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chilling-seavey · 6 months ago

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Dreamland (ln4) - Part Four

↳ A/N I think it's time to introduce some new characters, don't you? You might hear some more familiar names in this part ;)

↳ Inspired By: 'Daydreaming' by Harry Styles

↳ Summary: Lando's life feels like it’s finally working out and that is all thanks to you and the opportunities you open up for him

↳ Pairings: Fanboy Lando Norris x Famous!Author!Fem!Reader (NO use of y/n), University Student Lando x Internet Friend George x Internet Friend Alex

↳ Word Count: 19.9k

↳ Warnings: 18+, NSFW, kinda slow burn?, no more details because spoilers but its the same vibe as the other parts basically LOL, Lando's so incredibly down bad

PART THREE || PART FIVE

The moment Lando set foot on the tarmac in Nice, he felt like he had made it. Sure, he had nothing to his name and was a virtual ’nobody’ in the grand scheme of things, but it was a moment he had been hyping up for months upon months. He wasn’t sure how his parents had okayed the trip in all honesty but maybe he drove them crazy just enough that they would have done anything to get him out of the house for the summer. The whole flight from Bristol felt surreal and the concept that you made the whole thing possible just for him made his smile nearly permanent. He was falling for you dangerously hard and dangerously fast without even a promise that you were official. Life was a daydream and he was willing to linger in the paradise of it all for as long as it lasted.

With his headphones on over his black beanie, Lando watched the crystal blue waters of the Mediterranean come into view closer and closer through the small window as the plane descended onto the south of France. Excitement burned in his chest when the wheels hit the ground and the pilot came over the speakers to officially welcome the passengers to Nice; the direct line on his way to the tiny yet luxurious Principality of Monaco. It had been a long time coming.

The air conditioned airport welcomed Lando from the plane and he pulled his carryon suitcase along the smooth glossy floors with him, pulling ahead from the crowd he had traveled with excitement to find you after months. His headphones had been tucked in his backpack and his sweater was draped over his arm so he had hands free to message you that he had landed.

As the escalator took him down to baggage claim, he opened the messages he had waiting from you,

-Hey you, a meeting came up last minute so I can’t pick you up myself :( but I sent my driver and he’s gonna take good care of you -Sorry to disappoint…I was looking forward to picking you up myself…but he’ll take you here to the office so I’ll see you soon!! I’m so excited 💕 landonorris: Okay 🧡 I just landed and I’ll see you soon (:

Lando was too elated to be too worried about your change of plan as the energy of the Mediterranean already seemed to have a hold on him in the best way. He powered through the crowds of bustling travelers to locate his baggage claim and retrieve his large suitcase. Without a lot to his name, his bag wasn’t overly full but he packed all he could to be ready for anything that Monaco might throw at him.

With a suitcase in each hand - a carryon and a full sized - Lando emerged through the arrivals gate to face the crowd of loved ones waiting for their travelers. He had been hoping to be able to spot your face through the crowd but with the change of plans, he was left a little in the dark for who he should be looking for. Navigating the crowd slowly, Lando scanned each passing stranger until he came upon a line up of sharply dressed men, each holding a paper sign with various names printed on them. Sure enough, one of said men was holding a crisp white paper with a carefully printed Lando NORRIS spelt out across it. It was so formal, so classy, and Lando couldn’t help but feel like some sort of important person.

He introduced himself to the driver and showed a piece of ID for verification and then he was being led out into the outdoor warmth that came with the early days of summer. The driver carried his bags for him and Lando walked with his head held high all the way down to the black Range Rover parked along the curb. While his suitcases were being loaded into the trunk, Lando snapped a picture of the car and sent it to the groupchat with his best friends.

landonorris: *sent an image* landonorris: New whip who dis georgerussell63: WOAH georgerussell63: You landed already?? landonorris: Yeah! Only a 2.5hr flight alex_albon: A RANGE ROVER GEEZ georgerussell63: Is that her car?? landonorris: Nah she got called to a last minute meeting so her driver came to get me 🤪 alex_albon: Ok sugar baby landonorris: I would not complain georgerussell63: Of course not!

The driver opened the back door for him and gestured him inside the sleek leather interior. Lando thanked himself softly and climbed in, dropping his backpack onto the seat as the door was shut behind him. He buckled up and skimmed the spotless trim of the expensive car’s interior, reaching out carefully to touch the centre console that stretched into the backseat and held two icy bottles of water.

The driver turned on the car and glanced at Lando through the rearview mirror, “There are snacks and sodas in the console if you are hungry.”

“And sodas?” Lando opened the lid of the leather trimmed console to find a refrigerated interior that was fully stocked with Coca-Cola and small bags of chips and chocolate covered pretzels. His eyes went wide, “Holy shit.”

The driver smiled to himself as he turned to look back out the windshield and put the car into drive, “Just try not to make a mess.”

“Of course.” Lando said easily. “It’s absolutely pristine in here.”

“I take pride in my job and my car.”

“As you should.” Lando nodded, holding up his phone to take another picture to share with his friends.

landonorris: *sent an image* landonorris: There’s a literal fridge in this car georgerussell63: Omg?! alex_albon: That’s amazing 😮 georgerussell63: Definitely not jealous alex_albon: Not at all landonorris: I just wanna see HER

To make the most of the drive, Lando tucked his phone away and leaned back against the leather seats to peer out the tinted windows and see the scenery as he was driven into Monaco. The traffic was a force to be reckoned with along the narrow historic streets but nothing could get in the way of Lando’s good mood and the relief he felt to finally take this step toward the life he had only dreamt about. In all honesty, it wasn’t Monaco or the expensive car or anything of the sort that brought a smile to his face - it was all you. He hadn’t seen you since your book tour when you first met and shared that magical night in your hotel room and even though you had been messaging almost daily since, nothing was quite the same as being face to face.

As your office building drew closer, home of the publishing company you were signed with, Lando only felt his heart start to race. He tended to be an avid over-thinker and this moment was no exception; wondering if you were still going to feel the same way about him when seeing him again, wondering if the people you work with knew about him and if they’d even like him, and mostly worried that he was just going to be one big old let down to you, both professionally and privately. You always had a way of making him nervous but completely unbeknownst to you.

The driver parked out front of an ornately trimmed building and got out to open the door for Lando and fetched his bags from the trunk. With a direction to the fourth floor and a wish farewell, the driver was on his way and Lando was set to fend for himself. Monaco locals who reeked of money bustled past him hurriedly on bluetooth phone calls or tourists with filming cameras in hand struggled to look where they were going and it was a near struggle to cross the sidewalk to the building’s front door without being hit by any pedestrians.

The elevator played the gentlest music when it welcomed him in and Lando watched with a calm smile as the floor numbers ticked by on the screen, counting him up to the fourth floor. The doors then opened with a soft ding and the lobby of the publishing company lay in front of him. He pulled his suitcases behind him as he approached the front desk that rested in front of the wall donning the large logo and the lady who glanced up at him from the computer sent him a warm smile.

“Good afternoon. What can I do for you today?” she greeted professionally.

“Hi.” Lando smiled softly, trying to ignore the racing of his little fanboy heart, as he gave your name and mentioned that you were expecting him. He tried not to stumble over his words too much.

“Oh, you must be Lando.” the secretary gushed without even needing to look up his name.

The way she knew his name took him by surprise but he nodded smoothly, “Y-Yes. That’s me.”

“Amazing.” she stood up from her chair and stepped out from around the desk before waving him after her to follow her down the hallway, “She is just finishing up a meeting right now but she told me to take you down to her office to wait for her. She’ll show you around the office then. We’re so excited to have you work with us this summer!”

Lando’s fluttering heart diminished slightly at the realization that the way she knew you was as the new intern and not as your so-called partner but he let it roll off his back without a flinch.

The publishing company housed the entire fourth floor with the offices and meeting rooms around the perimeter and framed in glass walls along the hallway with the general desks and work zones spaced around the centre. Compared to the almost historic and classic Monegasque exterior of the building, the interior of the office space held an air of modernity. A few people glanced up from their workstations and laptops when Lando walked past with his two suitcases but he kept his focus on the secretary and where she was leading him. At the end of the first hallway, she pushed open the glass door to the office inside and Lando was ushered in.

“Just wait in here and she should be right in to see you.” the secretary said with a smile before she was closing the door again and hurrying right back to her desk.

Surprised by the fact that he was just left there, Lando stared wide-eyed at the door for a moment from where the lady had disappeared from. He then took his first glance around your office, his suitcases still under each hand. It felt surreal to be there as he had dreamt about what it would be like for so long. At one point, it was merely a dream enough to visit your publishing company and see where your books were created yet alone to be a part of your life itself. Now he had both. Life was a daydream.

Your large white desk was organized to perfection with stacks of papers and books in a neat line and otherwise clutter-free. On the other hand, the board behind your desk housed scribbled notes and curled post-it notes with ideas and concepts on them, countering the neatness of your desk vastly. But the colour coding of markers and sticky notes only proved otherwise when he looked closer and he left his suitcases in the middle of the room as he stepped closer to your desk to take it all in.

You had a few framed pictures of your close friends and family on the edge of your desk and your wall housed framed magazine articles and copies of awards given to your best sellers. Lando felt himself swell with pride at the sight of them so he could only imagine how good it felt for you to hang each frame on the wall, recognizing your accomplishments in an office of your own. But the bound manuscript on the centre of your desk caught his eye at his closer distance and he leaned over to try and read it upside down,

Title 5

He grinned at the realization that it was the first draft of a new novel you were writing. He made a mental note to inquire about it next time he got you alone. The whole rest of the summer laid ahead of you after all. You had so much time together.

There was a piece of you in each corner of that glass framed office, not to mention the view of the Monaco harbour that sprawled outside your window between colourful scatterings of neighbouring buildings. Lando slid his hands in his pockets as he took the few slow strides across the room to stand by the window and take in the view. He had waited so long to get there. Monte Carlo made Bristol look miserable.

A dull thud had him glancing over his shoulder back towards the door, startled to see a young man staring at him through the glass wall from the hallway. When he saw that he had been caught, he stepped back slightly and adjusted the papers in his arm before giving him a half nod and then he was rushing down the hallway.

Lando barely got his hand out of his pocket to wave politely back before he had disappeared. But the glass walls and the open office plan made it easy for Lando to watch how he rushed along the length of the building and was swallowed up by passing employees bustling back and forth. The office was loud with conversation and clicking of computer keys but surprisingly the glass walls of your office hid most of the sound. He tried to keep an eye on that strange young man who had been peering in at him but he was lost to the office and crowd. Instead, Lando leaned towards the floor to ceiling window and glanced straight down the four floors to the sidewalk below, the half important influencers taking up the walking space looking far less important from that height.

The sounds of the bustling company spilling into the office had Lando turning to look back to the door again, only this time, finding the person he had been waiting for stepping inside. Your smile was enough to send his heart racing in his chest and he turned fully to face you with an unwavering grin that made his eyes scrunch closed at the corners.

“Hey, you.” you greeted sweetly, letting the door close behind you to separate you from the group of three individuals waiting in the hallway. One of which was the same young woman who had been spying on him earlier but Lando didn’t care about anyone but you in that moment, even if he suddenly felt super nervous around you again.

“Hi.” he stumbled out, taking a few strides across the spacious office as you hurried across the room to set your laptop, agenda, and paperwork in the empty space in the middle of your desk. His hands felt clammy as he stared at you in your tight pencil skirt and soft blouse and he wiped his palms on his jeans, suddenly feeling horribly under dressed.

But then you were stepping towards him and he instinctively welcomed you into a hug. Being the same height, he could hold onto you easily and he shut his eyes and dipped his face into your neck for a moment, letting himself linger in your embrace thankfully.

Your fingers scratched gently over his shoulder blades as you whispered to him, “They’re watching us.”

Lando opened his eyes and peered over your shoulder to see the three people staring at you from the hallway like you were animals at the zoo. You both stepped away from each other to try and keep some sense of professionalism in your workplace but the light blush that coloured your cheeks when you turned away from him and tucked your hair behind your ear made him bite back a little smile.

“Was your flight okay?” you asked, turning back to him again almost as if you had forgotten how to hold a steady conversation.

“Yeah.” Lando said, “Yeah, it was good. The car you sent was fucking mental.”

“With the fridge?” you smiled knowingly.

“Yes!”

“It’s pretty cool.”

Lando’s eyes glanced to the three people just past you again, curiously, and his reply to you was simply a little “mhm”.

You set a discreet hand on his forearm, “Let me show you around and introduce you to everyone.”

“Alright.” Lando agreed, only kind of hoping you’d make the first move to kiss him hello but you didn’t. He tried not to overthink it.

You led him back out of your office and into the hallway where the three were impatiently waiting. They looked almost excited when they saw him, lined up and waiting to be introduced. Lando almost felt important, especially as he briefly recognized each of them from your social media posts. He politely waited for you to introduce them before assuming, however.

“Okay, Lando, these are my closest friends from my team,” you started with the far left of their little line up, “This is Lily. She is the most talented artist I’ve ever met and the one you can thank for all those sexy cover designs and back cover illustrations.”

“Of course.” Lando smiled politely and offered his hand out, “Your work is truly incredible. Each cover is so unique but cohesive…I could almost frame them.”

“Oh, gosh, thank you so much.” she smiled shyly and shifted her sketchbooks and iPad into one arm so she could take his handshake, “So nice to meet you.”

You continued to the second in the lineup, “Charles is my official photographer for promo and for Instagram. He’s my right hand man in making sure my books and me look our best for the world.”

“Not a difficult task.” Charles scoffed in an accent Lando couldn’t quite place and he met Lando’s hand halfway for a handshake of their own.

“Especially when she looks like this day to day.” Lando agreed and cocked his head in your direction.

The three friends “ooo”ed teasingly. Lando instantly tensed as if worried he crossed a line in wherever you stood in your strange relationship but you simply batted his arm with your hand gently with a smile and a bashful “oh shush”.

“No, but seriously, I’ve been following your personal photography account for a while now too and the way you see and capture the world is so inspiring.” Lando gushed to Charles. “Plus I owe you one for all the stunning content of someone over the last while.”

“Oh wow, thank you.” he chuckled softly.

You proudly moved to introduce your third friend, “And last but not least, this is Oscar. The newest recruit to my team as my assistant but he has found his way into my heart just as strongly as my other two friends here. He keeps me sane and grounded.”

“Debatable.” Charles piped up, earning a glare from Oscar.

Lando offered his hand to him, “So nice to meet you.”

“You too. I’ve heard so much about you.” Oscar shook his hand strongly as he continued, “Sorry for spying on you in there, I was just so excited to finally see the guy that this one’s been talking about for weeks.”

“Jesus.” you huffed at the bluntness of your closest friends.

Lando just smiled, “Only hearing good things I hope.”

“Of course.” Charles smirked, giving you a little elbow.

“Okay, anyway.” you pushed past them, “Everyone behave yourselves in the office. It’s time for the tour.”

Lando wasn’t sure where his sudden confidence came from in smooth talking your closest friends but he nearly made himself proud. He hurried after you with your friends trailing behind and took all his self control not to reach out and hold your hand. He definitely needed to talk to you sooner rather than later about where he stood with you, especially when at the office.

You showed him around the meeting rooms and the lunch room and introduced him to various members of your team along the way before finally stopping at an empty desk right in the centre of it all. Alongside the marketing team, Lando would be working at a desk of his own that summer and offering crucial insight into your fanbase and helping your books reach the largest audience possible. Lando knew more about you than he probably would ever admit and supported you wholeheartedly both on social media and off. It was his perfect position - and it wasn’t finance so he took it gladly.

“What do you think?” you asked him as he took a seat in his chair at his very own desk.

With a direct view right into your office from only a few metres away, Lando leaned back and smiled up at you, “It’s perfect.”

“Good!”

Your row of three friends who had been following the two of you like ducklings since the tour started, watched on with little smiles of their own. Lando was dying to know how much they knew.

It was late enough in the afternoon by that point that most of the employees were leaving for the day and between your goodbyes to your colleagues, you pitched the idea of dinner to your little close-knit group. Lando watched as you and your friends talked amongst yourselves about restaurants he had never heard of, formulating your plan right in front of his eyes. He waited patiently and shuffled through his desk drawers in the meantime, trying not to stare at the way you were sitting on the edge of his desk in that tight skirt…he nudged around a few pens in the drawer like it was the most interesting thing he had ever seen.

“Okay,” you hopped off the desk and turned to him again as your group hurried to disperse to their own desks to put away their things, “We’re going to my favourite burger joint.”

Lando, who had partially expected some luxurious Monaco restaurant, merely grinned, “Awesome.”

“These guys are going to meet us there so let’s grab your bags and we’ll head to my car.”

The sleek silver Mercedes that chirped awake across the parking garage had Lando’s heart racing. The click of your heels over the concrete floors echoed up the walls and he hurried behind you with his suitcases and squeaky sneakers.

“I just wanna say thank you again.” he hurried out as you opened your trunk and loaded his bags for him before he could even offer to help. “For this job and for…not giving up on me.”

You smiled over at him with his last bag loaded in the black fabric lined trunk and you rested your hand on top of the open car, letting the trunk hide you both from the rest of the parking garage, “My pleasure.”

“Hope I didn’t pressure you into giving me a job or anything…” Lando rambled on.

“Not at all.” you shook your head politely before reaching over to grab the front of his blue shirt, “Now come here.”

His stomach fell in somersaults when your lips met his and he completely froze up in surprise for a beat, his eyes still open, but they fluttered shut with a peaceful exhale as he relaxed into your touch. His hand ghosted across your waist but you were just as quickly pulling away again, leaving him with the sweetest little pout on his lips. His eyes flicked between your eyes and your lips and his body nearly fell so adoringly into yours like songbirds with flit fluttering dizzily around his head as he wanted more. One kiss was just not enough.

But you set your hand on his chest with a giggle to stop him from toppling into you, “We have all summer. Let’s not waste it all on the first day.”

“Aw, come on.” Lando whined lightly, tugging gently at the material of your blouse.

“Later, you.” you patted his chest and then left one more fleeting kiss to his cheek. “Promise.”

Lando couldn’t ever argue with you.

When you both had buckled up in the front seat of your car, you turned the key in the ignition and the engine rumbled beautifully to life. Lando was in awe by not only you but the stunning car you drove that only looked better in real life than it did in Instagram pictures. He was almost scared to touch anything with how shiny every surface was, right down to the clean leather scent of the seats. But when you drove out of the dark parking garage and into the blinding Monte Carlo sun, Lando could only look over at you behind the wheel with the early evening sun streaking through your hair and across your face and he had to pinch himself to make sure this was real. Life felt like a daydream.

He had to reach out and touch your shoulder and brush his fingers through the end of your hair just to make sure you were really there too and, as he did so, he opened that important conversation, “So I wanted to ask…before we get too comfortable here…how much people know about…you and me.”

You smiled out the windshield, “You’re such a gentleman for asking.”

Lando shrugged modestly, “Don’t want to upset you…or get in the way of your work.”

“Well, the three you met - my best friends - they know…probably more than I should have told them.”

Lando smiled to his lap and folded his hands neatly, “I suspected so.”

“But the office only thinks you’re a fan…that we met at my signing in Bristol and I liked some ideas you had…and I wanted to give you a shot.”

“You definitely seemed to like some ideas I had by the end of the night.”

You reached over to smack his arm playfully, “Oh shush, you.”

Lando kept his loving eyes on you, waiting for you to continue. It was your city and your move to make.

“And the public, especially, doesn’t know about you and me and they still think that I’m dating that guy. You remember the one? My ex that PR set me up with even after we broke up-“

“Yes. I know.” Lando smothered his eye roll.

“So we can’t be too close outside of perfectly private locations. Cautious in the office but secret in public.”

“I like the idea of being your little secret.” Lando admitted softly.

“Yeah?” you glanced over at him before looking back to the road, “I’m glad. I was worried it would upset you.”

“I have you. That’s all I want. Don’t mind how.”

You reached over and gave his leg a squeeze, “I appreciate you so much.”

Lando turned back out his window so he wouldn’t be tempted to kiss you.

As much as you were comfortable around Lando enough, being alone with him especially in public sparked a sense of anxiety within you. It was a kind of nervousness that was bred by the elite Monaco lifestyle and that was the overarching fear of what strangers will think. Your career was a balancing act and at that, one that sounded much easier than it truly was once you started living it. Although your relationship with him was unlabeled, it was delicate and you didn’t want to risk messing it up; especially not messing it up by subjecting it to the pressures and eyes of the public staring down their noses at you. Things would be taken slowly.

So, like nothing more than platonic friends, you and Lando walked into the restaurant with an appropriate distance between you and your friends trailing close behind from the parking lot. You, of course, graciously paid for Lando as well as yourself as a first night treat despite the fact that he insisted that he could pay for himself. His bank account might have said otherwise but he didn’t want to outright admit that to you.

Sitting around a white metal table with trays of burgers and fries and soft drinks, your little group let conversation flow easily. Lando simply observed for the first little bit, eating his burger and watching how you and your three friends bantered so effortlessly. Despite the fact that they worked for you, your friendship was anything but corporate controlled as the sharing of gossip and greasy french fries made you all equals.

Despite the fact that it was more often than not that Lando would turn to his group chat for entertainment during the day, that evening he was perfectly content sitting and listening to Charles rant on about his model boyfriend’s recent shoot or watching Lily trying to catch a fry in her mouth.

“Hey, Osc, I’ll give you a raise if you catch this next one.” you pitched to Oscar who had been sitting quietly across from you.

The table ‘ooo’ed.

All too used to your antics, Oscar simply sighed and set his drink down, “Alright. No pressure.”

When he humoured you and opened his mouth to let you toss the fry towards him, it bounced off his nose and fell to the floor.

“Aw, too bad.” Lily laughed and patted his shoulder.

“That was a horrible throw.” Oscar scolded you lightheartedly and bent down to pick up the fry and set it on the tray.

“What the-” you put your hands up in defence, “No way!”

Lando shrugged, pitching into the little conversation, “You did kind of throw it directly straight.”

Oscar thrust a thumb out towards him, “I like him.”

You nudged Lando’s shoulder in mock offense, “Wow! Who’s side are you on, huh?”

Lando hid his smile through a sip of his drink, refusing to answer the question with a quick divergence of, “I’m just glad some old lady doesn’t have to join us anymore.”

In reference to your previous assistant, the group laughed and Oscar grinned proudly with a bashful little shrug just to milk the attention a little more.

“Yeah,” you said as you leaned back in your chair, dinner finished, “she was good at her job but she was so fucking boring. Oscar’s a complete improvement.”

“I agree.” Charles nodded.

“Same.” Lily said, “That old bitch tried to convince me to put those cheesy romance covers on your books like a shirtless cowboy holding some damsel in distress would appeal to anyone under the age of fifty.”

“Oh gosh.” Lando laughed breathily, “I can’t imagine that.”

“Yeah, Lily fought hard to shut that idea down. Gotta be thankful for that.” you agreed.

“Because then maybe someone wouldn’t have wanted to pick up the book from the shelf and wouldn’t have eventually ended up here.” Charles directed to Lando who was across the table from her.

You and him shared little glances side by side.

“Yeah.” he said, “Can’t imagine that.”

Sipping your milkshake, you just stared at him with a bashful little smile behind your straw.

There was a pause but then Oscar just laughed lightly, “Okay, is it just me or are we seriously third, fourth, and fifth wheeling right now?”

Lily and Charles agreed easily.

“Shut up.” you rolled your eyes playfully.

“Lando,” Lily called, “Do you have any cute friends?”

“Oh my gosh.” you scoffed.

“What?” she gaped at you, “Genuine question!”

Lando just chuckled and offered a half shrug, “I guess I do. They’re pretty good looking guys.”

“From uni?” Oscar asked.

“Nah, we met online. They live across the country.”

Lily reached out both hands to Lando, “Pics?”

“Oh my God.” Oscar laughed, “Mate, you look desperate.”

“I am.” Lily retorted without sparing him a glance, making a ‘pass it here’ motion with her hands towards Lando.

He sighed with a smile and took out his phone to pull up his two best friends’ Instagram profiles. He started with George and passed his phone over to Lily who immediately held it close and Oscar and Charles peered over her shoulder.

“He’s cute.” Lily nodded in approval.

Lando smiled proudly as his phone was passed back and you took a glance over his shoulder for yourself too. Nodding in approval, you agreed, “He’s super handsome.”

Lando hid the slight ache in his chest - the worry that everyone else is better than him, and especially when it came to you - and he pulled his phone back to find Alex’s account next. Your hand on his thigh under the table eased his momentary worries and when he passed his phone back to Lily, he rested his hand on top of yours. You couldn’t draw attention to it given that you were in public but your little bashful smiles to the tabletop were enough.

“Oh, I call dibs on this one.” Lily said. “Yep, this one’s mine.”

“Oh my gosh.” Charles snorted.

“Where did you say these guys are from again?” Oscar asked.

Lando answered as he took his phone back from them, “Both are closer to London than me. George is a little farther north too.”

“That’s far.” Lily frowned.

“Not really.” Oscar shrugged.

Lando had to agree with Lily, “It really does feel far. We haven’t even met before…we only talk online.”

Charles waved his hand between the two of you, “And they know about this?”

Lando bit back his grin, “Yeah, they know…probably too much.”

“What do you spill to your friends about me, Lando Norris?” you teased.

“I could ask the same thing to you.” he retorted smoothly.

You let your eye contact linger for a moment, always addicted to the way it made your heart pound when staring into his eyes…it was all so new still but it felt so real. Lando nearly had to hold onto the table to keep from leaning in and kissing you right then and there, forced to be cautious under the watchful eye of the public…and your dinner guests.

Oscar cleared his throat, breaking the silence that housed your longing gaze, and he lifted his drink to his lips to sip after saying, “Wow, it just got kinda hot in here.”

“Serious third, fourth, and fifth wheeling going on here.” Lily agreed.

Charles’ faint gasp had you all looking over at him but he was staring out the window of the restaurant. With a rush to grab his camera, he barely explained himself with a simple, “Sunset! Be right back!”

Then he was hurrying out of the building and into the parking lot as the sun dipped below the horizon and cast its orange-gold blessing across the land. You shook your head with a smile at Charles’ usual routine as your group took a second to watch him through the window as he set his camera and worked his magic.

“Almost every sunset like clockwork.” you explained to Lando.

By that time dinner had been long over so you all started to pack up to head your separate ways. Charles was still outside when you emerged from the restaurant and he was crouched on the sidewalk just to get those angles of a Ferrari parked on the side of the street in the light of the golden sunset. When he saw your group approaching, he stood up with a proud smile and showed you a few of the shots he took.

“Yes.” you grinned, pointing to one, “You have to post that one tonight.”

Lily came skipping over, offering a sweet little call, “Lando.”

He glanced over at her expectantly.

She pressed her hands together in silent plea, “Can I have your friend’s Instagram? The cute one I called dibs on?”

“Sure.” Lando chuckled and pulled out his phone again. “Although it’s weird that you want to follow him before you’re following me.”

“Okay, I’ll follow you first.” she stood up close beside him and took out her phone to write out his username in the search bar.

His account was private and the only follower of hers that followed him was you. The simple sight left a little feeling of pride in his chest, especially with his wimpy follower count of only a few hundred. Your friends all had thousands of followers, mostly from their own creative endeavours but also from being part of your team. Lando couldn’t help but feel excited to be around such vastly different creative minds that already sent him whirling with ideas of projects and collaborations that could arise in the future if things went well with you. He hoped and prayed they would go well with you.

Once Instagram handles were shared and Lando had three new followers and Alex had one - unknowingly, across the continent - everyone said their goodbyes. Lando was absolutely grinning when he got into the passenger seat of your car, waiting a few more seconds as you finished up talking with your friends about preparation for work the next day and he pulled out his phone to check his group chat. He had missed a lot of messages since being away from his phone most of the day but the recent few he read,

alex_albon: Mate why did her designer just follow me alex_albon: No way you’re talking about us to them rn georgerussell63: Wtf I got no follows :( alex_albon: HAHA alex_albon: Guess I’m cooler georgerussell63: What did you say to them Lan georgerussell63: Why is Alex getting follows instead of me landonorris: Omg 😂 landonorris: Lily just asked for Alex’s because she thought he was cute alex_albon: Omg wait are you serious landonorris: 😌 georgerussell63: OOH 👀 alex_albon: Is she going to message me landonorris: Idk lol landonorris: Maybe alex_albon: I’m so down omg what is happening rn georgerussell63: Alex is desperate for a gf landonorris: Aren’t we all georgerussell63: NO alex_albon: YOU AREN’T georgerussell63: Mr Monte Carlo georgerussell63: How’s it been going anyway?? landonorris: So good landonorris: I’m so excited landonorris: Although it’s hard because we have to keep it on the dl because the public can’t know alex_albon: Omg you sound so famous Lando alex_albon: ‘The public can’t know’ georgerussell63: Scandaloussss landonorris: We’ve only kissed once since I got here and it’s so hard to not just fucking jump on her any time she looks at me georgerussell63: Ask her up to your hotel room 👀 landonorris: hehe maybe alex_albon: And then report back to us 🤪

Lando liked Alex’s message just as you climbed in the driver’s seat beside him and shut the door behind you. Giving you his full attention, he slid his phone back in his pocket and angled his body towards you a little.

“Now what?” he asked.

“Now what?” you chuckled, “Now I gotta take you to your hotel.”

“Are you gonna come with me?” he tried.

You bit your lip through your smile at what he was offering but you had to decline, “Can’t. Gotta get some serious writing done tonight and as much as I want nothing more than to have your company, I think you’d be more of a distraction than help.”

Lando nodded lightly in understanding, “Okay.”

As if used as a temporary replacement for a kiss, you just stared at each other for a few seconds, each with peaceful little content smiles across your lips and the sunset in your eyes.

“Okay.” you whispered and then turned the key, bringing your car to life.

Lando took control of the music as you permitted him use of your phone to explore your playlists. It was a small gesture but one that expressed nothing but trust and it warmed his heart, being able to see into a part of your soul through your music.

But it wasn’t long before the streets of Monaco brought you to the front step of his hotel and you parked beside the curb to drop him off. Neither of you made a move to get out of the car, however, and you both peered up at the four-star hotel looming above you. You wanted to hold onto your time as much as you could. You might have had all summer but the first day already went by too quickly.

“Thank you for dinner.” Lando spoke first.

“My pleasure.” you smiled softly over at him.

“And for…all this.” Lando gestured to the hotel, “Again.”

“Of course. I’m excited to have you here.”

“Me too.”

“Maybe sometime we can bring your friends out too.”

Lando’s eyes widened, “Really?”

Part of him still lingered with the unexplainable idea that maybe you were going to find something better in one of his friends but he played it cool and let you continue as he chewed lightly on his bottom lip.

“Yeah. It’d be cool for you guys to meet…and link up Lily and Alex. Lilex, if you will.”

“Lilex.” Lando repeated with a soft laugh. “Yeah.”

“Would that be something you’d like to have happen?”

“Lilex?”

“No.” you laughed, “Having me bring your friends out here so you can finally meet them.”

“Oh,” Lando dropped his smile to his lap, picking at his fingernails, “Yeah, that’d be amazing.”

You reached over to link your pinky around his finger and pulled his hands apart gently, “What’s with this?”

“Little nervous.” he breathed.

“Why?” you caressed the back of his hand with your thumb for a moment, hidden by the dashboard from any passing pedestrians.

Lando shrugged, mumbling as if it were nothing, “Because I don’t want you to like my friends better than me.”

You tisked and slid your hand into his properly, letting his finger intertwine with yours, “Lando, no one’s gonna replace you.”

He looked over at you.

“Besides,” you gave his hand a little squeeze, “you’re the most attractive out of the three of you anyway. I’d be mad stupid to suddenly do a swap.”

Lando ducked his gaze back downwards, staring at your hands together, “Nah.”

“Yeah.” you insisted, “And how dare you talk about this stuff when I can’t kiss you to make it better. That’s just not nice.”

He rubbed his thumb over your knuckles with a smile and a quiet, “Sorry.”

There was a peaceful pause but, comfortable in it, neither of you made any move to leave. He loved just sitting with you, especially with the comfort you offered that ensured that you were the only one you had your eyes on. You might not have been officially together but he liked to linger in the idea that maybe you could be. That would be a conversation for another time.

But at that moment, sitting in the front of your car outside the hotel, Lando dreaded the idea of saying goodbye to you, even if it was just for one night. Plus you looked so pretty in the light of the street lamps and he couldn’t tear his eyes away from you even if he tried. Life was a daydream. Simply being there was all he could have ever hoped for.

“You look so beautiful.” he whispered to you, as if someone would overhear.

You had to look away from him as his simple compliment made you blush and you let out a shy little chuckle, “Shush.”

“You do.” he continued, “I wanted to say something since the moment I saw you today but we never had a second alone really…”

With an angelic smile that melted his head, you lolled your head to the side sweetly to look at him again, “Thank you.”

He was leaning naturally towards you slightly in the leather front seat of your Mercedes and his eyes kept being drawn to your lips. He pressed his fingernails into his palm of the hand that wasn’t holding yours in order to keep him from lunging at you right then and there as strangers passing by on the sidewalk would have a clear view of the two of you through the windshield. Sitting alone like that in your car was risky enough in the eyes of the public. Holding hands alone like that only made it worse.

And then he spoke so quietly you almost missed it, “I really wanna kiss you.”

“You can’t.” you whispered back, despite the fact that your heart ached for you to just say yes, kiss me.

“I know,” Lando mumbled, “but I want to.”

You gave his hand a squeeze, “See you tomorrow, okay?”

“Yeah.” he nodded, keeping your lingering eye contact.

“I’ll pick you up right here at 8.”

“Okay.”

“Alright.”

Lando hesitantly pulled his hand from yours and got out of your car, stepping out onto the sidewalk so he could fetch his bags from the trunk. You waited for him to do so and when he had everything, he crouched slightly to wave at you through the passenger side window.

And then you were gone.

Lando slept so well in the king size hotel room bed but his dreams were anything but restful as you were the only thing on his mind. He woke up craving you more than ever and not even in lustful ways but in the sense that he wanted you at his side to cuddle away the morning together. It was too early for his alarm to be going off as the sun had barely made it above the horizon but the anticipation that he would be seeing you had him hurrying out of bed.

You were parked at the curb again when he emerged, dressed and fed, from the hotel and you leaned across the front seats to smile up at him as he approached. You shared your good mornings and he asked about how your writing went the night before and you stopped for Starbucks on the way to the office. It was so effortless with you and it made life feel like he wasn’t awake…it had to still be a dream.

But once you arrived at the office, you had to part ways. Lando took to his desk among the others with his caramel iced coffee and you simply left him with a casual goodbye to head to your own desk, guarded by your glass walls. As Lando got his laptop set up and his few things organized, he kept stealing glances at you with your office being a direct sightline from his chair. He didn’t mean to be distracted by you but who could blame him.

“Hard to believe she’s really there, huh?”

Lando startled at the voice that spoke to him from his side. He looked up at the young man beside him, one of the guys you had introduced as one of the marketing team, and Lando merely shrugged, trying to play it cool, “Yeah.”

“When she said she wanted to bring in a fan to help the team, I honestly wasn’t expecting a guy but I think that’s super cool.” he slapped Lando’s shoulder.

“Yeah,” Lando forced his voice to stay straight, “I guess I’m pretty lucky.”

“Anyway, bring your drink and your notebook, we’re having a marketing meeting in the conference room.”

“Sure, thanks.” Lando got up again and gathered his things, stealing one last glance over at you, unaware, before he was hurrying after his new co-worker.

With the team sitting around the large oak conference table, Lando kept glancing at the door as if waiting for you to join them but you didn’t. He tried to stay focused on the discussion and offer his insight since being part of the fanbase but his mind was everywhere else. His mind was on you…what you were doing…what you were working on…if you were thinking about him as much as he was thinking about you. You were paying him to be there but he didn’t even care. He just wanted you.

After the meeting, he took the long way around to his desk just so he could stop by your office. With his laptop tucked in one arm, he knocked lightly on the glass wall as he peeked in through the open door.

You glanced up from your computer and smiled warmly at him, “Hey, you. What’s up?”

Lando stepped inside casually, “Hey. Just wanted to say hi.”

“That’s nice. Did you sit in on the marketing meeting?”

“Yeah. Yeah, I got to share a few ideas.”

“Good. I’m excited to hear them.”

Lando took a few more steps towards you, “I miss you when I’m out there.”

You had to force down your smile in a glass walled room so as to not look suspicious to any passing co-workers and you leaned your arms on the edge of your desk, “I miss you too.”

“How much?” he pressed.

You laughed softly, “A lot.”

Lando rested one hand on the back of one of the chairs that sat empty in front of your desk and as he stared at you he licked his lips. You had to look back to your laptop to keep from blushing.

“What are you doing?” he asked.

“Writing.” you answered, looking back up at him with a teasing jab of, “My work…like you should be.”

“Okay, okay, I’ll leave.” Lando took a step back, letting his eyes linger on you. “You better know I’m gonna be staring at you from my desk all day.”

“Okay. I’ll make sure to look good for you.”

Lando cocked his head to the side with narrowed eyes, “You always look good.”

“Go away.” you chuckled with a shake of your head.

He returned to his desk with a proud smile.

Opening up his laptop to get started on a few simple assignments he had been assigned by the team, he let his eyes drift over the top of his computer to you once more. You barely looked at him but he kept habitually looking at you, drawing his eyes across the glass framed office to take in your profile as you typed away on your next masterpiece. But every time he kept drifting from his work, he found himself drawn to you. He found reason after reason to get up and talk to you whether that be to bring you a refill on your water or a smack from the vending machine or just to ask a question that he already knew the answer to.

By the fifth time, you could feel your coworkers’ eyes on you through the glass as Lando set your nth cup of water on your desk for you.

“Close the door and sit down, Lan, please.” you whispered.

He did as instructed and once the noise of the office was cut off with the shut of the door, he placed himself in one of the chairs on the other side of your desk. You set your glass of water to the side.

“Baby, I adore you, and I always love talking to you but people are going to start to be a little suspicious if you keep coming in here every thirty minutes.” you said gently.

Lando nibbled at his bottom lip, embarrassed, and nodded, “Right…of course.”

“Okay.” you winked at him discreetly. “I’ll see you later.”

“Yeah.” he stood up again to head to the door.

Oscar knocked before stepping inside, a fresh glass of water in his hand to be delivered to you as per your usual request. Lando slipped past him to the door when he went to set your water on your desk beside the one that he brought. He stopped.

“He beat you to it.” you chuckled to your assistant.

Oscar frowned and turned to him with a deadpan expression, “Are you trying to steal my job or what?”

Lando just grinned and hurried back to his desk.

He didn’t want to upset you so he did his best to stay in his seat and focus on his work but it was easier said than done. He lingered with the scent of your perfume all around him and he swore the world felt hazy with you at the centre of it all. If he didn’t do something to get rid of his intense feelings, he was going to have to face the embarrassment of being flustered and turned on in front of the entire office.

So Lando grabbed a piece of blank paper from his notebook and started to write,

It’s so hard to work when you’re sitting directly in my line of vision and all I can think about is how warm your skin must feel under that skirt. I’ve wanted to touch you since the second I got off that plane and it’s been fucking unbarable to keep my distance. Any longer and I swear I’ll have no choice but to bend you over your desk and fuck you in front of that glass wall, proving to everyone here just how much of strangers we really are. I need y-

A sketchbook was dropped right on top of his paper and Lando nearly squeaked in surprise, yanking his note out to clutch privately to his chest as he looked at Lily standing beside him. She leaned one hand on his desk and the other on her hip, peaking a brow at him expectantly. He waited for her to speak first.

“What are your thoughts on this?” she gestured to her open sketchbook that had rudely interrupted his scribble of consciousness.

Lando sighed and leaned in to take a look, his eyes widening at the perfectly shaded illustration of none other than himself at that same desk, staring across the expanse of white paper to where an illustrated version of you sat at her own desk, unaware. He could feel the blush on his cheeks and he looked up at her as she hopped up on the edge of his desk.

“It’s…amazing.” he stumbled out.

“You were staring so much it would have been ridiculous of me to not draw it. It was like you were posing.” she shrugged.

“Is it obvious?” Lando mumbled.

Lily glanced over her shoulder to look towards your office before looking back at him, “Yeah, kinda. But maybe also because I’m a pretty good observer and I am one of the few who know about everything.”

Lando felt strangely comfortable around her and he confessed his truth quietly so no one else could hear, “We’ve only kissed once since I got here and I can’t stand it.”

“Wow, it was that bad?”

Lando glared at her teasing and she just giggled and grabbed her sketchbook back to close it and rest it on her lap.

“I’m surprised she didn’t spend the night with you last night.”

“She said she had to write.” Lando shrugged.

Charles scoffed from the next desk over, clearly having been eavesdropping, and he turned around in his chair to pitch into conversion, “She’s always writing. If you want to pry her away from her work, you really gotta force it.”

“I shouldn’t have to.” Lando mumbled, “Makes me feel desperate.”

“You are also technically working for her so it’s a weird situation,” Lily gestured to the paper he still held against his chest, “but your letter might help.”

Lando immediately went on the defence, “What are you talking about?”

“I can deliver it to her if you want. I have nothing to do today really.”

Lando looked down at the paper as he slowly took it away from his chest to skim over the words he wrote. He hadn't anticipated actually giving it to you to read but his life seemed to be going according to plan simply by him taking risks. So he finished the last line and then signed his name and folded the paper in quarters to pass to Lily.

She took it with a smile and hopped off his desk with a sweet, “Thank you.”

Charles just chuckled with a shake of his head and turned back to his work without another word as Lily waltzed past him.

Lando watched nervously as Lily navigated the rows of desks and helped herself to your office. From his distance, he couldn’t hear what was being said but the note was passed from her hand into yours and he held his breath. Lily literally stood there while you read it and when you were done, you were looking over at him.

Lando couldn’t dip behind his laptop fast enough, trying to play it off like he really didn’t care, but his heart was hammering in his chest. After a few seconds he peeked back up and saw you writing something out by hand while Lily waited on the other side of your desk, shamelessly reading whatever you were saying upside down. You then folded up the paper and passed it to her and went back to your work without another word. Lily returned to Lando with a proud smile and as she drifted past him casually, she dropped the letter on his desk without a look back. He unfolded it quickly to read your response,

I love making you wait for it; you get so squirmy and desperate…it’s so cute. Waiting is the best part, Lan, because when it finally happens, it will feel that much more fucking incredible. Don’t think that I haven’t been dreaming about it either, because I really have. I even touched myself the whole drive home from your hotel last night because the tension between us is off the fucking charts. I want to linger on that tension, baby. I want to make you wait for it. I have to say ‘no’ to you sometimes, don’t I?

Lando folded the paper back up as fast as he could and shoved it into his bag, the blushing lustful smile struggling to stay off his face as he tried to turn back to work. He peeked towards your office over the top of his laptop and you were already staring right back at him with a proud little smile of your own.

Neither of you spoke about your notes or their contents the rest of that day and well into the following day. In fact, you went about like everything was just fine. Between dropping him back off at his hotel without an invitation to stay and then picking him up the next morning, nothing but the calmest of flirting lingered between you. Lando refused to even touch himself since it would only be a disappointment without you doing it for him and so he took a cold shower in the morning and headed off to work with you like nothing was wrong.

He even stayed at his desk for most of the day, even eating lunch at his desk with Charles after it had been ordered for the team by the receptionist. Lando forced himself to ignore you. If you wanted to play hard to get, he was going to give you that.

But then you called him into your office around mid-afternoon, sending Oscar to go retrieve him from his desk. Lando had perfected the art of putting you out his mind so suddenly being ushered into your office had those suppressed feelings trying to bubble to the surface with one glance at you. Oscar closed the door behind him, leaving the two of you alone apart from the glass wall that put you on display for the rest of the office.

“You wanted to see me?” Lando asked coolly.

“Yeah, come here. I wanted your opinion on this paragraph.” you waved him closer to your desk and he stepped right up until he could lean his hands down against the wood.

You scrolled to find where you had left off writing and although the anticipation of being able to hear a piece of your writing before the rest of the world was unbeatable, Lando had the privilege of being right in front of you too. That seemed to take precedence in his mind as he completely forgot to listen to you as you began reading your few lines.

His eyes just focused on you and your unbuttoned blouse that was just modest enough to be professional but open enough to leave his imagination whirling. But with his attention on you, the part that drew him in most was your lips and the way they moulded each word so perfectly. Honestly he couldn’t focus on a single thing you were saying because he was suddenly sparked with the image of your lips around his dick, leaning on his hands against the top of your desk and just shamelessly staring at you. His pink cheeks only darkened when your eyes met his, expectantly, and he realized he had no clue what you had said.

“Oh…I…it’s…it’s really good.” he stumbled out.

“You think?” you scrunched your nose up as you looked back to your laptop screen, “I dunno. I feel like something isn’t quite right. Do I need more description?”

Lando pursed his lips, entranced by you, and he hummed flatly, “No.”

You looked back at him and the spaciness in his blue eyes had a smile pricking at the corner of your mouth, “What was my description about?”

Lando blinked at you, his eyebrows furrowing for a moment, caught in his lie, “Uh…”

He licked his lips, cleared his throat, and shifted his weight from foot to foot, all without tearing his eyes away from your glossy lips.

So you offered him another question instead, “Wanna come back to my place and fuck?”

That snapped him out of it right away and his eyes met yours, “What?”

You shrugged, “You heard what I said.”

“Yes.” Lando answered without missing a beat. “Yes, please.”

You shut your laptop and stood up from your desk, “Okay. Get your things.”

“Wha-” Lando stood a step back, “Right now?”

“Yeah,” you slid your laptop into your bag and picked up your water bottle before heading for the door of your office, “the day is mostly over anyway. Come on.”

Lando rushed after you without question and nearly threw all of his things into his bag from his desk so as to not waste a second longer. Charles glanced over at his rush but turned back to his laptop with a dimpled smirk to his screen. No one questioned you when the two of you headed to the elevator before the end of day and as the elevator doors slid closed, he smiled to the floor.

The journey to your car was silent but the moment you got in the front seat, he was trying to lean across the centre console to kiss you. With a proud little smile you set your hand on his chest and pushed him back with a sultry order to wait.

He was sick and tired of waiting but for you he would.

He couldn’t stop staring at you as you drove your shiny silver Mercedes through the streets of Monte Carlo and his mind whirled with thoughts of what was awaiting him once he arrived at your house. Your house. He had only dreamt of you taking him home in his favourite daydreams and now it was coming true - perfect privacy for him to do what he wanted to you…with you…wherever. It had been too long since your first and last time together and he craved that feeling with you again and that connection of bodies and souls. Lando just wanted you.

His hand pressed into the front of his jeans as the salacious thoughts that clouded his mind had him growing hard in seconds. It was nearly pathetic how easy it was but who could blame him when his dream girl was taking him home for him to do unspeakable things to. He tried to get his mind in order and meticulously arrange what exactly he wanted to do once you got to your house so he wouldn’t leave a single thing out. He had already given you his virginity and with that roadblock out of the way, he felt as if he were a new man.

But his plans and ideas fell out of his mind so quickly the moment you pulled him over the threshold of your ocean-view apartment and pulled his lips on yours by your hand on the back of his neck. Lando literally withered, raising his hands up to your cheeks to hold you there as he kissed you back, stumbling after you farther into your foyer. With the door locked behind you both, nothing but perfect privacy surrounded you and it was a relief like no other. You were both smiling into your kisses as arms wrapped around each other and hands gripped onto fabric of clothing, hearts racing in your chests. Lando might have been waiting for so long but so were you.

“Oh my God, I fucking missed you.” you breathed between kisses, pulling his body against yours by a hand gripping his shirt and your other tight in his hair.

“I missed you more.” Lando stumbled out as he greedily slid his hands down your body to grab your ass.

Your lips locked perfectly, filling the silent apartment with the sounds of your wet kisses and heavy breaths. Shoes were blindly kicked off and to the side, letting your socked feet shuffled across the hardwood as you made your way farther into your apartment. Lando pulled a hand back to smack it down on your ass, forcing a soft gasp from your lips.

“Keep doing that.” you mumbled into your kiss.

Lando chuckled softly and spanked you again over your slacks, “You like that?”

“Yes, sir.” you answered obediently, right to his face, before swallowing his lips up with yours again.

Your tongues pushed feverishly together as your kisses deepened and Lando hit his hand down against your ass again, and again, and again, until you were nearly trying to climb him like a tree and moaning into his mouth for more. Then clothes were coming off as he took the initiative to push your slacks down so he could spank your warm skin instead, the sound of his palm hitting your skin nearly echoing through your modest apartment as your pants were kicked across the floor with every step towards the living room. In seconds you were pushing up the bottom of his shirt and he took it off, letting it fall to the floor to let your hands take its place as you soaked up his skin with your fingertips while your lips found solace on his.

The way you touched him and grabbed him had his skin feeling like fire and he couldn’t get enough of you and he nearly pulled you off the floor by his hands on your ass to try and get you as close as physically possible. You tilted your head farther to the side to deepen your kiss, tongues making a mess of it all between smacks of lips and heavy breaths and pleading moans. Lando felt dizzy.

He spanked you again and then once more and then your hands were sliding down his chest and pushing your bodies apart. You grabbed him by the belt loops on his jeans instead and led him farther into the living room and he gladly let you pull him where you wanted as you shoved him backwards onto the couch. Lando shifted to sit comfortably while his wide eyes watched you pull your shirt off, right up over your head and it dropped to the floor, leaving your dreamy body in only your bra and panties. And then you were straddling his lap.

“Oh my fucking God.” Lando groaned breathily just before his lips were capturing yours again.

You cradled his face in your hands and leaned towards him so your chests were pressed together and he was laying against the back of the couch with you on top of him. His hands were all over you as if he only had a few moments to take you in before you would disappear like a daydream.

But the warmth of your skin was very real and the perfect wet plush of your lips against his had his dick aching in his jeans, especially as you ground down on his lap in steady little rolls of your hips. He couldn’t help himself but spank you again, addicted to the way the sharp sound reverberated through the living room and you pulled your lips from his with a shaky pleasant sigh and moved down his neck. Lando let his head fall back slightly to give you room as you kissed down his jaw and along his neck in slow, open mouthed kisses that had him shuddering - especially when you nipped at his earlobe and kissed gently over the shell of his ear just enough to send shivers down his spine and right to his crotch.

“Holy fuck, baby.” Lando exhaled shakily.

You giggled sweetly and pulled his lips back to yours, sharing loud wet kisses that had his fingers pressing into your doughy hips greedily. But then he was unbuckling his belt with his focus on your kisses, blindly undoing his pants with you perched on top of him. You leaned back, breaking your kiss, and dropped your hands to help him shuffle his pants down his thighs. He shifted to let you take them off and he kicked them off his ankles to the floor, leaving him in only his underwear on your living room couch.

The tent in the fabric was obvious and as you stared at it, Lando was only staring at you. His body shifted slightly underneath you to try and get you to move but you knew you had teased him enough so you complied.

With a feather soft touch to his clothed cock, you could feel it twitch slightly and you wrapped your hand around the shape of it the best you could, forcing a deep groan from his chest. You bit your lip proudly as your eyes met, caressing him gently in your hand for a moment.

“I almost forgot how fucking big you are.” you whispered to his lips, your left hand still set lazily on his shoulder.

“I’m so hard for you.” Lando breathed, “All for you.”

You smiled eagerly and fell forward against his chest, wrapping your arms around his shoulders so you were truly pressed chest to chest and Lando snaked his arms around your waist to hold you close as you started grinding on him again. The eye contact between you lingered in that moment as you rubbed your clit against the hard bulge in his briefs, breathing heavily into each other's mouths. Lando didn’t know dry humping could feel that fucking good - he had once sworn it was only something teenagers did - but being like that, with you, his head was spinning. His hands around your waist kept you grinding on him strongly and he couldn’t tear his eyes away from you for even a second. He was entranced.

“I need you.” he whispered to you, your faces so close that his breath fell against your cheek.

“Can I suck your dick?” you asked quietly.

“Yes, please, okay.” Lando hurried out.

You left him with one more fleeting kiss before you were sliding off his lap and onto the rug at his feet, resting between his spread legs on your knees. The both of you rushed to push his underwear down and you tossed them aimlessly to the floor without tearing your eyes away from him. The sight of him made you salivate and Lando sat obediently and impatiently on the couch, completely naked, waiting for your next move. He draped his arms over the back of the couch with the large paned windows overlooking the Monaco harbour behind him and he watched with bated breath as your gentle hand reached out to touch him.

It was only confirmation that your hand felt so much better around his cock than his own and his teeth captured his bottom lip, just waiting for you to move. Instead, you lingered on the concept of patience and teased him just a little longer in the most sultry of ways as you pursed your lips to press a slow kiss to the head of his dick, all while keeping your eyes on his.

“Baby.” Lando breathed out shakily, spreading his legs a little wider to give you room as if to silently plead you closer.

You merely smiled up at him and left another kiss just under the tip in that sweet sensitive spot that made his cock twitch in your one handed grasp. You trailed slow kisses right down the underside of his dick until he was squirming and his breathing was falling heavier and he let out a little whine to the ceiling. Between his legs, you licked right between his balls and then took one gently in your mouth, the sensation making Lando’s breath catch in his throat and his hands naturally clenched into fists, not knowing what to do with himself.

“Shit.” he squeaked, his eyebrows furrowing slightly with his bitten lip as he kept your eye contact from between his legs.

Your hand stayed perfectly still around the base of his dick while you tended to his balls longingly and he swore he never knew it could feel that good, not expecting that you having them in your mouth could make him feel dizzy with pleasure. When you pulled back, you didn’t waste a second before licking right up the underside of his cock in a single smooth motion and then pressed your tongue to that sensitive spot right under the tip.

“Baby.” Lando whimpered, dropping a hand down to your hair to try and pull your mouth down around him, “Please…come on.”

“Make me.” you taunted.

Lando’s eyebrows raised, “Make you?”

“Mhm,” you slid the tip of your tongue along the slit in the head of his cock a few times, “make me suck your dick. Make your good girl suck your dick.”

“My good girl.” Lando stumbled out as if in disbelief.

He wasn’t sure what you expected him to do but his mind flicked back to the saucy scenes in your books that you had provided him with as his sole source of experience. So he grabbed a careful handful of your hair and pulled your head back and, as if ever so naturally, you opened your mouth and stuck your tongue out for him.

“Can I-“

“Yes,” you answered before he could ask, “please spit in my mouth.”

Lando, heart racing, leaned in towards you and spit strongly against your waiting tongue, only urging a filthy grin to come to your face. In a rush of that erotic feeling, Lando let himself pull you down by your hair so you had virtually no choice but to open your mouth wider and take his dick in. Regardless of the way you kind of made him work for it, you moaned gladly around the thick girth that filled your mouth and right away you were bobbing your head up and down his entire dick until you were gagging on it.

“Holy fucking shit.” Lando groaned as he fell back against the couch and kept his hand in your hair to follow the motions of your head.

You peered up at him behind long lashes and despite the fact that your mouth and hand were moving in unison, you didn’t break your gaze. He certainly wasn’t going to be the first one either and he stared back at you with flushed cheeks and a furrowed brow as the sweetest moans tumbled from his bitten lip.

The living room welcomed the wet sounds of your rhythmic gags as your throat took the brunt of the work but the sounds only made it that much hotter. You would choose him over air.

Lando was losing his fucking mind. He couldn’t stop the string of pleasurable sounds that tumbled from his mouth and it only forced his attention to stay locked on the sight of you on your knees for him. You were nothing less than incredibly sexy like that and the feigned innocence in your eyes mixed with the way your painted lips wrapped so perfectly around his dick had his mind whirling.

His one arm that was still draped over the couch stayed put but his fingers gripped onto the back cushion tightly, his other hand tugging you into your motions a little harder by your hair but you didn’t mind. Lando could hardly sit still as you sucked him off sloppily and his moans and whimpers filled your house effortlessly with his hips pushing up into your mouth. He didn’t want to admit that he was already getting close so he kept it to himself and tried to get lost in your eyes rather than the sensations.

But you unknowingly hindered his plan by pulling your mouth off him with a slick pop, leaving your hand stroking him off steadily, and you spoke to him in sultry words that did it for him, “Your dick is so big and so fucking beautiful, sir. I’ve been dreaming about you fucking my tight little pussy with it ever since-“

Lando couldn’t even warn you before the first streak shot across your cheek, cutting you off in surprise. His head dropped back against the couch and he slung his arm across his face as he moaned in a mixture of pleasure and embarrassment, his hips naturally bucking up into your hand and you easily kept your pumps up to help him through his unanticipated orgasm. You dropped your lips back down around him just as the next spurt came out and you caught it against your tongue before welcoming the rest into your mouth. Having been completely taken by surprise at how quickly he finished, you laughed lightly through a little cough as he came in your mouth and right down your throat, only having half expected it from the inexperienced young man.

“O-Oh fuck.” Lando whimpered, heaving for breath as he finished. “I’m so sorry.”

You pulled away from his dick and wiped your cheek clean with two fingers before pushing them in your mouth, answering him with a smile, “That’s okay.”

“I didn’t…I didn’t know I was gonna cum that fast-“

“It’s okay.” you giggled, rubbing your hands over his thighs.

“I’m sorry.”

“Stop apologizing.” you said sweetly, “Did it feel good?”

Lando huffed, his head lolled back against the couch but angled just so he could keep your eye contact, “Yeah.”

You stood up between his legs and leaned in to kiss his lips once, twice, “Then good.”

“I still wanna fuck you.” Lando whispered as you both leaned in for one more lingering kiss.

“I’d like that.” you sat yourself on the couch beside him and wrapped an arm around his shoulders to pull him close for a proper kiss.

Lando turned towards you slightly and reached a hand up to cradle your jaw as your lips locked in perfect harmony, sharing slow deep kisses between his breathlessness. Your hand slid down his chest to his lap and you wrapped your hand around his softening dick. He flinched at your touch with how sensitive he was but let you stroke him gently to try and get him back up, his focus turned to your lips. He kissed you desperately, leaning in front of you slightly so he could lead and you let him.

But after about a minute, he was breaking your kiss with a huff and looking down to his lap where your hand was still lazily stroking his soft dick. He guided your hand away to do it himself, determined to get it up again and fix his slip up that would otherwise ruin the afternoon. With his eyes on your face and only a few fleeting kisses shared between you, Lando’s expression was nothing but pleading determination. He might have wanted it to work but his body had a different idea in mind.

“Fuck, come on.” he mumbled, dropping his gaze down to his lap as he stroked his soft dick until it nearly hurt and he prayed for it to just work.

“It’s okay.” you grabbed his wrist to stop him. “It’s okay.”

“I’m so fucking sorry.” Lando frowned.

“It’s fine.” you chuckled.

“I’ve never- just- give it a few minutes and then it should work.”

“Okay.”

“I’m sorry.”

You kissed the corner of his pouted mouth, “Stop saying sorry.”

“It’s embarrassing…coming in seconds and then I can’t get it up again.”

“You’re too hard on yourself.” you petted a finger over his cheek.

“Sorry.” he whispered.

Your fingers scratched through the back of his hair, “Do you want something to eat?”

Lando sighed, “I’m fine.”

“I’ll bring you a water.” you pulled his lips to yours for one more kiss before you got up from the couch to head into the kitchen.

Lando fell back against the couch and held his face in his hands for a second, trying to take a few deep calming breaths. He then reached down to the floor and grabbed his underwear to pull them back on and he silently cursed his entire existence as he kicked his bare feet up on the edge of the coffee table. He swore he had never been so embarrassed in his life. He tried to focus on your apartment that he was sitting in and the way it was so precisely decorated and kept tidy as he had often seen snippets of in your Instagram stories. It smelt like fresh laundry - if he ignored the slight hint of sex that had only started to rise before he had ruined the moment - and he took another deep breath as he lounged back on the couch.

You returned with two glasses of water and a bag of Doritos and Lando smiled politely at you when you came over. He thanked you for the water and took his glass and you curled your legs up underneath you on the couch beside him.

“Wanna watch a movie?” you asked, reaching forward to grab the remote from the coffee table before you were resting back beside him.

“I’m really sorry I ruined our reunion.” Lando mumbled, staring down into his water glass in both hands.

“Hey,” you grabbed his cheeks in one hand and guided his face up so he could look you in the eye. You kissed his lips before speaking, “No more of that. You didn’t ruin anything.”

Lando nodded in understanding but he really only half-understood. He had a tendency to get in his head.

You cuddled into his side and urged his arm around your shoulders with your hand resting against his bare chest, both of you in only your underwear with your clothes still littered in a trail from the front door. Looking at him, you continued, “I’m just as happy cuddling and watching a movie with you.”

Lando smiled tightly at your sweetness and leaned in to kiss you softly, “Okay.”

You looked back at the tv and loaded up Netflix, refusing to embarrass him more by admitting how fucking horny you still were. You were literally aching but for some reason the idea of asking him to get you off made you too shy to try. Things would happen when they would happen.

When a movie was agreed upon, the two of you got comfortable together on the couch and you pulled over a blanket to drape over your almost bare bodies. Lando had an honest grin growing on his face as the realization settled upon him that this was the first time you shared a moment of innocent intimacy since meeting. It only made him want to believe more and more that you saw your relationship as something beyond simply physical. But that discussion would come with time, he was sure. It was not for now.

Lando tried to focus on the movie but it was difficult when your warm skin was pressed against his and there was a heavenly soft blanket wrapped around the both of you. Your head was resting on his shoulder and you had one leg draped over his thighs as you were turned to cuddle into him. His arm around your shoulder was comforting and Lando couldn’t help but brush his fingers through your hair gently. This just made you sigh happily and snuggle closer to him, rubbing your hand over his bare chest as you did so. Lando tore his eyes away from the tv to glance down at you in his arms and he slowly pressed a cautious kiss to your head, just to remind you that he was right there.

His other hand, having been tucked under the blanket as well, found its way to your leg that was across his lap and he gently rubbed the smooth skin of your shin dreamily with the movie playing on across the room.

You may have looked completely focused on the movie but your mind was spinning like a teenager’s, your skin buzzing where his fingertips danced across your leg and through the ends of your hair. When you shifted, Lando only moved his hand higher and rested it innocently on your thigh, his fingers scratching ever so softly at the fair skin until you were shifting.

“You okay?” he asked quietly.

“Mhm.” you reached under the blanket yourself to take his hand and guide it higher until his fingertips were brushing the hem of your panties. You tilted your head back against his shoulder and smiled sweetly softly at him, biting your lip as his wide eyes met your sultry gaze.

“Want me to touch you?” he asked in a whisper as if someone else would be listening in.

You nodded.

With his lips brushing your cheek and his quiet voice sending shivers down your neck, he corrected you, “Use your words.”

You caressed his chest with your hand, “Please touch me, sir.”

“Gotta show me how, baby.” Lando reminded you softly.

“Mhm.” you shifted your leg off his lap so you could spread your legs for him as his hand slid under the waistband of your panties.

The fabric was soaking wet and his fingers could glide so easily across your slick pussy, the discovery only making his mouth fall open slightly. You hummed thankfully at his touch but you kept your focus on his face, even as he watched his hand hidden underneath the blanket.

“Feel how wet I am for you?” you whispered up to him.

Lando’s eyes shifted to your face at your words and he glanced at your lips like second nature. Then, he licked his own and was leaning in for a tender kiss. You hummed contently into his kiss, your lips locked perfectly, and your hand around his wrist kept his fingers between your legs.

“This okay?” he asked into your mouth.

“Mhm.” you slid your hand to the back of his neck to pull his lips harder onto yours.

“My God.” Lando mumbled into your kisses, movie forgotten.

He was dizzy on the feeling of your pussy under his fingers and for the first time ever, he was permitted the chance to explore your body just like that. His lips moved across your cheek and down your neck and you tilted your head to the side as your eyes fluttered closed to permit him room to kiss along your skin. In clumsy open mouthed kisses his touches had you shuddering and you spread your legs wider for him and guided his hand back just enough for his fingertips to graze over your clit.

“Fuck, right there.” you exhaled.

Lando moaned against your skin between his kisses, rubbing his fingers a little harder and a little faster over your clit to pull another sweet moan from your throat. He lifted his head from your neck to look down your body at the way his hand moved rapidly under the blanket. You could tell what he wanted so you took the initiative to push the blanket to the floor, revealing your soft thighs and black lace panties to him, the fabric bulging around his hand that was slid down the front.

“Fuck me.” Lando breathed at the sight, staring right at the way the motions of his hand had your chest heaving.

You pulled his face in by the back of his neck again and your lips locked with ease, both of you sharing lazy moans into each other’s mouths with the movie playing on in the background. You were so wet that even with your panties still on and the tv volume still playing, Lando’s fingers made the prettiest wettest noises as he rubbed at your pussy and pulled the breaths from your chest. He could feel himself getting hard again but he didn’t speak to it in fear of jinxing it. Instead, he left your clit alone and slid his fingers down farther to help himself to your cunt as he teased your leaking entrance before sliding his middle finger inside.

You whimpered loudly against his lips and he kissed you right through it as he started to fuck you with one finger. Your muscles were so tight around only one digit that Lando felt his dick aching in his underwear for its turn to feel. He was nearly leaning into you, kissing you with tongue and lips as he let instinct lead his fingers inside you as he slipped in a second.

“Yes, sir.” you whimpered into his kiss, holding his mouth on yours as he kissed you breathless and helped himself to your body.

“Fuck.” Lando muttered against your lips, starting to push his fingers into you in short curling thrusts, trapped close by your underwear.

You shared hungry moans into each other’s mouths and your fingers pulled at the back of his hair in an effort to feel him even closer, your legs spreading wider and hips pushing up against his hand. He fingered you ungracefully, fueled with inexperience, but with it just being him, it still felt good and you dared not complain. Your hands cascaded down his back and over his expanse of warm skin, letting him kiss you into the couch cushion until you were squirming for more and heaving for breath.

When your kiss broke for you to breathe, Lando’s eyes found yours and he spoke softly, “Please-“

“Yeah.” you cut him off, already knowing what he wanted - what you both wanted.

You pulled his hand from your underwear so you could take them off hurriedly and he did the same with his own, both of you stripping to nothing behind the steady volume of the tv playing across the room. He fell on top of you at the same time as you slid backwards to lay yourself down across the couch, urging his lips after yours by your hand at the back of his neck. Sloppy kisses were shared between you as his body weight rested heavily on top of you, encompassing you completely, and you wrapped him up in your arms adoringly.

“Mm, baby.” Lando mumbled into your kiss.

“Put it in.” you ordered breathily, your legs spread on either side of him as he laid on top of you on the couch.

“Condoms?” Lando asked.

“Not now.” you pouted, arching up against him pleadingly, “Please.”

“That’s so dangerous.” Lando whispered.

“I don’t care, I just need you.” you whined as your hands rubbed over his shoulders and across his back, your heels pressing into the back of his thighs to try and urge him into you.

Lando sighed shakily, dizzy on arousal and anticipation for what was to be only his second time, and he reached down between you to angle the swollen head of his cock against your pussy. He glided it up and down between your slick lips before carefully pressing it inside you.

The initial stretch had your mouth falling open with a soft gasp and he raised his hand up to the arm of the couch just behind your head to hold himself above you as he slid in deeper slowly. But his gaze stayed locked on yours and you couldn’t look away from the beautiful green eyes staring back at you in pleasurable shock. Lando filled you completely until he was balls deep, pressed right up close to your soft body that was a vision of his most ideal daydreams.

He took a second to linger in that moment for a little bit, basking in the snug warmth of your body wrapped around him and the gentle caresses of your hands over his bare skin. Your breathing fell in steady time, lips almost brushing with how close you laid, and your hands rubbed up and down his back until he was shifting onto his forearms on either side of your body and rolled his hips into yours.

“Mm.” you hummed pleasantly, your brows furrowed slightly as you stared up at him. He pushed into you all the way again before easing back and repeating that same deep stroke. You praised him breathily, “That’s it. That’s better.”

“Shit.” Lando huffed.

He let out a little grunt when he thrust into you again and you wrapped yourself around him selfishly.

“Fuck me.” you pleaded, pressing your heels into his bum to urge him deeper. “Please fuck me, sir.”

“Good girl.” Lando whispered against your cheek as he found a steady pace, trying to keep moving slow enough that he wasn’t going to lose it too quickly for a second time. “Like that?”

“Uh huh.” your nails pressed down into his back and your body arched into him for more, “Fuck, you’re so big.”

“You’re so perfect.” Lando praised softly.

He didn’t pull out too much and instead, he kept his thrusts short and deep and addictingly slow as he curled them into you until he was arguably just grinding into your body. The feeling made you salivate and you wrapped your arms tighter around his back and tangled one hand in his hair to hold his face in your neck as he kissed over your skin. The sweetest moans tumbled from your lips in time with each push of his hips and Lando wanted to listen to nothing else for the rest of his life. You were so perfect to him.

His arms slid beneath you so he could hold your body to his in an embrace and your legs followed suit as they wrapped around his waist to keep him close. Lando’s soft pants fell hotly against your neck with each slow thrust and they only came faster as he sped up, shoving into you a little harder each time.

“Oh God, yeah.” you whimpered, running your hands all over his back, “You’re so deep…feels so fucking good.”

Lando was addicted to the warm squeeze of your cunt and he couldn’t stop bucking into you, faster, harder, until little whimpers of his own were falling from his lips uncontrollably. He pressed one hand to the couch beside your head to prop himself up a little in order to get his lips on yours. You shared loud sloppy kisses between pleasant moans but soon he was tilting his head back to break your kiss.

“I’m gonna cum.” he warned anxiously.

So you reached down and grabbed his waist to stop him, forcing a gasp from his chest.

“Pull out.” you ordered.

Worried something was wrong, Lando did so quickly, but you just ran your hand through his hair and then gently pushed him down your body by the top of his head.

“Take a breather…eat me out.” you instructed.

Already breathless from nothing much, Lando’s face only flushed hotter at your demand as the reminder of his inexperience lingered in the back of his mind and your vast expanse of bare skin laid before him. But he feigned his confidence for the sake of impressing you and he dusted a few fleeting kisses over your stomach and down your thighs as he situated himself comfortably between your legs.

This was the first time he was able to get a good look at the most private part of you and he took a second to just stare at you, taking it all in. He might not have had anything to compare it to but that was the last thing he wanted to do anyway. This was you he was talking about - there was no one else more perfect, no one's body more stunning.

His gaze raised up your body to your face where you were already watching him longingly, eyelids heavy with bliss and a sweet smile dusting across your swollen lips. You petted your hand through his hair with your other tucked behind your head patiently, framing him with your thighs that he was drawn to for a few more teasing kisses. But then he encouraged himself onwards and he leaned down to press a cautious kiss right over your clit.

Your soft inhale had his eyebrows raising and he repeated that action once more before dropping out his tongue and licking slowly right up between your glistening folds. His first taste of you had him licking his lips savouringly, eyes wide, watching how you sent him a sultry knowing smile right back and your hand ran through his messy curls. Lando moved back down for more of you, licking slowly at your pussy with his full tongue as his breathy satisfied moans fell from his throat. You tasted like heaven, a flavour so unlike any other, and Lando couldn’t get enough. He nuzzled his face closer to you and moulded his licks into tongue-led kisses.

“Yes, baby.” you breathed to the ceiling.

Your encouragement only kept him going, welcoming his filthy kisses to your pussy until he was nearly making out with it, pulling sweet moans from your mouth. Lando took your reactions as positive reinforcement that he was doing something right and he wrapped one arm around your thigh to hold you in place. Your pussy was almost left gaping from how his cock had stretched you open only seconds before but it just allowed your sweet wetness to flow freely from your body and onto his tongue.

You tightened your hand in his hair and let your hips grind lazily against his mouth, eyes fluttering shut as you let the sensations overcome you. Lando moaned up against your pussy, keeping his sloppy inexperienced motions up and he followed where your hand pulled him without a word. He was drooling down his chin in spit and your sweet arousal, drunk on the taste of you and the way you tugged at his hair just right.

With your free hand, you reached down your body and spread yourself open between two fingers to permit him closer, instructing him with a point and a breathy, “Play with that spot.”

Lando nudged your hand out of the way so he could take over, holding your lips open so he could kiss wetly right over your swollen clit. His eyes stayed focused on your face and the way your body reacted to his every touch; how you back arched and hips ground against his mouth when he swirled his tongue around your clit and left it with another kiss.

“Mm, you’re a fucking tease.” you chuckled breathily, your chest already heaving from the rising pleasure that warmed your skin.

Lando smiled against you and licked right over your clit with his flat tongue before leaving an open mouthed kiss to the same spot. When that physically made you shudder, he did it again, and again, and then your head was tossing back against the arm of the couch and you were moaning his name to the ceiling. You were so incredibly gorgeous to him and especially so when he had the privilege to watch you writhe and moan from what only he was doing to you.

“Mm, my God, that’s so fucking good.” you cried softly to the ceiling, swirling your hips pleadingly against his face.

Lando slid an arm up your stomach so he could grab a handful of one of your breasts, kneading it purposefully in his grasp as his tongue continued its exploration of your body. Your eyes were closed and your teeth were sunken into your bottom lip but you were moaning like heaven and it only made Lando that much more sure that there was no way in hell he was going to stop until he made you cum. Your hand fell on top of his against your chest, holding him there, and your back arched from the couch so you could feel him in all the right spots. His wet tongue flicked at your clit messily and strongly, his fingers still spreading you open so he could reach every inch of you.

“Fuck, Lando, just like that. I’m gonna cum.” you squeaked. “Don’t stop, baby. Please don’t stop. Just like that.”

His dilated green eyes stared up at you from between your legs, even as you squirmed in rising bliss and he was forced to hold you down on his mouth. It was messy and he thrived in it, grinding himself down against the couch slightly for any sort of relief as he finished you off thanks to your generous instruction. Your body literally shuddered as the breath froze in your throat for a second and the pleasure washed over you, forcing an angelic whimpering moan from your chest as your fingers gripped his hair.

Lando pulled back with a wet slurp, leaving you panting over the couch and he didn’t plan on wasting a single second as he raised his right hand to his mouth to wipe some of the drool and your cum off his lips but also to get his hand nice and wet to smear around his cock. On slightly trembling arms, you pushed yourself up a little bit as he nudged your legs apart wider and you watched how he stroked his dick lazily before lining up with your sensitive pussy. It was literally throbbing with the aftershocks of your orgasm and you braced yourself as he eased inside you again.

Your head dropped back slightly with a tight groan, “Fuck, that’s so good.”

Lando steadied himself on his knees and he held his hands to your hips to lift you off the couch slightly and pull you into his deep thrusts as he started up again. You sobbed out a little sensitive moan and watched how he disappeared completely inside you over and over again as if he were making sure to fill you up with as much as he could offer every time.

“You’re fucking soaked.” Lando breathed shakily, pressing his fingers tighter into your hips.

You raised your eyes up to his face and he met your gaze, keeping your sultry eye contact as he started to fuck you faster.

“Uh huh.” you stumbled out in encouragement while you anchored one foot on the couch cushion for a better angle. You started to flick your hips up faintly in steady time with him, helping him to hit right where you needed him. Your eyes nearly rolled back in your head and you reached above you to grab onto the arm of the couch you rested against, “Ohh fuck…just like that.”

“Good girl.” Lando praised lowly, spurred on with the lust he received from making you cum to the point where he bravely reached a hand down to wrap around your throat.

“Fuck yeah.” you literally moaned, “Choke me, sir.”

“You like that?” Lando squeezed his hand a little tighter around your neck and kept the steady snap of his hips against yours until his balls were slapping against your ass and making the filthiest sound he hadn’t been blessed to hear since your first night together.

“Fuck me harder!” you cried, pathetically rutting your hips up against his thrusts as you tried to egg him on, “It’s been so long…fuck me like you mean it.”

Lando, with a shot of boldness, countered your plea, “Thought you wanted to linger on that tension? What’s the rush, baby?”

“Fuck you.” you laughed lightly, reaching down to grab two handfuls of his ass to try and move him yourself, desperate for his slow thrusts to get rougher.

“Can’t take it?” he taunted.

You whined and arched your head back against the side of the couch, “Please, sir. Fuck me like your good little whore. I need it.”

“Shit.” Lando grunted and leaned over you to grab onto the arm of the couch beside your head, holding himself up by that and his hand around your throat while he shoved into you harder, faster, giving you everything he could handle in that moment. He couldn’t even worry about if he was good or not because the way you moaned for him had his head absolutely spinning.

“Yes, yes, yes!” you squealed, an honest smile grazing your lips. “Give it to me! Give me that dick!”

“You’re gonna make me fucking cum, baby.” Lando panted.

“I want it!” you pleaded, keeping your legs spread wide on either side of his body and they bounced in mid-air with the aggression with which he was fucking you, your hands digging your nails into his shoulders, “Cum inside me. Please, sir.”

“Fuck, are you sure?” Lando hurried out.

“Uh huh! Please! I want it!”

Your voice was nearly echoing across the house and Lando was struggling to hold himself back just to make it last.

“Moan my name. I want to hear you say my name.” he ordered quietly.

If you wanted him to finish, then he was willing to give that to you as quickly as you wanted it.

“Choke me harder, Lando.” you pleaded, dropping a hand between your bodies to rub at your aching clit. “Fuck!”

His hand squeezed your throat tighter and your eyes stayed locked on each other’s, watching how sweat lined your skin and your cheeks were flushed pink with pleasure. He could feel your pussy starting to clench down on him and his mouth fell open beautifully, letting an uncontrollable moan fall from his lips.

“Oh my God, Lando.” you squeaked, rubbing tight circles at your clit as that perfect warmth tightened within you. “L-Lando- please, sir-”

That made him come seconds later and he warned you just before with a rushed and strained, “Cumming-”

Your mouth fell open at the feeling of that first shot releasing deep inside you and he kept fucking you through it even if his hips were slowing and stuttering. His deep moans were invigorating and your hand helped to finish you off seconds after him, the tight squeeze of your muscles causing his breath to catch in his throat.

“Holy fuck-” he choked out, slumping on top of you as his orgasm tapered off and he rolled his hips against yours to ride out that last little bit of lingering pleasure. You clung onto him tightly as your body tensed and shuddered with the waves of euphoria, blessing the air with his name.

With his hand still around your throat, he shifted it a bit higher to cradle your jaw and he pulled your lips to his for breathless sloppy kisses. You shared soft moans into each other’s mouths and your arms naturally wrapped around his back to hold him close as your legs linked over his. You kissed lazily for a few seconds before Lando’s phone started to ring from his pants pocket across the living room floor. But his lips were sweet and so addictingly soft that you struggled to let him part from you for even one second as you lifted your head from the arm of the couch to follow him when he tried to pull away.

“Baby,” he laughed breathily into your mouth as he held himself up on either side of your body laid out beneath him, “I gotta-”

“No.” you pouted sweetly, caressing his face in your hands.

“Five seconds.” he whispered, leaving you with one more kiss before he was moving back from you and carefully pulling out.

He hurried to grab his phone from his pocket, only to find that his mother was calling him and thus, he had no choice but to answer. His parents’ number one rule when he would spend the summer in Monaco was that he always had to answer when they called. So he did.

Lando turned back to you as he brought the phone to his ear with a breathless, “Hi, mum.”

“Hi, my love.” his mother said angelically. “How’s it going?”

“Good. It’s…going good.” Lando answered as casually as he could as he kept his eyes on your naked body laid out before him on the couch. You watched him carefully as your fingers rubbed between your parted thighs and when you spread your pussy open between two fingers, a thick drop of cum slipped out of you and down your flushed skin. His eyebrows raised filthily at the sight.

“You sound tired. Did I catch you at a bad time?”

“No,” Lando answered his mother, “Just, uh, finished at the gym. Had a bit of a workout.”

You giggled silently at his half truth and brought your fingers up to your mouth to lick off. He licked his lips habitually at the sight, going complete heart-eyes over you.

“Oh, that’s good you’re taking good care of yourself.”

“Yep.” Lando was hardly listening to his mother as your naked form called him over silently and he sat himself down on the couch with you again, letting your legs drape across his lap. You sat up to lean towards him and slung your arms around his shoulders, brushing your nose against his cheek to bring a smile to his lips.

“Are you watching something?”

It was only from his mother’s question that he tubed into the movie still playing across the living room and he glanced over at it as you pressed a silent little kiss to his jaw, “Yeah, I have the hotel tv on.”

“I’m surprised you’re home from work this early. They let you go?”

“Yes, mum.” Lando said flatly, stopping her, “What’s with all the questions? I’m fine. Can I please go now? I need to shower.”

“Alright, alright. Text me before bed, okay?”

“As usual.”

“I love you.”

“Love you.”

Lando barely had a second to hang up before you were pulling his lips on yours again and greedily taking kisses from him. He chuckled softly and wrapped his arm around you to pull you close, letting you rest slightly against his chest as he leaned back against the couch.

“Whatta mama’s boy.” you teased between sweet kisses.

“Shut up.” he laughed lightly. “Horrible timing.”

“How was your workout?” you rubbed your hand over his bare chest.

“Amazing.” Lando whispered, his eyes on your lips.

“You’re amazing.”

With a smile, you leaned right down against his chest and pushed your lips on his despite the smiles you both wore, sharing a few quick chasté kisses.

“Are you leaking on the couch?” he whispered.

“Probably.” you whispered back before nipping at his bottom lip.

He rubbed his hands over your hips and waist, “Should you clean up?”

“Lando?” you said softly, speaking to his lips.

The way you sounded when you called him by his name made his heart skip a beat and he tried not to grin too widely as he answered you just as sweetly.

“Yes, beautiful?”

You bit back your smile in return and gently ran your fingers through the roots of his hair before asking, “Can you stay the night?”

Lando’s eyes widened in surprise over your request, “Yeah…you want me to?”

You nodded.

He smiled honestly and leaned in to kiss you once more, “Okay, baby.”

“I’ll clean up…” you said and started to get up from the couch, “and then we should order dinner and rewind our movie.”

Lando chuckled lightly as he reached for his underwear to pull back on, “Yeah, that sounds like a good idea.”

There was no amount of pinching that would make life feel any less like a dream, Lando was sure of it. Waking up in your California King bed tangled in soft sheets and nothing but your scent had Lando in complete paradise. Not to mention with you at his side, looking like a goddess so early in the morning, cuddled up so sweetly against his bare chest. His heart could have beat right out.

He couldn’t help himself but lean in to press a feather soft kiss to your lips, starting off slowly to kiss you awake. He did so again, nearly holding his breath in anticipation for you to wake up, and by the third little kiss, he could start to feel your lips trying to pucker against his. With a soft caress of your back as he held you to his chest, Lando kissed you one more time and this time you met him halfway with a sleepy kiss of your own. When he pulled away with a smile, you sighed tiredly but contentedly.

“Morning, lover.” you mumbled.

“Morning, gorgeous.” Lando whispered.

You scoffed lightly, eyes still closed, “Not gorgeous.”

Lando’s eyebrows furrowed for a moment as he stared at your peaceful half-awake face…how your lashes rested calmly on your pink cheeks and the way your lips were left pouted the slightest bit from his kiss and the halo of hair that fell across the pillow and called his fingers to rake through adoringly. He couldn’t believe your doubts, not when you were the prettiest human being he had ever seen, replying with a matter of fact, “Yes.”

“Not in the morning.” you mumbled and pulled the blankets over your head to hide from him.

“Stop.” Lando pushed them back down and seriously wrapped his hand around your throat to guide your head up and your eyes naturally opened at his sudden movement. Eye to eye, he corrected you softly, “You’re fucking gorgeous. Especially right now.”

“Shush.” you pressed your hand to his mouth, “Untrue.”

The fact that you could never take his compliments confused him. In your world of admirers and followers, how could you still not see what he saw? It nearly broke his heart. You were so much to him but so little to yourself.

“Just c’mere and kiss me awake.” you changed the topic quickly and shuffled closer under the sheets until you could tangle yourself up with him, pulling his lips on yours by your hand around the back of his neck.

It was a solid distraction and one that worked very well when it came to Lando. He kissed you gladly, careless of morning breath or the heat that rose, and hands roamed bodies greedily. Lando wasn’t sure how long had passed but long enough that he was getting curious about it and he broke your lazy kisses with a soft sigh.

“We’re gonna be late for work.”

“Good thing you’re fucking the boss. I decide when we show up.” you shrugged before capturing his lips with yours again.

Lando literally moaned into your mouth, sold on your excuse, and he shifted his hand to the side of your face to hold your lips on his between deepening kisses. Hands stayed above the sheets so as to keep your kisses purely innocent and when it was finally time to separate, Lando was buzzing and only craving you more.

But you were getting out of bed instead, the t-shirt you wore just barely covering your panties, and your messy hair tumbled perfectly over your shoulders. When you pushed open the curtains, the light of the morning sun nearly made you sparkle and Lando watched from his spot in your bed as the sunshine just made you even more breathtaking to him. He didn’t understand what you couldn’t see about yourself.

The two of you got ready side by side in your ensuite bathroom as if the second sink had been waiting just for him. Lando had to wear the same clothes he wore the day before since the little sleepover at your house was spur of the moment but he didn’t mind. He was sure everyone was going to be too busy staring at you in your floral skirt and flowy blouse - because he certainly was.

In the front seat of your Mercedes, at a time well past the start of office hours thanks to your morning makeout in the warmth of your bed, you and Lando still took two stops on the way in. First, was to the pharmacy where he was told to wait in the car when you went in to buy a dose of Plan B. When you returned, he insisted on paying for it but you refused. You had wanted him to skip the condoms so it was on you. He held the box while you drove to pick up breakfast.

The Starbucks drive through was pretty crowded but it moved smoothly and it wasn’t long before you both had your food and were stopped in the parking lot to eat it. You unwrapped your breakfast sandwich and took a bite to start off, your other hand popping off the lid of your drink. Lando watched you quietly as he ate and when you held out your hand, he passed over the large box containing only the single small pill.

Part of him wished you didn’t take it because the idea of getting you pregnant was invigorating but he knew it wasn’t realistic. At least not yet. So he ate without complaint and watched you set your wrapped sandwich on the dashboard so you could open the box and pop the pill in your mouth to wash it down with your drink. Easy.

“Yum.” you said with a sigh, recapping your drink and reaching for your food again, “Nothing like Plan B and a breakfast sandwich to start the morning.”

“I’m gonna kiss you.” Lando warned before quickly leaning across the centre console.

You let him, risky in the public light surrounding you, but it was just one and it was fast. With a smile, you kept his lingering eye contact and struggled to look away. It was true you had fallen for him way too hard and way too fast. It almost scared you. How much of this young man did you know before letting him into your life? Into your workplace? Into your bed? Yet you seemed to trust him so easily and so wholeheartedly.

When you both arrived at the office that morning, no one seemed to bat an eye. Well, except your friends who flocked to your office and all tried to come through the door at the same time, startling both you and Lando.

Lily pointed at him, “You’re wearing the same clothes as yesterday!”

“Oh my gosh.” Oscar crossed his arms over his chest with a smirk.

“How was your sleepover?” Charles asked teasingly.

Lando, his half-finished coffee in one hand, glided past your friends to the office door as he answered, “A good man doesn’t kiss and tell.”

Your friends booed at him - much to his surprise - and you just chuckled at his shocked face as they hovered around you instead, hungry for the details.

With a purposeful toss of the empty Plan B box into your trash can, made so they could see what you were throwing out, you simply smiled, “I think it was perfect.”

Lando lingered in the doorway with a proud grin that you reciprocated and he casually sipped his coffee, ignoring the rush of questions from your friends. This was a moment he had only dreamt about.

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