#Carlando smut
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Boy Toys || CarLando
Summary: You invite your boyfriend’s ex-teammate to bed and he is more than willing to be your toy for the night.
Warnings: 18+ only, nsfw, mmf threesome, mxm anal
WC: 2.7k
“He wants you, amor,” Carlos teased the shell of your ear. Your boyfriend stood behind you, his hands on your waist and his body flush against yours. “He can’t stop looking at you.”
You looked at Carlos’ ex-teammate and found his blue eyes already watching you from across the bar and heat coursed your veins at the way he held his bottom lip pinched between his teeth. The younger driver had grown more handsome over the years since Carlos left McLaren but he clearly still had it bad for you, and Carlos was enjoying every second of it as his hands trailed up your body before curving over your ribs. Lando’s eyes dropped to the possessive touch that cradled the underside of your breasts and drew his attention to your nipples that were beginning to peak against the thin satin dress you wore.
“Stop bruising the poor guy’s ego,” you chuckled as you pushed his hands back down to your hips. You turned and draped your arms around Carlos’ neck, smiling sweetly as you tipped your head back to meet his eyes. “Or I might just have to go and kiss it better.”
Carlos’ hands spread over your ass and pulled you against him, his growing semi digging into your abdomen. A smirk played on his full lips and dirty thoughts danced across his face that you had always found easy to read. “Hmm, would you really?”
You rose onto your tip toes and nipped at his bottom lip before trailing kisses along his jawline. “Absolutely, I would even let you watch.”
Your ass burned with a sharp smack and he inhaled your moan as he kissed you with a harsh crash of his lips. “Go on then, amor, put him out of his misery.”
You grinned at the permission and slipped out of his hold to cross the room. The duo had been friends long before you started your relationship with Carlos and there had always been an undercurrent of sexual tension when the three of you were in a room together. You hadn’t been able to resist asking Carlos about it one night when your bodies were entangled. He admitted he felt it too but assured you nothing had happened, much to your disappointment. Things started to change after that night and Carlos grew bolder around Lando, playing on his desire and yours.
“You’re looking lonely,” you greeted Lando, draping your arms around his neck in an overly friendly hug. “Dance with me.”
He looked at Carlos, catching the smirk and the nod the Spaniard gave before turning to another friend who had called his name. Letting you drag him to the middle of the crowd where the room felt claustrophobic, Lando easily slipped into the space you made, his arms curving around your waist as the beat of the song echoed in his chest.
You tipped your head back on his shoulder as you swayed your hips to the music, enjoying the feel of his breath on your neck as he grew the courage to brush his lips over your racing pulse. The sweet perfume on your neck seemed more intoxicating than the drinks he had and he brushed his nose along your neck as he inhaled more.
“Make me sweat, make me hotter, make me lose my breath, make me water,” you sang along suggestively to the song and grinned when he groaned quietly.
“I wish…”
You turned in his arms and bit your lip as your hands roamed his body, slipping beneath the cotton shirt and over his abs. “What exactly would you wish for?”
“What?”
“If you had one wish, what would it be?”
Lando dared to dream as his hands slipped down your body to rest on your ass, growing bolder when you made no attempt to stop him. His lips brushed your skin as he dipped his head down to yours, resting cheek to cheek and whispering all the filthy thoughts he had imagined with you. Each one sent heat flaming across your body and your deep breath swelled in your chest, causing your breasts to brush against him. The satin teased your already stiff nipples and a soft moan tumbled out to caress his ear.
“We should get out of here,” you suggested as your heart began to beat between your legs, your core throbbing with need.
“We?” Lando asked, pulling back to catch sight of Carlos casually waiting by the bar still.
“He likes to watch…unless you want him to join.” You watched him swallow deeply, that damn kissable lip catching between his teeth again before he nodded.
“He likes to watch?”
You grazed your nails over his abs and felt them tense at the touch. “He likes to watch me play with my toys. Will you be my toy tonight?”
His hand was already grabbing yours with the need for a quick exit. “Fuck yes.”
You let him lead the way, nodding your head to Carlos and pointing to the corridor that led out of the bar. His swagger was confident as he placed his glass on the bar top and made his way out too.
“Where are we off to in such a hurry?” Carlos asked as he intercepted you by the door, casually leaning across the opening to block Lando. It left their bodies close and dark eyes drank in the younger driver whose hand still gripped yours. Lando froze, his eyes darting between you and Carlos with worry before a grin split your boyfriend’s face. “Relax, cabrón, I mean your hotel or mine.”
“Fuck, man, you gave me a heart attack.” Lando exhaled in relief before getting a little nervous, dropping your hand to scratch the back of his neck. “Uh, I don’t mind.”
“Ours,” you decided. “My toys are in the suitcase.”
Carlos’ eyes lit up at the thought. “You brought them through airport security, amor?”
You winked and ducked under his arm to start making an exit. “It was a private jet. I figured no one would check. Now are we going to have some fun or just me?”
The two drivers looked at each other and smirked.
The hotel door slammed shut and Carlos winced in apology but he was a little too eager to finish what started in the elevator. You could still feel Lando’s kiss on your lips and see Carlos’ eyes darkening with lust. You wanted more.
Lando crashed into you, his hands grabbing your waist to steady your steps as he guided you back to the bed. “You have no idea how long I have wanted this,” he confessed as those strong hands moved to caress your ass.
A deep groan filled the air and it didn’t come from the man in front of you. “Oh, I know,” Carlos said as he pressed himself to your back and kissed your neck. “I’ve seen the way you watch her, cabròn.”
“The same way you look at each other,” you added, feeling them both stiffen against you. Neither pulled away, Lando’s hands still resting on your ass where Carlos’s front was pressed against them. “I think it’s hot as fuck.”
Lando was no longer looking at you but over your shoulder. “I thought you were just watching…”
Carlos’ heartbeat thrummed rapidly against your back. “If that’s what you want.”
The silent question hung in the air and you held your breath waiting for it to settle. There was no expectation from Carlos because he was absolutely happy to just watch, you could feel it from the large bulge digging into your ass, but you had seen the longing to join as well.
Lando’s hand moved and you feared he was pulling away until Carlos moaned. Your thighs pressed tight in search of friction as you felt Lando stroking Carlos over his jeans and you felt them both shiver in anticipation.
“How attached are you to this dress?” Lando asked.
“I love it, but I’ll love it more the faster it comes off.”
His smirk grew and he reached for the thigh split, his strength easily overcoming the sewed join as he ripped it all the way to the top. The material fell open, only kept up by the thin straps over your shoulders, until Carlos brushed them off.
“Dios mio.”
Carlos chuckled at Lando’s poor pronunciation and ran a hand down the curves of your body. “Is that all you have learned from me, carnal?”
“I can’t think of anything when you do that,” he admitted. “You’re so fucking lucky.”
You weren’t quite sure who he was saying it to and you shared a smile with Carlos as you saw the same thought pass across his eyes. “I’m feeling pretty lucky right now,” you teased as you took Carlos’ hand and guided it to the juncture of your thighs. “I have two very handsome men with me, except they are completely overdressed.”
You stepped away from them and climbed onto the bed, taking a seat at the headboard. “You can’t join me until you are naked.”
Lando nearly fell over as his legs tangled in his jeans but he kicked them aside and tore his shirt over his head. Carlos was more content to remove his shirt and unbuckle his belt before taking a seat on the couch in the room. He could see how eager his friend was and was willing to let him have some unbridled fun before he joined in.
“Go ahead, carnal,” he encouraged when he saw Lando stop and look back.
“Told you he likes to watch,” you said as you rose to your knees and met him in the middle of the bed. You combed your fingers through his hair and looked into his pretty puppy eyes, he was waiting for your guidance. You decided you quite liked looking into his eyes and pushed his chest, forcing him onto his back. “You still wanna be my toy tonight?”
“Yes, fuck yes.” He cradled your ass as you climbed up his body, straddling his chest as you looked down at him. “Use me, baby, I’ll do anything you want.”
You smirked at Carlos as you shifted and felt Lando’s tongue flick out and swipe your slit as you settled over his face. Lando’s moan quickly followed the taste before he gripped your hips and tugged you down on his lips. Like a starving man, he devoured your pussy, licking and sucking you into a frenzy until your moans grew louder, urging him on further.
“Spank her, carnal,” Carlos urged, his voice tense as he gripped his cock tightly and leaned closer in the chair. “Make her come screaming your name.”
You rocked your hips over his face as he fucked you with his tongue and jolted with the sudden flame that kissed your ass. “Harder,” you breathed as your eyes fluttered shut and your thighs clenched around his head. Lando’s hand scorched your cheek again and your head fell back as the heat spread to your cunt, spilling over his lips in waves as you cried out his name.
Then, you were airborne. Lando’s muscles tensed as he sat up with you still riding out your orgasm on his face. He flopped you onto the pillows and chuckled at the fucked out look in your eyes but he wasn’t finished with you as he buried his face back between your legs and added two thick fingers to your cunt. Your back arched as your pussy clamped around the digits, tight from the orgasm that still sent pulses throughout your body.
“Dios mio,” Carlos groaned as he rose from the bed and walked around to the drawer on your side. Your eyes could barely see him as they rolled back into your head but you heard the click of the cap from the bottle of lube. “Keep going, hermoso.”
You hadn’t noticed Lando had stopped, you were too busy watching Carlos kneel onto the bed behind Lando. The younger driver's legs were spread where he lay on his stomach between yours and his toes curled at the touch of the cold gel on his ass.
“I’ll warm it up,” Carlos promised as he gently massaged the lube around Lando’s hole, drawing a low moan from him.
You were glad the pillows held you up because your body was not functioning right as you watched Lando’s eyes close and his teeth bite his bottom lip at the finger Carlos worked inside him. Lando’s breath tickled your thighs as he moaned deeply as you combed your fingers into his curls.
“You like that, baby?” you asked knowingly. “You want Carlos to fuck you?”
“Yes…please,” he whimpered with need, rocking his hips to take it deeper. “I want him.”
Carlos added a second finger and you gasped as Lando buried his teeth in your thigh and pumped his fingers into your cunt at the same pace.
“I want you too,” Lando moaned, peering up from between your legs with dark eyes.
You looked over his shoulder to see Carlos squeezing a generous layer of gel down his thick length, lazily stroking it to spread it evenly. He was ready, and you were more than ready.
“Come on then, handsome, fuck me like you could only imagine. Take me how you want,” you dared, remembering his wish that he whispered in your ear.
“You’re going to fucking kill me,” Lando groaned as he knelt on the bed and flipped you over, pulling you hips up so you were on all fours. “And I’ll die happy.” He snapped his hips forward and buried himself in your pussy, the warm wet walls clenching around him until he bottomed out and you both moaned at how good it felt.
“Ready, hermoso?” Carlos asked as he positioned himself behind Lando, teasing his tip around his hole before gently pushing against the resistance.
Lando didn’t answer out loud. He pulled out of you, pushing himself back onto Carlos’ cock and his breath froze in his lungs as the fullness grew inch by inch. “Fuck…” he moaned breathlessly, stopping for a moment to adjust before he dragged his hips forward again and filled you.
“I’m not sure who is the toy now,” Carlos teased as Lando set himself a steady pace of fucking you and then fucking himself agaisnt Carlos with each thrust and retreat. You didn’t care if he was using you at the point, you were so far gone in your pleasure you weren’t sure you were ever going to come down. “But fuck this feels good. Your ass is perfect, cariño.”
Lando moaned at the praise and sped up, the sounds of bodies slapping together filling the hotel room just as loud as your moans. The bruising grip on your hips tightened and you reached between your legs to press a finger to your puffy clit. The growing tightness in your body surged with the added stimulation and your legs began to tremble before a fresh wave of pleasure rolled over you.
Your orgasm sent your walls pulsing around his cock and he cried out as it triggered his own, the hot ropes of his cum filling your cunt until it dripped down your quaking thighs. Carlos bit his full lip as Lando’s body clamped down around his cock and it was all too much to resist his own release. Spanish tumbled from his lips as he buried himself as deep as he could, the weight of his body pinning you to the mattress beneath Lando. Lando cried out again as he felt Carlos’ cock pulse inside him, the warmth of his seed spilling into him.
Carlos pressed a soft kiss to Lando’s shoulder before gently pulling out and collapsing to the bed panting. The weight lifted and you could breathe fully again as your boyfriend wrapped an arm around Lando, his fingertips dancing on your skin.
“That was…” Carlos couldn’t seem to find the word to describe it, but you understood.
“Yeah, it was,” you giggled.
“Definitely,” Lando confirmed, still panting in recovery as he started to sit up.
“Stay,” Carlos whispered as he pulled him back down between your bodies. “You don’t have to go.”
“Are you sure?”
You rolled over to face him and mirrored Carlos, curling an arm around his waist too so he was cocooned. “Definitely.”
#Carlando x reader#Carlando smut#lando norris fanfic#lando norris imagine#lando norris x reader#carlos sainz fanfic#carlos sainz imagine#carlos sainz x reader#lando norris smut#carlos sainz smut#f1 fanfic#f1 imagine#f1 smut
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carlando x reader? Maybe where reader agrees to hook up with one and the other is secretly there? Keep up the great work (even tho it wasnt my request the carlos x max was GREAT)
Wild Dreams II Lando Norris x Reader x Carlos Sainz ⒽⓌ
SUMMARY: Maybe fulfilling one of your wildest dreams wouldn't be so difficult after all.
WARNINGS: **18+**
A/N: Two people requested a Carlando fic so here it is ;) Also not proofread ;I
"Here baby." Lando took the glass from your hand before replacing it with another one with what looked like the same clear liquid.
"What is it?" You giggled, the buzzed feeling through your body making everything a little more funny than usual.
"Just drink it baby, all in one go fo me." Lando smirked placing a hand on your waist to keep you steady.
"Hmm okay." You agreed hopping whatever drink your boyfriend had brought you now was just as good as the last how many others you had drunk during the night.
You took the glass and just like he asked downed the liquid all in one go ready to feel the burn down your throat...but it never came.
"Aww baby." Lando cooed at seeing the way your jaw dropped before you pouted at him.
"It's water," you said upset...using that baby voice that Lando loved so much. "You tricked me." You then crossed your arms trying to seem angry about it.
"Aww darling I had to, you're gonna thank me tomorrow I promise." Lando started placing small kisses across your cheek and down your jaw watching the way you were struggling not too smile.
"LANDOOOOO!" You were interrupted by someone putting their arm around Lando's neck and pulling him back, it wasn't hard to guess who.
You might have been Lando's girlfriend whom he stood alongside all night but Carlos wasn't far behind, always just a few feet away from his Lando.
You swallowed hard at watching the way Carlos held your boyfriend, stretching his neck back letting you have a good look at the veins across your boyfriend's large neck you loved so much. But then you saw the way Carlos's plump lips were so close to Lando's face as he whispered something into his ear Lando holding onto Carlos's arm for stability.
The heat that rushed between your legs was something you had to hide, you didn't want your boyfriend to see the way their closeness made you react, and luckily the heat from the drinks you'd had all night was helping hide the heat that coursed through your body at seeing the two boys in front of you being so touchy.
All these thoughts ran through your head but your heart skipped a beat when you noticed your boyfriend staring right at you as Carlos continued to whisper something to him. You watched as Carlos's eyes very slowly scanned your body from your heeled feet to your bare legs, the space between your legs, your hips, all the way up. The way he looked at you made you feel as if you were completely naked in his eyes.
You cleared your throat nervously knowing that your voice would fail you now if you tried to speak. Your boyfriend smirked which only made you more nervous.
"How about we go home, darling?" Lando asked you extending his hand out to you.
You slotted your body into his arm as you were used to nodding instead of speaking. You saw Carlos smirk behind him as his hand left Lando's hip from the space reserved exclusively for him.
"I'll see you soon." Carlos winked at you both as Lando held your waist tightly against him ready to head out.
"See you, man." Lando didn't lose his smirk. They were planning something and something told you it had to do with you.
During the ride back Lando was sweet as usual, giving you his coat as soon as he saw you shiver, offering to carry you all the way to your room in case your feet hurt from the heels, and ordering you some food before he let you head into the shower to wash yourself off.
It confused you the way you watched your boyfriend with another guy...but more specifically Carlos could make you feel like this. Washing the slick that gathered between your legs made you feel guilty, what would Lando say if he ever found out? you thought to yourself.
When you finally felt like you'd washed even the dirtiest of thoughts away you wrapped a towel around yourself and headed out the bathroom but you weren't even able to take one step before your boyfriend was in front of you.
"Hey, baby." He looked down at you with the same smirk from the club.
"Hi." Your voice was shaky as you felt Lando's hand slip through the opening of the towel and touch your bare skin underneath.
"How was your shower?" He asked as he kissed your shoulder.
You sighed as Lando began following the path from your shoulder up your neck kissing each spot more and more passionately each time. "Uh Good." you moaned.
"Yeah...you took a while...what were you thinking about huh?" Lando's voice was low, there was a tone too it you never heard before but it made you feel all kinds of things.
"No-Nothing." You stuttered before Lando slid his tongue across your lips.
"Tsk tsk tsk." Lando clicked his tongue. "No need to lie to me baby...just tell me." He placed his thumb on your chin pulling down so your mouth opened slightly before slipping his tongue in. He started making out with you which made you feel fuzzy once more.
"mmm." You moaned when you felt Lando's hand slip further under your towel cupping your ass in his hands and squeezing.
"I saw the way you looked at me...the way you looked at Carlos." Lando continued talking.
Your eyes snapped open and the realization that your boyfriend could have possibly found out what you were thinking. "What- I-" You had no idea what to say.
"Shhh, don't worry." He only whispered before he grabbed the hem of the towel where you had tucked it into your chest and released it so the towel pooled on the ground leaving you bare.
Lando loved the way your breath got shaky and the way shivers filled your body as his fingers traced around your skin. "Do you like seeing Carlos with me?" He asked you. "Don't lie." He added.
It kind of scared you, not knowing what Lando's intention was here but by the lust you could see in his eyes you could see all this talk turned him on.
"Yes." You answered honestly hoping this wouldn't ruin everything.
Lando laughed as his hand came between your legs. You whined as Lando slipped his finger through your slit moving his finger back and forth circling around your clit a few times but not actually touching it. "I can see you that," Lando commented as he brought his finger back up showing you the way it dripped with your juices.
"Let me taste it." you jumped at hearing another voice from the corner. You looked behind Lando noticing Carlos there, had he been there the whole time?
Lando walked back as Carlos walked forward and eventually Carlos chest his Lando's back coming to a halt a few feet from you.
You watched in shock as Carlos grabbed Lando's hand that had just touched you bringing it up to his face before he took Lando's fingers in his mouth licking them clean.
"mmm, I think she liked that." Lando smiled noticing the way you closed your legs tighter feeling a tingle between them.
"She tastes good." Carlos smiled too looking over at you. "Cat got your tongue princesa?" Carlos then asked you as you watched the way his hands began lifting Lando's shirt as he rubbed his hands across his abs.
Lando stripped his own shirt off as Carlos grabbed his hips, his eyes never leaving you.
"What are you-" you were only able to speak a few words, overwhelmed by the sight in front of you.
"Come here darling," Lando spoke to you.
Your legs moved faster than your mind could process and the next thing you knew you stood in front of your boyfriend and Carlos, Lando placed a hand low on your hips and Carlos's hand wrapped a little higher than his also on your body.
"Do you want to have some fun with us tonight?" Lando asked you.
You were still more than confused, should this be a question you and Lando should ask Carlos? Since when were they an us? But that didn't seem like such an issue since you quickly found yourself nodding in agreement.
"Good girl." Carlos spoke as he moved around Lando ready to take you.
"Wait." Lando stopped him by placing a hand on his chest.
"I need words, baby." Despite his eagerness, Lando still worried you might be feeling pressured into this.
"Yes...please." you whimpered a little more impatiently than you would've liked to sound which gave Lando the confirmation he needed for everyone to proceed.
"Go on." Lando then spoke to Carlos.
Carlos reached you and cupped his face in your hands before connecting your lips. Making out with Carlos felt so much different than with Lando but at the same time, there was some sense of familiarity in it.
Carlos's lips were so plump, able to cover your lips entirely each time he kissed you he was also slower with his tongue, tracing your lips slowly. On the other hand, when Lando kissed you it was evident to see his eagerness as he never waited to shove his tongue into your mouth, your kisses were often sloppy and rushed.
But with both of them you you could feel the need they had to for you, to taste you and to feel you, by simply kissing you they made you feel so wanted.
"Fuck that's hot." You heard your boyfriend whisper behind you unaware at what point he had moved around the room.
Carlos then began kissing your jaw, then down your neck where you could feel he was leaving marks but you didn't care it all felt too good.
You opened your eyes when you felt Carlos's lips leave your body momentarily, growing more excited when you saw your boyfriend stripping Carlos off his clothes before Carlos did the same to him leaving them both bare in front of you.
They seemed lost in each other for a few seconds which made you realize this wasn't the first time they had probably done this and you would be lying if you said you didn't feel a tinge of jealousy at the thought but at the same time excitement filled you with the thought they would now be doing it with you.
You watched as Carlos confidently grabbed Lando's cock in his hand pumping it a few times which made Lando groan in pleasure.
You let yourself fall back on the bed, opening your legs wide as your hand slipped between your hands and you began touching yourself to the sight of the two men in front of you.
"Fuck if you don't stop I'll cum." Lando whispered to Carlos but it was enough for you to hear.
Carlos proudly smirked before he placed a kiss on Lando's chest and finally let go of Lando's member.
"Sh*t." Carlos whispered to himself as he turned to look at you touching yourself on the bed.
"Will one of you fuck me or should I just keep going?" The confidence you suddenly mustered took everyone by surprise.
"No need to ask me twice." Carlos smirked as he hopped on the bed slotting himself between your legs.
You looked to Lando making sure he was okay with this and he gave you a nod of confirmation. As much as Lando would've like to be the first to fuck you he still felt sensitive and knew he wouldn't last long if he slotted into you now and he wanted this to last.
Carlos teased your entrance a few times coating his dick with your slick before finally entering you. "F*ck." You moaned in pleasure at feeling the new stretch. Lando was big but Carlos had so much girth it took you by surprise.
"You feel so good." Carlos said breathlessly as he began thrusting in and out of you.
Carlos kept fucking you and it almost had your eyes rolling back in pleasure, it was good, incredibly good but you also felt like you were missing something.
"Lando I want you to fuck me too." You asked your boyfriend who had laid beside you slowly stroking his cock and watching Carlos fuck you.
"I will darling, as soon as he's done." Lando kissed your temple.
"No...I want the both of you." You confidently asked. Both Carlos and Lando looked at each other in surprise, the excitement that filled their bodies at the request was evident.
"You sure?" Lando asked you despite wanting to jump into it (into you) right away.
"Yes...please." You pleaded.
Carlos momentarily pulled out of you, Lando slipped under you and you took his dick slipping it into you, moaning in pleasure at the familiar sensation, you then leaned forward, your chest resting against your boyfriend as you reached back Carlos letting you grab his cock before you placed it at your entrance right on top of Lando's dick before pushing it in with Carlos help.
The stretch was unlike anything you'd ever felt before, initially painful but the boys stayed still letting you adjust to the feeling.
"Carlos move," you asked him and Carlos slowly pushed his dick out to push it back in.
Lando could feel Carlos's cock move against him which had him roll his eyes back in pleasure at the feeling of you both against him.
"Ah fuck that feels so good." You felt so full in such a good way.
"Baby move." You then asked Lando.
Lando had to work hard to work through the dizzying pleasure to grab your hips and start thrusting into you, Lando's and Carlos's dicks rubbed against each other inside you and it was all so overwhelmingly delightful the sounds around the room seemed right out of a porno.
"Fuck I'm gonna cum." Carlos was the first to say as they simultaneously fucked you.
"Go faster!" You called out to both boys as you felt your orgasm approaching.
They both fulfilled your command as they picked up their pace fucking into you.
"Fuck I'm about to cum." Lando finally spoke.
"SHIT." You were the first to break as you trembled in between their bodies, falling flat against your boyfriend.
A few seconds after you felt one of them spill into you followed by the other. They both grunted in pleasure as their dicks pulsated inside you.
"Fuck that was amazing," Carlos spoke as he pulled out of you his dick covered in the three of you, Lando pulled out after which made you feel so empty, you immediately missed the feeling of them.
"I don't think my legs work anymore." You sighed content.
Both the boys laughed, Carlos falling onto his back beside you both, you would probably all fall asleep like this in a few minutes but it felt right.
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Carlos and how he deals with his brats (except Lando is a brat and her punishment is all his fault)
Carlando x reader
warnings: smut, p in v, unprotected sex, cockwarming, dom carlos, bratty lando, use of good girl and bad girl, use of handcuffs
She sat on Lando's lap, tears on her cheeks as she kept her arms around his head and her head was against her shoulder as she looked at Carlos sat beside them. "Carlos, please," she whimpered.
Lando's cock was nestled inside of her, but neither of them were allowed to move. They had been given incredibly strict rules, and Carlos sat with them to make sure they didn't break them. That was how they got into this mess in the first place.
Carlos paid them no attention. He sipped his drink, staring forward at the tv they were watching. His girl was suffering, yes, but she had been bad. And bad girls get punished.
Lando had been bad too. That was why he was sat there, his cock unmoving inside of her. He wasn't allowed to move inside of her.
Lando twitched and she cried against his shoulder. "Please, please, please, please," she whispered, moving her hips slightly.
A swat landed on her ass and she jumped. That was all the movement she was going to get when Lando gripped her hips tightly. He was enjoying their punishment, and that was clear. She fucking hated him for that.
Because it was his fault. It was all his fault. Not hers. She was Carlos's good girl. She was always Carlos's good girl. It was Lando who was bad, not her.
He was the one who had picked her up and carried her to the bed. He was the one who had placed her down and pulled off her clothes. He was the one who had dug his tongue into her folds and had her shaking beneath him. She had tried to stop him, tried to remind him of the rules Carlos had set out for them, but Lando didn't care.
She stopped reminding him of Carlos when he pushed his cock inside of her. She pulled in a sharp intake of breath, all of the thoughts of the rules leaving her mind.
Carlos just so happened to open the apartment door to hear her moans and cried as her nails raked down Lando's back. He marched to the bedroom that they all shared and threw open the door.
"That's it," Lando grunted as he fucked her into their super king size mattress. "Who's making you scream like this?"
"You," she moaned.
"Who?" He pushed, his thrusts slowing down. He was close, Carlos could tell as he watched.
"Lando!" She cried.
That was enough for Carlos. He grabbed a hold of Lando and pulled him away. She whined at the loss of contact, reaching for something. But then her eyes opened and she saw Carlos standing there. "Oh no," she squeaked.
That was how they got to where they are now. "Carlos," she whispered, reaching for him.
Finally he looked at her. He grabbed her chin and pulled her closer to him. But he didn't kiss her, and didn't pull off of Lando's cock. "What is it, mi amor?"
She closed her eyes and cried to get closer to him, but Lando's grip on her was far too tight. "Please," she whispered, her eyes pleading. "Please."
"You were bad. My good girl was bad," he said and gave her a chaste kiss.
It wasn't enough, not for her. When he stood up for just a second, she turned to Lando. "Lan, please tell him it's your fault. Tell him that I was reminding you of the rules."
"What, and take the punishment alone? No way," he said and kissed her head.
Carlos kept them there until the end of the movie that they were watching. As soon as they allowed them up, she climbed off of Lando's dick and threw herself in Carlos's arms. "I'm sorry," she said as she tucked herself against his side. "I'll never be bad again."
"I know, my good girl," Carlos said and kissed the top of her head. He snapped his attention to Lando.
Where she was his good girl, Lando was his brat. Carlos knew that Lando heard him walk into the bedroom earlier. He knew that Lando had chosen the words carefully as soon as he heard the door open. He had said something that would get Carlos riled up and Carlos knew it.
But Carlos could be forgiving. He'd given them both a punishment and she had immediately run to his side. But Lando hadn't seemed affected by the punishment. In fact, he'd seemed to enjoy it.
"Fine," said Carlos as he stood up. "Strip, the both of you."
She did exactly as he asked as Carlos walked into the bedroom. Lando, though, he just sat there. "Lan!" She hissed as she threw her clothes to the side. "Please, I don't want to be punished again."
"Don't worry, mi amor," said Carlos as he strode back into the room. He gave Lando a look and he began pulling off his clothes.
As soon as he was naked, Carlos pulled Lando to his feet. He held his hands behind his back, handcuffed them together, and sat him back on the sofa. "You're gonna sit and watch while I fuck her," he said. Behind him she sucked in a sharp breath. "And you're not going to touch yourself."
As if to make his point, Carlos reached down and touched him briefly. Lando couldn't stop the whine that left his lips.
But Carlos stood and walked away from him. He walked over to his good girl and sat on the couch beside her, pulling her into his lap. Immediately she pressed her lips against his and her hands in his hair, tugging at the dark strands.
A groan left Carlos's throat. He pulled away just slightly, his lips just centimetres away from his. "Did you make you cum earlier?" Carlos asked and she quickly shook her head. "Good," he said, looking past her, looking at Lando.
Lando, who was achingly hard. Lando, who just wanted to touch himself. Lando, who wasn't allowed to do just that.
Carlos reached down to touch her, all while looking at Lando. She whined as he touched her, feeling through her folds, touching her clit. "Carlos," she cried, her head against his shoulder as she grinded herself against his hand.
"This is what happens when you're good," he said, but he wasn't talking to her. "When you're good, you get to cum."
"Fuck!" Lando cried, thrusting his hips up. But it did nothing, brought him no amount of pleasure.
Carlos pulled his hand away from her and she let out a small cry. But Carlos was unzipping his jeans. Suddenly, she didn't mind that he wasn't touching her anymore.
Carlos freed his cock and she wrapped her fingers around him. She began moving her hand up and down, but Carlos didn't react. He kept staring at Lando. It was almost like he was bragging without words. "Go on, Cariño mío," he said.
She held him and moved herself forward, sinking down onto his cock. Carlos groaned and threw his head back, moving his hand to grip her hips. Goddamn, he loved the feel of her, the way she squeezed him. "My good girl," he whispered as he eyes fluttered shut.
She tried to ride him, but Carlos knew she was a princess. He knew he was going to have to do all of the work. Holding her hips, he began to move her, bouncing her on top of him. He got himself into a comfortable position, one that allowed him to thrust his hips up towards her.
She moaned and whined and cried out as Carlos fucked her.
It wasn't like when Lando fucked her. Carlos was more controlling, more aggressive. He loved it, loved the way he man handled her. The way she screamed and cried his name, it was music to his ears. "Who's making you scream like this?" He asked, looking past her, at Lando.
"You!" She cried, arching her back towards him.
"Who?" He pushed, moving himself faster.
"Carlos!" She screamed, her eyes squeezing shut.
Nobody could make her cum like Carlos. Not even Lando could. He could make her cum, make her feel like she was on cloud nine. But the orgasm that Carlos drew out of her was other worldly.
Black spots appeared in her vision as she slumped against him. Carlos moved himself slower his movements more gentle until he came inside of her, painting her walls.
He pulled her off of him and kissed her forehead as she rested against him. But then she looked over at Lando.
His eyes were shut and he let out a series of whines. His hands clearly pulled at the handcuffs and she couldn't help but feel bad for him. "Carlos," she whispered, fluttering her eyelashes at him. "Can I?"
He thought for a moment. "Okay," he said and kissed her forehead again.
With that she climbed off of his lap and made her way over to Lando. She sank herself to her knees and wrapped her lips around his cock.
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the day after - Carlando
Lando Norris x Carlos Sainz
Theme: Fluff (light touching)
it's the day after the Australia GP and Carlos is spending the morning in bed with Lando x
word count: 1325
taglist: @game-set-canet
open for requests of either ships or reader fics, feel free to ask :)
The golden rays of dawn filter through the curtains, casting a warm glow across the plush hotel room where Lando and Carlos lie entwined in each other's arms. The afterath of the Australian Grand Prix still lingers in the air, the taste of champagne and victory sweet on their lips.
Carlos stretches, his hazel eyes fluttering open to meet Lando's gaze. A soft smile tugs at the corner of his lips as he takes in the sight of his beloved, his heart swelling with affection.
Lando, wearing Carlos's Ferrari shirt, looks back at him with adoration, his fingers tracing lazy circles on Carlos's bare chest.
"Morning, champ," Lando murmurs, his voice husky with sleep but laced with tenderness.
"Morning, my love," Carlos replies, his voice filled with warmth as he presses a gentle kiss to Lando's forehead.
The events of the previous day flood back to them—the adrenaline-pumping race, the electrifying atmosphere of standing together on the podium, celebrating their victories side by side. Carlos's triumphant win, with Lando right by his side, has been a moment they will cherish forever.
But amidst the glitz and glamour of the Grand Prix, there is a quieter, more intimate celebration that unfolds behind closed doors—the celebration of their love, a love that few knew existed.
As Carlos shifts, a twinge of pain shoots through his abdomen, a reminder of the surgery he had undergone just two weeks prior. His appendix removal has been a setback, but Lando has been there every step of the way, offering unwavering support and care.
Lando's touch is gentle as he traces his fingers over the faint scar on Carlos's abdomen, his lips pressing soft kisses along the path. Carlos sighs contentedly, reveling in the warmth of Lando's affection and grateful for his unwavering presence.
"You should be resting," Lando murmurs, concern lacing his words as he gazes into Carlos's eyes.
"I am resting," Carlos replies with a playful grin, his fingers tangling in Lando's tousled hair. "With you here, it doesn't hurt at all."
Lando's gaze is filled with warmth and adoration as he looks into Carlos's eyes, marveling at the depth of emotion he finds there. He traces the lines of Carlos's face with his fingertips, committing every curve and contour to memory, as if trying to capture the essence of his beloved.
Carlos, in turn, drinks in the sight of Lando, his heart swelling with love at the tenderness he sees reflected in those beautiful brown eyes.
"I must excuse myself." Lando reluctantly peels himself from the warmth of the bed to attend to nature's call. "You just stay there," he smiles, pointing at Carlos still lying in bed.
Carlos smiles, unable to help but admire the sight before him. The way Lando's black underwear hugs his frame, accentuating every inch, sends a surge of desire corusing through Carlos's veins. The red Ferrari shirt suits him, the fabric draping over his frame in all the right places.
With a playful swagger in his step, Lando makes his way to the bathroom, the soft fabric of the shirt billowing around him as he moves. He can't deny the rush of satisfaction that washes over him, knowing that he looks good in Carlos's clothes.
Carlos's gaze lingers appreciatively on Lando's form, taking in the sight of his boyfriend strolling around inside his hotel room, wearing his clothes.
As Lando disappears into the bathroom, Carlos can't suppress the grin that spreads across his face. He feels a rush of affection for his boyfriend, marveling at the effortless charm and magnetic presence that draw him in time and time again.
When Lando returns, shirtless and exuding confidence, Carlos's breath catches in his throat. The sight of Lando's exposed torso—the play of muscles beneath taut skin—is one to behold.
Carlos's heart beats faster as he watches Lando approach, his longing evident in the warmth of his gaze.
Without a word but a knowing smirk playing on his lips, Lando slips back into bed, the mattress dipping under his weight as he nestles against Carlos's side. He wraps his arms around Lando, pulling him close in a tender embrace. The warmth of their bodies pressed together, the steady rhythm of their breaths syncing in perfect harmony.
With a soft smile, Carlos runs his fingers gently through his boyfriend's hair before he brushes a kiss against his temple, his heart overflowing with love.
"You know," Carlos breathes, his voice barely above a whisper. "I love seeing you in my clothes. But to be fair, you look just as fine without them."
Lando's cheeks flush with a mixture of embarrassment and pelasure at Carlos's words, a shy smile tugging at the corner of his lips. He leans into the touch, his heart fluttering at the sincerity in Carlos's voice.
"Thanks, Carlos," Lando replies, his own voice filled with affection.
"But." Carlos's fingertips dance lightly along Lando's jawline, tracing the contours with a feather-light touch. His gaze softens with love as he leans in closer, his breath mingling with Lando's as he speaks.
"I miss your stubble," Carlos murmurs, his voice tingling with longing. "It made you look so rough, so mature."
A soft chuckle escapes Lando's lips as he meets Carlos's gaze, his heart swelling with love at the tender admission. He tilts his head slightly, leaning in to his boyfriend's touch as he savors the warmth of their closeness.
"I'll grow it back just for you." Lando breathes deeply; his voice laces with playfulness as he brushes his lips against Carlos's fingertips. "Anything to make you happy."
Lando's fingers trail softly over Carlos' chest as he smiles happily. A tender warmth spreads between them, their connection deepening with each gentle stroke.
Their tender moment is interrupted by a soft knock on the door, signaling the arrival of room service. With a reluctant sigh, Lando extricates himself from Carlos's embrace and makes his way to the door, pulling on a pair of shorts as he goes.
Returning to the bed, Lando sets the tray of breakfast delicacies on the bedside table, his eyes lighting up with excitement. Croissants, fresh fruit, and steaming cups of coffee await them—a feast fit for Grand Prix winners and podium sitters.
While enjoying their breakfast together, Lando can't help but feel a surge of affection for his beloved. With a tender smile, Lando offers Carlos a perfectly buttered croissant, atching with satisfaction as his eyes light up with delight. The sweetness of the pastry melting on Carlos's tongue, a small but meaningful gesture of love and devotion.
Next comes the fruit, each piece carefully selected and lovingly offered to Carlos. Lando revels in the simple pleasure of deeding his boyfriend, his heart swelling with pride at the sight of Carlos enjoying the breakfast.
"Thank you, love." Carlos smiles warmly, leaning forward to kiss his boyfriend.
With their stomachs content and hearts full, Lando and Carlos melt into each other's embrace once more, their bodies fitting together like pieces of a puzzle.
As Lando's hands trace patterns across Carlos's chest, a sense of peace settles over them, enveloping them in a cocoon of warmth and intimacy.
Wrapped in each other's arms, they revel in the simple pleasure of being together, their chuckles mingling with the soft rustle of sheets and the rhythmic beating of their hearts.
Lando's touch is gentle yet possessive as he explores every curve and contour of Carlos's body, his fingertips leaving a trail of fire in their wake. With every soft stroke he elicits a soft growl out of Carlos's throat.
"Feels good, huh?" Lando purrs playfully, already knowing the answer.
Carlos sighs lowly again, his breath mingling with Lando's as he nuzzles closer, seeking refuge in the safety of their embrace. "So good." He breathes against Lando's skin, sending shivers down his back. With each caress, he feels the weight of the world lift from his shoulders, replaced by a sense of belonging that only Lando could provide.
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Ship: Carlando (Explicit)
Somehow, sometime, between race after race, Lando and Carlos carve out some desperately needed time to celebrate their achievement at Singapore.
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Is it over now - LN4
lando norris x fem!reader
summary: your situationship with lando ended 10 months ago… or did it? based on taylor swift’s "is it over now"
warnings: toxic behavior, cheating, smut, p in v, dirty talk, handjob, fingering, edging, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, praise (with slight degradation)
a/n: you have no idea how long it took me to finish this and idk the word count but its long and filthy. Also this gif does things to me… just the way he looked that day🤌🏻 the curls the beard the cheekbones
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You knew he was gone. He left exactly 113 minutes ago. His flight had taken off 44 minutes ago. Angrily you turned around in your bed, kicking off the blanket and staring at the blank spot next to you where only three hours ago, Lando’s curly head had laid.
Since then you slept with each other. Again. And had a terrible screaming match. Again.
You knew it was for the better to let him go, you were toxic, your relationship, if you can call it that, had been from the very start two years ago when you drunkenly slept with each other after a celebration party.
Since then it’s been one hell of a ride. Neither of you were very good at the whole relationship and communication thing, so naturally your relationship was based on an endless circle of being somehow happy, until one of you screwed up, you fought, left and ended up in each others bed minimum three days later.
Some might say this behavior exhausts but for the two of you it was what made things exciting and addicting.
His touch, his lips, his body, HE was addictive.
But since the last time you broke up, things had changed. Lando had gotten a new girlfriend, something that made you mad as hell.
He knocked on your door last night, storming in and pinning you to the wall before violently attacking your lips with his.
But that wasn’t what made you mad, this was a rather regular occurrence any time one of you got a new partner. What made you mad was that when he woke up the next morning he didn’t stay like he usually would. He jumped out of bed, calling the previous night a 'mistake' and something that 'shouldn’t have happened'. On top of that he blamed you.
Naturally that resulted in your neighbors, once again, hearing a thirty minute screaming match which ended in you kicking Lando out of your door with the words "Don‘t ever call me or knock on my door again, especially not when you realize she can’t give you what you want!!" "I promise I won’t!!" "Oh you are a lying traitor!!".
You hated that even though he was gone for good now, he still wouldn’t leave your mind.
*~*~*~*~*~*
Fast forward to almost 10 months later. Mason, your very nice colleague picked you up from your office. You met on one of your threehundreds of awkward blind dates your friend had arranged, finding out that you actually worked for the same company. However that didn’t make the date any less awkward, because you mostly talked about work. But at least you kind of found a good friend now. You haven’t spoken to Lando since that night. To be perfectly honest, you didn’t think he actually wouldn’t come back.
"Hey, ready for that coffee?", he smiled.
You grabbed your bag and joined Mason. Together you walked to the cafe you‘ve been going to ever since the first time. You noticed he was a bit nervous for some reason, but you didn’t dare ask why, deep down you didn’t care but you wouldn’t admit that to yourself of anyone.
"Two latte‘s to go, please", Mason placed your order. While you waited you pulled out your phone to check some new messages from your friends.
"Lando Norris spotted with yet another model", Mason read the most recent headline when he opened twitter. "Can you believe that guy, huh?", he huffed.
"I bet she’s got blue eyes", you huffed and shook your head when Mason showed you a picture of the blonde girl with blue eyes who basically looked like your clone. "Predictable." "What?", Mason asked confused. "Oh nothing, I happen to know all his girls literally look the same", you fake smiled but thankfully Mason didn’t notice. For some reason he didn’t know about Lando and you when you met and you were rather happy about keeping it that way.
Sure Lando and you never paraded each other around on Instagram, you never actually were together long enough to feel comfortable with announcing your situationship, but you have been spotted together multiple times in the paddock or at parties.
Mason didn’t need to know about the boy who still kept you up some nights.
Your coffees were placed in front of you, making you look up and hesitate for a second. "Here you go", the waiter smiled and for a few seconds you saw Lando in front of you.
The dark brown curls, the green eyes and lord that smile, it reminded you of him.
"Thanks", Mason replied on your part and grabbed the coffees. "You good?", he asked. You simply nodded, still a little in your thoughts.
"Okay good because I’ve been wanting to ask you something", he said, glancing to you. "Hmm?"
"We‘ve been going on these take out coffee dates for almost 10 months now, and I remember how beautiful our first one was, the blind date. So I’ve been wondering, would you like to be my girlfriend?", Mason asked, glancing down at you to catch your reaction.
You looked at him with a blank face and simply nodded. "Uh-hmm", you muttered, your mind still some place elsewhere, more specifically at one of yours and Lando‘s good nights, with his head between your thighs.
"That’s great!", Mason called happily and brought you into a hug.
"Uh-hmm."
"I think we should go out tonight and celebrate this!", Mason spoke excitedly, pressing a kiss to your temple.
*~*~*~*~*~*
Mason told you to invite a few friends as he did the same so you decided to ask your two best friends to come. And same as you, they were never one to turn down an invitation to a night out.
"So, you’ve been acting a little weird ever since we’ve been here", Mia pointed out, taking a sip from her drink. "Mason asked me to be his girlfriend", you dryly replied, making Mia almost spit out her drink again and Laura shockingly turn her head towards you.
"What?!!", they called in unison. You nodded, taking another sip of your drink. "Well, did you say yes?", Laura pressed, both hers and Mia’s eyes staring you down intensely.
"Uh-hmm", you gave the same answer as to Mason a few hours prior. "That’s- uh great", Mia stuttered over her words for a bit. Her and Laura look each other before Mia looked away.
"Fine, if you won’t say it I will. Finally!!! I’m so damn happy you finally completely moved on from Lando and found someone who treats you better than that piece of junk", Laura started rambling and just in that moment your eyes locked with the devil Laura has been talking and you’ve been thinking about.
No fucking hell. That couldn’t be true.
How can it happen that after 10 months of not running into Lando once while clubbing, toady was the day where it happened?
"We both weren’t great in that relationship", you muttered, slightly defending Lando without even meaning to, your eyes still locked with his.
An arm wrapping around your waist pulled you out of the staring contest. "Hey babe", Mason whispered in your ear and placed a sweet kiss to your temple. You internally cringed at the nickname and the rotting sweet gesture.
Laura’s eyes sparkled at the sight of you, while Mia caught your annoyed looking gaze. She was always the one who understood you and Lando the most out of all of your friends. Maybe because she was such a sweet and genuine human that she believed both of you could change for each other or probably she simply understood how attached you grew to each other that no matter what, that bond wouldn’t break.
And judging from the fact how Lando and you captivated each other just moments ago, that bond also didn’t break in the last 10 months apart.
"We’ll go take a smoke, you wanna come?", Laura asked but you shook your head. Ever since the whole thing with Lando started you never touched a cigarette again. He didn’t like it, it was unhealthy and being with someone who doesn’t smoke made you smoke less as well, until you stopped completely.
"You should really enjoy life a little again", Laura replied, knowing your reasons to quit smoking.
"Maybe I’ve just come to the realization that I don’t need to poison my lungs to enjoy life", you simply answered, rolled your eyes and turned away.
"Can you get me something to drink?", you asked Mason who was still gently rubbing your waist, actually only wanting to bring some distance between the two of you. "Uh yeah sure, what do you want?", he asked. "Just bring me anything", you replied, stepping out of his embrace as a sign for him to get going.
He nodded and turned around but not before placing a gentle kiss to your forehead. You cringed internally.
"Y/n?", his voice suddenly spoke behind you, making your whole body freeze. Lando’s hand wrapped around your waist and pulled you in, something he did quite often when you were 'together'. "What are you doing here?", he whispered and you immediately felt your legs weakening. You had no idea why your body immediately reacted to him and you hated yourself for it.
Lando only smirked when he noticed you wobbling a little and gripped your waist tighter. "Missed me?", he muttered, placing a gentle kiss on your exposed shoulder, making your eyes flutter and your body lean back into his.
"300 days later and you still react to my touch like that", he smirked.
"He really can’t give it to you properly, I can see that from the way he was holding you", Lando snorted, making fun of Mason and you didn’t feel the slightest need to defend your boyfriend because you knew Lando was right.
"You shouldn’t", you warned Lando before hearing someone clear their throat behind you.
Lando dropped his hand from your waist and his gaze darkened when he saw Mason standing behind you
Said boy pulled you into a possessive hug.
"Hey, babe", he smiled, pressing a kiss to your temple before handing you your drink.
You sniffed before realizing it was Vodka Coke. A smirk made its way on Lando’s face when he saw your drink and your reaction. You knew he knew that you hated Coke.
"And you are?", Mason let his eyes wander to the curly headed boy in front of you. "Lando", he muttered, ignoring Mason who held out a hand for him to shake. "Okayyy", Mason whispered. "You wanna dance?", he then turned to you. You simply nodded and accepted his hand that led you into the crowd of people.
Mason pulled you in, wrapping his arms around your waist. "Isn’t that the guy with all of those girls?", he asked, leaning closer to your ear so you’d understand his words over to loud music.
"Lando Norris, yes", you nodded, interwinding your fingers behind Mason’s head. "Do you know each other?"
Flashbacks of Lando and you floated your mind. Driving along the French Riviera in his McLaren, the occasional stop to get in a quickie, or the sneaking away from his engineers to meet in his drivers room. And finally, him peacefully sleeping next to you on that one damned night, his curls a mess on his head, his torso bare with a few red marks on his back from your activities before and his beautiful eyes shut.
"No", you simply replied before placing your lips on Mason’s to get him to stop asking questions.
Mason more than happily gave in, letting his hand wander down to your ass, gently rubbing it. You kissed him harder, wanting him to be a little bit rougher as well, to firmly grab you and not just delicately touch you.
But instead he backed off.
"Woah, what’s gotten into you today? This is totally not like you!", he stated with a confused smile, which made you even angrier. Of course this was like you, he just didn’t know you well enough.
"I’ll be in the restroom for a second", you rolled your eyes before leaving him standing alone in the middle of the dance floor.
You pushed open the heavy door to the women’s restroom, being thankful that no one was there before putting your hands on the marble counter and leaving your head hanging.
Until the locking of the main door made your head shoot up. And to be perfectly honest, you half expect him to follow you in here.
"What happened to your newest toy?", Lando smirked, leaning against the now closed door. You rolled your eyes and didn’t reply.
Lando pushed himself off the door and walked closer to you until he stood directly behind you, looking at you through the mirror. "Don’t roll your eyes at me, baby", he warned.
"Now tell me what happened to that guy? Realized he couldn’t give you want you want?", Lando smirked, quoting your words from the night you last saw each other. You shook your head, not wanting to give into him.
"Come on baby, I saw your face. You didn’t like the gentle touches in the middle of a club dance floor, admit it!", he dared you.
"'Newest toy', what do you think of me? That I slept around with everyone that was in a 1 mile radius of me?", you ignored his words and stared at him through the mirror.
"Did you think I didn’t see you? There were flashing lights", you huffed. "Maybe I wanted you to see me and please baby, don’t play all innocent", he whispered, still standing behind you but coming dangerously close now.
"At least I had the decency to keep my nights out of sight unlike you!!", you called.
"Oh baby, don’t you think I‘ve heard the rumors? About your hips…", Lando stepped forward and let his hands trailed over your hips, "and thighs…", he let them wander further down to your thighs, gently rubbing the exposed skin. You let out a sigh at the familiar feeling and closed your eyes in pleasure, "and those whispered sighs", he smirked and quickly turned you around before lifting you up on the bathroom counter.
"Exactly rumors", you breathed, before he smashed his lips on yours.
Lando’s hands immediately grabbed your legs, opening them so he could stand between them. Then they went to your waist to pull you in closer.
Lando groaned at the feeling of you finally back in his arms.
His hands kept scanning over your body, squeezing your boobs which made you throw your head back and let out a deep moan.
"Been waiting to get my hands on you again for so long, baby," he breathed heavily, speaking into your skin as his fingers fumbled open the top of your blouse. His lips trailed over your exposed chest and stopped just under your collarbone, sucking the fragile skin between his lips.
"You’re saying you missed me?", you teased, trying hard to push the words out before another moan interrupted you. Lando grinned and ripped open the buttons of the white silk blouse, allowing your tits to spill out.
Lando swore he could come from that sight alone. "You're so gorgeous," he muttered, more to himself than to you, before looking back into your eyes.
His lips attacked yours again while his large hand worked your bra covered boobs.
Your eyes fluttered, feeling that all too familiar ache in your core while the large size of his palm against you, made you think of those thick, veiny fingers between your thighs.
Your hips pressed against his, feeling his hard cock against you, making you smirk.
Lando's eyes darkened as you ground yourself against him, faster, harder. His one hand tightening around your waist and his head falling forward on your shoulder.
"Admit it, darling", you whispered into his ear. You could tell me was holding back a moan, his restraint hanging by a thread, and every move you made threatened to break that thread.
You wanted to make him snap, an evil smirk brightening on your face as you moved your hips faster.
While he closed his eyes, you took the opportunity to fiddle with the metal belt around his hips, opening it along with the button and zipper of his jeans.
"Can’t wait, can you, you desperate little whore", Lando smirked, watching you push down his jeans and slide your hands inside his boxers to grab his cock.
Lando's head fell back with a groan as you started pumping his hard cock.
"Missed your hands, darling", he groaned, holding on to your waist tighter when you trailed your finger over his swollen tip before pulling your hand back, tracing them down his abdomen.
"Please, Lan", you begged, knowing your whispered words would make him weak. But he’s been playing this game just as long as you were.
His fingers slipped under the hem of your skirt, quickly stroking up to your clothed core. A heavy moan escaped your mouth.
Lando caressed the inside of your thighs while his lips traced down your neck, leaving a few marks here and there.
His finger pushed your laced thong to the side before lightly gracing your pussy, making your hips buckle into his hands. "Lan-", you moaned. An evil smirk spread on his face. "Now who’s desperate?", Lando whispered, repeating the action twice, pulling away way too quickly.
"I hate you", you breathed, throwing your head back before grabbing his wrist and holding it in place.
Lando shook his head but finally gave in and dipped the tip of his finger inside you. Your grip on his wrist tightening. "M-more", you slightly pleaded, trying your best not to sound too desperate but failing miserably.
"I’ve missed watching you react to me like this, still the very same as the first day", he said, pushing a second finger inside you to stretch you out. A high pitched moan left your throat and your hand let go of his wrist to grip the edge of the marble counter.
His lips were still traveling along your half exposed upper body, one hand pulling down your left bra cup, making your boob spill out before he took your nipple between his lips.
"Lando- I-", you moaned loudly, thanking heaven that he locked the door when he came in and gripping the counter tighter, your knuckles almost turning white.
He pulled his fingers out of you, making you whine at the feeling of emptiness, before you felt his hand trying to get your thong off. You lifted your hips a little to help him, watching as he pushed your underwear in the back pocket of his trousers.
"You should see yourself, darling", Lando smirked mockingly, his fingers being welcomed by her glistening pussy as he traced them along your slit.
"So desperate for me", he cooed, watching your eyes close and a frown forming on your forehead as you moaned.
"It’s funny how eager you are for everything I give you, baby", he chuckled humorless. "You won't call for months and now you want my cock inside of you?"
You whimpered at his words, all while he slowly inserted his finger inside you again.
"Lando- oh my- please", you continued whimpering and pleading, making Lando smirk. "What is it, baby? You're gonna have to tell me exactly what you want, you know how this works", he cooed into your ear.
He was teasing and you knew that, you have experienced it multiple times before. You didn’t want to give into him but damn his long thick fingers and how they felt inside you. You mind already playing images of him fucking you till you’re nothing but a whimpering mess.
"C’mon", Lando demanded firmly. "You've always been mouthy with me, even earlier, so why are you being quiet now, huh?"
"Lan- lando please, more", you whined, while moving your hips on his finger to get some sort of relief. "I just need more, please", you begged slightly, your eyes closed and not wanting to look at the winning smirk on Lando’s face.
"But you already have a boyfriend, mylady", Lando reminded you with an evil grin. You shook your head, the mess of your hair whipping around. "N-no", you tried to deny as he added a second finger.
"Just wanna cum, please- fuck!", you muttered as Lando curled his fingers inside you.
Lando, completely ignoring you, continued with his question. "What more could you possibly want?"
"I want your cock- so bad, just fill me up- fuck, Lando- fuck me, please- I-", you begged, your eyes tired but glistening in desperation and lust. "Jus’ wanna- want you to fuck me hard and fill- uhh- I wanna be full with you please, please Lando", at this point you didn’t even care anymore that you sounded like a desperate slut.
You’ve gone 10 months without seeing Lando in person, of course you had your fair share of fucks but you couldn’t pretend that any of them came even close to pleasuring you the way Lando was able to.
"Such a needy girl", he tsked before wiping you tears away, that you didn’t even notice had started falling down your cheeks. You clenched around Lando’s fingers, loving the way his voice sounded in your ear.
"Oh you want to cum?", Lando looked at you with a devious smile. "Do you think you deserve that?" Before you could reply, you felt his lips pressing against yours, his tongue gliding between your lips without being met with a lot of resistance.
He hummed in satisfaction, tasting the alcohol from the drink you previously had on your mouth before he pulled away, only to let his tongue trail from your lips, over your neck and down to your chest as he sucked on your skin, leaving a dark purple mark on your breast. You were too far gone to realize anything until the sudden bite of Lando's teeth on your nipple shocked you out of your daydream.
"I asked you a question, baby", Lando hummed, licking over your hardened nipple. You blinked down at him, seeing a little blurry. "W-what?"
His grin was wickedly evil as he looked up at you. "Aw, poor baby's already going cock dumb and I haven't even fucked you yet." Your cheeks heated but didn’t give you time to reply before slamming his cock inside you.
You gasped loudly, grabbing the back of his neck for leverage and letting out a strangled cry as Lando continued to fuck into you at high speed.
There was truly no one who could fill you up like he did.
The sound of his hips clashing against yours and both of your strangled moans were the only thing left to hear in the restroom. You felt your pussy clench around Lando’s cock, making him moan into your shoulder. He moved his fingers from rubbing the side of your waist to your clit, touching the already sensitive bundle of nerves and rubbing it as you cried out.
"God! Fuckin- hell- ohh!"
"I think God is the last person to help you right now, darling", Lando chuckled but got interrupted by a moan as your walls clenched around him again. You felt yourself nearing your orgasm with every rock of his hips.
"Fuck, baby you’re so tight", he moaned. "You have no idea how much I missed this tight fucking hole, perfectly clenching around my cock like this- ohh", Lando spoke in a light whisper, rubbing eight figures on your clit.
Your legs shook as you felt your orgasm approaching, your walls tightening. "Fuck, Lando, I- shit, I- I’m cumming!", you let out a breathy moan once more before clenching one last time. Your vision going blurry while your pussy kept throbbing around his cock.
"Lando, please I need-", you winced at the oversensitivity when he kept pounding into you. "Time", you breathed through a moan, gripping the back of his neck tighter as you felt another orgasm approaching. All while Lando never stopped fucking into you even when you came for a second time in a row.
The overstimulation leaving you as a sobbing mess. "Lan- lando, it’s too much! I- I can’t- fuck! 'm cumming, Lando-", you cried, tears streaming down your face, you head falling forward on his chest, not having the ability to keep it upright anymore.
"Yeah? You’re cumming again?", Lando mocked you, rocking his hips a bit slower.
"But I missed you so much, haven’t you missed me?"
"I- missed you- fuck! So much- so fucking much", you cried, your walls repeatedly clenched around his cock.
"Fuck! Lando!", you called pathetically when he started to pick up his pace again and relentlessly started hammering inside you, chasing his own orgasm.
You couldn’t do anything apart from moan, cry and clench around him, feeling another orgasm approaching as well.
"Shit- I’m so close", Lando groaned as a whisper, pulling you closer to him and placing his lips on yours. "I’m cumming- baby- I’m-", he whispered against your lips. Your body already going limp against his as you felt him filling you up with his cum.
A deep and breathy moan left his lips as he slowed down his pace. You felt the sticky liquid dropping out of you and running down the inner side of your leg.
Lando whipped it up with his finger and held it in front of your mouth. Without hesitation you took his finger inside your mouth, swirling your tongue around it and closing your eyes at the taste of his cum on your lips.
Lando gently rocked his hips again, making you whine. "Not again, Lando- please I- I need a minute", you winced, feeling way too overstimulated after cumming so many times in a row.
"Shh, baby it’s okay, just tryna fuck my cum back into you, to make sure it stays there until I can go back inside you again", he reassured you, before slowly pulling out, making you gasp and wince at the feeling of emptiness.
Exhausted you placed your head on his chest and closed your eyes while he held your waist.
"So did you find something greater in all those models’ beds?", you said with a dumbfound smirk forming on your lips, your mind still hazy while trailing your fingers over his bare chest. You felt his chest vibrating as he laughed and shook his head with a smirk. "Oh baby, I think you know exactly that nothing compares to you!"
You chuckled and lifted your head as he reached over to the paper towels and started cleaning your inner leg up a little. "What do we do now?", you asked, a hint of insecurity in your voice, as the reality of your situation came crushing down on you. "Well, I for damn hope you won’t go back to that milk boy", Lando chuckled, reaching for his belt to close his trousers again after tucking his cock away.
You stayed silent, your blouse still halfway open, your body too tired to move. Lando looked into your eyes before reaching to cover you up again. "You wanna come to mine?", he asked while closing the last button of your blouse.
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Getting out of the club without Mason seeing you turned out easier than expected, however something you didn’t expect were people hanging around in front of the monegasque nightclub.
As soon as you opened the door, you already heard yours and Lando’s name being called and saw at least ten phones recording you.
Well, now Mason knows anyway, you thought while Lando grabbed your hand tighter and pulled you to his car quickly. Both of you waved a few times while passing the fans but stayed silent for the short walk. Lando opened the door for you before jogging around to get to the drivers side.
You snuggled into the seat of his familiar car, that wore his familiar scent and when Lando started up the car, he put his familiar hand on your thigh. You took a deep breath, you might be toxic but how damn good does this familiarity feel? It might just cancel the bad parts out.
Lando’s fingers drew circles on your thigh and he smirked when he noticed you opening your legs a little bit wider, an invitation to move his fingers up further.
His hand scooted up, pushing the material of your tight miniskirt away and gently tracing along your inner thighs.
"Baby careful or you’ll ruin the seat", he whispered sarcastically. He didn’t give a damn if you actually did and you knew that because this wouldn’t be the first time it happened.
"Lando-", you quietly whimpered when you felt his fingers come dangerously close to your core, still feeling the sensitivity of the multiple orgasms he had given you merely twenty minutes ago, but backed off just before touching you. "Shhh, baby", he spoke, keeping his eyes on the road while entering the tip of his finger.
Your eyes fluttered shut and you sunk down the seat a little. Without having to see, you knew Lando was smiling.
He pushed his finger further inside and immediately followed up with a second one. You quietly moaned at the pleasure.
"Already so fucking wet for me, baby", he spoke. "My good girl", he purred moving his finger faster inside you.
You moaned at his words and the way his fingers stretched you, making you see stars. "L-lando-", you whispered but got interrupted by another moan when he scissored his fingers. Your eyes shot open and you grabbed his arm tighter, your fingers most likely leaving marks on his skin.
You started moving your hips up to meet his fingers, chasing your own release in the passenger seat of Lando’s sports car.
But Lando suddenly slowed down and almost pulled his fingers out of you completely leaving you empty and whining. "L-lando - plea - ahh- please, baby", you couldn’t form proper sentences while his fingers traced your clit.
"Shh, no baby, you’re not coming until we’re home", he gently whispered, making you furrow your brows. He slid both fingers back inside you and picked his pace up again, making you gasp before an idea came to your head.
You let go of his arm and reached over the middle console and started palming the slight bulge in his trousers.
Now it was his turn to let out a surprised gasp. "You are playing a dangerous game, baby", he muttered, gripping the steering wheel tighter. You simply giggled and squeezed his clothed cock through his pants.
Lando twisted his fingers inside you, making you stop your movements and close your eyes. You hectically tried opening up his belt and trousers before sliding your hand inside his boxers, stroking over his tip that was already leaking pre cum.
"Baby-, I’m driving remember", he rasped, his finger still moving inside you but your main focus now laid on his cock in your hands. "It’s not like this is the first time", you breathed and started pumping his cock.
You could see how much he was fighting to close his eyes, which made a sadistic smirk form on your lips.
Because you were too focused on him, you didn’t see that you were already in front of Lando’s apartment.
He slid his fingers out of you and pushed your hands off him as well. "Let’s go!", he sternly said, getting out of the car and walking towards the entrance of his apartment building already, his trousers still opened.
You smirked and left the car as well, hurrying behind him. As soon as you got to the elevator, Lando reached for your hips and smashed his lips on yours again.
His hands moved to your ass and squeezed it playfully.
When you heard the familiar bling of his apartment elevator, he didn’t even look. Lando just moved you backwards out of the elevator, still kissing you. You fumbled his key out of the back pocket of his jeans and opened the door as soon as you got there.
Lando grinned and pushed you against the door to open it up completely before attacking your lips once again, kicking the door shut with his foot.
"Where you wanna go?", he muttered between kisses and moans. "Here is fine", you said breathlessly and pointed to the couch. Lando smirked, remembering what had happened on this couch, remembering catching you making out with a random dude after one of your fights.
"Was it over when he unbottoned your blouse?", Lando smirked, opening your blouse button for button, before pushing it off your body.
You smirked when you realized where he was getting at. But two could play that game, you had also caught him with a random girl on his exact couch.
"Was it over when she laid down on your couch?", you replied with the same smirk, only standing in your lace underwear and walking backwards to sit down on his couch.
Lando moved closer in only his trousers. He placed his strong arms on either side of your head and leaned down so his lips were almost touching yours.
"Was it ever really over?"
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Mentor Them
Lando Norris x Reader X Carlos Sainz
Genre: Smut
summary: Carlos teaches his teammate some good bedroom skills. feelings come to light in the process.
Warnings: Smut, PinV, porn with plot, oral (m and f receiving), denial, overtimulation, Dom Carlos, Sub reader and Lando, bandage
Notes: You know who you are. You did this to me. I will not be speaking on the subject.
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Carlos has taken a liking to his younger teammate. He’s also taken an interest in said teammates relationship.
Lando, in the year and a half Carlos has known him, has kept the same girlfriend. But the thing that fascinates him is how oddly similar they are. The only difference is their energy. Lando is a bit more bouncy and chaotic, whereas she is soft-spoken and shy.
Carlos knows it’s weird. But he’s also not oblivious and incredibly intuitive. He notices the flustered laughs and blushes Lando gets when he’s around. He sees how the female looks at him until he catches her.
He knows both well. Wherever one is you can find the other not to far behind. It’s like they are each others safety blanket.
Is it bad he wants to absolutely ruin both of them? He tries not to think about it to much. They just look so soft together that he can’t help himself.
It’s after a race one afternoon that Carlos realizes he may have his fantasy fulfilled after all.
Lando came knocking on the door of his room in the McLaren motorhome. He was already blushing when Carlos let him inside. For the first time in a long time, there is no female in sight and Carlos thinks something bad may have happened.
“I need to ask you something and you’re not aloud to laugh at me.” The Brit says in an arguably strict tone.
“Anything. I won’t laugh.”
“I need help with, uh, bedroom stuff.” He looks down in shame ad Carlos is quick to stand up and lift Lando’s gaze to meet his.
“There is no shame is asking about that.”
Lando looks like he might go into shock but he manages a simple “Okay.”
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Carlos goes over everything him and Lando had talked about on his way to their room. The two are trying to experiment but have no idea where to start.
Is he taking advantage of the situation? Probably. But for right now he’s just going to let himself enjoy it. Teach them a few things. Maybe even make a mess of them both in the process.
The one thing he’s mildly concerned about is the female. lando had made it clear that he doesn’t care what happens, but she has a tendency to not speak up if she doesn’t like things because she’s afraid of disappointing. It doesn’t help that she is shy and even struggles talking to Carlos despite having known him for awhile now.
Lando also mentioned her ability to not make any sounds during sex like her life depends on it. Her entire body could be spasming and she could still be silent. Another habit he’s hoping to break tonight.
He takes a deep breath and knocks on the door.
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She has no idea what to expect. Lando and her had been thinking about this for some time now, inviting Carlos to join them. She just wasn’t sure what the whole ‘experimenting’ excuse is about. Her and Lando have done plenty of that!
Dynamics are a little funky a times because they’ve both had to learn to be switch’s. They fumbled for a bit, but she thought they’d done plenty of that and that their sexual health is fantastic.
Then he explained that he kind of fibbed because this counts as experimenting, technically speaking. He also said that Carlos didn’t hesitate to say yes and got excited at the proposal. It makes her wonder if Carlos has also thought about them in this way.
Lando sits next to her on the bed. His arms wrapped around her and his head in the crook of her neck. “remember Carlos doesn’t know how to read you like I do. You’ll have to communicate verbally with him.” She just hums. She doesn’t know why she does it, her voice just leaves during sex and it’s so hard for her to speak. “For me, please?”
“I will, for you.”
They don’t get to continue their conversation as they hear a knock at the door. Lando bounds to go and greet their guest and she curls herself into the corner of the bed. Just her and her breaths for a minute.
The curious sound of something hitting the wall fills her ears. Then follows the wet sound of sloppy kisses and a few moans. Finally they come into view and she can see Carlos smothering Lando in a full mouth kiss. She even thinks she can see the swipe of their tongues every now and then.
When Carlos pulls away, he looks between them with hunger. “Why do I feel like you two actually know exactly what you’re doing?”
“Cause I sorta kinda fibbed.”
“I can tell by the way you let me shove my tongue down your throat with ease.”
Lando blushes at the statement. ‘Oops.”
Carlos sits on the end of the bed and swings himself around to face the female. He motions for Lando to join and a small smirk tugs at his lips when he obeys.
“Complete transparency: I have thought about this for awhile now.”
She exchanges a look with the Brit. Turns out he has been thinking about them as well. “So have we.”
“So the experimenting?”
“Technically this is experimenting.”
Carlos just shakes his head. “You could’ve just asked and I would’ve said yes.”
The girl uncurls from herself just a bit. “It’s hard to do when you have a crush on the person you’re asking.” The smile on Carlos’ face is unreal. He looks ecstatic and it makes her feel fuzzy on the inside. “We were going to ask if you wanted to try things with us. Like, in a romantic sense.”
Her and Lando look at him expectantly. The Spaniards smile seems to grow even more. “Yeah, I think I would like to try that. But I have one condition.”
“And what would that be?” Lando’s tone is a bit snarky but she knows what he’s doing. He has a tendency to rile people up quickly. Namely her. In a sexual way.
“I want to take you both apart tonight.”
The stunned silence that falls between them is ridiculous. the fact that she’s not sure what he means by that and the idea of watching that happened seems very appealing. She does not register, however, that Carlos said both of them. She’d already settled for mostly watching the two of them go at it. Not to much involvement on her end.
There are no words exchanged. Just Lando staring at the Spaniard as if waiting for his doom. Not a bad way to go out really.
And just as suspected, when there is even an inkling of confirmation, Carlos is once again choking his tongue down Lando’s throat. The two of them clamber back onto the bed with nothing but clumsy chaos.
The female curls into herself further. She watches in awe. The same feeling of losing her voice during intimate moments comes crashing over her, and she has no clue what she should do.
If she's honest with herself, she would be perfectly content just watching. She lets her mind wander to the future and what their life might look like together. If people found out what they might say.
She doesn't realize she's been spacing out until Lando is calling her name. She must have been gone a while because he and Carlos are both missing their shirts.
She feels clueless.
Carlos, in all of his beauty, gently grabs under her knees and slides her almost fully underneath him.
The hungry stare makes her squeak. It's nothing like she's ever seen before. Lando is usually needy and whiny, but this is nothing but pure untamed lust.
He hovers over her. Hands moving to pin her wrists to the mattress beneath her. He studies her. His eyes move down her body as if calculating how to best attack.
She's panting heavily. A pause. A calm before the storm.
Then something in him snaps.
His belt is off in seconds. Carlos finds Lando's wrists and uses his belt as some sort of makeshift rope. One that he won't be getting out of on his own. Lando won't be doing much touching if his hands are stuck behind him, and she wonders what Carlos is planning.
Carlos is half straddling her now. The other hand of him towering Lando. His hands gripping messy curls. "You said you can't get her to make noise? If that's the case, I feel that you haven't been doing it right." He grabs Lando's chin and directs his haze at her. "You've had such a beautiful girl, compliant even, and you haven't made her cum so hard she's praying your name?"
Carlos clicks his tongue. He strips Lando of the rest of his clothes. Completely bare. Unless you count the belt, keeping his hands from really doing anything.
"We're using colors for safe words. Are you both familiar?" She shakes her head yes in confirmation, and Lando gives a verbal answer. "I need words, princesa."
How is she ever going to get through tonight if he calls her things like that? She breathes and attempts to make her paralyzed vocal chords work. "Yeah..." it's barely even a whisper, but Carlos looks so pleased with himself.
The Spaniard maneuvers Lando back onto the bed on his knees. He grabs his jaw again and looks so stern that she thinks he might actually be upset. "You are not going to finish until you pull a noise out of her. Do you understand?"
A slurred "Yes sir" stumbles out of the Brits mouth. Then Carlos is back over her body. He tugs at the bottom of her shirt. The outer layers are shed so easily. She's not self-consciousness, even quite confident with how Lando compliments her every opportunity he gets. Yet Carlos' hungry eyes make her want to shield herself.
It's overwhelming, a good overwhelming, but still overwhelming.
"Don't hide away from me now. If you do that, I can't teach Lando how to pleasure such a good girl."
Is it possible for a human to melt? Because she is most definitely melting. Putty to be molded as the Spaniard pleases.
He works off her bra with skilled fingers. She goes again to try and close up but Carlos is quick to catch her and pin her hands.
He kisses her neck, her lips, her shoulders, the center of her chest. It's such a contrast to the roughness she saw with Lando. He's being slow and taking his time with her. Lando looks like he is enjoying being punished to an extent (he's always been a bit of a brat for her).
She sucks in a breath when Carlos' tongue and teeth find her nipples. He goes back and forth between both of them. Her breathing is heavier than it was before. More labored from the stimulation.
Still no noise.
He captures her lips again and then trails his lips all the way to the last piece of clothing she has on. Her body shivers in anticapation. He tugs at the elastic and makes eye contact with her. "Can I take these off?"
The nodding her head in response isn't going to work, and she knows that. She steels herself and forces her voice to work even if it's small. "Please." A blink, and you'll miss it type of whisper, but he hears her.
He drags them off. Hands running across her body in an almost desperate motion. He pries her legs apart easily. You'd think she was weightless. Another confidence booster since she's got a 'not a supermodel' kind of body. In her opinion, at least.
Carlos goes back to kissing her. Now, adding small bites as he goes. He's teasing the area around where she would like him to be. Again, not complaining, simply enjoying what he's giving.
He pulls away, and she huffs. He looks satisfied with it. "Maybe if you begged for it, I would keep going." He smirks. Her eyes widen in the realization that he wants to get her as vocal as possible. Not just for Lando, but for himself also.
Carlos manhandles Lando in between her legs. She can feel his warm breath clinging to her body in all the right places.
"Do you want me to just sit here or...?"
A flash of movement and a small amount of force appear out of thin air. Lando's tongue is everywhere she jeeds it to be. Carlos passes her a curious look. "Is he always like this." She shakes her head yes. If only he knew the half of it.
"Remember amour." He whispers into Lando's ear. "You pull a noise out of her, and you can finish." Then he looks at her. Gentle eyes but stern voice. "And you can finish if you want, but do not make a sound if it isn't real. Let him be desperate and learn from this."
And oh how desperate he would become.
Carlos doesn't make it any easier on him. She knew it was going to be torcher for the Brit when Carlos asked if there was lube in close proximity, and the answer was yes.
Hands are everywhere. Touching, feeling, grabbing, spreading. Her nerves are on fire from all the stimulation. Lando whining into her core and Carlos continually shoving the Brit further into her is making her feel all sorts of ways.
Her body spasms without warning. The deep sated pleasure hit her in a wave.
Silence. A little labored breathing. But still no noises pulled from her.
Carlos halts all movment. Lando cries from having no physical contact. Limbs flail like a child whose mother said no to ice cream.
"I guess we'll have to try something different, huh Landito." How Carlos can move people around so effortlessly is beyond her. The positions are reversed now. Though she is sitting more comfortably since she has her hands.
Carlos takes the courtesy of letting his hands free. The Brit immediately runs his hands all over both of them.
Carlos pulls her body into his back. Fingers caress her sides, then grabs her hair. He pulls hard enough so that she can look at him, albeit upside down in a way.
He places a chaste kiss to her nose, causing her to smile a bit. "I want to hear the words. Tell me you want me to fuck you. Tell me you want to be a good girl for me."
It comes so naturally this time. Like begging for him is her first language. It's the only thing she knows. It falls from her lips in the form of a prayer, and Carlos looks satisfied with her for it.
Something happens when he slams into her without warning. Her hands grip onto Lando's thighs, and her mouth falls open.
Something between a shreik and a moan leaves her, and it's shocking. Carlos doesn't stop, but he's reveling in it. "See princesa, you sound so fucking beautiful. Moan for me more. Whine for me with Lando in your throat."
And so she did. Like she found her voice despite it never really being gone. Carlos had unlocked something in her mind that let her get past the mental block.
Lando looks like he might cum just to the sound of her. It's his favorite song on repeat, and every noise makes his eyes roll back further.
Praise. Both are praising her. It only makes her do it more. Her mind is so far gone that it's possible she'll never recover. Lando has gotten her here before, but never this far.
They are both gone. Deep into the glassy eyes and fuzzy headspaces that she doesn't care what happens next.
She's choking off Lando's length, but she can't be bothered to care. His hands fist her hair as he slams his hips into her face. His breathing is labored and mouth open. His words are swimming in her ears as are Carlos'.
She fell over a while ago. She's been over the edge for an insane amount of time. Lando spilling down into her throat only pulls her deeper into it.
Carlos is getting sloppy with his relentless thrusts. She feels him stutter and pulse onside of her. His angle hitting her where she wants it.
That small voice in the back of her head is glad Carlos was responsible and put on protection. He doesn't pull out until he's done.
They are all sweaty, but it doesn't matter. She finds herself in Lando's lap. He's buried in her. His hands are tracing the sensitive lines he knows so well. She reciprocated the gentle affection.
Carlos has complete control of the situation. He lays wet kisses to every area of skin he can get to. He praises and degrades in all the correct ways. Guides them through every action. Lando pulling ever sound he'd been longing to hear for over a year from the depths of her soul.
It's bliss. They'd been at it so long that she couldn't control her own body anymore. Gone are coherent thoughts.
Carlos stops them. Gently slowing both down with his hands as guides. "You're both such beautiful creatures."
They fall into a heap. Her and Lando can barely move and settle for holding hands and staring. Sleep because the best idea she has ever had. Her eyes droop.
"No sleep yet. Don't want you getting sick or subdropping on me." Carlos chuckles as he presses cold rags to their skin. "I would have you bathe, but I don't think that would I can manage you both in there."
"Thank you, Carlos, really." Mumbles Lando.
"I should be thanking you two. I've wanted this for so long. It's hard to believe it took us this long." Carlos runs a hand through his hair. "Tommorow I'm taking you two out for a real date."
"I think I speak for both of us when I say that we would love that."
"I seconds that." She mumbles before throwing herself over the boys in a head of bodies and comfort.
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You and Lando were far from subtle when it came to your feelings for the Spaniard.
To be fair, the whole world knew about your boyfriend’s crush on his old teammate. Though most of them assumed it was a joke or an exaggeration, maybe even something both boys played into. But it was undoubtedly real. So fucking real, it was insane.
It was hard for Lando to not fall in love. At first, the relationship between them was nurturing. Lando was young and new to the Formula One world, and Carlos took him right under his wing. He was kind and funny and made the boy feel at ease whenever he was around the Spaniard. And as the years passed, those feelings went from something platonic into something more and it was like a trainwreck Lando couldn’t stop from happening. He just had to sit there and accept his fate.
And Lando loved you. There was no doubt in your mind that he loved you. But you weren’t blind, you saw the way he looked at Carlos even when he thought he was being sneaky. And after one too many drinks that made his lips loose, he had confessed his feelings for his friend.
He loved you, but he couldn't stop loving Carlos either.
And it was like that night exposed you to a whole new side of the Spanish driver, like you were seeing him through Lando-coloured glasses. And you understood it. You understood why Lando fell so hard, because you were falling right there with him.
But just like Lando, you were painfully obvious with your feelings.
Everyone knew the two of you were in love with Carlos Sainz. Your friends knew you were in love with him. The fans knew you were in love with him. Hell, even Carlos knew you were in love with him.
And he loved it. He loved the way he had the two of you wrapped around his finger. He loved your attempts to make him fall. He loved the flirtatious banter, the random but strategic touchiness, the lingering gazes from across the room. He loved the fact you two were so wrapped up in your little game of seduction that you didn’t even realise your feelings were reciprocated.
But Carlos had no problem showing you and Lando just how he felt.
“Look at you both, mis amores. So pretty on your knees for me.”
Carlos couldn’t help but adore the sight before him. Both of you on your knees before him, flushed cheeks and glossy eyes staring up at him. You were both so good for him, so obedient, so desperate to please him and make him feel good.
“Tell me what you want,” Carlos commanded softly as his fingers threaded through Lando’s curls, tugging his hair back at the Brit let out a small whimper.
“You,” Lando breathed out as his eyes fluttered shut. “We want you.”
“You want me?” Carlos mused, his other hand leisurely stroking his cock as though he didn’t notice the way you both stared at him with such need. “Go on, mi amor. Show me how badly you want me.”
Lando didn’t hesitate as he leaned forward, his lips wrapping around the head of Carlos’ cock with his hands braced on his thighs. Carlos let out a groan, his head falling back as he kept his hand tangled in Lando’s curls as the Brit began to bob his head up and down.
You let out a whimper, squirming in your position as you clenched your thighs at the sight of your boyfriend taking the Spaniard’s cock down his throat. You glanced up, already finding Carlos staring down at you with a smirk on his lips.
“Touch him, princesa,” Carlos commanded.
And you followed through with his order wordlessly, reaching down to take Lando’s cock in your hand. He whimpered around Carlos as you swiped your thumb over his sensitive, knowing just what made him crumble in seconds.
But Carlos loved it. He loved feeling the Brit whine and moan around him. He loved seeing the way his hips bucked and the way his cock would hit the back of Lando’s throat every time the boy jerked forward from the pleasure. He loved the way the boy was whining and moaning when he tugged his head back, taking his cock in his own hand as he held it inches away from Lando’s face as he came.
Lando couldn’t hold himself back as he came, whimpering at his own sensitivity as you kept stroking him until every rope of cum had been milked from him. And the boy was spent, chest heaving for a breath as Carlos spilled all over his face and chest as he reached his edge as well.
“Wanna be a good girl?” Carlos cooed, panting softly as he watched you glance between both boys with a look of desire.
You nodded.
“Clean him up, amor,” Carlos commanded softly, smiling softly when you licked the cum off your own fingers first before you leaned over, not even shy or hesitant with the way you kissed your boyfriend despite the mess on his face.
He couldn’t pull his eyes away from the sight of the two of you messily making out, low groans and moans muffled by the kisses as you did just what he said until his hand on the backs of your heads made you pull away with a whimper.
“Mis amores,” he hummed in delight, his fingers itching to photograph the way your faces glistened with his release. “Is what you planned? Is this how you thought your seduction would work?”
Your lips parted in shock. “I—”
“Shh,” he shook his head, though the way his eyes darkened made your stomach twist in desire. “You’ve played your games, now I’m going to play mine. On the bed, both of you. And no touching each other unless I say. Understand?”
You both nodded.
“Good. Bed. Now.”
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In exactly THAT order. The Lando photo does my head in. And again, I feel like an voyeur, entering a very private and intimate moment they accidentally shared globally because they can’t keep their hands of each other. Carlos was totally fine walking the stairs before the ceremony. He didn’t need Lando to get on the top step. What he needed was contact. And Lando, knowing Carlos so well like Carlos himself said, knew he needed the hand. To feel. Maybe grounded or whatever. They’re synced with each other. They don’t need a language. They fully needed a touch, a squeeze, intimacy and decided THAT right HERE is the perfect moment for it.
#formula1#f1#lando norris#ln4#carlando#carlos sainz#mclaren#racing#boyfriends#no shame#piece of art#smut#in public#carlos sainz jr#carlitos
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Poly Driver Masterlist
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Peeping Tom
Pairing: Carlos Sainz x Reader
Warning: Smut
PLEASE DO NOT TAKE MY STORIES AND PLAGIARIZE THEM OR REPOST THEM! THANKS! ❤️
A new neighbor has moved across the street from you and Carlos’ shared home. You took it upon yourself to walk over and introduce yourself to welcome him into the neighborhood. He introduced himself as Lando. While talking to him about what was around the neighborhood, you were getting a sense that he was checking you out. You kindly dismissed yourself and mentioned that you had to go home and start dinner before your husband arrived home. Little did you know, Lando was looking at your ass as you were walking away.
Different smells of seasonings poured out of the kitchen as you swayed to the music making your favorite dish, chicken alfredo. Carlos walks into the kitchen with his black t-shirt and navy jogger pants.
“Smells amazing in here baby” He kissed your lips as he moves behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist as you stir the pot.
“I thought we could have my favorite tonight since we haven’t had it in a while.” You turned around in his arms and held the fork up to his lips with a small piece of chicken and a few noodles handing off the fork. Carlos takes the fork into his mouth, closing his eyes to savor the flavor.
“Mmm. Damn, you never miss when you cook dinner.” His brown eyes met yours.
“Good right?!” Smiling, you turned back around to put the fork down on the counter beside the stove and turned the pot to a low simmer.
“By the way, I met the new neighbor today.” You turned to look at Carlos, crossing your arms against your chest and leaning back on the counter.
“Oh yeah? How did that go? I know I have to introduce myself to him.” He says while letting go of you and leaning against the sink across from you.
“He seems like a nice fellow. His name is Lando. I recommended some places for him to check out around here...while he was checking me out.” You rolled your eyes and shook your head.
“Well, I don’t blame him babe. I would check you out too.” Carlos smiles and bites his bottom lip, looking at you up and down. He reached for you and pulled you towards him, wrapping his arms around your waist, resting his hands on your ass. Giving it a light squeeze.
“No Carlos. I caught him looking across the street into the house today while I was cleaning the living room and we made eye contact. It was very awkward as hell.” Carlos leaned his head back and laughed.
“Why don’t we give him something that’s worth looking at. Something that he won’t be able to forget?” He motions his head towards the window.
“For free?” You gave him a confused look on his face. He laughed at you while a huge smile spreads across your face.
“How about we be adventurous and make someone’s night. Let them have a happy ending too, no? Carlos leans down and kisses your lips.
“And you are okay with letting another man see me in all my glory? You uncross your arms and wrap them around Carlos, pinching his ass.
“I don’t care if he sees you naked just this once. We trust each other and you know who you belong to.” He stares into your eyes with lust growing in them.
Carlos leans in to kiss you, each kiss becomes deeper. His hands leave your ass, moving down to your thighs, picking you up as you wrap your arms around his neck.
He walks you over into the living room, laying you down on the couch. He stands back up, taking off his shirt. You bite your bottom lip as you take in his tone chest and abs. You reach out to him, rubbing your hand from his chest down to his abs. His tan skin is smooth and warm to the touch. You move your hand over to his v-line, tracing it down to the top of his jogger pants. Carlos put his hand on top of yours, stopping you.
“I want you to strip for me.” He helps you off the couch, switching places.
You stand in front of him. You lean down and kiss him, pushing him to lean all the way back against the back of the couch. You stand up slowly, your hands sliding down his shoulders, chest, stomach, and over his thighs. You stand tall in front of him, starting to take off your shirt slowly, your curvy breast becoming free. Carlos watches your every move, taking in your beauty. No matter how many times he has seen you naked, it’s like seeing you for the first time, breathtaking.
You continue to strip for him, moving your hands gently over your breast, down your stomach, reaching the button of your shorts. You slowly unbutton them, letting them fall to the floor, your lace panties following.
Carlos moves his eyes up and down your body like a lion looking at his prey. He moves his hand up to your breast to massage them gently. You lean your head back with your eyes closed. His hand moves further down your body, stopping at where you want to feel him touch you.
“Mi amor, you are so fucking beautiful. I’m the luckiest man in the world.” He pulls you down, straddling his lap.
You kiss his lips, taking in his tongue to play with yours. You bit his lower lip as you pulled away from him. Moving over to his neck, you leave little kisses on a certain spot that shoots straight to his dick. You hear and feel the vibrations of his groans in your ear and under your lips. You move slowly on top of him, feeling his dick pressed against your already wet pussy.
“I want your dick in my mouth.” You whispered in his ear as you kissed him one last time on the neck and slid down his body to your knees.
You move your hand over his bulge, feeling him take in a deep breath. You look at him with hungry eyes as you slid his joggers off him, his dick springing free. You took his dick in your hand stroking him, feeling the smoothness of his dick. His girth and length are perfect. You lean down and lick him from the base of his dick to the tip, putting the tip in your mouth.
You looked up as Carlos, his eyes meeting yours as you take him deeper into your warm, wet mouth. His head drops, resting on the back of the couch.
“Joder, your mouth feels so good on my dick baby.” Carlos groans as he feels you start to move your mouth up and down, setting a pace. He places his hand in your hair, pushing you to go further down on him. You take all of him all the way down your throat, keeping him there for a few seconds.
“Just like that mi amor. So good.” A moan escapes his mouth as you ease off his dick and move down to suck on his balls. His dick is now slick enough from your spit so you can stroke him. You start to suck on his balls gently, licking them, reaching up to them to massage them. Carlos reaches down and pulls you up to swap places with him. He gets on his knees between your legs.
“Spread your legs for me mami. I want to taste you” He helps you put your legs on his shoulders.
“Damn baby. Look at you. All wet and ready for him.” He licks your juices that have gotten on your thigh.
“You taste so sweet babygirl. I rather have your pussy for dinner tonight.” He starts to fully eat your pussy, focusing on your sensitive clit. You grab a handful of his hair, closing your eyes and arching your back off the couch.
“Your fucking tongue feels so fucking good. Shit.” The moment you opened your eyes, you were met with another set of eyes that were not your boyfriend’s. You locked eyes with Lando, the new neighbor on the block. At that moment you didn’t care because Carlos was sending you straight into the clouds.
“Car-Carlos. He’s watching.” You say in between breaths.
“Good. He can see how good I am at devouring this pussy of yours.” He dives back in with a newfound eagerness, this time slipping two fingers into your pussy. You feel your climax approaching as you start to ride yourself on Carlos’ face.
“I’m so close. Don’t stop. I’m gonna come!” Your climax hits you like an earthquake. Your toes curl as you shake all around Carlos’ head. He reaches up to hold your hand. Your moans are sweet music to his ears.
“Fuck mi amor. You almost drowned me.” He looks up at you as you settle down from your climax.
“I want you to fuck me in front of the window so he can get a closer look.” You tell Carlos as you motioned your eyes towards the window. Carlos helps you off the couch kissing you all the way to the window.
“Bend that ass over for me.” He turns you around and bends you over the table that is in front of the living room window with a little force. He bends down to your ear and whispers something you thought you would never hear out of his mouth.
“While I am fucking you, I want you to look at him in his eyes.” You look at him as you shake your head up and down.
“I need you to use your words babygirl.” He moves your hair from your face to get a better look at you.
“Yes sir.” You make contact with his doe brown eyes. So much want filling them making them to appear darker.
“Good girl.” He kisses down your back. He lines himself up to you entrance, pressing the tip of his dick in slowly. You both let go of a sigh of relief as he pushes himself halfway in.
“Baby, you are so damn tight. I know you can take all of me.” You push back against him wanting to feel all of him inside you.
“I want all that dick inside me daddy.” You push back against getting all of him inside you. You could feel him stretching you to the max. He waits a little before he begins to thrust, so he doesn’t hurt you.
“Please don’t make me wait any longer.” Carlos took that as an order and started to fuck you with force, taking you by surprise.
“Is this what you want baby? You want the neighbor to see how good I fuck that tight pussy of yours hmm? He grabs your hips tightly as he fucks you. The sound of skin slapping against each other filling the room.
“Yes! Yes! Fuck! Just like that!” You opened your eyes and made eye contact with Lando across the street. You wanted him to know that this is for him. As you focus a little better you see that he is having a little fun himself. You can’t see too clearly but it looks as if his hand is moving back and forth, as if he is stroking his dick.
Carlos grabs your hair, making a ponytail before he pulls you up against his chest. He continues to fuck you with such a steady pace. He grabs your breast, giving them a squeeze.
“You like him watching, don’t you? Hmm? Pleasuring himself to us fucking. Look at him babe.” You and Carlos make eye contact with him as he moves his other hand down to your pussy, playing with your clit.
“Fuck Carlos, I can’t hold on much longer.” Your breathing becomes shorter.
“I don’t care how good it feels, you better not come until I tell you too.” Carlos moves his hand from your clit and moves his arms around the front of your thigh for leverage. He starts fucking you with need. He wants to feel you tight pussy come on his dick.
“Mmm I feel you getting so close baby. I want us to come together. Can you do that for me baby?” Carlos whispers in your ear.
“Yes Sir. Make me come on your dick.” You and Carlos’ moans and groans filled the room. His hand leaves your breast and wraps it around your throat.
“Come on my dick mi amor. I’m almost there. Fuck! Carlos moans in your ear.
“I want you to come inside me daddy. I want you to fill me up.” After those words came out of your mouth, Carlos' comes inside you with a groan.
“Ahh fuuuck! I’m coming!” Carlos holds on to you tightly against him, making sure he is getting all of his cum inside your pussy. The feeling of him filling you up brought you to your second climax of the night.
“Fuck Carlos! I’m coming! Fuck! Shit! You started to scream as you feel your juices squirt out of you, some dripping on the floor and some rolling down Carlos’ dick, falling off his balls onto the floor. You shake uncontrollably in his arm, the feeling of your legs become jelly. Carlos wraps his arm around your waist, holding you up to make sure you don’t fall as you ride out your high. He slowly pulls out of you, some of his cum dripping out, hitting the floor along with your puddle of juices.
“Damn baby. That was...” Carlos leans his forehead on your shoulders trying to catch his breath.
“Different?” You say as you turn to him kiss him on his lips. You both smile at each other. You turn back around and look across the street to see if your one-person audience had a good show. He was just standing there looking back at us with a euphoric look on his face. There were some streaks on the window. You are not sure to make of it, but it looks like he got his happy ending for the night.
“Why don’t you go get the shower ready for us so we can eat this wonderful dinner that you cooked for us?” Carlos kisses your temple before he lets you walk away. He walks up to the window, putting his hands on the curtain’s fabric. Before he closes the curtain, he gives Lando a little wink before shutting them closed.
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Carlandooo pls X reader. Be super creative with the story but make it HOT. thank you!!!!
2 people requested Carlando so I just wrote the story under the first request but here it is :
Wild Dreams II Lando Norris x Reader x Carlos Sainz ⒽⓌ
#f1 imagine#f1 x reader#f1smut#smut#f1 smut#f1 one shot#changetyre#carlando#carlando smut#carlos x reader x lando
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Carlando Masterlist
All of my Carlando imagines, blurbs and series can be found here
Series
Imagines
His
Carlos and how he deals with his brats (except Lando is a brat and her punishment is all his fault)
Blurbs
Supernatural Carlando
Supernatural Carlando pt2
The cheating blurb
The cheating blurb pt2
Reader feels left out
carlando + thick thighs
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Lando Norris / Carlos Sainz
Title: you belong with me
Pairing: Lando Norris/Carlos Sainz
Characters: Carlos Sainz, Lando Norris, Oscar Piastri, Charles Leclerc,
Prompt: relation between Norris and Piastri during the all year make Sainz so jeaouls. All the videos, chattings, jokes and time that Norris share with Piastri made Sainz too jealous and he decided to remind Norris he is belong to. Top Sainz
Carlos has finally got Lando to himself, he's sick of Lando always laughing and joking with Oscar, spending all his free time with the young Australian, never leaving enough time for Carlos himself, his boyfriend.
"I missed you, so fucking much." Carlos squeezes Lando on the ass and goes to kiss him, only to have his hands roughly pushed away with a giggle. "Stop it, Osc is getting in." and that moment the bane of Carlos life enters the lift with a small smile.
"Hey, Carlos." Carlos doesn't even justify him with answer just scowls at him. "Stop being rude Carlos." He hears Lando telling him, but he ignores him as well. The elevator is filled with the McLaren boys having a joke, only elevating Carlos' anger.
"This is our floor, Lando." Oscar smiles stepping out of the lift. "Do you want to come back to my room and play some play station?" Carlos presses the closes door button. "No, he doesn't want to go your room." Carlos watches in delight as the elevator doors slide closed in Oscar's face.
"What the fuck was that?" Lando has his hands on his hips, eyebrows raised as they make the descent to Carlos' floor. "Why do you spend so much time with him? I'm your boyfriend, not him."
"Aww Carlos, are you jealous?" Lando leans in and presses his lips against Carlos' own, the kiss is slow and passionate and it's exactly what Carlos needs to put out the fire of fury in the bottom of his stomach. They both abruptly jump apart when the elevator dings and the door slides open. Luckily no one else is standing there.
"I'll race you back to your room." Carlos is suddenly caught off guard as Lando snatches they key card from Carlos' hands and runs towards the room. Carlos never recovers from Lando's head start and gets to his room in time, just to have the door slammed in his face. "Now you know how Oscar feels." Lando's giggles can be heard from the other side of the door. That little bastard.
"Lando, let me in please." Carlos knocks on the door, all he can hear is Lando laughing pressed up against the door. "Lando please. It's my room." Carlos keeps shouting, until he sees the red pants and the red hat of his teammate Charles walking towards him. That's all he needs, great.
"Did you lock yourself out of your room, Carlos?" Charles has a smug smile on his face. "No." Carlos growls back. Charles raises an eyebrow, when Lando's giggles can be heard. "Oh, I see." Charles smirks as he walks away.
"Oh fuck you Charles, don't act like you and Gasly don't fuck every night." Charles flips the bird in response, and quietly enters his room. Fucking Charles.
Carlos squeals, falling backwards into his room, Lando catching him off guard and opening up the door. Lando laughs his ass off, watching Carlos get back to his feet.
"You'll be sorry for that." Carlos squares up towards Lando, who looks ridiculously adorable smiling like that, god Carlos is in love with him. "We'll see about that." Carlos squeezes Lando's hips and ghosts his lips against Lando's. "You are mine, Lando."
"I don't belong to anyone Carlos." The giggles give him away as well as the blush spreading from his cheeks, all the way down to his beck and beyond the papaya of his team shirt.
“I am going to fuck you, Lando and you are going to like it. By the smile creeping up on Lando's face, Carlos is sure he will. "What are you going to do to me Carlos?"
Carlos grabs the collar of Lando's shirt and furiously tears it off, buttons scatter across the bedroom. Carlos wastes no time, claiming what is his and bends his head, taking one of Lando's nipples into his mouth and bites down hard. "Fuck, me Carlos." Lando pulls harshly on Carlos' hair in response.
"Mine, all mine." Carlos mumbles against Lando's chest, licking over his stinging nipple in a silent apology. Carlos brushes his hands over Lando's body, hot and perfect under his fingers until they bump against the buckle of his belt.
Carlos makes quick work of the belt, letting drop to the floor with a clang, then furiously ripping down his jeans and boxers in one swift move, his cock springing free and slapping against his stomach. "Can't hide how much you want me."
"Not trying to hide anything." Lando mumbles with a gasp as Carlos swipes up the belt from the floor and very lightly spanks Lando's ass with it.
"You deserve that Lando, flirting with Oscar when you should only have eyes for me." Carlos spanks him a few more times with the belt, not hard enough to leave a mark or anything.
Carlos backs Lando up to the bed, until the backs of his knees hit the frame, only then does he push him back onto it, with such a force that he bounces on the bed a couple of times.
"Fuck, Carlos. I do only have eyes for you, only you." Lando's eyes never leave him as Carlos rips off his own clothes, it feels a little satisfying seeing the torn shreds of the Ferrari shirt, mixed in with the papaya of the McLaren of Lando's. He doesn't let himself dwell on that right now and jumps up on the bed to join Lando, bottle of lube in his hand.
Lando spreads his legs and lets Carlos settle between them, letting out a pornographic little gasp as Carlos presses two lube slick fingers against his entrance and thrusts them inside. Carlos gives him no time to relax before he pushes in a third finger! He quickly thrusts them in and out until he finds what he's looking for, judging by the loud moan falling from Lando's lips. Lando groan's again more deeply when Carlos keeps on brushing his fingers against it with every thrust, reducing Lando to a withering, begging moaning mess. Carlos' favourite type of Lando .
"Please, i'm going to come." Carlos abruptly stops his finger fucking and slaps Lando on the thigh, it stings this time, leaving a blooming red hand print against the tan skin. “you don't come until I say so” Lando throws his head back into the pillows and groans in response. "Get on with it then."
"I don't see why I should, when you haven't been a good boy at all." Carlos lets his fingers slip out of the younger man all the same, his own cock begging to be touched now.
Carlos throws Lando's legs over his shoulders and bumps the head of his cock against Lando's slick entrance and not so gently pushes inside, both of them cry out in pleasure, feels so good to be buried inside of Lando, it's where he's meant to be.
"Fucking hell Carlos." Lando fists the sheets as Carlos slams balls deep inside of him. Carlos, doesn't give him any time to adjust, he doesn't need it or deserve it. He starts a rough fast pace, pulling loud moans from Lando with every thrust.
"Mine, mine, mine." Carlos growls, speeding up even more sinking deeper with every thrust until he hits Lando's prostate dead on. "I don't know how long I can last." He sounds so desperate and pathetic, Carlos loves it.
Carlos slams into the sensitive bundle of nerves with every single thrust, he can see how hard Lando is holding back, desperately trying to stop himself from coming. "Come on baby, come for me, your one and only." Lando moans in pure relief and it only takes one more hard thrust on his prostate and he's coming hard, screaming "Yours. yours. yours." As he paints his belly milky white, sinking back into the sheets boneless.
"Mine, all mine." Carlos slows down, pressing his forehead against Lando's his own orgasm close now. "Mine." He presses his lips against Lando's as he comes, gasping into the younger mans mouth as he fills his arse with his come.
Carlos grunts as he rolls himself onto his back, taking Lando into his arms, where he belongs.“You are hot when you are jealous” Lando can't keep the smirk off his face. “You need to know you belonged to” Carlos smiles back, giving him a quick kiss. "Anyone would think you did it on purpose.
"Oh Carlos, you are slow."
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When Lando’s eyes opened, it was reluctantly at first. The early morning light had managed to find the one crack in the curtains and, through there, had managed to find Lando’s eyes. He resisted for a long time, but he wasn’t like Carlos; he couldn’t sleep comfortably facedown in a pillow. And no matter how furiously he stuck his face into Carlos’ bicep—warm, comforting—he still knew the sun was out. And for famously shit sleeper Lando Norris, that was sufficient to cause wakefulness.
It wasn’t all bad. After the initial annoyance, Lando remembered, as always, that he was asleep beside his husband. He burrowed closer to Carlos, leeching some of the warmth from his body, sighing as even in sleep Carlos seemed to lean into him. Through his heavy eyelids, he took in the sight of his love and wondered, for the millionth time, how Carlos came to love him.
Not that he would say that aloud. Carlos needed to stay humble. And that had nothing to do with the cloud of frustration that would descend on Carlos’ face if Lando ever doubted his own capacity to be loved.
It didn’t matter. Carlos was here, Carlos was Lando’s, and Carlos was…
Fuck, Carlos was…
Lando thought back to the night before. A couple of drinks, not too many, but just enough to get them flirting in public, just enough for Lando to start touching Carlos’ chest, enough for Carlos to graze Lando’s side, enough that, after a moment’s consultation, Charles and Alex came by with the, “Shouldn’t you both go back now?” signal. They hadn’t known that was how badly they were gone; not for the drinks, but for each other, and Lando could remember now the way Carlos crowded him, his foot between Lando’s feet, slowly moving Lando backwards and backwards until Lando was against a wall, and they were grinning and laughing and looking at each other with eyes that could not lie, with a proximity that would have belied their eyes anyway.
Everyone knew. Even Logan did, at this point, though it took him a second to realize how deep it went. But that still didn’t mean they could– well, it would have been inappropriate regardless. But still.
And then they got back to their hotel room. Or, rather, and then they got into the elevator. Lando was on Carlos in a moment, their lips eager together as Lando furiously unbuttoned buttons, ran his hands over Carlos’ chest, let Carlos shove his hands down Lando’s pants and squeeze his ass with a roughness that promised so much. He was in Carlos’ arms by the time the elevator door opened, and it was a miracle that they found their hotel room, but it was an old miracle. They always found their hotel room.
Once there, Lando pushed down Carlos’ jeans, pushed down his underwear, wrapped his lips around Carlos’ cock and moaned with Carlos. It wasn’t long before Carlos was fucking his face, groaning Lando’s name, groaning praise for Lando, praising his perfect little mouth, begging Lando to open his throat a little more, yes, Lando, perfect, always perfect, and Lando, perfect Lando, would never let Carlos down. When Carlos came, it was at the base of Lando’s tongue, and Lando knew his throat would hurt in the morning and he was glad.
There was no pause, nothing. Carlos lifted Lando up again, deposited him onto the bed with a tenderness that never left his body, and seared his skin with kisses. Lando gasped, panted, reached for Carlos, but Carlos was determined to kiss all of him. When he was satisfied, he asked Lando to turn onto his stomach. Lando did, shaking, and when he felt the cool, wet touch of the plug, he was surprised. He had expected Carlos’ fingers, was almost devastated at the lack—but then Carlos lifted Lando’s hips, wrapped his hand around Lando’s cock, took hold of the base of the plug, and told Lando to come for him.
It was altogether too much. It was altogether not enough. Carlos worked him open with the plug while he stroked Lando’s cock, and even still he praised, while Lando, incoherent and sobbing, just bucked his hips and babbled pleas. He wanted Carlos deeper. He wanted Carlos to never stop. He felt the pressure mount, higher and higher, and when he came into Carlos’ hand he was rewarded immediately.
“Hermoso,” Carlos whispered, and the plug was out. “Mi esposo,” Carlos whispered, pulling Lando up, cradling him close so that Lando’s back was against Carlos’ chest. And from there, it just took a, “Mi Lando…fuck,” as Carlos pushed inside him, and Lando’s head fell back against Carlos’ shoulder. He was overwrought, sensitive, but Carlos’ cock was all he had wanted that night, and he had it, and he was not going to squander it just because–
It was the morning after again. Carlos stirred, and Lando realized his kisses against Carlos’ back had grown feverish, needy, that his half-hard cock was against Carlos’ hip, that he had been grinding. He froze, embarrassed, but when Carlos spoke, Lando heard the grin.
“Happy birthday to me, eh?” Carlos ventured, sleep in his voice, and Lando laughed.
“Not yet.”
“It is still August?” Carlos asked, and he turned onto his side. His face carried deep lines from the pillow, and his hair was rumpled so immaculately it might have been on purpose. But it wasn’t and Lando wanted him even more for that. He was smiling, the smile that was just for Lando, and Lando’s core tightened.
“Still August. Still got a whole day,” Lando said. Carlos made a disapproving noise. Then, he gathered Lando into his arms, and Lando sighed embarrassingly. “I do not like August,” Carlos said flatly.
“Oh yeah? Why not?”
Carlos’ hand stroked Lando’s back, followed his spine down to his tailbone, then lower. Parting Lando’s ass cheeks with thumb and index, ring and pinky, Carlos pressed his middle finger to Lando’s asshole. Lando bucked and moaned; his cock was right against Carlos’. He couldn’t tell his own hardness from Carlos’.
“It is too long of a month,” Carlos complained, pushing his finger into Lando’s asshole. Lando gasped and threw his head back. Carlos took advantage of the situation and kissed Lando’s neck, soft and hot. “First, no racing. Then, I don’t see you for much of it. Then, I am waiting for my birthday. Two 31-day months in a row. A joke.”
This matter-of-fact appraisal of August did little to lessen Lando’s moans. Carlos’ finger was thrusting into him, seeking, seeking, and when it found his prostate, Lando wailed and clung to Carlos.
“So,” Carlos said, and he turned Lando again so Lando was on his back. He pulled his finger out and pressed it to Lando’s mouth. Lando took it eagerly, sucking Carlos’ finger, letting Carlos press it down his tongue, into his throat. Then, he watched as Carlos took it into his own mouth, his eyes on Lando. “We will pretend,” he continued, “that it is September first.”
“And tomorrow?” Lando panted, so hard that it hurt. Carlos grinned, wrapped Lando’s legs around his waist, and pressed the head of his cock to Lando’s asshole. Lando arched, nodding desperately, speechless.
“Tomorrow will be September first again,” Carlos said. He pushed into Lando with a deep sigh; Lando threw his head back, crying out at the feeling of Carlos stretching him, cleaving him. “But it will be a Friday. And I can’t have this tomorrow.”
“Then have me now,” Lando begged, cupping Carlos’ cheeks. “Have me now, fuck, please, do whatever you want. Have me fucking now.”
Carlos smiled, and it was so sweet that Lando might have done anything if Carlos had just asked.
“Thank you for my birthday present,” he said, true joy in his eyes, and Lando pulled him close with a frustrated groan to kiss his idiot birthday-husband senseless.
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tags: smut, fluff, angst, suggestive, au
Formula One:
1. Max Verstappen
2. Logan Sargeant
4. Lando Norris
16. Charles Leclerc
23. Alex Albon
81. Oscar Piastri
Fanfiction:
Formula One:
Carlos Sainz x Lando Norris
Logan Sargeant x Oscar Piastri
George Russell x Alex Albon
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