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daisybianca · 4 months

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pairing: lando norris x femalereader

summary: ruining Lando's live stream is your favorite thing to do when in the mood.

warnings: female masturbation, mention of sexual actions, cursing words

(a/n): lando's recent stream look. I'm unwell.

YOUR HEADPHONES WERE filled with the sweet melody of Taylor Swift's "London Boy" and then you remembered that in the next room of the house you really did have a London Boy waiting for you.

Your boyfriend had one of his usual streams, and it was always your choice to step away from the place where he was doing them and not take part in it. You didn't like the idea of giving fans more content about your relationship than there already was.

By changing the song of the playlist, you settled on something more freaky, like the wreeknd.

Hearing Lando's voice and loud laugh echoing from the next room, you opened the app on your phone and joined his live stream.

Your username was a random name that only Lando recognized.

God, he was so hot.

Messy curly hair, an unbuttoned white t-shirt, and grey plaid pants.

He had heard your wish to let his beard grow long, and you loved every moment of it. Watching the screen intently, listening to his strong accent through the device and from the adjacent wall, you felt your heart flutter loudly. Your jaw nearly hit the floor when you saw from the screen Lando laughing at something and pulling back, spreading his legs widly while bending his head back.

Swallowing, you decided to write a message in the comments that only he would recognize "Turn off the Stream and come over here. Im in the mood."

A few seconds later, he read it. He didn't say anything. He just smiled.

Again, you chose to write the same comment in case he didn't pay much attention to it the first time.

"I'm not shutting down the live. If anyone wants to tell me something, they can come here and tell me themselves."

You smiled and turned off your phone.

Is that how he wanted it? With games?

He asked and shall receive.

You got out of bed, opening your closet and wearing the most revealing and slutty piece of clothing you owned. You also put on a pair of high heels and began to walk slowly towards the next room.

The door was closed so you touched the handle and began to open it gently.

Two beautiful eyes met yours. Then they scanned you from head to toes.

Whatever Lando was trying to tell his viewers was now forever gone.

His jaw closed and he licked his lips. His eyes were on the verge of popping out of their sockets.

Bringing a finger to your lips, you murmued "Shhh."

You felt his eyes follow you as you closed the door and sat comfortably on the couch across from him.

You weren't, of course, visible on the camera. And your boyfriend did his best not to show his viewers the uncomfortable situation he was in. He kept talking, but you were sure he didn't understand what he was saying either.

You stopped looking at him and tried to forget the fact that you had to be discreet because thousands of people were somehow in the room with you.

Spreading your legs, you pushed your warm hand where you wished Lando's was right now.

You immediately shuddered at the very first contact. Twisting your body a little, you gave your boyfriend a better angle of your wet--dripping actually--spot.

His eyes never abandoned you. At one point, you heard him hissing plaid from his breath. "Fuck." His voice made you shudder. "Thats it." He said and closed the live show without saying anything else to his audience.

You stopped the movements and touches on your body and looked at him throwing the headphones on the chair and walking briskly over to you.

That's my boy.

"You want to fucking make me come in front of thousands of people? Huh?" He walked towards you and started unbuttoning his pants. You just smirked and bit your bottom lip. "Acting like a little brat, getting treated like one, right?" He grabbed your neck and forced you to him. After taking one huge taste of your lips, he let you down and removed his white t-shirt. "Open your legs. You're lucky I didn't choose to fuck you live, baby."

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cartierre · 11 months

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GOLDEN RETRIEVER | ls18

SOCIAL MEDIA!AU lance stroll x fem!reader

side note: i am so obsessed with lance as of lately so... this really hit different. thank you @lovelytsunoda for saving the day!

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yourusername g'day australia!

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user1 dexter is so adorable! ⤷ user2 i need a dexter and roscoe collab right now!

user3 i hope dexter had a save flight!

lance_stroll all these comments are about how cute dexter is but have you seen me on the last slide? ⤷ yourusername the cutest!

danielricciardo your australian accent is getting better with every gp ⤷ scottyjames31 i agree ⤷ yourusername i have the best teachers

user4 is dexter going to have his own instagram account?

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roscoelovescoco tis my new friend everybody's: dexter!

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user5 this is the crossover i needed

user6 ah omg i love that they like each other! ⤷ user7 best duo on the grid

user8 every time i read roscoe's captions i get a seizure

yourusername i think dexter would love another playdate in the future! ⤷ roscoelovescoco i love's that!

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yourusername miami really tired out our sweet boy

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user9 maybe this is a sign that you shouldn't drag him everywhere with you ⤷ user10 nobody says anything when roscoe attends races but with dexter you people suddenly care? ⤷ user11 i think they know their dog's limits the best

user12 is that soda he's drinking? ⤷ yourusername don't worry, it's water!

lance_stroll is the caption about me or dex? ⤷ yourusername free ✨ interpretation ✨

user13 i love how dexter doesn't have his own instagram because y/n's profile is actually turning into dexter's

user14 why is everyone hating on how y/n and lance raise their own dog?

user15 isn't he just the cutest!? dog parents of the year

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yourusername most beautiful wedding with the most beautiful newlyweds

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user16 i'm so envious to everyone who attended this wedding!!! ⤷ user17 fr the vibes are everything

chloestroll ❤️️❤️️

user18 i think this is the first post in ages without dexter ⤷ user19 they probably thought it would be better to not take him with them

scottyjames31 next time yours? ⤷ yourusername i think someone's taking his sweet time to propose

user20 DID Y/N JUST SAY SHE'D BE READY TO GET MARRIED TO LANCE? ⤷ user21 they've been together for quite some time, moved in together and have a dog...

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yourusername i think dexter wants us to be an official family

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user22 OMG HE PULLED THROUGH ⤷ user23 lance is one lucky guy

scottyjames31 guess there will be a new mrs. stroll soon ⤷ yourusername i'm stepping into your shoes

chloestroll i hope lance and i picked out a good ring ⤷ yourusername a family of taste

user24 i am obsessed that lance took his sister to shop for y/n's ring ⤷ user25 sibling goals ⤷ user26 i'm more obsessed that he proposed at the canadian gp, his home race! perfect timing

lance_stroll makes the candian gp even more special.. i love you, dexter loves you as well ⤷ yourusername i love youuu ❤️️❤️️

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lxndonorris · 15 days

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All smiles - Lance Stroll

Y/N x Lance Stroll Theme: Smutish; light touching, not explicit spending time with Lance before the Japanese Grand Prix x word count: 1250+ taglist: @game-set-canet open for requests :)

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The buzz of anticipation fills the air as the Japanese Grand Prix approaches. In the heart of the Aston Martin garage, excitement crackles like static electricity. You stand by, wearing Lance's green Aston Martin shirt and a pair of dark jeans, feeling a mix of nerves and pride as he prepares for the first training session.

Lance, clad in his racing suit, stands by his car, a vision of determination and focus. His eyes dance with excitement as he watches the mechanics fine-tune every detail of his racing machine. You can't help but admire his passion for racing, radiating from every pore.

Lost in the moment, Lane's gaze drifts, his mind undoubtedly wandering to the countless laps he would soon embark upon. You watch him, captivated by the raw energy he exudes. It's obvious; he is in his element, a true racer at heart.

Breaking the silence, you speak softly, your voice cutting through the hum of activity in the garage. "What are you smiling about?" You ask, your eyes alight with curiosity.

Lance turns to you, his grin widening as he meets your gaze. "I'm just happy to be here," he replies, his voice filled with genuine joy. "To be living my dream, racing in Formula 1, it's everything I've ever wanted."

You feel a surge of warmth wash over you at his words. Knowing how hard Lance worked to reach this point, the countless hours of training, the sacrifices he made along the way, and all the comments he had to endure just for following his passion.

"Lance." You breathe, and you can't help but be drawn to him. With a tender smile, you reach out, placing a gentle hand on his chest, feeling the steady rhythm of his breathing deeply beneath the palm of your hand.

"Hey," you murmur softly, your voice barely above a whisper, "that smile looks good on you."

A blush creeps up Lance's cheeks, his eyes meeting yours with a warmth that sends shivers down your spine. He opens his mouth to reply, but before any words could escape, he finds himself leaning in, drawn to you like a magnet.

Your lips meet in a soft, gentle kiss, a moment suspended in time amidst the chaos of the garage. In that instant, the world falls away, leaving only you two, lost in each other's embrace.

As you pull apart, Lance's smile lingers, a beacon of light in the dimly lit garage. You can't help but return it, your heart swelling with love for the man beside you.

"Let's go, Lance." A mechanic pats his back; it's time for the first training session to begin.

As he gets ready, you can't help but admire him once more: his racing suit hugs his form flawlessly. His hair, tousled just so, gives him an air of effortless charm, reminiscent of a Disney prince brought to life.

With each movement, his suit seems to accentuate his physique, highlighting the scuplted lines of his body in all the right places. You catch a glimpse of the white fireproofs beneath his unzipped suit, a tantalizing hint of what lies beneath.

Lance meets your gaze with a mischievous twinkle in his eye, a playful smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. He knows the effect he has on you, reveling in the tease as he toys with the zipper of his suit.

You can't help but play along, a smile dancing on your lips as he strokes himself subconsciously, his hand running across his chest once, then twice, before gently brushing over his crotch and along his waistline.

As Lance settles into the cockpit of his Aston Martin, the anticipation thrumms through the air like electricity. With a quick adjustment of his helmet and a tightening of his gloves, he is ready. With the roar of the engine, he pulls out onto the track, the familiar rush of adrenaline coursing through his veins.

You watch from the sidelines, your heart racing in tandem with the car as it speeds off into the distance. Slipping on your headphones, tuning into Lance's radio channel, eager to hear his voice as he navigates the twists and turns of the circuit, you stand next to his mechanics as they feel the same.

As the crackle of the radio fills your ears, you can't help but smile. Every word that comes through is laced with excitement and enthusiasm, a testament to Lance's love for the sport. You can picture the grin on his face as he tackles each corner with precision, pushing his car to the limit with every lap.

And then, amidst the static, you hear it—the unmistakable sounds of laughter, bright and infectious. Lance is giggling; the sheer joy of racing evident in every note of his voice. It is a sound that fills you with warmth, knowing that your boyfriend is living out his dreams on track.

As the session draws to a close, Lance's radio falls silent, the final moments of the session ticking away. But you know that his smile will linger long after he steps out of the car.

Lance emerges from the cockpit, and you sense the adrenaline still flowing through him, his body taut with excitement. You watch him with a mixture of pride and admiration, knowing just how much he loves being behind the wheel.

As he approaches his mechanics, their handshake is filled with a silent understanding, a shared bond forged through countless hours spent working towards a common goal.

With a deft motion, Lance removes his helmet, revealing a sweaty but smiling face beneath. His cheeks are flushed with exertion, his eyes sparkling with the thrill of the ride. Your heart skips a beat as you meet his gaze, feeling the warmth of his smile wash over you like a wave.

Lance turns to you, his smile widening at the sight of you. As he approaches you, you notice the confident swagger in his step, a testament to the exhilarating session he just completed on track. Before you can say a word, he pulls you into his arms, his lips meeting yours in a soft, tender kiss.

You melt into his embrace, savoring the warmth of his touch and the taste of his lips against yours. Steadying yourself against his body, you start to stroke him.

Your hand moves with purpose, gliding over Lance's chest, relishing in the taut muscles beneath the fabric of his racing suit. As you apply a firm stroke, you feel a low growl reverberate through his throat, a primal sound that gives you gossebumps.

Caught off guard by your touch, Lance meets your gaze with a mixture of surprise and desire. "How did I do?" he asks, his voice husky with anticipation.

You smile, your eyes sparkling with joy. "You were phenomenal," you reply, your words filled with genuine pride.

A smirk tugs at the corner of his lips again when you lean in, kissing him gently.

"You really should smile more." Your lips brush over his own. "I'm just so happy for you." As you run your hand through his messy hair, you marvel at the way it frames his face, tousled and wind-swept from the intensity of his time on track. Each strand feels like silk beneath your fingers.

Lance leans into your touch, his eyes fluttering closed as he savors the sensation. With a soft sight, he opens his eyes, meeting your gaze with an affectionate smile.

"I will smile more, just for you, I promise," he murmurs, his voice filled with warmth.

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norrisleclercf1 · 5 months

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hey can you write for lance x reader where reader saw lance’s goatee for the first time and got horny and you know the rest is steamy

A/N: Felt this to my core, because I'm like that right now too! I'm making it suggestive but not full on smut

It was just supposed to be a calm day, watching movies and eating junk food. Lance has been dodging you for a while and you hated it, he clearly didn't want you to see something.

The doorbell goes off and you smile, running to the door and throwing it open. Your eyes grow wide, what was once your clean, baby-faced boyfriend was now this goatee, man before you.

"Lance?" He can't help but laugh, your confused face has him chuckling as he leans in. The facial hair scratches you, sending a shiver you hate how your entire body reacts to it. "Hey, babe." He pulls away and walks into your house.

"You, what the hell is that on your face?" Chasing after him, Lance throws himself onto your couch. Your cat coming over and rubbing against your boyfriend's chest. "It's a goatee, wanted to try it out. Do you like it?" Lance looks up, his hair fluffy as he pushes his out of his face.

Did you like it? Was water fucking wet? Because yes you liked it but also you were currently wet. "Yes, I like it.' Is all you grumble and sit down next to him. Wanting to ignore the ache between your legs.

Lance pulls you down and curls up with you, his goatee tickling you deliciously and it wasn't helping your situation. Lance knew what was going on, he knew your body so well that with your wiggling he knew he was getting to you.

"You must really like it." Lance whispers, when he rubs the hair against your neck, which has you whimpering. "Oh, shut up, you know I'm liking it." Lance chuckles and pulls away and sits up. "Well, let's see if you like it somewhere else." Lance makes quick work of removing your shorts and underwear all in one go.

Spreading your legs you moan, feeling that pleasurable scratch. "Oh fuck." You whimper, hands going to his hair as you really fall in love with his new facial hair.

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thatsdemko · 10 months

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room 305 - l.stroll

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pairing: Lance stroll x fem!reader

warnings: build up + childhood friends trope + not intended for minors + long(omg I’m so sorry) + mentions of oral (f + m receiving)

a/n: I want to thank @oconso, @monzabee, and @holllandtrash for being the people who inspired me to keep writing this fic 😅your reactions were my motivation to keep going! so sorry for the two posts in two days, just felt the need to get this out there xx feedback is appreciated 🫶

《 the following content is not intended for minors. 》

how you got to this point in the conversation is beyond you.

you can feel the saliva thicken in your throat. sweat begins to break out across your forehead that you wipe with the back of your hand nervously. he seems so calm, so collected. like he didn’t just learn his best friend, of childhood, was a virgin.

it wasn’t a problem you had. you didn’t mind walking around sexually frustrated that not a single man was ready to take you to the next base, but the way lances skin quickly dropped pale, eyes nearly jumping out of their sockets, you knew it wasn’t okay.

“so like,” he pauses, you can see he’s trying to digest the news. you watch him swallow before continuing, “you’ve just never had sex before?”

he realized how stupid he sounds. just repeating your words back to you, and he watches red spread further across your cheeks. he cannot imagine how embarrassing this conversation had to be, but he can thank the wine for finally pushing you open to him.

you nod, reaching for the bottle of wine in the middle of the table, your hands are too shaky from the embarrassment. the bottle dips, about to hit the wood table, but Lance is quick enough to catch it and takes a knowing look at you, “you don’t have to be afraid. it’s me.”

he says it in a matter of fact tone, because it is him. the guy who wasn’t shy to be your first kiss, or the guy who wasn’t shy to risk his life and teach you how to drive. he would be more than honored to teach you what good sex is, and he knows by the look in your eyes, you’re thinking about it.

“if not tonight,” he pauses, watching you adjust in the uncomfortable hard wood chair, hoping and praying this conversation would be over, “some other time. I’m always down.”

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it’d been a week since your confession, and the idea always stayed lurking in the back of your mind.

even when he introduces you to his team, when his back muscles flexed in the skin tight fireproof, you were thinking about him on top of you, how his skin would feel against yours.

you’re lost in your thoughts, thinking about how warm his body would be against yours, his cold palm against your throat, when he interrupts your thoughts.

“so you’re thinking about it too?” he shifts in front of you. you watch the smirk turn against his lips as his hand slips down your arm, finger tips ever so gently brushing your skin.

he watches your lips slightly gap, eyes becoming doe-like. “the offer still stands.” he says.

the way he’s acting is killing you. he’s so nonchalant, like it’s not a big deal to him, but your mind races with the boundaries you were crossing. this was no longer going to be an easy childhood friendship, it’d much more complicated for crying out loud. he’d see your most vulnerable places, and you cannot believe he’s acting with not a care in the world.

“I want it to be with the right person,” you say, your voice sounds shaky like you weren’t sure of yourself, but deep down you were. “It’s important to me you understand that.” you add.

he shifts from one hip to the other, giving you a tiny nod in understanding, “do you think I’m not the right person for you?” he asks. he picks up on your hesitation, air caught in your lungs because you weren’t expecting that response. you had a whole planned out response, and instead you’re looking for words to answer.

that same smirk toys his lips again as he slips into his teal green racing suit, “you know where to find me.” he sends you a wink, but doesn’t leave without a final word, “I’ve got a condom with your name on it, you just say when.”

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your fingernail is gushing with blood. you’ve been chewing it nonstop since the race started.

the gnawing at your skin might’ve started with the race, it wasn’t an easy start and finish, with yellow flags, safety cards, and animals at risk; the race was anything but calm. now that the race was over, and you were watching Lance climb out of the car, the nervous tick now wasn’t because of the race anymore. it was because of the butterflies in your stomach and the throbbing from your pussy.

you’ve never felt this hungry for someone before. you watch his hair fall out of the helmet, the dark brown locks were flattened due to the balaclava, but the hairs find their way back to their natural shape as he shakes them off his sweaty forehead.

you feel like a little girl at school again. getting all excited when your crushed looked your way, or how nervous you got around him, it all felt too familiar. it was how you used to feel about Lance when you were in middle school. always looking at him when no one was watching, and being anxious when you were left alone with him. some feelings never do go away.

“I heard p9 is the newest p1.” you say when he’s finally made his way over to you. you watch him as he steps up to your body, arms wrapping around you. there was nothing that could of prepared you for this moment, there was no better feeling than Lance against your own body.

his arms are loose around you, his hand rests in the middle of your back, thumb lightly stroking your back. you inhale his sweaty scent, the mixture of his cologne lingers the odor, it’s oddly enough to send a pulse back down between your inner thighs.

“p1, huh?” he asks pulling away from your body, fingers running through his hair, he gently pulls on the strands before running his fingers down his face.

“that’s what they’re saying.” you reply, stumbling backwards, knees a bit too weak to stand you need something to grab onto. you never expected a man to ever do this to you. at least not Lance.

he licks his lips, “what does p1 get?”

“me.” you say.

every vessel in your body is sure of this. you might not of been hours ago, when he was playing his asshole cards, but now? you’re sure he’s the one. in fact, you’re sure he’s the only one.

you watch him swallow the lump in his throat. he’s never seen you be so bold. he watches your face to see if any signs of bluffing, but you’re not folding, you’re sure of this.

“meet me back at the hotel, room 305.”

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you sit on the edge of his hotel bed, once again gnawing at the skin of your fingertips. you weren’t sure what to expect, should you dress up for the occasion? maybe sport a g-string? you couldn’t even focus on trying to eat dinner, there was too much on your mind.

“would you stop eating your skin?” he asks emerging from the bathroom with a towel around his waist. he’d been in the shower when you arrived. he heard the door click open, and listened to you carefully place it behind you to not make too much noise. of course, you failed by running into bathroom door that was wide open allowing the steam from the shower out the room.

“I’m sorry,” you mutter putting your hand underneath your thighs, “I’m just nervous.” you admit, as if it wasn’t obvious. he’s known you your whole life, that tick was a dead giveaway of your anxiety.

you watch him bend down to pick up one of his shirts out of his suitcase. you’re a little unsure why he’s getting dressed if in the next ten minutes you’ll be throwing the shirt off of him, and you can tell he’s reading your confusion just by the way he laughs.

“we are doing this my way, dinner first then sex. I gotta get to know you before I fuck you.”

you scoff. like he hasn’t spent over a decade or two learning the in’s and outs of you. you find it ridiculous, but he’s truly the only man that’s ever agreed to second base. he’s your only safe option to show you what a first time should be like.

“fine, should I change?” you gesture to the outfit you’re wearing. a midi white skirt, pair of sandals, and a black tank top.

he shakes his head, “no it’s fine, skirts are easy to take off anyway.”

you laugh, and decide to wait for him to change. of course, he changes with the bathroom door cracked open. it’s not enough for you to see anything, but you can hear the zip of jeans, the sound of his socks against the cold tile, all the things to let you know he was naked.

“ready?” he asks while grabbing his keys and wallet off the nightstand.

you stand up and watch him, you see the gold packaging that was hidden beneath the wallet, and you know exactly what it is. he wasn’t hiding it.

“where to?”

he gives you a knowing look like you shouldn’t of asked, and you know exactly what he’s about to say, “Lester’s deli.”

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the sandwich in front of you is just as good as you remember it being. Lance sits across from you, halfway finished with his when he looks up at you, “so tell me, what do you like in a guy?” he asks.

you nearly drop the sandwich just to swallow before replying. it took all of the strength in you to not look down at his growing hard cock in his jeans.

it was evident the whole drive. his hand resting on your bare thigh, fingertips dangerously move up your skirt. he was such a tease, it was killing you how he was acting.

you shrug your shoulders, “I don’t know, just as long as he’s nice.” you reply to his question taking another bite out of your sandwich.

he nods taking a sip of his drink before asking another question, “I want the specifics. what did and didn’t work. do you like it when I touch you? do you hate hair pulling?”

the questions roll off his tongue, it’s hard to keep track. you can tell he’s been around the block, whereas you’ve barely been in the house let alone allowed to park your car in a man’s garage.

“Lance,” you say, finally stopping him from getting into orgys and sex toys, “I’ve never had sex. I don’t know what I like, but I know I like you.”

he finds himself blushing. he owes Chloe at least twenty bucks for predicting the expectable outcome: that you would fall for each other.

“well then what are we waiting for?” he asks, standing up from his chair. the few customers turn around hearing the legs of the chair scrape against the floor.

you watch him like you used to. with those silly little doe-eyes and follow his lead because even if you wanted to say no, you couldn’t. you dreamt of a moment like this at some point in your life, and you cannot believe it was Lance stroll who’d fuck you in his hotel room.

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you lay against the mattress, his lips press against yours every so often while he takes off his shirt. you study the way his body looks as the black t-shirt comes off his back. you take your index finger and trace the outlines of his abs, the tattoo on his rib cage. there’s so much to see.

“I’ll help you.” he guides your hands to the zipper of his jeans. his hands steadies your shaking ones as you pull on the tiny metal that’s holding all of him together.

the jeans come off, they are in a ball on the floor along side his t-shirt he was once sporting. he’s hesitant to take off your tank top for you, his cold hands are on top of yours while you lift your shirt up over your head.

he licks his bottom lip before pressing them against yours for a brief second, “so beautiful.”

during the kiss he took the chance to unhook your bra, and when he pulls away, the material that was holding your breasts up is ripped off of you exposing your nipples to the cool air of the hotel room.

“lay back, for me.” he says, and you obey. it wasn’t much of a demand, rather than a statement for comfort. he takes the opportunity to spread your legs far apart, feet pressed into the mattress.

the white skirt you’re wearing rides up your thighs, he can see the lacy panties as clear as day, a smirk lifts his lips, “for me? you didn’t have to.” he jokes, but its sincere. he finds it charming you put in the effort to look presentable.

“whatever.” you grumble.

he smiles, hands running up your legs to your thighs. he stops at your hips that currently hold the floral lacy material in place. he’s careful to not tear the material as it trails down your legs before being tossed aside.

he gets off the bed for the gold wrapper on the nightstand. while he’s tugging off his boxers, the realization hits you. you’re about to have sex with the Lance stroll. the man who you once took showers with when you were babies, held you while your parents bickered and fought. this man was more than the perfect guy for the job to take your virginity.

“you just tell me when to stop, okay?”

his thumb grazes your cheek for a brief second before his hand slides down your throat. he’s gentle over your voice box, “I need to hear you, you’ll tell me to stop.”

his chain dangles off his of chest, the dim lights of the room reflect off it, nearly blinding you while he speaks. you feel that pulse once again as you nod, “I’ll tell you.” you try to vocalize your needs, but it’s caught in your throat making you sound raspy and hoarse.

he lets go. allowing that hand to caress your body while the other balances him in between you. his chain hovers over your eyelids, shoulder blades lining up with yours you can feel the heat radiating off of him. your breath is caught in your lungs by the sight of his beauty.

you feel his skin against yours before his tip inside of you. your hips grind together, chests nearly colliding with one another. your back arches into him, a gasp rolls off your tongue, nails digging deep into his skin. he hisses.

the strokes weren’t deep and long at first, rather quick and sporadic to get a feel. you’re tight, and he expected this, but he didn’t expect the challenge to open you up to feel so good.

his head tilts back a bit, a little grunt escaping his lips as he goes deeper into your core. you’re whining under him, absolutely soaking wet under him already.

he’s big, god he’s incredibly big. you’re not why he doesn’t walk around flaunting it, because you’re sure it’s the biggest dick you’ve ever seen and you weren’t even sure he’d fit in you.

you squirm when he goes long, the pain is met with pleasure shortly, a whimper escapes your lips, nails still digging into his back.

his strokes start to pick up again, you can feel the mattress beneath you two begin to shake, the headboard lightly tapping the wall behind you. you’re about a second away from coming when he hits the bundle of nerves that send a rush through your body. a whine slips off your tongue, and suddenly he’s slowing down— pulling out to be exact.

“yeah?” he asks. trying to catch his breath, he takes a long look into your angelic eyes, “let me taste you.” his voice is quiet. picking your legs up over his shoulders, his eyes dazzle with excitement at the thick moisture against your folds.

you shutter, when you feel his wet warm tongue against your skin, it’s a sensation that itches your brain, makes you dizzy, and gets your legs to twitch.

he takes his time wiping up your moisture in every fold before he re-enters your center— this time with his tongue. his name rolls off your lips, he stops for a brief moment before you guide him to continue. your fingers are tugging hard on the strands of his brown hair.

“you taste amazing.” he lifts up sitting on his knees wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, a question in his mind sparks his interest.

“you want to try something?” he asks. curiosity flows through you. what more could he have up his sleeve?

you nod, allowing him to take your hands and lift you off the bed. you’re struggling to stand on your two feet, he helps you onto your knees, eye to eye with his hard cock.

“open your mouth, relax your jaw.” he instructs. you follow his commands, doing as so before taking his cock into your hands, fingers carefully stroke the shaft before your mouth closes around his tip.

the rest of his words get caught in his throat when your tongue swipes his tip. your fingers are beginning to wrap tight around his hard cock. how the hell were you so good at this? he thought to himself.

you may not be experienced enough, but you know just what you’re doing. you’ve read enough smut in your life to know where your hand should be, how your tongue should flick him. you know this will get him to come.

“g-good girl.” he moans.

his head is thrown back in pleasure. he can’t get enough of the feeling of your hand move up and down him, tongue swiping every inch of his cock.

he’s got one hand in your hair, the other is gripping the edge of the nightstand for balance. his knees are weak, he can’t stand it. he gives into the pleasure that he’s holding onto and let’s go. he’s enjoyed every second, every gasp that exits his mouth is a reward to your ego.

your mouth is met with his cum, a soft whimper escapes his lips that ends with a sigh in a relief. you pull away from his body, and when you look up from his cock, your eyes being greeted to his cocky smirk.

“not bad for a first timer.” he says, a light chuckle escapes his lips as he collapses against the mattress. it was finally over.

his arms are extended upward, fingers motioning for you to join him. you get up off the floor, and climb into his arms.

“now what?” you ask, resting your head against his chest. you can hear his heart still rapidly pounding.

it was a question you didn’t want to ask. once this was over, now that you no longer were a virgin, you figured there was no challenge left for him.

“now? we cuddle. next time? I get to teach you how to ride.”

“sounds like a plan.”

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final-script · 8 months

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Same Tastes | LS18

Pairing: Lance Stroll x Reader

Sumary: Apparently, Chloe and Lance Stroll like Australians, who practice Snowboarding.

Warnings: English is not my first language !!!, I know it may look awful, but I hope you like it.

Gif: ellalovesvettel

A/N: This could have a part 2, if you like, just let me know.

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You met Scotty at your first Winter Olympics and practically from that moment I adopt you as his little sister, there was not much age difference between you, but he still did.

During the competition seasons, he let you know that he was there for you at all times and during the practices, he helped you perfect some techniques and you were happy about that since he was one of your role models.

And during the seasons when they weren't competing, at no point did they lose touch.

So much so that in one of the dines of F1 race weeks, taking advantage of the sponsorship invitations, I invite you to attend a GP together, in addition to also being able to introduce yourself to one of his best friends,his brother-in-law and clearly his fiancée , for the first time in person.

You were familiar with F1, so you were excited to attend a Grand Prix and experience it from another area.

(…)

S- Chloe is going to love you.

Y/N- I hope you like him so I can ask how he supports you.

Don't get me wrong, I love him, but I don't consider myself fit to withstand his body's level of inactivity.

S-hey, you love me and you know it!

Y/N- I don't deny it, but you limit my patience!.

(...)

When we entered and some cameras turned to see us, I really thought it was because of Scotty, because well… He was one of the best friends of one of the pilots and brother-in-law of another, shocked when several people said my name.

Very recently I started to have some recognition and let's say that it takes me a little getting used to.

S- the public loves you, I feel jealous!

Y/N- that I can say. Pushing it amicably.

I did sponsorship duties and then Scotty took me to meet his best friend, his brother-in-law and fiancée.

(…)

Meeting Daniel was exactly as I expected.

Just as outrageous and funny, as shown online.

Outrageous but very friendly.

It's time to meet Chloe and because of her exprecion, I have a new adoptive sister or who knows, maybe I'll become the daughter of a marriage.

Ch- Finally!!, a pleasure to meet you, you are very pretty. I must admit that I blushed and thanks to her hug I hid it a little- I'm Chloe!

Y/N- I'm Y/N, nice to meet you too!. Accept the hug.

S- hey, I'm here too!

Ch- I just saw you, plus I must meet the person with whom you spend time away from me and who has not yet accosted you.

Y/N- thank God you mention it, a moment ago I said I would ask you the same thing, how do you stand it??, don't get me wrong, it's genius but… I think that the part of the DNA that contained the iperactivity did not reach me. Laugh.

Scotty wanted to stay serious but couldn't and joined us.

X- it seems that there is a party to which I was not invited.

One of you behind us called our attention, when I turned, I confirmed who I was.

Lance Stroll, Scotty's brother-in-law and Chloe's brother.

I stepped aside to give them space, greeted them both, and then turned to see myself.

L- who do we have here?.

Y/N- I'm Y/N. Shaking his hand.

L- I'm Lance.

S- my little sister in the snow.

L- I think now I understand Scotty's excitement to come today, we have heard many things about you.

Y/N- good things I hope?

S- of course, who do you take me for? Hugging his girl.

L- then, I must forget the part where you tell me, which is not as good as you.

S-hey, it was supposed to be a secret. Chloe and I couldn't stop laughing.

Y/N- between you and me, let him believe it's true.

(...)

Without you noticing, the couple next to you quietly watched your interaction and shared glances, silently planning a clear movement.

(...)

That movement that Scotty and Chloe never talked about in front of you but they thought about it, became a solid relationship, which at the time of the big wedding had a duration of a beautiful 12 months.

A year with one of the best people in the world. With a person who honestly at first I did not believe would work, but thank God I was not like that.

Concentrated on my sports career I had been quite denied in the themes of love, but Lance had made me detach a little from that, but without moving away completely.

The distance from time to time became difficult but for the moment we are being able to bear it.

And let's really hope it stays that way for a long time.

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daydreamingleclerc · 1 year

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private but not secret; lance stroll

lance & his new girlfriend, who just happens to be esteban’s sister, slowly begin to announce their relationship via instagram

includes; slightly suggestive content, a little bit of swearing and some (almost definitely) poorly translated french. this was rushed & super quick but i really felt in my lance feels. i hope u enjoy!

ynocon✔️

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ynocon invite me next time estebanocon

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estebanocon you're gonna have to learn the rules first...

ynocon my way is more fun 🥹

f1fan4325 no way is that y/n's house...

f1lookbook it looks oddly like lance's house...

ynocon it's a hotel room guys! pls calm down😌

lilymhe i know it's just a pic of your legs... but you're so pretty <3

ynocon my wife <3

lancestroll✔️

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lancestroll thinking of swapping out the helmet for the cowboy hat

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ynocon respectfully... don't

lancestroll you're just jealous cause you can't ride horses

ynocon fuck you

ynfan1932 y/n and lance interacting ?!?! what is happening

estiebestie0438 they would be so cute together don't even deny it

scottyjames so that's where my cowboy hat went..

danielricciardo who's a better cowboy? me or you?

lancestroll i don't think you want me to answer that one buddy

ynocon✔️

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ynocon guess who <3

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lancestroll i think it's fernandoalo_official 🧐

ynocon can't be.. fernando's taller xx

lancestroll unbelievably uncalled for...

ynocon yet somehow still true 🤪

ynfan7426 we've been suspecting this for weeks thank GOD you finally confirmed it 😂

ynocon i like to keep you guys on your toes x

estebanocon you're welcome by the way 😌

ynocon mister matchmaker x

chloestroll well aren't you a little dreamboat 😍

ynocon that's all you baby xx

lancestroll✔️

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lancestroll 🤍🕯️

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ynocon always making me laugh 24/7 it's embarrassing

lancestroll don't start misbehaving now

ynocon why not...? i thought you liked that 😈

lanceandynfan yn getting horny in lance's comments will never not be funny

estebanocon it's not funny when you're her older brother.

danielricciardo god this is so disgusting

lancestroll stay jealous x

ynocon always room for one more daniel xx

ynocon✔️

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ynocon happy birthday baby. je vous aimé <3

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scottyjames no photo credits?

ynocon you don't deserve them scotty x

lancestroll je t'aime tellement <3

ynocon l'amour de ma vie <3

estebanocon c'est dégoûtant, prends une chambré

ynocon piss off.

ynandlance6743 you guys are so cute!

chloestroll yn you're my favourite woman on the planet

ynocon likewise, chlo xx

lilymhe how have you been together almost six months already..

ynocon i'm clueless

lancestroll✔️ and ynocon✔️

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lancestroll breaks with you are my favourite breaks to take. happy anniversary, my love.

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lancefan4739 she's 100% only with him for the money 🤣

ynocon i make double what you make in six months in two weeks. but sure, buddy. whatever helps you sleep at night.

danielricciardo lance. you've officially been punching over your weight for a year now, buddy. congrats!

scottyjames someones bitter..

danielricciardo i'm not even gonna start talking about you..

estebanocon see. my meddling worked🧐

ynandlance4321 meddling?

estebanocon lance said he liked my sister and when she came to a race i told her to ask him out because he was too scared to do it... and now we're here 😆😆

lancestroll i'm so glad everybody knows that story now..

ynocon happy anniversary to us, baby. love you always <3

lancestroll even more than you love daniel?

ynocon always <3

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sugakookie78 · 7 months

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Ice Skating (Instagram AU)

Pairing: Lance Stroll x Reader

All pictures are from Instagram, Pinterest, or Tumblr

@/Y/N.Y/L From F1 to hockey

Tagged @/lance_stroll

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lance_stroll <3

Y/N.Y/L <3

yourfriend Where did you get the jaket in the second pic?

Y/N.Y/L I'll send you the link once I find it

yourfriend Thank you!

@/lance_stroll Canadian Break ❄️

Tagged @/Y/N.Y/L

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Y/N.Y/L Thank you, love <3

lance_stroll Anytime, darling. I love you <3

user1 This is my dream date

estebanocon You two are too cute. I hate it.

lance_stroll Don't lie... You love us

estebanocon Maybe...

@/Y/N.Y/L We (Lance) only fell once...

Tagged @/lance_stroll

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lance_stroll Hey! Don't call me out...

Y/N.Y/L But it's true... So...

lance_stroll rude

Y/N.Y/L :) <3

user1 They are adorable!

mickschumacher Can you teach me to ice skate?

Y/N.Y/L Sure, Mick. We'll have to plan a time

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whosraee · 9 months

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for the first time again | ls18

summary: in which, lance stroll reunites his childhood crush for the first time again.

w/c: 1k

pairing: lance stroll x reader

lance drove through the small part of montreal he used to live in he looked around and took in the scenery and breathed in the cold crispy air of a saturday morning the time where usually he is in another country waking up in a hotel room and prepares for a race but during the holiday he doesn’t get to worry about it, and he likes it that way.

the further he got into town the more it looked the same like time stood still, the deli shop he would always go to after school, the shops and playgrounds everything.. it was all the same. he finds himself smiling whilst driving as the old pleasant memories come flooding back in, the ones he held close to his heart and he couldn’t think about without tearing up.

he came back a new man, as someone who is travels around the world frequently he comes back to montreal once in a while to reconnect whatever he lost during his racing days piece by piece.

lance was excited when he entered a street he recognizes, those houses..the memories came back like flowing water. it didn’t take him long to reach the his old house everything was quiet not like how it was before, he got out of the car his heels collided with the gritty pavement and clicks satisfyingly as he walked to the entrance, “no one lives there!” a voice exclaimed in the distance lance squinted his eyes to see a girl..a very beautiful girl who’s features looks familiar to him but he couldn’t place his fingers on where he saw her then it clicked..she was his neighbor, his bestfriend.

he smiled and his hearts start to pound “it’s you…” he asked whilst walking towards her, he watched as she frozed and her facial expressions changed “yes…it’s me!” she flashed him a smile and ran to hug him as they both embraced eachother tightly lance felt like his world stopped for a moment as he held her, he could feel her heartbeat against his chest her soft body next to his, accompanied by her floral scent that penetrates his nostrils..she felt like home.

“it’s been so long..look at you! you’ve done it..” she pulled away and studied his face, many people say he has changed a lot but in her eyes he was the same old lance she remembered..the same old lance whom braided her hair and held her as she cried. he was everything she needed and was so glad he’s back..“and you still remembered me..” she spoke trying not to tear up he watches her intently and smiles not wanting to ever let her go as he carasses her cheeks with his thumb…she was everything he needed he truly cared about her and he would do anything to see her again but now he doesn’t need to do anything cause she’s right here in his grasp and he doesn’t want to let go..he pulled her back in for another hug he could hear her giggling, “what’s so funny” smiling, he pulled away again “nothing” she gave him a toothy smile and signaled that they both go inside.

——— ౨ৎ ———

the warm embrace when he stepped into her house was special..he’s been inside multiple times but it feels nicer after so long. he looked around and they both stayed there in awkward yet comforting silence and enjoying each others presence, “would you like food…or anything to drink?” she spoke up whilst taking cookies out of the oven and placing them on the kitchen table. “a cup of tea would be great” he smiles, eyes following her as she moved around the kitchen.

they both took a seat and started making awkward small talks until lance decided he had enough..he wanted to confess now. the same feelings he held inside him for the last 15 years he want it off his shoulders “y/n…I have something to say” he uttered whilst fidgeting with his fingers and looking into her eyes as he itched the back of his neck awkwardly. the air felt thick and it feel like he could feel every breath he took as she nods and puts her cup down and looks back at him, making eye contact that is strong enough to make the both of them look away but she maintains it. “mhm go ahead”

he took a deep breath and announced, “I’ve loved you ever since I’ve know you…I love the way you would put yourself out there for everyone and you were always so kind not just to me but to everyone, I love how lively you are and how-” he stopped for abit and got up and kneeled in-front of her “how sweet and caring and-..please y/n i can’t hold it in anymore. I think about you constantly i don’t want to leave you here...I need you.” he looks up and see her covering her mouth and her eyes glistens with tears “i-i love you too lance” tears rolling off her cheeks as she took his hands and stood up also making him stand up on his two feet.

she leans in kissed him passionately, she closed her and took in the moment before pulling away. “I’ve been feeling the same frustrating way ever since you left…life became more and more gray lance…take me back to the night we met. I want to relive it all..” she placed her head on his chest as he caresses her hair and hums in agreement.

neither of them wanted it to end, as they held eachother tightly. she could feel him smile against her lips as he carasses her back. It felt like the earth stopped spinning and time stopped moving, he could feel everything happening around him..her soft breathing the same floral scent now stronger and probably as rubbed off her and on to his by now, his fingers gently caressing her soft skin and her warm touch on his body made him go feral. his mind racing and his heart pounding just like the moment he saw her for the first time again.

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daisybianca · 9 months

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i love ur blog!!! you’re such a great writer and every time i see you’ve posted i’m so happy!! have a wonderful day love🩵

pairing: lance stroll x femalereader

summary: you distract your boyfriend--in a very nice way--because he's getting rid of his sexy beard.

warnings: mostly fluff, sexual actions, slight angst

(a/n): I had just woken up, and this made me smile so wideeee <3 thank y'all. it feels like I've found a second family here. love you lots, guys 💗

"COME ON, angel, you know I have to." Lance teased, his voice muffled from the bathroom door.

But sadly, it was true.

Lance had a race day coming up, and he needed a clean face, which unfortunately meant that he had to shave off his beard.

Walking into the bathroom, you looked at your very shirtless boyfriend and jumped onto the sink counter. Your legs hand off the counter, swinging, playfully kicking your boyfriend’s butt when he would turn around.

"One more day?" You bargained, wiggling on top of the sink counter.

"You said that last time."

“I know,” you said simply before continuing. “But didn’t you have so much fun last time.” you sang while opening your legs so Lance could step between them.

“You know what?”

“What?” You breathed out, the desire for the man in front of you was increasing rapidly.

“I think you need to refresh my memory.” Large hands slid up and down your bare thighs, slipping underneath your sleeping shorts. He trailed soft kisses down your neck, his beard tickling the spot there.

“Oh yeah?”

“Yeah. I think you do.” His fingertips gripped your thighs, raising them to wrap around his waist. Once your legs were secure, his incredibly big hands cupped your ass and carried you to your shared bedroom.

“But only to refresh my memory, right?” He asked before connecting his lips with yours.

“Of course, baby. Why else would I want to do this?” You teased with a giggle.

“Hmm,” His head nodded as his lips kissed all over your exposed neck.

He tugged on his shirt you were wearing, signaling for you to take it off so you do. You breathed out moans when wet kisses were placed all over your breasts and you whined when suddenly it all stopped.

“Wait, What? Did you seriously just ask that?”

You burst out laughing, your head thrown back, your smile was wide while Lance's lips were shaped in a playful frown. He carried you to the bedroom while you were still laughing. Dropping you on top of the mattress, your laugh was loud and real.

“I thought you loved me?” He asked with a fake pout.

“No, wait! I do!”

“But, that’s not what you said!” Your boyfriend said stubbornly as he got off the bed and headed to the bathroom.

“Babe!” You whined as you let out a long sigh. Sexually frustrated, you laid on the undone bed and abandoned your shirt on the floor.

“Nah,” he said from the bathroom.

“Lance,” you whined rolling over, so you were on your tummy, and you had a clear view of him in the bathroom. His pajama pants hang low on his hips, the deep dip in his lower back made his bubble butt look huge.

You waited for his response but only heard the sink running and his movements around the bathroom in return. The automatic razor was turned on and you knew there’s no going back.

You had postponed this long enough.

You pushed yourself up off the bed and walked to look at your boyfiend with a playful pout. You huffed loudly when he paid no mind to you.

The huff made his lips curl into a very small smile until it was masked with no emotion, and his full attention was turned on shaving.

He trimmed his beard so the straight razor could get the short hairs left over. The smell of his shaving cream flooded your nose.

You were going to miss his beard, but you had to look at the bright side. Lance looked good both ways. Standing up on your feet and walking to the bathroom, his eyes followed you until you were standing it front of him. His beard was trimmed now, a lot shorter than before, like a stubble.

“Can I help?” You asked, leaning against the bathroom wall.

A small pout was placed on your lips, and your innocent eyes made it hard for Lance to even consider saying no.

“Sure, angel.” He nodded as his tried to pass you the straight blade, but you dodged his offer.

You strolled toward him til your chests almost touched. Your hands pushed his chest back, forcing him to take a couple of steps back. “Baby, what are you doing?”

“Nothing.”

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cartierre · 5 months

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LOVE STORIES | ls18

SOCIAL MEDIA!AU lance stroll x fem!reader

side note: simple, but cute :) side note pt2: haven't done a lance smau in so long, where are my lance girlies at?

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yourusername nyc girlies 🗽

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user1 definition of tacky trying to be classy

user2 okay sad beige babe

user3 jenny humphrey trying to be blair waldorf

lance_stroll i miss you ⤷ yourusername not as much as i miss uuuu ⤷ user4 not as much as you miss his money*

user5 how to embarrass yourself 101 by y/n y/l/n

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f1wag Y/N Y/L/N arriving at the paddock for the first qualifying of the season at the Bahrain GP, 03/04/23

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user6 she is so basic it's insane

user7 admittedly, not her best fit

user8 it's giving absolutely nothing

user9 how come you're rich and don't know how to dress properly

user10 hopefully her fit for the race will serve more than this

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yourusername bahrain dump

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user11 girl stronger than me, i would've disabled the comments long ago

user12 she's insufferable and annoying

user13 okay we get it, you're "in love"

lance_stroll ❤️ ⤷ yourusername 💚

user14 when your boyfriend is your only personality trait

user15 boring girl dates boring boy

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lance_stroll i want to write love stories about us

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lxndonorris · 3 months

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cozy - Lance Stroll

Y/N x Lance Stroll Theme: Smutish, light touching you spend the day cuddling with Lance x word count: 1260+ taglist: @game-set-canet open for requests :)

As the soft glow of the bedside lamp casts a warm ambiance in the room, you and your boyfriend, Lance, find yourselves lost in the blissful cocoon of your shared intimacy. The comforting embrace of the bed seems to cradle you, and you can't help but lean your head against his chest, savoring the soothing rhythm of his heaving chest with every breath he takes.

Wrapped in the tranquil silence, he holds you close, and the world outside your haven fades away. There is an unspoken language in the way your bodies intertwine, creating a sanctuary of intimacy that words could not capture. His arms around you feel like a shield, protecting you both from the uncertainties beyond the bedroom walls.

However, as time passes, a subtle chill begins to permeate the air. Sensing your discomfort, Lance breaks your embrace with a tender smile and reaches for his hoodie.

In one swift moment, he takes it off, revealing another, thinner shirt underneath. "Here." He smiles softly and hands you the hoodie.

The fabric is soft and oversized, enveloping you in a cocoon of warmth as you gratefully accept his offering. It carries the comforting scent of him, a familiar blend that instantly makes you feel at home.

"Thank you," Blushing slightly, you enjoy how its fabric glides across your skin.

With the borrowed garment hugging you, a few sizes too big but perfectly cozy, you resume your cuddle. His gentle caresses trace patterns on your back, a rhythmic dance that mirrors the beating of your hearts.

You rest your hand on his chest, relishing the warmth and subtle rise and fall beneath your touch.

In that shared place, where the world is reduced to the proximity of your intertwined bodies, Lance leans down to kiss your forehead.

As you continue to bask in each other's presence, you express your anticipation with a gentle smile: "I can't wait to see you racing again."

You lift your head when his eyes soften and a subtle warmth of gratitude illuminates his gaze.

"I will do my best to get on the podium again," he promises, a commitment that resonates with the passion he holds for racing.

"I know, Lance." You smile, lean in, and kiss him softly. He embraces your lips on his own, and his stubble tickles.

As your hand continues to traverse his chest, you cannot help but smile again.

"I cannot wait to see you in that beautiful green suit again." You giggle as his body reacts to your gentle touch.

A playful spark flickers in his eyes, and he teases you with a raised eyebrow and a mischievous smile.

"Why is that?" Lance shakes his head slowly, his voice carrying a mixture of curiosity and enticement.

Leaning in closer, your lips just inches away from his, you bite your lower lip, holding back another giggle.

"You just look so good, babé." You say, kissing him in between words, making him smile so brightly.

He knew the answer already, but it makes him feel better hearing you say that. His arms wrap around you, pulling you in a little closer.

"You know we've got the fitting soon." Lance growls deeply, tilting his head slightly while still looking right into your eyes. His eyes are shimmering in the dim light, drawing you in closer, and you couldn't pull away even if you tried.

A playful glint dances in his eyes as he shares his plans: "I'll make sure to take plenty of pictures." He lifts his chin slightly and narrows his eyes as his hands run up and down your back.

"Especially in my fireproofs." His words carry a teasing undertone, and a warm smile tugs at the corner of his mouth. "I know you'll love that."

The idea of capturing those intimate moments, even in the context of a fitting, adds a new layer to your conversation. You always love seeing him in those tights, flattering his athletic physique. Especially those white ones are your weakness, and he is fully aware of the power he has over you.

Remembering the first time you saw him gives you goosebumps.

It was a few months into your relationship when he invited you to a race weekend. You had seen pictures of him, videos, and interviews, but it was nothing compared to the real thing. When he finally emerged in his racing suit, a wave of admiration washed over you. The sleek fabric clung to his body in all the right places, clinging to the contours of his athletic form.

You couldn't help but marvel at how good he looked—a vision of strength and determination. The suit not only encapsulated the essence of his sport but also added a touch of allure that made your heart race.

The fireproofs beneath the racing suit further emphasized his athletic build, creating a silhouette that exuded confidence and power. As he stood before you, ready for the upcoming race, you felt a surge of pride and admiration for him. With a swagger in his step, he approached you, hugged you, and kissed you. Since that day, he knew how much you loved him in that gear.

"You know me too well." With a sly grin, you intensify your gentle strokes across his chest, feeling his muscles, his pecs, and his abs tense slightly at every move of your fingers.

Carefully, you let your hand linger on his tummy, stroking him for a few moments before you trace his treasure trail further down his body to his crotch.

Lance leans forward, resting his head against yours with a soft smile.

As you stroke him, he starts to purr contently, embracing you in an even tighter hug.

Your hand runs up and down his thighs teasingly, while he places kisses on your forehead, your nose, and right on your lips.

"Lance, your beard is tickling me." You pretend to pull away, a giggle escaping your lips, but he persists, the teasing twinkle in his eyes growing more pronounced.

The two of you get more into the moment, and you feel his excitement growing against the palm of your hand. Once you intensify your strokes, he lets out a soft yet guttural moan, resting his head against the pillow underneath the two of you.

"Mhmm." He growls deeply, and while you keep on stroking him, you find yourself drawn to the details of his features. Your fingers trace the delicate path along his jawline, reveling in the subtle texture of his beard; it feels fluffly and soft, and you're glad he is growing a beard again.

"This looks so good on you." You express your admiration for his beard, as it has grown on you as much as it has grown on him.

"Thank you," Lance smiles, a blend of contentment and appreciation, as your fingers continue their exploration.

Now, you let go of him and run both of your hands across his firm chest—his training is paying off—before they slide underneath his shirt. Lance keeps working out in preparation for the season, as he must be physically and mentally ready for that many races, some under volatile conditions.

You're seeking the warmth of his skin; the touch of his soft skin beneath your fingertips sends a shiver of intimacy through you. As you wrap your arms around him in an intimate hug, Lance reciporates, embracing you fully.

His chest presses against yours, his arms hold you close, and he proceeds to kiss you again and again, so softly and lovingly.

Lance is humming quietly, taking many deep breaths, while you close your eyes, enjoying this moment.

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norrisleclercf1 · 9 months

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thatsdemko · 9 months

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something blue - l.stroll

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requested: n

pairings: Lance stroll x bridesmaid!reader

warnings: not intended for minors + some teasing here and there

a/n: look at me finally finishing this fic!

“you’ll really like him! I promise you times have changed he’s super nice now.” Chloe’s on your tail, begging you to do her a favor. she claims it to be a bridesmaid duty suited perfectly for you.

that’s right, she wants you to be lances date.

Lance stroll and you did not have a nice history. he picked on you during your childhood and was mainly the reasons for your own beauty insecurities. you tried everything possible to erase that man from your life.

“that doesn’t excuse the fact that he called me fat when we were twelve.” you narrow your eyes on her when you finally whip around. you watch her eyes close, she nods in agreement muttering it was unacceptable of him to not understand the female body at pre-teen years.

“I promise you,” she takes your hands in hers, “if you want to back out you can, but its only for rehearsal and the wedding. after that? you can go back to hating each other.”

you sigh. over her shoulder is Scotty begging and pleading you with his hands and mouthing the words “please please” repeatedly until you finally give in.

“he owes me more than just paddock passes.”

“yes thank you! whatever you want, I will make sure you get it.”

what you really want is to never see or speak to Lance stroll ever again.

—

Lance places a hand on the chair you’re about to pull out. he looks up into your eyes, you’re practically unrecognizable to him, “oh this seat is taken.” he sends a small apologetic look that makes you roll your eyes and want to take the butter knife beside him and stab your eyes.

“god Chloe is so wrong about you, you haven’t changed one bit.” you slide into the chair beside him and purposefully push your chair closer to Daniels.

his expression changes when he finally connects the dots. high school you and you now, are two different people. you were unrecognizable and it wasn’t because of the makeup, you’d certainly changed since the last time you’d seen Lance stroll.

it had to have been during his karting days. that was probably the final time he saw you. you wore an oversized t-shirt and leggings for the warm weather of Monaco. back then you had braces and religiously wore your hair up in ponytails. it was no wonder he had all of the slightest clue.

“I’m sorry, you just look different,” he pauses gesturing to your hair, the tight midi dress that hugged your curves and breasts, “I’ve never seen you like this before. you look amazing.”

you’re not sure how to take the compliment. for the first time it wasn’t backhanded or his father, Lawrence, forcing him to be kind. this time for once, Lance seemed to genuinely give a thought about his words. so maybe that had changed.

“you look good yourself.” you comment on the blue crisp suit he’s sporting. the jacket snug around his broad shoulders, and the pants just cut above his ankle bone.

he catches your eyes grazing up his body. you can’t help but check him out, your weakness was a man in a good suit and you know a good looking man in one when you see it.

“how come you never looked at me like this before?” he whispers, but it comes out louder than he expects. he blames the music and the constant chatter for his need to scream over the music.

“because you were an asshole, Lance.” you remind him of your childhood. how he’d shut down any opportunity to sit beside you or even have to share twenty minutes alone with you. he missed those chances to really know who you were.

“an asshole? what did I do?” he sits upward, a twist in his stomach that doesn’t settle in him. he reached his hand out against your knee, “y/n, I’m so sorry. whatever I did, I apologize.”

you nod, accepting his apology. you realize it’s ridiculous to hold on to a decades long grudge. if Chloe is truly right he’s changed, you’re willing to let go. you can move on from it.

“so you want more than paddock passes? what can I get you?”

“right now? a cocktail would be lovely.” you hold up your empty wine glass. he stands right up from his seat and is off towards the open bar leaving you alone at the table.

scotty plops down into lances chair, a giddy smile on his face that seemingly can’t be wiped away begs for details on your conversation.

“shouldn’t you be with your fiancée?”

he lets out a puff of air waving his hand in the air dismissing your concern, “come on, tell me, I saw you checking him out.” he playful presses his hands against your arm giving you a little shove, “he’s into you, I can tell.”

it’s your turn to let out a puff of air and shake your head. Scotty can you read just like Chloe can, it’s an ability of his he’s picked up, and he knows right now you’re flustered, but you may have some feelings for Lance coming through.

“I’m rooting for this. go get ‘em.” Scotty gets out of lances chair, he kindly pushes Lance inward toward the table and is whisked off by a family member asking for a photo. he glances over his shoulder to send you a wink that, luckily, goes unnoticed by Lance.

“can you believe tomorrow is the wedding?” you look over at lance. you hadn’t heard much from the grooms side about the wedding, you’d only paid attention to Chloe’s needs and wishes, but you’re sure things were much more calm on the other end.

“it seems like just yesterday Daniel was introducing Scotty to Chloe.” he leans back into his chair, his eyes glance over at you for a second, and he takes the chance to very obviously scan you up and down. he notices how your dress clings to your curves and hips, he likes how they dip right before your pelvis line. he could see his fingers easily tracing the outline of your body.

“Lance, stop eye fucking me.”

his cheeks flush red as he takes a sip of the red wine in his glass, “it’s hard not to, you’re beautiful.”

you roll your eyes. you remember he was the same guy who made fun of your stomach when you were pre-teens. what was his obsession with thick thighs and beautiful curves now? maybe a change of heart? you’re hoping it’s that, because you can’t help but acknowledge the pulsating rhythm in your center.

you look over into his beautiful chocolate brown eyes, his fingers are rubbing over the rim of the wine glass that’s now empty. he takes the opportunity first to break the rather uncomfortable silenced you’d fallen into, “so what did you hate about me when we were kids?”

you can’t help but chuckle, it just was a response you couldn’t help before you finally tell him, “you were a prick and might I add annoying.”

he places a hand over his heart, “a prick?! you were little miss tattle-tail! I couldn’t do anything without getting in trouble.”

it’s your turn for your cheeks to flush red. you spent most of your childhood mad at Lance for how he treated you that you took up tattling his bad behavior to his parents. you’re not proud of it, but he needed to be put into check more often than not.

“yeah I’m not proud of that, I’m sorry.”

“all is forgiven, I needed it anyway. you kept me in check all summer.”

“maybe that’s why Chloe hired me as your date, to keep you in check during the wedding.” you send him a wink that makes him throw his head back. you get a peak of his chain that’s tucked well under his dress shirt, you can make out the silver ridges.

“with you around, I’ll be misbehaving. I’ll need a good punishment.” he licks his bottom lips, his eyebrows lift upwards before settling back into their place. you know exactly what’s on his mind, you know the punishment well before you can speak it.

“I’ll try my best.” your shaky hands reach for your wine glass and do your best to show you’re grounded, but the throbbing and butterflies in your pussy sure are there to remind you otherwise.

—

the knock on the closed wood door is followed by the familiar voice of last night, “it’s just me, Lance! can I come in?” he calls from behind the door.

one of the other bridesmaids rushes up from her spot on the couch and is quick to open the door slowly before allowing Lance all the way inside. “tight security you run around here.” he jokes making Chloe roll her eyes.

you watch Lance move across the room from where you’re seated, and if you’re being totally honest so does about half the other bridesmaids. you can’t help but feel a little jealous watching some of them nearly fan themselves over his beauty.

“you look beautiful, we should go take pictures.” Lance gestures to the other end of the room where multiple camera men are situated. they haven’t stopped taking pictures since she stepped in her dress, and you can’t blame them. Chloe looks stunning.

“when did Lance get hot?” one of them asks in a hushed voice, she’s practically undressing him with her eyes, and you’re sure Lance noticed by the way he turns his back towards the group of you all.

but he takes another glance over his shoulder.

his eyes land on you, a wink sent your way that had all the other girls fighting for his attention. you knew the wink wasn’t for them, it was for you. while he made it his mission to see Chloe, his eyes did take the chance to scan you in the beautiful caramel colored dress. he can’t wait for that dress to be on the floor of his hotel room.

chloe comes over to the couch, she takes your hands in here and guides you up off of the cushions, “come on my dad will love it if we have a picture of all of us!” she leads you to where the cameras are, and situates you beside lance. his arm carefully wraps around your lower half, hand gripping your hip, his thumb caresses the dips he was eyeing all last night.

you just smile. you can feel the butterflies and warmth fill your chest as his hand lingers behind your, fingers tapping along your backend. if it wasn’t for such a crowded space you would’ve taken Lance there, but you know he wants that punishment. he’s doing all he can to rile you up.

“beautiful!” chloe claps her hands together before running over to the cameras to look at the pictures, “you guys look so cute together! if anything ever happens you have to thank Scotty and I.”

—

“blue is your color.”

“what are you doing in here?” you whip around, arms covering your exposed breasts. you’d barely gotten the dress to zip leaving the top part of your chest exposed.

“turn around,” he gestures and you hesitantly do so. he moves your hair out of the way and carefully zips the rest of your dress up. you feel your breath caught in your lungs, he’s got one hand on your hip, the other rested against your back. you can feel his hot breath against your neck, chills are constantly running down your spine.

“did I ever tell you, how beautiful you looked tonight?”

you shake your head. looking up at him in the mirror, your eyes catch each others. his hand that’s rested against your hip moves across your stomach, his fingers pull up the tight material of your dress to reveal the lacy panties, “every part of you,” he whispers down your neck, his lips dangerously close, “is fucking beautiful.”

your body leans backwards against his. you can feel his hardness against your butt. your head leans back against his shoulder, lips press a soft tender kiss against his jawline, “please,” you whisper a beg that has him letting go of your body. he moves across the room to lock the bathroom door, it’s just you two now.

“what do you want from me? vocalize it.”

the words get stuck in your throat. your left staring at Lance bug eyed while his fingers work underneath your panties. his finger gently runs across your folds, he picks up on the moisture making him chuckle, “who’s all this for?” he whispers in your ear, his breath once again sending a wave of chills down your spine.

“you.” you breathe out feeling your knees weaken at his touch, your body collapses against his chest. once again, you feel his hardness against your backend.

his finger slips inside your entrance, a throaty whine exits your lips that he covers with his hand, “quiet.” he hisses. his finger is long, taking deep strokes you can feel him in your center.

he adds another finger stretching you out. another whine comes from your lips that is masked by lances hand.

“I think the devil sent you as my punishment. there’s no reason for you to walk around like you are.” he pulls his fingers out, pushing your body against the edge of the sink. your fingers are gripping the surface, basically white knuckled waiting for him to unzip his pants.

his palms rest against your ass cheeks giving them a squeeze, you’re not sure when it happened but you noticed you were bare. he had ripped your panties right off from underneath you.

“fuck you,” you mutter to yourself. you feel his tip before all of him inside of you. his fingernails are dug into the skin of your ass, he moves slow, you can feel those same fingers move to grip your hips, he’s guiding your body while his strokes become more sporadic and wild.

you can feel the tears brim your eyes, vision of your white knuckles become a blur while he rams into your clit more than a couple of times earning choked moans. he finds it sexy that you can’t hold it in, he goes in again just to hear that sweet sound one more time.

“fuck, you kill me.” he pulls out, and you can hear him zipping up his pants. he helps you stand up straight, a devilish smile on his lips you want to kiss right off his mouth.

you adjust the blue silk against your body, your panties were discarded on the floor, and no longer needed. you were ready to toss them in the trash when you turn around to Lance, you remove his handkerchief from the pocket of his jacket and replace your lace with it, “now you have your something blue.”

“you kill me just like you did then and now.”

a smirk forms against your lips before you press a kiss to his cheek, “come on, lancey I want to dance.”

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