." He coos after a particularly nasty cough.

He warns her about five seconds before he finishes. On last slam into her mouth and he's spilling into her throat. Far enough back that it hardly touches her tongue.

He holds her there as Max brings her over the edge again. His hands pin her wrists as she frantically tries to pull him closer or push him away, she's not sure which is happening.

She's still riding the high, Daniel barely out of her mouth when Lando pops back onto the bed sputtering and wiping his mouth. "That - was amazing." His chest falls heavily as he regains his breath.

Her body won't move. It's exhausted. Every last ounce of energy spent. Everything feels sticky. Lingering electric pulses stem from the soft touchs of Daniel and Max.

"You did so good, loves." Plural, meaning with her and Lando. She's curious what she'd missed while wrapped up in her own pleasure.

"Cuddles?" Lando squeaks.

There are a few chuckles and a denial. "Bath and water first."

It's much softer then she'd anticipated. Max and Daniel don't get in the bath with her and Lando, but the sit on the edge and keep them company. Just chatting like this is a normal Sunday nightm

The bed is really to small for four people, but they make it work. They fall asleep tangled together. Limbs tossed in all sorts of directions and phones still on silent.

She wakes up first and orders breakfast. Foods that she knows are trainer approved across the board.

She's lost in her own thoughts. So much so that she doesn't notice the three boys beginning to wake. Not until a set of arms wraps around her waist.

"How long did you know for?" Asks Daniel from right behind her. The other two boys still wrapped in each other but eyeing her intently.

"A year now."

Lando sits upright "You set us up?!"

"The way I see it, we all got a good fuck out of this and feeling have come to light." She shrugs.

"So-" Max sounds unsure of himself. The anxiety seeping through just the tiniest bit. "-Are we going to keep doing this?"

"I was thinking a proper date might be next up." Lando nods in agreement at her proposal.

Daniel's gein is magnificent. He scans the three of them, pondering what to say next. "Alright, a date it is then."

[danieldrivesfast]

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[theemporium]

Lando Norris didn’t mean to fall in love with his teammate, or his teammate’s girlfriend for that matter.

He tried to pretend like it wasn’t happening. He tried to ignore the signs his own body was giving when he was around them, the fluttering in his stomach or the increase in his heartbeat. He tried to ignore the very insistent voice in the back of his head that warned him about the consequences of his feelings. He tried to ignore anything and everything that would cause him a problem because he was not ready to face it. 

He idolised Daniel. He watched Daniel racing when he was growing up. He looked up to Daniel like a mentor. 

He shouldn’t be having these feelings for someone who looked at him like a mentee, that treated him like a friend and a protege. And he tried to fight the guilt he was feeling, but it wasn’t enough to drown out the very simple fact that he was falling for his idol. 

And that guilt grew tenfold when Lando met you. 

You were perfect for Daniel. You complimented him well. You were sweet and kind to the team. You were the picture perfect girlfriend, and you made a picture perfect couple with the Aussie. And when it came to the younger driver, you were nothing but caring and kind and Lando felt disgusted with himself that he was reading into your actions more than he should have. 

The way you would always check up on him after practices and races, always taking the time to listen to him ramble or rant. The way you would always hug him when you saw him, holding onto him tightly and a little longer than a friend ever would. The way you had probably caught him staring at Daniel far longer than he should have been, and yet you would only smile when his gaze caught yours. 

Lando felt like he was going out of his damn mind. He could barely wrap his head around the fact he was falling for one person, let alone two—let alone the fact they were both already a happy couple who were very much in love and would probably be weirded out by his feelings. 

Lando Norris was falling and he didn’t know how to stop it. 

But he never needed to. He never needed to because despite his observation of his own feelings, he failed to notice the way you and Daniel looked at him. He failed to notice the longing looks and the heated gazes and the shared whispers on the other side of the garage. 

He failed to notice but unlike Lando himself, you and Daniel weren’t scared to admit your feelings for the Brit.

“Fuck!”

“Shhhh,” you cooed softly, your fingers trailing down the side of his face. “You’re doing so well, baby. Doing so well for the both of us.” 

Lando let out a choked noise, his arms straining against the restraints that kept his hands locked onto the headboard. His chest heaved up and down in quick pants, the muscles in his stomach clenching softly as he felt a warm palm resting on his skin—one much bigger than yours. 

“Atta boy,” Daniel murmured, his eyes locked on the squirming Brit beneath him as his free hand slowly worked on slowly stroking his hard cock. “Don’t start hiding those pretty noises now, let us here ‘em.”

“Please,” Lando gasped out, his hips bucking up into his teammate’s hand. “Please. I-I promise I’ll be good. Just please—”

“We know, baby, we know,” you hummed, sharing a look with your boyfriend who grinned in response. “You’re such a good boy for us, Lando.” 

“Please let me see,” he cried out between soft, high-pitched whines. “I-I wanna see you, see you both.” Another moan left his lips. “Oh shit.”

“Not yet,” you said, your fingers brushing against his lips that parted instantly for you. “Don’t think you deserve it yet, baby.” 

“You could’ve had this,” Daniel told him, his thumb teasing the tip of his cock as the Brit let out a noise that made his own cock stir in his boxers. “But you were being a lil’ brat, you were hiding from us.”

“I didn’t mean to,” Lando breathed out, shaking his head but the blindfold around his head stayed firm. 

“We just gotta make sure you learn,” you cooed, leaning down to ghost your lips against his, only to smile a little when he let out a whimper as you pulled away. “Then we are gonna give you everything, baby. We are gonna take care of our good boy.”

Lando whined when he felt your hands move and the loss of your touch overwhelmed him. 

“You wanna come? You wanna see, baby?” Daniel’s lips were by his ear, warm breath fanning over his skin and it made him squirm.

Lando nodded. 

“Then you are gonna lie there like a good boy while I fuck my pretty girlfriend and you listen,” Daniel said in a soft but commanding voice. “You listen like you’ve been listening for months in the room next door when you thought neither of us knew.”

His lips parted but no words came out.

“And maybe,” Daniel continued, his hand laying gently on Lando’s neck as he squeezed gently. “I’ll let you come before she does. Now, you gonna be good and listen?” 

Lando nodded once again.

“Atta boy, Lando, so fucking good for us.”

.

[champagnesprays]

a snippet of my poly!chardando fic ft. charles and daniel making out

i've been working on this since october and it's still not done, but i'm almost at 3k (i’m very slow i know) so i thought i would post a little preview because i'm too excited tbh

the whole fic is essentially centered around a poly relationship between charles, daniel, lando and the reader, but this part only contains charles and daniel (chaniel? or lecciardo?) as they're just impatient little shits

so enjoy (hopefully) these almost 500 words of my lightweight brainrot (the heavy parts come later hehe) and don't hesitate to give me any feedback (my inbox is open for any thoughts and requests), it would be much appreciated, thank youu for reading!<33

...

“Na-uh,” he murmured and grabbed Charles by his waist, pulling him back and into his embrace. Charles was slightly taken aback by Daniel’s sudden actions, but not in a bad way. His heart skipped a beat at the closeness of his partner that he has been yearning so long for. Daniel’s left hand rested on Charles’ back firmly holding him against his chest, while his right hand snaked its way onto Charles’ neck, his thumb slowly stroking the Monegasque’s flushed cheek.

“You’re not going anywhere, I’ve missed you too much for that,” Daniel said in a hushed voice laced with need.

“I’ve missed you, too, Dan,” Charles replied slightly shyly and smiled, fondness visible in the way he looked at the Australian. He hooked his hands behind Daniel’s neck and run his fingers through the hair on the back of his head. When their lips finally met after weeks, Charles felt like his heart was going to explode and Daniel was buzzing with happiness. You watched them have their little moment, engulfed in their kiss, and pouted a little at the sight. You loved seeing your boys be so happy and in love. It would certainly be nice to join them, but instead you went to sit on the couch to give them some space; you’re going to have plenty of opportunities to shower them both in affection later. Daniel just happened to snatch Charles faster than you, which did not surprise you considering being fast was what he did for a living.

Even though you left to sit down, you were not immune to their smooching; the open kitchen was connected to the living room and you had a nice view of them from your spot. Charles moved his right hand from Daniel’s neck to his bicep, gently squeezing the muscle, which had him weak in the knees. Thankfully, Daniel was still supporting him with a hand around his waist, holding him as close as possible. His tongue traced Charles’ lower lip and then bit it and sucked on it a little bit, which made Charles moan. Their kiss became more heated and Daniel started to move slowly, pushing Charles’ back against the kitchen countertop. “Up,” Daniel huffed huskily and Charles obliged. With the help of his partner’s arm, he lifted himself on the countertop and parted his legs wide so Daniel could fit in. He leaned back into Daniel to kiss him again, gently caressing his cheeks. Daniel rubbed Charles’ bare thighs, since he was only in his boxers, slowly moving up to his waist and under his shirt, to explore all of that skin he’s been craving. Charles scooted closer to Daniel and hugged his torso with his legs, pressing his semi-hard cock to Danny’s stomach.

...

[lxndonorris]

steamy prompts #1

So, here are the ones requested;

"Close your eyes and count to ten. I have a surprise for you." - with Dando (Daniel Ricciardo and Lando Norris)

"This wasn't part of the plan, but I'm not complaining." -Dando (Daniel Ricciardo and Lando Norris)

"Why are you looking at me like that? Are you planning to kiss me?" - with Lando Norris x Reader

"Let's skip the small talk and get straight to what we both want." - with Lestappen (Max Verstappen and Charles Leclerc)

"The way you're staring is making it hard to concentrate." - Dando (Daniel Ricciardo and Lando Norris) - Logan Sargeant x Reader

"We should stop... but I don't want to..." - with Lando Norris x Reader

"I've been imagining this moment since the day we met." - with Lestappen (Max Verstappen and Charles Leclerc)

I will add a few more tomorrow after work, but feel free to ask for one if you like. See

I am open to many different fandoms besides F1, like football, tennis, motogp etc.

If you want to request anything else, feel free to do so. I mostly do one shots, around 1k-4k words.

I will start writing them throughout the week, and I have a few others plans beforehand so keep an eye out for other stuff!

[banana-gobbler]

F1 fic writers I’m desperate for lando x Daniel x reader PLEEEEEEEEASE

[pia-nor481]

I loved Daniel and Lando’s dynamic in ”She….what?”, could we possibly get Reader x Lando x Daniel?? Threesome with dom Daniel and dom Reader and sub Lando

Sorry this has been sitting in my inbox for a while. I really wanted to do it justice so there’s a lot of build up. Thank you for requesting

Dating Advice

[gimmenctar]

too much

jisung x f! reader smut (sem contexto) overstimulation, squirting, oral & masturbação (f) MNDI

Jisung é um safado, mas só você sabe disso. Na frente dos outros, a pose de bom moço é impecável, o sorriso sempre gentil e os olhinhos nunca falham em demonstrar inocência. Os amigos o paparicam constantemente por causa de sua fofura, ele é cativante. 

A primeira vez que se beijaram foi num canto qualquer de uma boate. O beijo, acompanhado do álcool, evoluiu rápido. Da sua parte existia uma certa relutância de seguir em frente apesar das investidas dele. As mãos grandes percorriam seu corpo sem demonstrar nada de timidez, indicando com clareza o que ele queria. 

“Deixa eu te levar pra casa.” Ele insistiu, mordendo os seus lábios entre o beijo bagunçado. 

“Não é uma boa ideia, Ji.” Nem você acreditou na sua resposta. Estava mole nos braços do mais novo. Se seus amigos vissem isso…

Ousado, Jisung deslizou a mão por baixo de seu vestido bem devagar. Ele te olhou nos olhos, esperando por alguma reação sua. Como lhe dera o sinal verde, chegou ao que interessava. 

“Toda molhada, linda.” Ele riu com ironia. “Acho que alguém quer uma ajuda.” 

“Jisung!” Exclamou sem forças quando ele massageou sua intimidade. Qualquer um poderia vê-los, mas ele nem parecia ligar.

Obviamente, Park te levou para a casa naquele dia. E outra vez… E mais outra vez… E perdeu as contas de quantas vezes tiveram de sair escondidos, das escapadas para o banheiro da casa de alguém, das batidas na sua porta durante a noite. O sorriso doce e fofo sumia sempre que estavam juntos, dando lugar ao convencido e travesso. Ele faz o que bem entender contigo entre quatro paredes. 

Como agora, já é a terceira vez que Jisung te faz gozar. Seu corpo treme e sua respiração está completamente desregulada. Você já está sem forças, mas ele não tem a intenção de parar por enquanto. 

“Respira, meu bem.” Ele ordena, beijando sua bochecha. 

Primeiro, ele usou os dedos longos, bem devagar e fundo. Depois, usou o próprio pau, te comeu de ladinho por trás, sussurrando no ouvido o quão gostosa sua boceta é. Depois, sem nem te dar tempo algum, desceu para usar a boca e sentir seu gosto. 

“Só mais um, hm?” Jisung sela seus lábios. “Você consegue, linda?” 

Sua cabeça acena que não, e é claro que ele não se deixa convencer. 

“Consegue sim. Eu vou te mostrar.” 

“Por favor, Ji…” 

“Qual a cor?” Ele já está com o rosto bem em frente à sua intimidade, pronto para se deliciar outra vez. A visão é tão erótica que você se sente pulsar de novo. 

“Verde.” 

“Boa menina.” 

Sem perder tempo, Jisung devora seus nervos com vontade. Seu gosto é viciante, seus gemidos invadem os sentidos dele com rapidez. Ele não se aguenta. Já te comeu tantas vezes que sabe exatamente o que você gosta, sabe como te dar prazer em momentos que você está mais sensível. 

De início, uma dorzinha incomoda o seu ventre. Porém, Park faz com tanta delicadeza que não demora muito para que o prazer te faça rebolar o quadril contra a língua experiente. Essa é a parte favorita dele, reconhece seus sons como um expert. Você fica manhosa e aperta os lençóis, além do jeito que sua boceta contrai na boca dele… É isso. Sem poder controlar, molha generosamente o rosto de Jisung. O líquido não o intimida, mas o motiva a continuar até que, finalmente, te sinta pulsar forte sob seus estímulos. 

“Que boceta gostosa… Hm…” Ele te limpa antes que fique sensível outra vez, orgulhoso de como deixou você e a cama lambuzadas. “Te disse que conseguiria.” Ele toma seu corpo cansado num abraço. 

Enquanto sua respiração e batimentos voltam ao normal, ele entrelaça as pernas nas suas para permitir que você relaxasse num descanso merecido. 

[lqvesoph]

She‘s WHOSE daughter??? || LN4

gif by @formulaonedirection

lando norris x webber!reader

summary: After releasing your new album you go to the Bahrain Grand Prix to finally see your two favorite Aussie’s. What you didn’t expect is to meet a certain Brit as well.

part 2 | part 3 | part 4 | part 5

masterlist | taglist

Part 1

yn.adams: Thank you for all the love on GUTS!!! Tour is coming I promissssse but now off to Bahrain🏁

comments:

gracieabrams: YOURE UNREAL

rachelzegler: all american t*ts frr

danielricciardo: Okay who am I fighting today🥊

oscarpiastri: See u in Bahrain (finally)

> yn.adams: FINALLY!!!

> oscarpiastri: You‘ve become busy since becoming a world star🥲

fan: SHES COMING TO BAHRAIN!!!

> fan: FINALLY!! Its been ages

fan: Has she ever been to a race??

> fan: Well… I mean obviously LMAO😭

fan: U supporting Red Bull or Mclaren this weekend?

> yn.adams: Rbr obviously!! Not even Oscar can get me into that orange Garage🤨

> oscarpiastri: It’s PAPAYA!!!

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"GOOD MORNING!!!", an australian accent yelled into your ear just moments after you entered the Bahrain paddock.

You flinched, immediately slapping the person’s arm. "Daniel!!!", you called and pushed the driver away from you as he tried to pull you into a hug.

"I‘ve missed you so much", he mumbled, pressing you close to him and ruffling your hair after, which made you slap his hand away from your head.

"You seen Osc yet?“, you asked, looking around you, spotting a few photographers whose camera’s where direct to you. Daniel shook his head. "Nope, I thought you‘d come together. I‘m surprised you’re only here now."

You rolled your eyes and kept walking with Daniel. "I was on a video call with my team, discussing the upcoming tour. We gotta work out a schedule and call the venues and stuff", you replied. "We‘ve been on there even before the album came out and I still haven’t completely made up my mind."

"Indecisive little shit", Daniel laughed, making you slap his arm with a chuckle. You made your way to the Red Bull hospitality, Daniel waving at a few people from Mclaren that he was still friends with even after he left the team at the end of the 2022 season.

"I think Kelly and P are in there", he told you before hugging you goodbye. "If you see Oscar, tell him I‘m looking for him", you said, smiling and ruffling through Daniel‘s hair as some sorta revenge, before quickly stepping back and running up the stairs to the entrance.

Daniel laughed and pointed a finger at you. "I‘m gonna get you back!" You giggled and waved as you walked backwards into the hospitality.

Looking around the room you quickly spotted Kelly with her daughter Penelope sitting on a creme coloured couch.

"Heyy, honey", she greeted you and got up to hug you. "Hey, darling", you then said and lifted Penelope up who was reaching her arms out to you.

Just when you sat down, your phone chimed with a new message.

Osc🧡: Meet me in front of Mclaren

You: I‘m not going in tho

Osc🧡: Well I can’t really walk into Red Bull can I?

You: 🙄okay

"I‘ll be back soon, Oscar just texted", you let Kelly know and high fived P who giggled as you did. Jeez, how much you missed that little sunshine!

You glanced around the front porch of Mclaren‘s hospitality but didn’t spot Oscar. And as you didn’t just want to walk into the building you stayed where you were, next to the steps leading up to the entrance.

"You walked in with Danny, right?", someone spoke behind you, making you turn around. The confused expression on your face quickly leaving when you came face to face with the other Mclaren driver.

He sat at one of the tables with another curly haired guy and a blonde girl.

You nodded. "Yeah", you simply said. "You wanna come up here?", he asked, gesturing to the empty chair next to him.

You‘ve never spoken to Lando Norris, all you knew about him was through stories from either Oscar or Daniel. You knew that he spent some of his winterbreak with Danny and Martin in Australia. Daniel had asked you to come along as well but you were busy with the release of your new album so you had to decline.

You looked around you one last time, trying to find Oscar but failed, so you nodded and took the few stairs up to the table the three of them were sitting at.

As you stood directly in front of them, you saw how the blonde girl recognized you. You‘ve always been good at reading people but over the last years you‘ve become incredibly good at telling whether people recognized you when facing them. Even if they try their hardest to hide it, that small second when their eyes widen in realization was enough for you to tell.

"I‘m Lando", he introduced himself, holding a hand out to greet you. "Y/n, nice to meet you", you smiled, trying to ignore the urge to tell him 'I know, I‘m friends with Daniel and Oscar'. "Max and Pietra, friends of me", he then gestured over to the people sitting across from you.

"So, how do you know Daniel?", Lando asked, crossing his arms on the table. "I‘ve known him since I was 8 years old, I think", you smiled, remembering tiny 8 year old you giggling and blushing when first talking to Daniel at the British Grand Prix. "Really?", his eyes widened. "How did you meet?" "Uh, through my dad, he‘s from Australia as well", you answered, leaving out most of the details.

"You‘re australian?", Lando questioned with raised eyesbrows. "No no, my dad is. My mom‘s from America and I kinda grew up between California and Canberra", you explained.

"However, for some reason she likes to ignore her australian origin", a voice said behind you, making you smirk as you recognized the familiar Melbourne accent.

You turned around in your chair and stood up before wrapping your arms around Oscar. "Hey, princess", he laughed. "How‘ve you been?"

"Bit stressful with Tour at the minute but it feels so good to be back here!", you grinned.

As you turned back to the other three, you couldn’t help but notice Lando‘s confused face. Maybe it was the fact you basically jumped Oscar or that he‘d called you 'princess', something he‘s been doing ever since your first Tour when you got gifted a little crown from your fans because it matched the dress you were wearing on stage.

"I se you‘ve made friends already, might wanna stay here for the race?", Oscar asked with a smirk. You slapped the back of his head in an affectionate way. "Nuh uh, nice try, Piastri", you chuckled. "I‘ll be watching from Red Bull, you know that."

The confused expression on Lando‘s face only seemed to deepen with everything you said so you gave him a quick explanation. "My father used to work at Red Bull, so it‘s the team I‘ve grown up with and I‘m not leaving that."

Oscar snorted at you little white lie but you rammed your elbow into his side to get him to keep quiet.

Lando nodded, still slightly confused by the way you and Oscar acted with each other but before he could question it, a team member walked out of the door and told the two drivers to start getting ready for the race.

"I‘ll see you later, okay? You‘re driving back with Daniel?", your best friend asked. "I haven’t talked to him about it but-" "Okay, then I‘m taking you back to the hotel", he interrupted you with a grin.

"Jeez, splitting my time with you two like you‘re my parents", you laughed but agreed and hugged the driver goodbye.

"Bye, bye!", you waved to Lando, Max and Pietra before walking back over to Red Bull.

*~*~*~*~*~*

After the race and all the podium celebrations, you waited in front of the Mclaren hospitality for Oscar, scrolling mindlessly on your Twitter while ignoring the 22 unread messages from your management.

"Hey, Y/n", a voice said behind you, making you look up from your phone. "Lando, hi. Congrats on your race", you smiled. "Thanks, could’ve been better but we‘ll try again next week", he shrugged.

"Jeddah, right?", you asked, not having memorized the calendar quite yet. The driver nodded and played around with the orange lanyard in his hands.

"You coming?", he dared to ask after a few seconds and from the way his fingers fiddled with the orange band faster, you could tell how nervous he was. You shrugged. "I don’t know yet, I’m quite busy with work at the minute, so probably no. But I‘ll definitely be in Melbourne", you replied, trying to lighten the mood by adding the last sentence.

"Pietra told me you’re a singer", he revealed, making you smile at the memory of the blonde girl. "I could tell she recognized me", you admitted. Lando chuckled. "She said she tried her hardest to not let it show but was freaking out on the inside! She‘s actually quite mad at herself for not asking you for a picture!"

You giggled again and shook your head. "She could’ve asked, I wouldn’t have minded", you said with a small smile. "If she’s at a Grand Prix just let me know and I promise I‘ll find her." "I‘ll let her know", he nodded and looked to the ground with the cutest smile you have seen in a while.

The combination of the brunette curly hair, the british accent, the smile and his dimples, drove you crazy and made you heart skip a few beats. But you tried your best to keep it together.

Little did you know that Lando quite literally felt the same about you. Your long hair, along with the color of your eyes and especially your smile made his heart beat a little faster as well.

You stayed in silence for a few seconds, just looking at each other admiringly before a voice interrupted your starring.

"Princess!! Sorry for being late!", Oscar called while walking out of the hospitality with Lily‘s hand in his. You smiled at the sight of your best friend’s girlfriend and send her a little wave which she returned with the hand that wasn’t wrapped in Oscar‘s.

"That‘s okay, I had Lando to keep me company", you chuckled, making the brit smile a little. "You ready?", Oscar asked and you nodded.

He said goodbye to Lando and started walking down the stairs.

"I’ll see you in Australia?", Lando asked one last time. You nodded your head with a smile. "Oh for sure, I wouldn’t miss this race for the world!", you chuckled. "Great!", Lando whispered under his breath and gave you a little wave which you returned before following Oscar and Lily.

"What do you think of him?", Oscar asked as soon as Lando was out of hearing range. "Lando? He’s pretty cute", you simply stated, not daring to mention the other words floating around your head. Nice, pretty, gorgeous, hot and handsome were just a few examples.

"Why do you ask?"

Oscar smirked. "No reason, really!"

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With a Baby! (Neuvilette x Fem!Reader)

💖~ Hey, I'm back!

Yeh, I'm not dead, I just disappeared a lot.

Warning: Nope now💖, light spicy at point three, Female Reader | Google Translate sponsors me (it's a lie) If I made any mistakes in the english translation, I would be happy to read your comments! | Content in spanish and english

Spanish:

Neuvilette ha pensado antes en tener una familia contigo, siempre que te comportas tan bonita como siempre con él, cuando cuidas de alguna Melusine que encuentran en el camino a casa o cuando haces cosas tan normales como preparar algo de comer. Siempre piensa en ti como una madre fabulosa.

La idea de que seas una figura cariñosa con posibles hijos suyos pasa desde los escenarios más dulces y adorables, verte cargando a un pequeñito parecido a él y llamándolo tu amor, levantarse y verte arrullar a una niñita con sus ojos. Está en las nubes cada que lo imagina.

Luego todo lo dulce se va filtrando a la necesidad de que tengas a sus hijos, la necesidad de verte con el vientre abultado por su escencia, la necesidad de criarte. Y eso es exactamente lo que hace.

Luego de que logran tener un descendiente, creo que Neuvillette tiene problemas a la hora de llamarlo. Le dices que es un bebé y él dice que es una cría, con el tiempo aprende a llamarlo bebé, pero sigue susurrando que es una pequeña cría formándose en el vientre de su mamá, todo mientras acaricia tu estómago.

Durante el embarazo se vuelve muy sobreprotector. No quiere que te muevas mucho y te canses, no tienes que levantarte a cocinar porque puedes quedarte, no debes agacharte, él recogerá lo que tiraste o te conseguirá otro. Solo no quiere que te hagas daño.

Definitivamente hace una especie de nido con ropa vieja y cómoda, almohadas y deja alguna piedra brillante porque brilla y cree que te gustará.

Sigue preguntándose si pondrás un huevo o no, solo espera que no te duela mucho. Se prepara mucho para dar la bienvenida al pequeño nuevo ser que tendrá su sangre, ya eligieron un nombre, ropa y juguetes divertidos.

Estuvo muy enfocado en decorar la habitación del bebé, quería que los colores le dieran paz y que le gustara su habitación.

Cuando el bebé nace, casi está rezando a todas las deidades que conoce o conoció porque no quiere que sufras, pero se calma cuando le dicen que todo está bien y que el parto está llendo con naturalidad.

¡Felicidades, tienen un adorable bebé! Al inicio puede ser extraño, tal vez incómodo y doloroso, pero hey, estás dando a luz a un dragón.

Literalmente un dragón, largo y escamoso, con pelo muy corto y casi inexistente. Parece un pequeño perrito, pero Neuvilette dice que es normal, aprenderá a tomar forma humana cuando crezca.

Lleva al bebé y a su pareja a casa y los hace descansar mientras se toma su tiempo analizando al drahoncito que tiene en brazos, cómo se retuerce entre sus brazos y cómo su respiración se siente en su mano. Está casi llorando y lo sabes porque algunas gotitas empiezan a resbalarse por la ventana.

Está muy feliz, abraza a la cría y lo acurruca en su pecho, dándole calor, recordándole que su papá estaba con él. Que nunca estaría solo, siempre tendría a alguien que cuide de él.

Cuando pasa un tiempo y el pequeño ya abre los ojos, Neuvilette está decidido. Te mira con toda la seriedad del mundo y te pide dos o tres crías más. Quiere una camada.

English:

Neuvilette has thought about having a family with you before, whenever you behave as nice as ever with him, when you take care of some Melusine you meet on the way home or when you do things as normal as preparing something to eat. He always thinks of you as a fabulous mother.

The idea that you are a loving figure with possible children of his comes from the sweetest and most adorable scenarios, seeing you holding a little boy who looks like him and calling him your love, getting up and seeing you cooing at a little girl with his eyes. He is in the clouds every time he imagines it.

Then everything sweet filters into the need for you to have his children, the need to see yourself with a bulging belly due to his essence, the need to breed you. And that's exactly what he does.

After you manage to have an offspring, I think Neuvillette has problems calling the baby. You tell him it's a baby and he says it's a offspring, eventually he learns to call it a baby, but he keeps whispering that it's a little baby growing in his mother's belly, all while caressing your stomach.

During pregnancy he becomes very overprotective. He doesn't want you to move a lot and get tired, you don't have to get up to cook because you can stay, you don't have to bend over, he will pick up what you threw away or get you another one. He just doesn't want you to get hurt.

He definitely makes a kind of nest with old and comfortable clothes, pillows and leaves some shiny stones because it's shines and he thinks you will like it.

He keeps wondering if you'll lay an egg or not, he just hopes it doesn't hurt too much. He prepares a lot to welcome the little new being that will have his blood, you have already chosen a name, clothes and fun toys.

He was very focused on decorating the baby's room, he wanted the colors to give them peace and he wanted them to like their room.

When the baby is born, he is almost praying to all the deities he knows or knew because he doesn't want you to suffer, but he calms down when the doctor tell him that everything is fine and that the birth is going naturally.

Congratulations, you have an adorable baby At first it may be strange, maybe uncomfortable and painful, but hey, you are giving birth to a dragon.

Literally a dragon, long and scaly, with very short and almost non-existent hair. He looks like a small dog, but Neuvilette says it's normal, he will learn to take human form when he grows up.

He takes the baby and his partner home and makes them rest while he takes his time analyzing the little dragon in his arms, how he squirms in his arms and how his breath feels on his hand. He is almost crying and you know it because some droplets start to slide down the window.

He is very happy, hugs the baby and snuggles it into his chest, giving it warmth, reminding him that his father was with him. That he would never be alone, he would always have someone to take care of him.

When some time passes and the little one opens his eyes, Neuvilette is determined. He looks at you with all the seriousness in the world and asks for two or three more offsprings. He wants a brood.

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⭐️ pleasure over matter. fem!reader x esteban kukuriczka

🪐 minha masterlist

» cw: smut! por favor só interaja se for +18! ; consumo de álcool; kuku!dilf pai de menina e sex deprived; leitora!babá; sexo desprotegido; p in v; nipple play; creampie; breeding kink; oral fem; nuances de size e strength kink; menção a masturbação masc; messy sex!!!; big cock; dirty talk; slow burn (só até a putaria começar 😛); age gap implícito (uns 13 anos de diferença)

» wn: sim mais um esteban dilf. e sim ele sex deprived de novo. o motivo? tesão. minha buceta? explodida. hotel? trivago. enfim minhas gatinhas cheirosas eu me diverti e me empolguei muito atendendo a esse pedido (lê-se passei mal de tesão) então acabou ficando meio grandinho, mas espero que vocês gostem!!! 💐💞💋 a música que eu ouvi escrevendo foi pink matter do frank ocean, recomendo que ouçam 💗🌷

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Estava sentada no bar enquanto ouvia o moreno ao seu lado falar pela enésima vez sobre sua função ‘importantíssima’ no escritório, dando mais um gole da sua bebida a fim de se distrair do encontro que não estava dando nem um pouco certo. Você tinha a semana corrida, de manhã e de tarde cuidava da menininha loira e à noite ia para a faculdade. Sua rotina cheia foi o motivo que suas amigas insistiram para você aceitar sair com o homem, mas agora, se arrependia amargamente de perder seu sábado para ficar ouvindo um cara metido que não perguntou nada sobre você até agora.

Para sua felicidade, o telefone tocou, ficou aliviada em ter uma desculpa para cortar seu acompanhante, mas logo se transformou em preocupação quando leu “Esteban Kukuriczka” na tela do celular.

— Sr. Kukuriczka? Tá tudo bem? — Você perguntou preocupada, o homem não era de entrar em contato a noite, muito menos num final de semana.

— Oi querida, tá tudo bem sim… Desculpa te ligar assim do nada, mas a Sofia tá com febre e ela tá pedindo pra te ver, você está ocupada?

— Não, não… Eu vou pra aí agora.

— Tá bem, me passa seu endereço que eu mando um uber para te buscar.

Com isso, você se despediu do seu date com a maior cara de “sinto muito” possível, explicando que era urgente do trabalho, por mais que estivesse completamente aliviada de sair de lá, e também, com o coração molinho porque a garotinha doente queria te ver.

O restaurante não era muito longe do apartamento dos Kukuriczka, então logo estava na porta do prédio, que se abriu rapidamente para que você pudesse entrar. Durante a subida do elevador, ajeitava a aparência, tentando estar apresentável para ver o homem. Esteban era um pai incrível, só precisava de uma babá devido ao trabalho que exigia a presença dele durante praticamente o dia inteiro. Lembra-se muito bem de quando ele te contratou: descobriu a vaga por meio de uma amiga da sua mãe, e quando você chegou no apartamento para ser entrevistada, não esperava nem um pouco um pai tão bonito quanto ele. Você realmente era ótima com crianças, então não tinha porque ele não te contratar, além do mais, a mãe dela não era lá das mais presentes, então seria bom ter uma figura feminina tão doce quanto você.

Quando chegou no andar, a menininha e o pai já esperavam por você na porta aberta: a garotinha usava um pijama comprido de ursinho - o qual você tinha um igual, que Esteban tinha dado para vocês combinarem nas noites de pijama - com uma pelúcia nos braços, os fios loirinhos estavam bagunçados e a carinha manhosa enquanto segurava a mão do pai, o qual estava agachado do lado da criança e te observava andar pelo corredor. Você fez um biquinho ao ver a menininha tão abatida, “Ô meu amorzinho…” sussurrou enquanto se agachava para abraçar ela, sem nem se importar como o vestido curto podia subir pelas coxas. Colocou as costas da mão na testinha quente enquanto observava o pai ficar de pé, “Você já deu remédio pra ela?”, perguntou preocupada.

— Já sim. Já dei banho morninho, jantinha e coloquei o pijama favorito dela, né filha? — Ele respondeu, a garotinha que assentia com um biquinho no rosto te fazia derreter, genuinamente a amava como se fosse sua bebêzinha, era uma menina extremamente doce, parece que era você quem sentia dor ao vê-la assim. O pai extremamente atencioso também não ajudava no seu estado, desde que o viu sabia que ele era extremamente atraente, mas porra, alguma coisa sobre ele sempre ser tão carinhoso mexia com você, ainda mais agora, que observava vocês abraçadas enquanto estava de pé, ainda fazendo um carinho no topo da cabeça da filha. — Ela disse que quer que você leia uma historinha pra ela… — Disse baixinho, fazendo você abraçar a menininha mais forte ainda, tomada pela fofura dela.

— Tá bem, vamo lá. — Você se levantou com a menininha no colo e caminhou até o quarto dela, o barulho do saltinho no piso de madeira quase ofuscou um suspiro pesado de Esteban, que fechava a porta enquanto te observava andar até o quarto, e logo caminhou até a cozinha. Você deitou a garotinha na cama macia, ajustando os travesseiros para que ela ficasse confortável, mostrou as opções de livrinhos e sorriu ao vê-la ponderando as alternativas. Se sentou na beirada da cama e começou a ler as páginas com a voz mais suave que conseguia, enquanto a mão livre fazia um cafuné nos cabelinhos loiros. Talvez o que fez ela dormir tão rápido fosse a atmosfera agradável: o quarto na temperatura ideal, as paredes rosinhas e a iluminação baixinha que fazia as estrelinhas fluorescentes do teto brilharem. Ou talvez fosse a sua voz lendo baixinho a história bonitinha, ou até mesmo o corpinho febril e cansado, mas independente da razão, não queria atrapalhar o sono dela, então, se levantou com cuidado e caminhou até a porta, fechando ela suavemente e depois indo até a cozinha.

— E aí? — O homem perguntou com um sorrisinho simpático no rosto, apesar da pergunta quase ter passado despercebida por você, distraída ao vê-lo com os braços apoiados na bancada da cozinha, os cabelos grisalhos levemente bagunçados e as mangas da camisa dobradas até o antebraço cheio de veias.

— Dormiu… Tadinha, tá toda manhosa. — Você apoiou as mãos sobre a bancada também, do lado oposto do homem, brincando com os anéis que usava. Sorria simpática ao vê-lo assentir com a cabeça, com um sorrisinho cansado no rosto e os olhinhos fechados.

— Eu te atrapalhei ou alguma coisa? — Ele perguntou enquanto pegava uma garrafa de vinho branco na geladeira e duas taças no armário.

— Não… É… Eu ‘tava num encontro, mas você na verdade fez um favor pra mim, o cara era péssimo. — Você sorria educada, se distraindo ao encarar as mãos grandes que abriam o vinho com pouca dificuldade. Ele sorriu em retorno, despejando o líquido nas duas taças, quando a segunda já estava quase na metade, hesitou, “Nossa, eu nem perguntei se você quer. Desculpa”. Você balançou a cabeça e assegurou que queria sim, então ele deu a volta na bancada e entregou a taça na sua mão, te chamando para se sentar no sofá confortável. Ele se sentou de uma vez só, passando a mão grande no rosto e nos cabelos, você se sentava devagarinho no móvel macio, uns três palmos de distância do homem que parecia estressado.

— Perguntei porque te liguei do nada num sábado à noite, e a sua roupa é… Tá… Diferente. — Ele se referia ao vestido preto, gesticulava e se embolava um pouco ao falar, tentando encontrar palavras respeitosas para pontuar a roupa que contornava seu corpo de uma forma que o fazia pensar em coisas indecentes. A verdade era que Esteban se arrependia de ter te contratado, sabia que não era nem um pouco ético querer a babá mais nova da filha, foram inúmeras as noites que ele sonhou em te ter na cama dele. Se sentiu especialmente sujo no dia que recebeu um vídeo que você tinha gravado da filhinha na praia, no qual quando você virou a câmera para si mesma e deu um tchauzinho, conseguia ver perfeitamente seus peitos no biquíni amarelo, tentou ignorar o que sentia debaixo das calças ao pensar na cena, mas a noite, durante o banho, não resistiu em printar o frame e se masturbar para ele, imaginando como seria chupar os mamilos durinhos marcados no tecido e como queria que a guardar a porra todinha dentro de você e, se tivesse sorte, te tornar a mãe de outra menininha dele.

O desejo que sentia por você era tão grande que chegou até a pensar em te demitir, só não prosseguiu com isso porque Sofia ficaria devastada e, honestamente, sabia que não encontraria outra tão boa quanto você. O nervosismo passou batido por você, presumiu que era apenas cansaço, ou que ele apenas não tinha gostado do vestido. “Você… Não gostou?”, perguntou insegura. — Não! Não… É um vestido muito bonito… Ficou bom em você, ficou ótimo. — Ele respondeu um pouquinho afobado, apesar do tom de voz continuar tranquilo e baixinho. Você sorria tímida e educada enquanto olhava para o homem ao seu lado. Deu mais um gole no vinho, o que talvez fosse uma péssima ideia, afinal, já tinha bebido alguns drinks mais cedo, e o álcool só intensificava a sua vontade de tê-lo daquele jeito.

— E você? Tá arrumado também.

— Pior que eu também tinha marcado algo, mas… Acabei cancelando por motivos óbvios. — Ele bebeu um gole quando terminou a frase, parecia frustrado, o que fez você sentir uma pontinha de ciúmes na barriga.

— Eu entendo você ficar frustrado, mas pelo menos pode marcar outro dia…

— Não, eu… Não tô frustrado por isso. É só que… Ah, deixa.

— Ei. — Você colocou a mão no joelho dele, assegurando que podia confiar em você. — Pode falar, coloca pra fora…

— É que desde que eu me separei da mãe da Sofia, nunca me relacionei com mais ninguém. E apesar de eu já ter trabalhado essas inseguranças que a traição me deixou, sei lá… Hoje eu nem queria sair com essa moça, sabe? — Ele olhava pra frente enquanto desabafava, deu uma risadinha incrédula antes de continuar. — Parece horrível mas eu fiquei até aliviado quando a Sofi ficou doente, porque me deu um motivo concreto de desmarcar o encontro… E o pior é que ela é uma mulher legal, mas só… Não sei… Não é o que eu quero... —

Enquanto ele falava, você se aproximou dele. “O que você quer agora?”, perguntou baixinho, com certa esperança de ouvir o que queria. Ele balançava a cabeça com um sorrisinho tímido nos lábios, e quando finalmente se virou para você, suspirou pesado, logo voltando a evitar seu olhar. “Esteban… Tem alguma coisa que eu possa fazer?”, o loiro mordia o inferior enquanto acenava um ‘não’ com a cabeça que não te passava certeza nenhuma, passando os dedos compridos na borda da taça quase vazia. Você retirou a taça que ele segurava nas mãos e a colocou sobre a mesinha de centro, substituindo o cristal com a sua mão, acariciando os dedos compridos enquanto olhava a respiração do homem ficar cada vez mais pesada. “Nena…”, seu apelido saiu da boca dele como uma advertência, uma repreensão, que servia mais para ele do que para você. A tensão no ar que tinha se acumulado até hoje era palpável, a sala tão quieta que quase conseguiam escutar os batimentos acelerados.

Você com delicadeza levou a mão grande que segurava até sua coxa, atenta a expressão do homem que seguia sua ação com o olhar, parecia hesitante, apesar de ter apertado de levinho a carne macia, fazendo você soltar um suspiro. Decidiu acabar com isso de uma vez por todas, devagarinho, passou uma das pernas para o outro lado dele, se sentando no colo do homem, de frente para o rosto cheio de sardinhas, o qual você segurou com as duas mãos, enquanto as dele descansavam sobre seus quadris. Quando ele finalmente olhou para seus olhos, “Pode descontar em mim… Me usa pra tirar tudo isso de você”, você sussurrava com o rosto pertinho do dele, os narizes quase se tocando, enquanto chegava os quadris para frente, fazendo ele puxar um arzinho pela boca. Apertava seus quadris e sua bunda com força ao te sentir roçar contra o membro que já doía de tão duro, tentando a todo custo resistir, se relembrando o quão errado isso é, por mais que quisesse muito. “Por favor…”, suplicava com a voz doce, o que fez ele transbordar por completo: uma mão grande parou na sua bochecha e te puxou para um beijo, molhado e desesperado.

Você gemeu dentro da boca dele ao sentir a língua quente explorando sua cavidade de uma forma selvagem, bagunçada e urgente, sentia sua intimidade cada vez mais molhada e pulsando ao redor de nada, algo que Esteban também sentiu, já que sua buceta coberta pelo pano fino da calcinha estava bem em cima da ereção que latejava. Sentiu ele apertar sua bunda com mais força e segurar sua coxa enquanto se levantava, sem nenhum aviso prévio, caminhando até o quarto com você no colo sem nem interromper o beijo ou mostrar sinais de dificuldade.

Depois de fechar a porta do cômodo, não perdeu tempo em te deitar na cama macia. Esteban te beijava de uma forma quase animalesca, resultado de tanto tempo se contendo em não atacar sua boca como fazia agora, você sentia o cantinho da boca ficando cada vez molhado e as vibrações causadas pelos grunhidos que ele soltava dentro da sua boca. O ósculo só foi interrompido para que pudessem respirar, ainda com os narizes encostados um no outro que puxavam e soltavam o ar de uma forma pesada. Não teve nem tempo de se recompor antes dele retirar seu vestido com pressa, você admirava a forma que os olhos dele passeavam pelas suas curvas, acompanhando as mãos grandes que deslizavam sobre elas e as apalpavam. Afundou a cabeça na cama quando as mãos pararam nos seus seios, o “Caralho…” que ele soltou baixinho e ofegante foi direto para sua buceta, te fazendo até erguer os quadris para tentar aliviar a necessidade que sentia ali.

Sentiu ele abocanhar um de seus peitos, chupando o máximo que coubesse dentro da boca e soltando devagarinho, parando para vê-lo babadinho antes de lamber seu biquinho com a língua relaxada, apertando a carne macia enquanto molhava cada vez mais seus mamilos sensíveis. Perdida no prazer, abriu os olhos com dificuldade, mas valeu muito a pena: via os olhinhos marrons que antes estavam fechados, se abrirem só para ver como as mãos grandes apertavam um seio contra o outro, a os lábios finos entreabertos porque estava completamente hipnotizado na visão dos dedos compridos beliscando seus biquinhos molhadinhos. Sussurrou um “Gostosa…” antes de levar a boca até eles novamente, sedento enquanto chupava o que foi negligenciado antes, logo descendo os beijos babados para o meio dos seus seios. Quando finalmente olhou para você, sorriu sacana ao ver seu rostinho, que se contorceu mais ainda quando sentiu as mãos grandes descartando sua calcinha.

Você suplicava mentalmente para ele te fuder logo, já que nessa altura do campeonato não conseguia nem formular frases coerentes mais, a única coisa que saia da sua boca eram ‘Hmm’ manhosos, torcendo para que ele entendesse o recado. E, porra, é claro que ele entendeu. Não era novidade que nenhum homem chegava aos pés de Esteban, mesmo antes dele te levar para a cama: era raro encontrar um cara tão inteligente, carinhoso e gostoso quanto ele, mas nesse exato momento, não conseguia admirar nenhuma outra qualidade dele a não ser a forma que ele te deixava com o corpo molinho, burra de tanto tesão, terminando de acabar com você quando colocou a mão grande sobre a sua boca, olhando fixamente nos seus olhos enquanto usava a outra mão livre para desfazer o botão da calça que usava, colocando para fora o membro extremamente duro.

Sentia ele pincelar a cabecinha suja de pré-gozo entre suas dobrinhas, se deliciando ao ouvir o barulhinho molhado. Lutou contra a vontade de fechar os olhos - de tanto prazer - só para ver o formato de ‘o’ que os lábios fininhos se transformaram enquanto se enfiava devagarinho em você, arrancando até um gemidinho falhado da boca do homem. Por mais que você não tivesse visto o tamanho dele, conseguia sentir que era grande, sabia que se não estivesse encharcada sentiria até dor, mas, agora, o jeito que ele te preenchia só te trazia prazer, fazendo você arquear as costas, franzindo o cenho enquanto olhava para o rosto corado do homem em cima de você e levando as unhas até as costas largas cheias de sardinhas. A mão grande permanecia sobre sua boca, mas Esteban enfiou o rosto na curva do seu pescoço, a fim de abafar os próprios gemidos. Entrava e saía de você lentamente, fazendo você sentir perfeitamente a extremidade do pau tocar sua cérvix, arrancando um gemido mais alto de você quando ele estocou com mais força e segurou suas bochechas com uma mão, te beijando novamente, as línguas não conseguiam nem se mover sincronizadamente de tanto prazer. Ele interrompeu o ósculo mas mantendo os lábios encostados.

— Nena… Você… Porra… Não sabe há quanto tempo… Eu quero isso… — Ele dizia ofegante e entre gemidos, te beijando sedento para abafar os barulhos que vocês dois faziam, nem se importando de melar sua boca e até um pouco do seu queixo de saliva, na verdade, achava extremamente excitante te ver desse jeito debaixo dele: completamente fudida, bagunçada e tão tonta de prazer quanto ele. — Se você continuar me apertando assim não vou durar muito, nena… — ele advertiu e te beijou com mais força quando você envolveu suas pernas ao redor do quadril dele. “Goza dentro de mim… Por favor…”, a frase que saiu dos seus lábios de forma suplicante arrancou um gemido grave dele, que estava prestes a transbordar todo dentro de você. Seguido disso, com os dentes cerrados e os olhos até lacrimejando, palavras embaralhadas saíram da boca dele entre gemidos roucos, algumas do tipo “Te encher de porra” ou “Te dar meus filhinhos” enquanto ele se esvaziava todo em você. Continuou metendo devagarinho depois que deixou toda gotinha de porra dentro da sua buceta, retomando o beijo lento enquanto ainda criava coragem de sair de você, se deliciando ao ouvir você choramingar e gemer baixinho, bêbada de tanto tesão.

Você não achava que tinha como melhorar, até ele começar a deixar beijos molhados pela extensão do seu pescoço, só saindo de dentro de você para descer mais ainda pelo seu corpo, lambendo e chupando seus peitos, sua barriga, sua cintura, descendo até sua virilha e dando lambidas largas e preguiçosas no seu monte de vênus, descendo devagarinho até seu pontinho inchado e sensibilizado. Antes de te chupar do jeito que queria, parou para observar como você pulsava ao redor de nada, afastando suas dobrinhas só para observar melhor seu buraquinho que liberava uma mistura de sua excitação e da porra dele, passando o indicador comprido ali e enfiando de volta para dentro, arrancando um gemido seu. “Quiero que seas mia para siempre, nena… Que seas mi mujer… La madre de mis hijas… Hm?”, interrompendo as palavras bonitas para dar beijos molhados na sua intimidade, usando e abusando da bagunça que ele tinha feito ali.

Você não conseguia responder, atordoada da sensação tão gostosa dele te chupando logo depois de te fuder como nunca tinha sido antes. Mas honestamente, nem precisava, ambos sabiam que você queria que essas palavras bonitas se concretizassem tanto quanto ele e que, depois dessa noite, isso com certeza aconteceria.

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Safety In Your Arms

Dando x Reader

Genre: Hurt-comfort, maybe spicy via implied smut

Summary: Sometimes things go horribly wrong, nothing like what you expected, and it sends you hurtling towards emotions you never asked for. Lando and Daniel hate to see her this way.

Warnings: implied sexual content prior to and post incident, r@pe, anxiety, panic attacks, worried partners

Notes: Not sure this is exactly what you wanted because I don't write r@pe fantasies... regardless I hope the requester likes it :)

Side Note: Please leave notes! I think I might have been shadow banned recently as my fics are not being interacted with as much as they used to. Maybe it's just me being self-conscious because I know I couldn't care but I do.

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Her heart thumping in her ears is all she can hear. Just last night, this had been something special and intimate. It was beautiful and loving. Now a stranger thinks he take something that isn't his.

Daniel and Lando are the only ones aloud to touch her like this. Their touch sends shivers down her spine in a pleasant way. This man makes her burn. His grip keeping her pinned to the wall feels like lighter being held against the bare flesh of her hips.

She was almost to the room. Back to the safety of her boys. Just up the stairs and down the hall. Curse the elevator for not working.

She's not sure where the adrenaline comes from. Her fight or flight response is pulling from some unknown energy reserve. It's enough for her to push him off her.

He falls backwards down the stairs. He's disoriented but still conscious. He looks like he might fight his way back to her and finish what he started.

She bolts. Her legs carry her to the door of her shared room. Fists bang on the door in terror.

The door to the stairwell slams open. She leans her weight into the door and slides down. Tears stream down her face at the hopelessness she feels in this situation.

The door flings open. Daniel on the other side catches her crumbling body before it hits the ground. She pushes inside and finds the farthest corner of the room.

She sees the silhouette of the man come to face Daniel. Lando is crouched down in front of her, trying to coax some kind of explanation out of her. She's too worked up to respond.

The loud crack of Daniel's knuckles fills her ears. Her attacker stumbles backwards once more, this time he's out cold. His body falls to the ground, with a soft thud muffled only by the carpeted floors.

Lando exchanges a few words with Daniel. The ringing in her ears makes it hard to understand. It's not until Lando hands her his sweatshirt to hold and Daniel is on the phone that she registers the safety.

"He - He - I was -" She can't even get the words out. Not without realizing how pathetic she sounds.

"Okay, breathe now love, you're safe." She takes a few breathes with Lando. "Can we try some yes or no questions?"

She hesitantly shakes her head yes. Slowly, she reaches to Lando. He intertwines his fingers with hers and both of them relax.

"Did her hit you at all?"

Yes. When he first got her against the wall.

"Did he touch you anywhere intimate?" Lando looks like he's trying not to cringe.

Yes. Everywhere. It burns still.

Lando look on the verge of tears. He's always been empathetic, hurting with them. "Did he - did he rape you?"

She breaks. Burries her face in Lando's sweatshirt and wails. Lando is careful not to touch her in any harsh way; lets her lead him.

Daniel clambers onto the floor with them. She doesn't look at him, but she knows he's there and that's enough. "Love, I'm so sorry this happened to you. The authorities are on their way to take, whoever that was, away. The question now is how you want to go forward." Daniel takes a heavy breath before continuing when she doesn't respond. "We have to go to the hospital, love. I don't want you to suffer any more than you already have."

She's still crying as they bundle her up in Lando's sweatshirt and Daniel's sweats. The soft baggy ones she steals from him all the time regardless.

"Dan, what about... him?" Lando stares at the man lying on the floor. She has to will herself not to vomit at the sight of him.

"I'll meet you there, okay? The police should be here soon." Lando looks hesitant to leave without Daniel. The Aussie plants a reassuring kiss to his forehead. "Take care of our girl, yeah?"

By the time they get checked in, Daniel texts that he's on his way. She hasn't said anything else since the hotel room, but Lando kindly offers her one of his airpods. The music helps, if only a little.

The nurse takes her back to the room alone. She wails the entire time until they let Lando, now with Daniel on his heels, back with her.

She dissociates through the entire visit. Not coherent enough to answer anything but yes or no questions.

The next few days are more of them same. Only getting out of bed to sit in the shower. The water hot enough to burn away her skin.

Daniel tells Max they had an emergency but doesn't go into any details. Max lets them fly out with him. She doesn't talk to him. Too tired to use any energy on conversation.

Daniel and Lando respect her space. They ask before touching her. They announce their presences, especially if they are behind her.

The bruises fade eventually. It's not like the physical evidence was going to remain on her forever. Still, with his handprints gone for her sight, they burn her every time the area is touched.

She doesn't wear anything aside from Lando and Daniel's clothes that are too big on her. Not until they are back in Monaco for the summer break. Four months after the incident.

Daniel gently coaxes her out of the warm clothing. The boys give her space until she's ready to join them and respect her boundaries when she asks not to be touched.

Her skin still burns.

By the end of summer break, she's had time to work her way up to new things. Small bits of skin-on-skin contact and hugs are quickly becoming her new lifeline. She missed being able to not fear the touch of another. Her mind tends to forget she's safe and fights anyone who tries to get to close.

By September she's able to sleep in the same bed as them without waking up panicked that they are going to hurt her in some way. The nightmares remain, but now she clings to the two males when she wakes crying.

On a particularly charged night filled with celebrations. The three of them work through it at her pace. She sets boundaries like her therapist had told her to do. Daniel and Lando tell her everything they are going to do before they lay a finger on her.

She missed this.

She missed them.

Their hands don't burn her skin anymore.