#lando norris suggestive

[httpiastri]

control freak – ln4

lando hates a lot of things. not being in control is definitely one of them.

genre: smut

pairing: female reader x lando norris

warnings: smut 🤭 i dont remember what it's called? but lando gets tied up. he likes to be in control, so i guess dom!lando is kinda insinuated. it's a bit dirtyyy but there are also some soft elements bcs who would i be to not include those :)

requested?: yes! thank you for requesting 🤍 (requests are still open!)

author's note: this was supposed to be just a blurb but something happened lol. also, very much inspired by this ask and the just him talking about how he needs to be in control in that video. this thought has been living in my mind rent-free since that moment. hope u all enjoyyyy<3<3 (if this doesn’t work this time. idk what to do. anyways.)

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18+ content below, minors dni!

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"there we go..." you say, leaning back slightly and letting go of lando's wrist. "you alright?"

"my hands, yes. my ego, however..."

earlier this year, you and lando had agreed to buy one of those adult christmas calendars, one with a new toy or tool for the bedroom every day. so far, you'd gotten a blindfold, a massaging oil, and even a smaller vibrator. and today's present? a pair of sleek, white silk ribbons.

lando had immediately pulled the little strings out of the box, measuring them around your wrists. but you had shook your head, snatching them out of his hands and telling him it was his turn.

he had just cocked an eyebrow at you, assuming you were kidding. but the grin you had worn, one that told him that you were fully serious, had made him chuckle, rolling his eyes. no way, he'd told you, giving you a pat on the head before he leaned down against his pillow again. he had assumed this would be a lost cause for you, because there was no way he was letting you expose him to one of the things he hates.

lando hates a lot of things. number one: he hates not being in control, and he hates it so much.

the fact that he needs to be in control is very well-known in your relationship, and it applies to most situations. he needs to be the one driving, even if you're just going on a short trip to the supermarket; he needs to know who's invited to a dinner party so he can plan ahead; and of course, he feels a need for power in the bedroom.

but you are nothing if not persistent. lando is the very definition of stubborn, sure, but you would not give up on this one.

your boyfriend always thought you must be some kind of witch, because your effect on him is paranormal. the way you bat your eyes at him, your soft touch on his cheek, and your sweet kisses lingering on his lips – they could get him to agree to almost anything. even this, apparently.

since today was a friday, you had gone out for dinner and some drinks tonight before hurrying back home to try out your new present. lando was still a bit hesitant, but your lips pressed against his and your hips brushing his crotch as you sat on his lap on your bed made him give up yet again.

and that's how you find yourselves here, him already stripped out of everything except his boxers, with the sleek white ropes connecting him to the headboard. you twirl the fabric by his right wrist around your finger one final time, smiling at the little bows you've made. "you look so pretty right now," you hum, leaning down a little and tracing a finger along his jaw. "kinda wanna take a picture."

"do it."

you shake your head, not wanting to bring out your phone and possibly ruin the moment. you smile at the firmness in his voice, pressing a quick peck to his lips. "next time."

lando's chest vibrates with his chuckle. "oh, you think there will be a next time?"

"i know there will, because i'm in charge here."

the retort he was planning gets caught in his throat as your lips meet the side of his neck. he sighs at the feeling of your kisses traveling down to his chest, tongue coming out to lick the skin occasionally. he instinctively tries to grab your hips with his hands, momentarily forgetting about his restraints and letting out an annoyed groan when he's held back. you giggle against him when you hear the ropes snap against the headboard.

"already?" you ask, hands dragging up and down his beautifully tanned skin as your kisses trail even further, meeting the skin of his hipbones, giving both sides equal attention.

you can see how he clenches his fists from the corner of your eyes, knuckles already turning a little white. "i hate this. i really hate this," he mumbles.

"but you like me, don't you?" you counter, sitting back on your heels between his legs and letting your hands find the waistband of his boxers. "let me have my fun."

"great to know one of us is having fun, i guess." you take your time pulling down his underwear, enjoying every second of watching his impatience. when he's finally fully naked, his cock springs up to his stomach, a little precum leaking from him already.

"lando," you start, your thumb rubbing around the tip before spreading the precum along him. "don't you trust me?" you lower yourself down to press a kiss to his tip. "do you really think i won't make sure you enjoy this, too?"

his answer comes in the form of a shaky exhale, his eyes fluttering shut when he feels your tongue lick up a stripe along the side of his dick.

"i thought so."

your lips wrap around him, pushing yourself down his length before moving back up again. you're excruciatingly slow, wet lips sliding along his skin and only taking a little of him as your tongue swirls around him just once.

number two: lando hates being teased.

it's something he avoids at all costs, which you learned early in your relationship. he'll give you a stern look and push your hand away when you reach for his thigh during a company dinner; he'll grab your hips to hold you still when you intentionally grind onto him as you sit in his lap; and when you text him revealing pictures when he's away doing something important, he'll turn off his phone rather than let it get to him. it all comes back to his hatred of not being in control – he wants to be the one to tease you, not the other way around. so when you get a chance to tease him and he can't do anything about it, you take it.

speeding up your actions is not something you even consider, and now that lando's hands aren't in your hair to usher you, you take your time. you do, however, push him further into you, letting him hit the back of your throat before pulling entirely off him. when you sink down on him again, he buckles his hips: his way of trying to retake control. your hands find his sides, holding him down as you slide off him, leaning back to look at him as a grin spreads across your lips. "impatient, are we?"

his eyes are scrunched up, head thrown back to show off his thick neck. his muscular chest is heaving for air, already, and his hands are still hanging sloppily from the ropes. you love to see him like this. so weak, so helpless. it's not often that you get to take in this sight, so you savor every second of it.

when he feels the bed rock, lando's eyes shoot open. he watches you climb up from the bed, standing right next to it as you slowly let the sleeves of your dress fall down your shoulders. he does not enjoy the moment as much as he wishes he would, because all he can think of is how much he wishes he was the one sliding the dress down your body; how much he wishes he was the one unclasping your bra; how much he wishes it was his hands dragging your soaked panties to the floor.

you move to straddle his lap, your hips hovering over his as you let his tip nudge your entrance. when you finally descend on him, he bottoms you out so perfectly. you press your hands to his chest, leaning your weight on him as you feel yourself getting stretched out.

if lando thought you were done with the teasing, he was very wrong. you rise from him painfully slowly, before going down just as slowly. when your hips meet his again, you stop for yet another moment, rolling down on him.

number three: lando hates not being able to control the pace.

he's used to driving cars at 300 km/h, for god's sake, so this slow motion-pace you're going at is not ideal for him. he doesn't always need to thrust in and out of you like you only have a minute left to live but regulating the pace is, according to him, one of the perks of being the boyfriend. but not today.

you find a rhythm, bouncing on him like you are in no hurry whatsoever. your lover's moans are muffled and he's seemingly doing his best to not let anything slip out. he doesn't want you to know how much he likes this, despite not being in control.

"don't hold back, baby," you say, thumbs stroking his skin encouragingly. "you're allowed to feel good even when i'm in charge."

and when he finally lets go, the sounds he makes are like music to your ears. his hearty groans send a shiver down your spine and you can't help but pick up the pace a little, needing to hear more. you want to pull every sound and twitch out of him, and if that means going faster, it's a change you're willing to make.

you feel the shudder passing through his body when you clench around him. you know he's close when his heels dig into the mattress and he thrusts into you, trying to make up for lost time. you're almost there, too, and the way you feel all of him pump into you turns your brain into mush.

your nails dig into his chest when you reach your climax, likely leaving indents in his skin. you continue riding him, helping him chase his high, your pulsating insides helping draw it out instantly. when you feel the spurts shooting into you, you collapse against him. he's twitching inside of you, his chest jumping with his breaths, and your fingers reach to brush along the side of his neck to help him come down from his high.

"okay, i'll admit," he starts, taking deep breaths between every word. "that was so fucking hot."

a giggle escapes past your lips, and you prop your chin up on his chest to look up at his face. "i knew it would be." you brush back his curls, freeing his glossy forehead. "thank you for trusting me."

his face is adorned by a soft smile, and it replicates on yours. "are you okay?" he asks, always so caring, and he lets out a breath when you nod.

number four, the most important one: lando hates being unable to hold you.

he hates not being in control of your well-being; he hates not being able to ensure you're okay. he hates not cupping your face in his palms, stroking your cheeks, pulling his fingers through your locks. so, it would be an understatement to say that he was ecstatic when you pulled yourself off him, sat down on his side and started working on undoing the ropes.

his skin shows off a burning red color, and it hasn't occurred to you yet how much he actually must've been itching to touch you. usually, when he ties you up, your skin gets a bit irritated too, sure. but it's not often this bad. "let me get you a lotion for your wrists," you say.

you're practically off the bed already when lando grabs your hand, dragging you onto him again. "later." he pulls your back to his chest and nuzzles his face into your hair, pressing a peck to your scalp. "just wanna hold you right now."

you shake your head at his antics, but take both of his hands into yours. you hold them up to your lips, giving him a few kisses around both of his wrists. "maybe that's better?"

"perfect." his voice is low, arms snaking around your waist to tug you closer. "i think they're completely fine now."

"let me at least get you something in the morning?"

"mmm. shush and sleep now."

and there it was, an order – back in control already. just like he should be.

[moonlight-records]

Decorating side quest| LN4 (HAC #5)

pairing: ln4 x reader

summary: You want to get a head start on decorating. Your boyfriend is willing to help when it's not first thing in the morning and his dick is doing all the thinking and talking.

warning: suggestive beginning, handjob (not shown. m solo), fluff, suggestive ending, lando is HORNY!!!! let that boy HIT

fc: none!

wc: 1.9K

a/n: day 5 of moonlight records holiday advent calendar!

day 1 | day 2 | day 3 | day 4 | current day | day 6

Lando stirs as the sunlight creeps past the curtain. He rolls over and buries his face into the pillow as he tries to will himself back to sleep. Stretching his arm out he sighs contently as he settles back down in bed before he turns his head. Opening his eyes slowly he blinks slightly when he realizes that you’re not in bed next to him. Frowning slightly, Lando stares at the empty spot next to him as he finally rolls onto his back as he finally hears the faint sound of Christmas music from downstairs. Forcing himself out of bed, Lando grabs the first pair of sweatpants off the ground and puts them on as he ventures out of the bedroom.

“Woah.” Lando murmurs to himself seeing the hall decorated. Holiday scented candles and bowls are on the small table as well as a little Christmas village now stands on the black nightstand that typically held Lando’s mini helmets. Stepping closer Lando can’t help but laugh gently seeing that you had incorporated a few mini helmets within the village. He makes his way downstairs, mindful of the garland (with lights within the garland) that wraps around the railing as the music gets louder.

“Y/N?” Lando calls out.

“Living room!”

Lando pads into the living room and stops. His eyes fall on you, bent over one of the boxes pulling out decorations as a smirk crosses the Brit’s face. Making his way over quietly, Lando stands behind you before grabbing your hips and pulling you back against him. “Lando!” You squeal gently with a giggle and his smirk grows wider when you try to pull away as he pulls you back against him, “Be careful now, love. Wouldn’t want you falling over or anything. But don’t you worry, I got you from riiiiight here.” He offers an innocent smile when you stand up and look over your shoulder to glare playfully at him before he wiggles his brows.

“Lando. It’s,” You turn your head to read the digital clock before looking back, “just reaching ten in the morning. Can’t you wait till I finish?” Lando hums when you gently grab his chin and pull him in to smother him in kisses while moving his hand and grabbing your ass and grins when you squeak. “What’s the fun in that? Besides, you've already got the upstairs done. Speaking of, how long have you been at this?”

“Barely. I did what I could without waking you before I decided to work downstairs. I’ve been up since,” you think, “7ish?”

“7!?” Lando reels back slightly in surprise, “why are you up so early?! Isn’t it your day off?”

“Yeah but,” you shrug, “force of habit waking up early and couldn’t fall asleep again so I decided to decorate,” you explain as you turn to properly face your boyfriend. You giggle as Lando shifts and you feel his half hard on pressing against your inner thigh. Tipping your head slightly, you hum as Lando murmurs something about ‘taking a quick break’ and ‘being able to help with that’ as he kisses your neck, causing you to shiver and dig your nails into his biceps. “Mmm,” Lando hums against your skin, “it seems like you want to take a break.”

You let your eyes slip close and bite down on your bottom lip. It was such a tempting offer but when your eyes open and land on the many boxes. It helps you find your resolve as you gently drag your nails down his neck and shoulders to his chest before patting his chest and pulling back. “As much as I appreciate the offer, these decorations are not going to go up by themselves.” You hum softly while kissing his cheek and turning.

Lando groans loudly and tries to pull you back to him but you’re faster. He huffs before pouting while staring at you. His eyes fall on your ass once again and he licks his lips gently trying his hardest to behave. By behaving he really means trying to figure out what’s the quickest way you’ll let him pin you to the nearest surface and sink into your warm cu–

“Landoooooo.”

Green eyes meet yours as he blinks and shakes his head out a bit. “I’m sorry love, what did you say?”

You giggle softly while tilting your head slightly as you study your boyfriend. “I asked if you wanted to help but it seems that you’re a bit distracted…” your voice trails off as you look down at the evident hard on outlined by his sweatpants before flicking your gaze back up to Lando.

Lando smirks slightly as he raises a brow. Lando wants nothing more than to let his dick do all the thinking and talking but glancing at the boxes littering the living room, his dick would have to take a back seat. He couldn’t stomach the thought of you putting up all the decorations by yourself. You had already done so much with the upstairs for the past three hours and you had a long way to go.

“Let me shower and I’ll be right back to help you.” Lando decides and gently grabs your wrist and pulls you in for a quick forehead kiss. He starts to walk backwards as he pulls you with him trying so hard to coax you, “unless you want a quick shower from working soooo hard. You deserve such a long and hot shower.” He grins seeing you following him before he stops and pouts when you pull your wrist away, giggling. “Good try, Mr. Norris but not this time.” You wink and Lando watches you for a moment with a fond smile before heading up to shower.

You hum along to your music as the shower runs in the background. You stop because you swear you hear a moan and listen before laughing breathlessly as you shake your head slightly. “Fucking minx,” you murmur fondly because you do hear moaning. It seems Lando is taking care of his little “distraction” and is making it very clear you know that too. In retaliation to keep your will strong you turn the music up to drown out Lando’s moans. 

You move about the living room and kitchen with ease as you clean and decorate. You hum gently as you go through the boxes and lay everything out. “Wow.” Lando says as he comes over to you sitting on the floor among everything. You look up as Lando is drying his hair as he looks down at everything. “Thinking of where you want everything?”

“Yeah.” You look back, “I don’t know. Nothing’s really jumping out to me, you know? It’s our first Christmas together and I want it to be special but I just…have nothing.” 

Lando nods and hums as he squats down next to you. “I see. Well, why don’t we do something with my helmets.” Lando looks at you smiling, “like what you did upstairs with my mini helmets in the village which by the way, is so freaking adorable.” You stare at your boyfriend before grabbing his face gently. “Oh my god babe! You’re a genius!” You grin as Lando blushes slightly as he smiles, “I am?” He tilts his head. 

“Yes! It’s been right in front of us! Babe, we can have an F1 Christmas!”

Lando looks up as he grins, “Yes! Oh my god! We can use the rest of the mini helmets and maybe find some F1 themed decorations but,” digging through, “we could use the garland for the time being. Maybe we can get those Christmas lights that change color.” He digs through, “oh! Here’s some table cloths we could decorate and maybe we can take different bits from your various Christmas villages–do you get gifted these often?” “Yes. I think they’re neat.” “Noted, anyway! We can make our own little track and paddock from whatever circuit you want.” Lando stands up looking at you. “What do you think?” 

“I think that’s perfect!”

“Great!” Lando clasps his hand softly, “let’s get started, shall we?” You grin softly and nod as the two of you sit down and start going through all the decorations, picking and choosing what you guys want. When the afternoon starts rolling around Lando so graciously gets dressed and the bag of outside decorations to decorate while you have been doing some arts and crafts. You have your tongue sticking out while painting one of the village people as Lando passes by, kissing your forehead, and venturing to decorate outside. When you finished painting you move to make paper snowflakes while they dried before you took to decorating the kitchen.

The doorbell system chimes when the front door opens about half an hour later before it slams shut. “Sorry!” Lando shouts as he shuffles into the kitchen all bundled up. “It’s so fucking windy but I got the decorations up.” He smiles when you pass a mug of hot chocolate into his hands and sips it, groaning in relief as the warmth spreads through him. God, just what he needed. Lando finally takes this chance to look around. “Wow! Babe, this is great.”

You look up and smile. You turned the kitchen into a little town square deal. You decided to get crafty and made paper snowflakes and colored them the different colors of the teams. The counter and kitchen island was littered with different villages with people. Some ice skating, some walking, and some shopping. Lando looks closely at your creation and laughs seeing that you had spent your time during the snowflake creation; you had also taken people from the village and painted over their clothes. You come over and giggle softly holding a mug of chocolate, “aren’t they cute? The employees deserve a break too you know,” you tease as Lando laughs louder as he leans back before sipping his hot chocolate. “Oh darling, it's wonderful. Do you need help with anything else?”

“Not really. I ordered some decorations for the living room and stairs and for the Christmas tree.” You pause as you sip your own hot chocolate, “which I also ordered. I hope you didn’t want a real tree because we’re getting a fake one.”

“God no I should not be trusted with a real tree. Fake one is perfect. When is everything coming?”

“It says by tomorrow night. I’m thinking we can circle back over the weekend to finish?” You ask and Lando nods as he sips his hot chocolate. “Perfect.”

Once Lando changes, the two of you settle down on the couch and watch some TV. Your gaze wanders often to your boyfriend, admiring him. His face is still flushed from being outside and you let your eyes wander to his biceps and those sweatpants. Those fucking sweatpants. Standing up you announce that you’re going to change and disappear to your shared bedroom. 

“Oh Lando!” Lando brings his gaze away from the TV and his eyes nearly pop out of his head as his jaw falls open. You’re standing in the doorway in lingerie but fuck him was it even lingerie. It was bright red and thin. The bra was a bow that just barely covers your chest with a matching g-string that leaves such little to the imagination. Lando’s mouth goes dry as he forces his jaw shut as he wets his lips. “Hm?” Lando asks as his gaze is brought back to your face and he sees your lips moving. “I said, since you did an excellent job helping me decorate you get to open one of your Christmas presents early.” You wink before squealing and trying to book it back to the bedroom as Lando pounces. He’s got you by the waist, lips attacking your neck as you two stumble to the bedroom.

“Best Christmas present. Ever.”

[chamberkat]

(nsfw under the cut)

the real reason why Oscar looked so flushed with his hair and clothes ruffled:

[fanfictionismyaddiction]

Loosing focus

Word count: 660

Pairing: Lando Norris x reader

Summary: A lazy evening at home turns heated when Y/n becomes irresistibly drawn to her boyfriend Lando, unable to ignore the tension building between them.

Warning: suggestiv

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Lando was sitting on the couch, barefoot, in a hoodie and a pair of gray sweatpants that hung just right. His curls were an absolute mess, and he had a slight scruff on his jaw, making him look even more annoyingly good. He was laughing at something on the TV, completely unaware of the fact that you hadn’t absorbed a single word of the show because your focus was entirely on him.

Every little thing about him was driving you wild tonight—the way his arm rested along the back of the couch, his stupid little dimples when he smiled, the faint scent of his cologne mixed with the warmth of his skin. You could feel the heat pooling low in your belly, your cheeks flushed, and the ache growing impossible to ignore.

You shifted in your spot next to him, trying to sit still, but your legs brushed against his, and it sent a jolt through your body.

“You alright there, love?” Lando asked, turning to look at you with that boyish grin of his.

“Yeah,” you said, maybe too quickly, as you crossed your legs and tried to look normal. “I’m fine.”

He raised an eyebrow, clearly unconvinced. “You sure? You’ve been fidgeting all night.”

You swallowed hard, biting your lip as you glanced at him, your resolve crumbling. “I’m just… distracted.”

“Distracted?” His grin widened, and he leaned closer, his face now only inches from yours. “By what?”

“By you,” you admitted, your voice barely above a whisper.

He blinked, caught off guard, but the smirk quickly returned. “Me? What did I do?”

“Exactly,” you huffed. “You’re just sitting there looking… like that.”

“Like what?” he teased, leaning even closer now, his eyes sparkling with mischief.

“Like—ugh, you’re impossible.” You grabbed a throw pillow and smacked him with it, trying to distract yourself from the way his proximity was making you feel.

But Lando wasn’t about to let it go. He caught the pillow, laughing as he tossed it aside. “You’re horny, aren’t you?”

Your eyes widened, your face heating instantly. “Lando!”

“What?” he said, feigning innocence as he leaned back, looking all too pleased with himself. “I’m just stating facts. You can’t even sit still, and now you’re blushing.”

You groaned, covering your face with your hands. “Shut up.”

“Why should I? This is great.” He scooted closer, his voice dropping slightly as he added, “You know, if you wanted me to do something about it, you could’ve just said so.”

His tone sent a shiver down your spine, and you peeked at him through your fingers. “And what are you going to do about it?”

Lando’s grin softened into something a little more serious, his hand brushing against your thigh. “Oh, I’ve got a few ideas,” he murmured, his voice low and teasing.

Your heart skipped a beat as his hand trailed upward, his touch sending sparks through your skin. Whatever was on Netflix was long forgotten as Lando shifted, pulling you closer until you were straddling his lap.

“I knew you couldn’t resist me,” he teased, his hands settling on your waist.

“Shut up and kiss me,” you shot back, grabbing his hoodie and pulling him in.

And for once, he did exactly what you asked.

[rose24207]

Off-camera temptations

Summary: Lando gets caught off guard when you flash him off-camera during a TikTok prank, but his playful confusion quickly turns into suggestive teasing

Genre: humor, suggestive

TW: flashing, kissing, teasing

A/N: saw this on TikTok and thought it was funny lmfaooo! Let me know if you want more pranks or trends!! English is not my first language. I hope you enjoy it though! Requests are open and welcome!

Masterlist

Lando was sprawled out on the couch, still in his post-workout clothes, scrolling through his phone while you prepared your next mischievous plan. You’d come across the perfect TikTok trend earlier, one that involved flashing your partner off-camera and secretly recording their reaction.

Lando had no idea what was about to hit him.

“Hey, babe,” you called sweetly, grabbing your phone and setting it up on the coffee table.

“Hmm?” he replied lazily, not even looking up.

“Come here for a sec,” you said, beckoning him over. “I need you for a quick TikTok.”

His eyebrows furrowed slightly, but he set his phone aside and got up. “You’re not about to prank me, are you?”

“Of course not,” you replied, feigning innocence. “Just a reaction video. Super simple.”

Lando gave you a skeptical look but stood next to you in front of the camera. “Alright, but if you pie me in the face or something, I’m out.”

“No pies,” you promised, hitting record.

The two of you stood side by side, the playful dynamic you shared evident in the way he glanced at you, clearly waiting for the catch.

“Okay, just stay here for a sec,” you said, stepping off-camera as if to adjust something behind the phone.

Lando’s attention followed you for a moment before he looked back at the camera, his expression mildly confused. “What are you—”

Before he could finish, you turned toward him, lifting your shirt just enough to flash him.

His reaction was immediate. His head whipped toward you, his eyes wide. “Wait—what?”

He blinked, his brain clearly short-circuiting. “Did you just—?”

You said nothing, biting your lip to suppress a laugh as you stayed just out of the camera’s view.

Lando glanced at the phone, then back at you, his cheeks turning a deep shade of pink. “You’re joking, right? You didn’t just—”

When you didn’t respond, only giving him a teasing smirk, he ran a hand through his hair, letting out a soft laugh. “You’re insane.”

He hesitated for a moment, his gaze flickering to the camera as if debating whether to stay in the frame. Then, with a low chuckle, he muttered, “Alright, if that’s how you want to play…”

To your surprise, Lando stepped out of the frame, closing the distance between you in a few quick strides.

“Lando!” you whispered, your voice full of nervous laughter.

He didn’t stop. Instead, he leaned in, his hands settling on your waist as his voice dropped to a low murmur. “You can’t just flash me and expect me to stand there like nothing happened.”

Your breath hitched as his fingers slid up to brush the bare skin under your shirt.

“Lando, the camera—”

He smirked, his lips dangerously close to your ear. “Let it record. They won’t see anything.”

Your cheeks burned as his hands tightened on your hips, pulling you closer. The playful energy between you shifted, the air thick with tension.

“I should’ve known you’d take this as a challenge,” you whispered, your voice barely steady.

“Oh, absolutely,” he replied, his tone dripping with mischief. “You just made the mistake of starting something you can’t finish.”

Your pulse raced as his lips ghosted over your neck, teasing and deliberate. “Lando,” you murmured, half warning, half plea.

He chuckled, the sound low and rough. “What? Don��t tell me you’re shy now.”

Before you could respond, his hand slid down to your thigh, his touch sending a shiver through you. He tilted his head, his mouth brushing against your ear.

“You’re not getting back on camera until I’m satisfied,” he murmured, his voice full of promise.

Your knees felt weak as his hands moved with purposeful slowness, igniting every nerve. The fact that the phone was still recording only added to the thrill.

“Lando,” you said again, breathless.

“Hmm?” he hummed, his lips trailing softly along your jaw.

“What are you doing?”

He grinned, pulling back just enough to meet your gaze. His eyes were dark, full of mischief and desire. “Whatever I want.”

Thank you for reading!

[leftneb]

[jyjkj]

Suggested by @oscahpitlane :D

[princemick]

Lando in January 2022

[reddystripes]

“You won’t be able to get a peep out of me no matter how hard you try.”

“Said who?”

“Me?”

“What makes you so sure?”

“I know I’m capab— Ah—”

“Hm? Cat got your tongue?”

“Mm, n-not fair!”

“What do you mean?”

“Oscah, I can see you smiling.”

“And I can see you panting.”

[ilikecarsandlike4people]

Great to see doodle hour again. Did you see the video of Lando and puppies from Battersea Dogs Home? A doodle of him with the three puppies in his lap would be awesome. Thanks for all your lovely drawings ❤️

Friends!🐶🐶🐶

[wasyno]

It's Called Free Will by @cx-boxbox has a choke hold on me. It's the perfect amount of crack fic mixed in with incredible writing. If you haven't read it, check it out on ao3. It's lovely and I suggest you do

CX, i hope you like it and enjoy all the little easter eggs i put in :)

also if certain people look a little funky i'm sorry, it's my first time drawing them :/

[httpiastri]

nsfw alphabet – ln4

author's note: this pretty much wrote itself, oh my god. hope you enjoy (and hoping for some good results this weekend!!)

nsfw content below !! minors dni !!!

a – aftercare (what he is like after sex)

after sex, lando craves having you near him. he needs his skin on yours, he needs to kiss you, he needs to hold you. it doesn't matter if he's just fucked you senseless, he still can't live on if he doesn't feel your body pressed up against him.

lando gets soft and mushy after sex, and especially if he's been in a certain type of mood; he just needs to make sure you're alright and that you understand that even if he got a little too into it, he's still your cute and sweet boyfriend. he thanks you for being there, he asks you if you're feeling good, and makes sure he wasn't too rough with you.

another thing about lando after sex is that he loves cockwarming. the first time you tried it was probably just because he was lazy, too tired to pull out, but after then it's so much more. again, it's that craving for your touch and what better way than to completely drown in you all night? he doesn't care if you're both sweaty or sticky or if your combined juices make a mess of the sheets. that's a problem for another day.

b – body part (his favorite body part of his and also his partner's body)

lando likes a lot of his own body parts for different reasons. his tongue because of the way he knows it makes you feel and because he's confident in his skills with it. he likes his hands, the size of them and the way they never fail to make your back arch off the bed (and because of how they look wrapped around your wrists, your legs, your waist, your neck...). he knows his neck makes you go crazy, and he'll think about you leaving a trail of lovebites down it whenever he does his neck exercises at the gym. but honestly, i think he just really likes all of his muscles, partly because of how defined they are and how good they look, but also a lot of it is because of how strong he is; he loves being able to hold your body down in bed, or hold you up in the shower, or throw you over his shoulder and toss you onto the bed.

i genuinely can't figure out if i think he's an ass guy or a boobs guy – i'm pretty sure he's both, and he's obsessed. it doesn't matter if you're petite or curvy or somewhere in between, he's pretty much gawking at you 24/7. if you're turned towards him, he's happy to have a view of your chest. if you've got your back turned against him, his eyes won't be leaving your gorgeous butt. his hands will be on them all the time, doesn't matter if you're out in public or home in your apartment. he needs to feel you, and nothing satisfies his needs as much as having his favorite body parts of his favorite person in his hands.

c – cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

oh he's good with anything. coming inside you, in your mouth, over your chest, doesn't matter. he finds it all so insanely hot. seeing you lick it up? he's dead. seeing you lick your own cum from his fingers after he's fingered you? even more dead.

d – dirty secret (pretty self-explanatory, a dirty secret of his)

lando loves a good photograph – and that definitely goes for pictures of you. you bet he's got a whole private folder on his phone of just pictures of you on top of his covers, hickeys adorning your skin... ass or breasts on full display... tied up to the bed frame or with one of his hands wrapped around your neck... of course, the two of you have had a serious conversation about it to make sure it's consensual, and he would never ever even think of showing anyone else, he's far too possessive for that. they're purely for his own enjoyment.

the only thing that makes him even more aroused than pictures of you is videos... he's a bit shy to bring it up but he would love to make some kind of softer sex tape one day. but for now, he'll settle for the short clips he has of himself slowly thrusting into you or you riding him.

e – experience (how experienced is he? does he know what he's doing?)

lando is experienced, no doubt. mostly with casual hookups, though, which i think influences his style. he definitely knows what he's doing, he knows every little secret about your body and what every touch will make you feel. he also surprises you with a new trick every once in a while that just blows your mind because how can he still impress you even after all this time? that's just lando.

f – favorite position (this goes without saying)

lando doesn't settle for just one position, he wants you every way all the time. he loves to switch positions mid-way through just to get another angle and another feel of you. plus, the bonus of getting to see different parts of you is great. doggy just to have his hands on your ass, cowgirl to get to see your breasts bounce... he doesn't really have a set favorite, anything that makes you both feel good is perfect for him.

g – goofy (is he more serious in the moment? is he humorous? etc.)

oh he can definitely be goofy with it. lando laughs at pretty much everything and that doesn't just go away in the bedroom. it's not overly frequent, like he doesn't just crack jokes out of nowhere, but he's a smiley dude. he's also very teenage boy-ish, which leads to a lot of laughter and funny situations.

h – hair (how well groomed is he? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

i don't think he cares too much, to be fair. he's tried shaving a couple of times just to see how it looks, but he's much too lazy to keep up with it. as long as you don't mind a lot, he will just let it grow however it wants.

i – intimacy (how is he during the moment? the romantic aspect)

he's intimate, sure, but not overly romantic i think. there are moments or certain occasions where he definitely is, though; he enjoys getting all romantic and fluffy for you every once in a while. but for him, most of the romance comes after it. the aftercare is where he'll show just how sweet and domestic he can be.

j – jack off (masturbation headcanon)

he used to love a good handjob, especially during a race weekend when he didn't have access to any girls and just needed to blow off some steam. but ever since he started getting with you, it's just not the same anymore... he misses your touch, the feeling of sinking into you, getting to hear your whiny breaths as he fucks you. he doesn't properly get off by himself unless he's watching a video of you or looking at a particularly suggestive picture you've sent him.

k – kink (one or more of his kinks)

i think lando definitely has a bulge kink. seeing your stomach move around when he thrusts into you makes him so weak. also, i'm sorry but he has a bit of a pregnancy kink, too. especially after spending days with baby relatives or just seeing kids around. it doesn't come out very often, but don't be surprised when he gets all "you'd look so good with my baby inside you" and "let's make that belly round and beautiful, hm?"...

l – location (favorite places to do the do)

i feel like the location doesn't matter a lot to him. bedroom, kitchen, living room, bathroom, the windowsill that any of his neighbors could look through any day... having someone watch you two doesn't matter to him; he just feels like a generous boy for giving them a treat.

he isn't shy to get it on in public, either. obviously, behind closed doors is a must, but if he gets particularly horny at a friend's party? then the bathroom seems like a good place to spend some time. he isn't shy to play a little with you in public either, his hand on your thigh underneath the table at the club slowly but surely inching up... and giving you a few teasing strokes until you're begging for him to just take you home...

one of his weaknesses is swimming pool sex. as long as there's no one else in the pool, it doesn't matter if there are friends nearby (if it's a pool party, etc.); he just loves the feeling of the water around you and how easy it is to slip into you.

don't know where else to put this than here, but i think it's very important to add that lando does not care at all who else is near when you're around and he's in a mood. pda is his middle name, and his hands will be on you at all times. holding your hand, wrapping an arm around your waist, a hand on your ass...

if you're at a party, lando will be upset if you choose a seat that isn't his lap. having you straddle his thighs or sitting sideways in his lap is his biggest wish, and he feels like the world's luckiest man whenever you give him the pleasure of doing it. he also loves it because it means he can make sure you're not off talking to some creepy dude, and that everyone sees who you belong to. lando is very possessive and this is the perfect way to keep his possessiveness in check.

m – motivation (what turns him on, gets him going)

honestly, it's not hard at all to rile lando up. he can and wants to get with you at all times. but drunk lando = extra horny lando. never is lando as frisky as when he's downed a few drinks (or half a champagne bottle on the podium). his hands will be on you constantly.

whenever you wear anything that shows off your cleavage, he's done. his brain will short circuit.

as i've covered before, and will cover again, lando is possessive, but also quite easily jealous. seeing you with some other dude makes him really easily riled up. it's not that he likes it – he hates the thought of you actually being with another man – but just a little teasing never hurt anyone. he's too confident in himself and he knows that you love him and only him, that even when he sees you flirt with someone else, it doesn't upset him because he understands that it's all just a game.

n – no (something he wouldn't do, turn-offs)

lando doesn't like to share you. he thinks it's cool that you flirt with other men, but if you were to ever cross the line and actually do something with another man, he would be so mad (and not in a good way-). he could possibly be up for a threesome if you really want to, but he needs to be there and he will be watching over the other guy with so much suspicion. he would want to make sure that you're enjoying everything he's doing much more than the other dude, and to be fair it would pretty much eventually turn out to be just regular sex between the two of you with the other man just not being involved.

o – oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

he loves both of them. he's a messy giver, hastily licks and just eating you out like a starved man. he loves the taste of you – he swears it's one of his favorite things in the world – and he will just never get sick of it. he can go over and over, a million rounds, until he has you completely ruined underneath him; legs trembling, eyes rolled back, brain empty of thoughts.

your blow jobs, though, are like god's gift to him. he would never force you to give him them, but oh does he think about them about 24/7. unless you're completely oblivious, you'll understand quite quickly how much he enjoys them. and why would you not want to please him and make him as happy as he wants? he gets completely lost in the feeling, his hands tangling in your hair and fingers pulling on it, guiding you up and down... and he just can't hold back from thrusting ever so slightly into it. you're just too good – and you bet he'll praise you for it.

p – pace (is he fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

i think this can vary a bit, actually. fast and rough sometimes, slow but deep and hard other times. it's not often that he's on the sensual side, though it does happen every once in a while. but you bet he's going to pour all of his energy into it and make it real hot and needy, no matter the pace.

q – quickie (his opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

he definitely likes a good old quickie! you've both gotten quite used to them, especially during race weekends when you have a tight schedule. if you're really really tight on time, a quick blowjob does the job, too.

r – risk (is he game to experiment? does he take risks? etc.)

definitely. he loves trying new things to spice things up, and he's not shy to experiment and take a risk that maybe not everyone else would. he would adore having a partner who's as open to experimenting as he is, it would just make him feel so free and non-judged. if you get to see lando in his fully comfortable state, you'll definitely find him suggesting all kinds of things.

s – stamina (how many rounds can he go for? how long does he last?)

lando is obsessed with you, so nothing can tire him out. he can last forever (or, at least so he thinks).

t – toys (does he own toys? does he use them? on a partner or himself?)

as we've talked about already, lando is up for anything. bring up any kind of toys and he's sold. he's also really curious about how you please yourself when he's away, so you bet he will love watching you get off without him helping you out.

u – unfair (how much he likes to tease)

lando is definitely a big tease. pressing pecks all over your body except for where you really need and want him, fingers stroking up and down your sides a little too lightly for your taste; leaning back when you lean in to kiss him, pressing a finger to your lips with a silly grin on his lips; pulling out of you just as you're about to reach your climax, tilting his head and letting out a little "oh? you wanted to come? sorry, baby. you'll have to beg for it"....

this also happens, maybe even more, when you're in public. he doesn't care who's around; he knows you get a little extra tense and that you're easier to work up when you don't want anyone to know what lando is doing to you. his specialty is kneeling down and pretending to tie your shoelace or brush away some dirt from your heels, and when no one is looking, he makes sure to press a short trail of kisses right above your knee and up the inside of your thigh. it makes you react with the same wide eyes and speechlessness every time, and he loves it. almost as much as he loves seeing your friends ask you what's wrong.

v – volume (how loud he is, what sounds he makes, etc.)

lando is not scared of being loud, he's very very vocal during sex. he loves to moan, seeing it as a way to let you know how good he thinks you feel. he's the type to moan and groan even when he's the one doing the work; just watching your juices drip out of you brings a warm sensation to his chest because he's the one who did that. you react like that to him and only him.

he also loves to talk you through it. a lot of guiding, even though you already know what to do, and a lot of praise.

w – wild card (a random headcanon)

one thing lando thinks is the maybe hottest thing you can do is pull on his chains when he's wearing them... just yanking him towards you so that you can press your lips to his, it has him dead in seconds.

he also has a thing for seeing you wear necklaces or chains (esp his chains) because it reminds him of this other type of necklace that he loves seeing around your throat much more...

x – x-ray (let's see what's going on under those clothes)

he's a big boy for sure. thickness is his strongest suit but he's got some good length too.

y – yearning (how high is his sex drive?)

as i've said before, lando is obsessed with you, so he could have sex with you anytime anywhere. there's not going to be a time where he doesn't want to have sex with you.

z – zzz (how quickly he falls asleep afterward)

i think it depends. if you've been at it for a while and he's very energetically drained, he'll be quick to fall asleep. but in some other cases, it takes him a long while to mentally calm down from his high and actually relax his mind. he'll be all pumped up.

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Smut for Max Verstappen plssssssss 🥺

Hello! So... I have been working on this Lando x Max story, in which they are competing for the same girl and I can add the smut here. Soooooo, I'll be sharing a sneak peak and you tell me what you think.

PS: I don't actually have a title for this story so any suggestions are welcome :)

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Synopsis: Lando and Max are already opponents on the F1 races but what happens when they become opponents on the love race as well?

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Lando’s eyes had already been caught up by her frame in Belgium during a Martin Garrix’s concert in Tomorrowland. Now she was there again, in a tennis club in Amsterdam, almost like a vulture on a damn white tennis skirt, holding a racket and wearing a white visor. The sweat was dripping off her whole skin, which in his masculine opinion was showing up a lot, which meant it was perfect. Her tanned skin was delicious, he could lick it all even with the whole sweat thing. He was kinda disgusting, wasn’t he? He didn’t mind. He had an angel playing tennis right in front of him and nothing could ruin that moment…. Except for Max. Max Verstappen: three times Formula 1 world champion and, recently, new single lad. Of course he and Lando were good friends, but the British man was still a bit pissed with the Dutchman. He has been a lot lately, of course, they were rivals. “What’s up, Lando?” he said already sitting at his friends’ side while sucked the orange juice, with a straw and an umbrella, he had in hands. “Hey… I didn’t know you enjoyed tennis” “I don’t” “So what are you doing in here?” “Are you trying to get rid of me?” Max asked with a funny tone in his voice “Yes” Lando answered in his mind only. He did want to get rid of Max, not because of the championship, but because of the mysterious tennis player lady. Lando didn’t want to share her with anybody, which means if he told Max the truth, he would have to mention her, so he opted to lie. “What?! No! Of course, no. It’s just you never seemed to care about tennis” “Well, it’s because I don’t” “Which takes us back to my question: what are you doing here?” “I think this is because of me” a third masculine voice entered the conversation, it was Martin. “Hey, Marty!” Lando said with a sweet tone “Hey, Lando!” Martin used the same tone as his friend “Why do I receive a grumpy ‘hey’ and a very non-receptive greeting?” “It’s what you deserve” Lando shrugged and directed his gaze to the tennis players, looking for the pretty girl. Martin sat next to Max and greeted him in dutch. Then, Verstappen looked to a very distracted Lando and decided to destroy his peace “Why don’t you ask him what is he doing here?’” “Martin?” Lando asked without taking his eyes off the tennis court "Yes” “He enjoys tennis” Lando said as it was the most obvious thing ever “But I still don’t get why you are here” Martin giggled “Stop giggling!” Max has been in a very bad mood since his relationship ended. “I asked him to come over” Martin answered, getting Lando’s attention “Why?” “He wanted to hang, I wanted to play, so I just connected both needs” “It makes sense” then he turned back to the girl. But Lando forgot Max was the most insightful and observant guy he knows and, of course, he noticed Lando was way too much invested in that tennis court “What are you so interested in?” “Tennis, bro” “I mean what are you actually interested in?” “Tennis” “I mean, seriously” “I am being serious” and Max didn’t believe in a single world, so he decided to find out for himself. Max squeezed his eyes because of the sun and started to scan the court till he found the reason why Lando’s lips were parted and his eyes didn’t blink even for a second. He couldn't be sure if the girl in the short skirt was the reason but he was sure she was the reason, cause he found himself with the same parted lips and frozen eyes. Martin turned to his left and wondered if they both were Formula 1 drivers or statues from a museum.

"What are you guys doing?” “Watching tennis” they said in unison. Martin followed their gaze and it landed at the girl “Are you guys watching Elena playing? She’s amazing, isn’t she?” they both looked at Martin “Elena?!” “Yes” “Do you know her?!” Max asked “Yes, she’s my neighbor and good friend of mine. Do you guys want to know her?” “Yes!” they repeated the unison thing and answered Martin as he was the most idiot guy in the world “Alright, alright”. Lando was so in ecstasy with the idea of actually knowing her that he didn’t notice Max’s interest in Elena. Elena. What a beautiful name, it reminded him of Greece, he had great times there already. He wondered  how greater they could be in her company. He and Elena making love in Santorini. How great could that be? He got lost in his fantasy and when he came back to reality, she was there, standing next to Martin, rubbing a towel on her face and struggling to breathe correctly. “Great game!” “Thank you… That last set just killed me” “But you won” “Yes! What about you, Martijn, how are you doing?” “I’m good. Do you know my friends, Max and Lando?” she looked at them “Actually, I don’t” Max and Lando widened their eyes “You don’t know us?” Max asked, she crossed her arms and arched an eyebrow “No. Do you know me?” “Not till now” “Never even heard about us on social media?” Lando tried “I haven’t. Have you heard about me on social media?” “Oh, I wish”. She looked at Max and Lando, then to Martin “Are they from TikTok or something like that?” Martin laughed “No, they are from formula 1” “Oh! I don’t watch formula 1” “This is Max Verstappen, he is the world champion, and that’s Lando Norris” she uncrossed her arms “Just Lando Norris?” Max bursted out laughing and she couldn’t help but giggle a bit when Lando poked Max’s nape “He drives for McLaren” Martin tried to help. “Oh, I know about that, my father collects McLaren’s cars” Lando’s eyes brightened “I collect them too!” “Do you pay for the cars?” “No” “That’s awesome, a good and fanatic collector would go crazy with some kind of advantage like that” “I’m still sane” she laughed, warming Lando’s heart with that beautiful smile “Good for you… I’m going back to the game, guys. Nice to meet you both and to see you, Martin” “Bye!” they said in unison “Bye” and she left. Then, Lando noticed: Max had the same dumb expression he had, fuck.

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Stream interrupted

Summary: While Lando is streaming, his focus shifts completely when he sees you dressed in a revealing Halloween outfit, leading to a steamy distraction that leaves both of you cutting the stream for a more private celebration.

Genre: suggestive

TW: Kissing, flirting, stream is onto it

A/N: woahhh okay I see how it is heheh! English is not my first language. I hope you enjoy it though! Requests are open and welcome!

Based of this request

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Lando had been streaming for a couple of hours, chatting casually with his viewers while navigating a chaotic session of F1 24. His banter was light and easy, the kind of vibe that kept his audience hooked, but his attention wasn’t entirely on the game tonight.

You were in the bedroom getting ready for a Halloween party with friends. You had shown Lando your outfit earlier—a silver glitter mini dress with sheer cutouts that hugged your figure perfectly, paired with heels and your hair tied up in a sleek ponytail. And to say Lando had been caught off guard was an understatement.

The door to the streaming room opened, and you stepped inside. Lando’s eyes immediately darted up from the screen, his jaw tightening as he took you in. The dress was even more stunning under the soft glow of the room’s LED lights, the high ponytail giving you an effortlessly sultry look.

“Babe…” he said, the word slipping out almost breathlessly. His hands froze mid-motion on his controller, completely forgetting the game.

You smirked, leaning casually against the doorframe. “How do I look?”

Lando’s gaze swept over you, lingering a moment too long before flicking back up to your eyes. His cheeks flushed slightly, and he let out a low, awkward laugh. “Uh, yeah. You look… yeah.”

The chat, of course, caught everything.

WHO IS THAT?!

Lando.exe has stopped working.

Bro is down BAD!

That’s not just a distraction—that’s a GAME OVER.

You laughed at his reaction, stepping closer to adjust the collar of his black hoodie. “You’re streaming, aren’t you?”

“Y-yeah,” he stammered, his eyes darting to the chat, then back to you. “But I think they’re, uh… preoccupied now.”

The chat was, indeed, losing its collective mind.

Lando’s chat is no longer about racing, it’s about thirst.

Viewer count just went up by 500, bro.

Cancel the game, we’re here for the drama.

You leaned closer to the mic, grinning mischievously. “Hi, chat. Hope you’re enjoying the stream.”

The influx of messages only grew:

She’s STUNNING.

Marry her immediately.

We’re ALL simping now.

Lando groaned, muting his mic quickly. “You’re gonna kill me, you know that?”

“Why?” you teased, tilting your head innocently. “Because I’m going out, or because of the outfit?”

“Both,” he muttered, running a hand through his curls. His eyes darkened slightly as he glanced at you again. “Mostly the outfit. Do you really have to go?”

You raised an eyebrow. “Jealous much?”

“No,” he replied too quickly, then added under his breath, “Okay, maybe a little.”

You chuckled, brushing your fingers along his jawline. “Relax, Lando. It’s just a party.”

“Yeah, but you look…” He swallowed hard, his words trailing off. His gaze lingered for a moment too long, and his audience noticed when he unmuted.

Lando, your face is giving EVERYTHING away.

Man’s fully simping LIVE.

Call it, mate—you’ve lost this battle.

Lando cleared his throat, forcing himself to turn back to the screen. “Alright, chat, back to racing—no distractions now,” he said, though his voice was less convincing than he’d hoped.

You smirked, leaning down to press a kiss to his cheek. “Have fun, babe. Don’t wait up.”

As you walked away, Lando’s head whipped back toward you, his brows furrowed. “Wait—are you seriously going? Like… right now?”

You stopped in the doorway, looking back at him with a sly smile. “Maybe.”

Lando stared at you for a moment, then abruptly turned to his stream. “Alright, chat. Stream’s over. Gotta go. Bye.”

Before the chat could react, he ended the broadcast, spinning his chair around to face you fully. “You’re not going anywhere in that dress.”

You tilted your head at Lando, feigning innocence, “What are you going to do about it, Norris? Stop me?”

His smirk deepened as he got up from his gaming chair, his movements slow and deliberate. His eyes never left yours, their intensity making your stomach flip.

“Oh, I’m definitely stopping you,” he said, his voice low and confident.

You couldn’t help but laugh softly, crossing your arms. “And how exactly do you plan on doing that?”

He was standing in front of you now, his hands sliding around your waist as he pulled you closer. “I’ll start by telling you that there’s no way I’m letting anyone else see you in this dress.”

Your cheeks flushed at the way his gaze dropped to your lips, but you weren’t ready to give in so easily. “Lando, it’s just a party. You’re being dramatic.”

“Dramatic?” he echoed, arching a brow. His fingers toyed with the fabric at your hip, his touch sending a shiver down your spine. “You think this is me being dramatic? Babe, you haven’t seen anything yet.”

Before you could respond, he closed the space between you, his lips capturing yours in a kiss that was far from innocent. It was heated, possessive, and left no room for protest.

Your hands instinctively found their way to his shoulders, gripping his hoodie as he deepened the kiss.

When he finally pulled back, his forehead rested against yours, both of you breathing heavily. “Still think you’re going out?” he murmured, his voice laced with amusement.

You rolled your eyes, though your resolve was quickly crumbling. “You’re ridiculous, you know that?”

“And yet you love me for it,” he quipped, his trademark grin back in full force.

You sighed, pretending to consider your options. “Alright, fine. I won’t go. But only because I don’t feel like dealing with your jealous streak all night.”

“Jealous streak?” he repeated, feigning offense. “I’m not jealous. I’m just… territorial.”

You burst out laughing, swatting his chest lightly. “Sure, Lando. Whatever helps you sleep at night.”

He chuckled, pulling you back into his arms. “No, seriously. Stay. We can have our own little party right here. No clubs, no crowds, just us. What do you think?”

You raised a brow. “And what exactly does this ‘party’ of yours entail?”

Lando’s grin turned mischievous as he leaned in, his lips brushing against your ear. “Oh, I have a few ideas.”

The heat in his voice sent a thrill through you, and you couldn’t help but smile. “Alright, Norris. You win. Let’s see what you’ve got.”

And needless to say, you didn’t regret skipping the party.

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