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ablaze | ln

the one where your boyfriend doesn’t pay attention to you.

lando norris x fem!reader

word count: ~0.9k

warnings: pwp (MDNI), oral (m receiving), orgasm denial, edging, overstimulation, slight dacryphilia, p in v, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it)

note: based on this request. kind of short and not proofread cause i’ve been sick all week! also the paragraphs in italics are meant to be a flashback? or whatever you want to call it

the whole apartment was dead silent; that was, without taking into account the loud pants that came from your boyfriend’s lips.

one of his hands was softly cradling the back of your head as you were on your knees before him, right between his thighs. your legs were sore, lips puffy and numb from how long you had been sucking him off.

and it was cruel, when you felt him twitching inside your mouth and a soft “fuck” coming from his lips reached your ears and you immediately stopped.

a shaky sigh left his lips when you rested your cheek on his thigh and his hand let go of your head, his eyes closing at the realization that you were denying him. again.

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“give me one minute,” he softly whispered into your ear.

“you said that five minutes ago, lando,” you groaned, your face hiding in the crook of his neck. maybe a few kisses would convince him to turn his game off and give you all his attention.

but of course, he was too focused on not dying, he barely even reacted.

he clicked his tongue when you insisted and nibbled on his skin, “let me finish this one game, baby.”

you sighed at his words and climbed off his lap after murmuring a soft “okay” before disappearing into the kitchen.

what you expected to be no more than fifteen minutes, however, turned into two hours. normally, the giggles and screams coming from his gaming room as he played with his friends wouldn’t have upset you in the slightest; but this time, when you were so needy and he was so unbothered, you couldn’t help but feel annoyed.

so when he was finally done and called you, you decided he wouldn’t have his way that easily.

୨୧

“you alright?” you asked, looking up at him from where you were still between his legs, his chest heaving and a few tears rolling down his cheeks. you almost felt bad.

“s’too much,” he mumbled.

“want me to stop?” your voice was now sweet, gentle, as the tip of your fingers traced little circles on the bare skin of his thighs, soothingly.

“no,” he quickly answered, making your smirk grow wider. despite of his plea, you stood up with a last kiss to his tip.

he looked at you as you climbed onto his lap again, your legs straddling his thighs as his shaky hands quickly reached for your hips and pulled you down on him.

“why are you stopping?” he whined, his voice trembling and still teary-eyed.

“i’m not,” you whispered, grinding your hips down on his cock, making his eyes close and his head to be thrown back into the headrest of his chair.

another tear fell down his cheek accompanied with a shaky sigh; and fuck, he looked so cute like that you swore you could’ve come yourself just from the sight of him completely spent before you.

your hands rested on his neck as you attacked his lips, rocking your hips back and forth at a slow pace just to keep him on the edge.

“need to be inside you,” he uttered in between kisses, fingers squeezing your waist.

“need to?” your tone was mocking, a light chuckle leaving your lips.

“please, fuck,” he insisted, with a thin voice that almost makes you melt. and you couldn’t wait anymore, hence why your hand slid under your — his— shirt. luckily, you were just wearing your underwear, which you easily pulled to the side.

a long, breathy moan left his lips when you slowly sank down on him, hands gripping your thighs.

“feels so good, baby,” he groaned as you started rocking your hips, slowly picking up the pace of your movements.

he leaned back, hips jutting up to meet yours; your walls clenching at how full you felt. and it was a matter of seconds until he was a whiny mess under you, fingertips bruising your skin as a string of courses left his lips.

your eyes fixed on his fucked out expression when his dick twitched inside you, soon paintings your walls white.

he was breathless, looked so out of it you almost stop; but he hissed as you slowed down and held you tight against him, hands trying to guide your movements and keep you going.

his whimpers filled your ears as you slowly fucked yourself on his cock, his face hiding in the crook of your neck. his fingers found your clit, fingertips lazily rubbing the sensitive nub and soon your pussy was clenching, earning a low groan from him as you came around him.

you cupped your boyfriend’s cheek with your hand once you had caught your breath, gently pulling his head back to look at him. at the sight of the remaining tears on his face, you softly chuckled before pressing a soft kiss to the corner of his lips.

“everything good?” you mumbled, noticing how his eyes were closed once more.

he hummed, “never felt better,” a lazy smile painted his lips now. “think i should start ignoring you more often.”

at his last sentence you simply rolled your eyes, arms wrapping around his body and leaning into him again, cuddling until both of you had enough energy to drag yourselves to your shared bedroom.

the alchemy | ln

where’s the trophy? he just comes running over to me.

lando norris x gender-neutral!reader

word count: ~0.9k

warnings: fluff, friends to lovers, sexual innuendo at the end

note: i had two similar requests in my inbox (one & two) so two birds, one stone! the first one it’s been sitting on my inbox for a couple of weeks now and it was one of the first things i thought of after processing the race. i love writing taylor inspired things so thank you for sending these <3

also! i know i’ve never celebrated milestones but we’re close to 1k and i was wondering if you guys would like for me to do a little celebration or something like that. if you have any ideas of what you’d like to see then maybe send then to me cause i’m so bad at these things :( much love, n

“lando norris wins for the first time in formula one. it’s victory in miami, for norris and mclaren!”

the words kept ringing in your ears as you ran down the pitlane, a sea of papaya around you. you had been holding your breath for the last thirty minutes; the uncertainty of what the outcome would be had you anxiously bouncing your leg from where you were sitting in the mclaren garage.

it wasn’t unusual for you to attend races; after all, lando had been your friend for some time now, and he liked to have you around. however, it was quite the sight, seeing him finally cross the finish line first.

one for the history books.

you watched as he took his helmet off, carefully placing it on the floor before running to where his team was, only a few meters away from you. your smile grew wider as you saw him jumping into them, the mechanics patting his back in excitement before lifting him in the air. you were mesmerized by the sight of him, he was glowing; the smile on his lips brighter than ever. few hugs and words of praised were exchanged until he finally found you in the crowd.

as you watched him walk over to you, eyes sparkling and most charming smile you had ever lied your eyes on, you couldn’t help but think about how lucky you were. not just to be there, but to have him.

“where’s the trophy? he just comes running over to me.”

you opened your arms to welcome him into an embrace, but he had other plans in mind. it all happened so fast, his hands cupping your cheeks before his lips crashed into yours, your heart skipped a beat as all the cameras flashed around you. but before you could even process what had happened, he pulled away.

“fuck. sorry, the adrenaline,” he chuckled nervously, his gaze fixed on yours nevertheless as his hands dropped from where he was holding your face.

“i’m proud of you,” you brushed it off immediately, giving him a smile and wiping the proud tears that still rolled down your cheeks. “you deserve this.”

he smiled and nodded before walking to his post-race interview, leaving you hot-faced and with a knot forming in your stomach.

you watched the celebrations from afar, letting him enjoy his moment; and most importantly, not wanting to get drenched in champagne. everyone chanted his name and your eyes followed him everywhere, but you couldn’t get that kiss out of your mind.

maybe it was a little silly, he had said it was just the adrenaline. but it wasn’t a secret to any of you that lando used to have a crush on you when you first met; perhaps that spot in his heart was still yours.

but the butterflies in your stomach started fluttering again when you saw him taking his trophy in his arms before making his way to you once the celebrations were over.

silence settled between the both of you as you made your way back to his driver’s room. it wasn’t uncomfortable, it never was with him; and the smiles in both your faces said enough.

“i’m sorry for that,” he said right after the door closed behind you. “i don’t know why i did it, i was too high in adrenaline and…”

“lando,” you tried to cut him off, miserably failing as he kept talking over you.

“i wasn’t really thinking, i hope you’re not mad at me and it doesn’t change anything between us, i would hate to…”

“lando,” you took a step closer to him, one of your hands reaching to cup his cheek, but it didn’t seem to calm his nerves.

“lose you over it, you’re one of my best friends and…” you sighed, he was completely ignoring you as he kept rambling.

not wanting to hear anymore of that, you decided to act on it instead; he wasn’t gonna listen to you, anyway.

your hand slipped to the back of his head and you pulled him closer to you, your lips meetings for the second time as he finally stopped talking.

he felt his heart racing, and he swore you could even hear it. he pulled away only a few seconds later, looking at you perplexed.

“what was that?” he sounded breathless.

“i don’t know,” your cheeks felt hot again, maybe he did mean it when he said it only was the adrenaline. “but it feels right.”

at your words he smiled and sealed the gap between your mouths, this time daring to slip his tongue between your lips, deepening the kiss as he wrapped his arms around your waist.

“took you long enough to realize,” he whispered in between kisses, making you chuckle.

“you knew i’m not into losers,” you sassed, making him roll his eyes.

“i hate you,” he poked your side, earning a giggle from you.

“sure you do, norris. now go take a shower, we need to keep celebrating,” your hand softly squeezed his arm, the smile on his lips growing wider.

“i guess i’m not the only one coming first tonight, then?”

cocky.

“you’re an idiot,” you sighed, shaking your head. “we’ll see about that.”

he just smiled, pecking your lips before leaving you to gather your thoughts while he got ready.

you sighed. the chemistry between the both of you had always been undeniably strong. and after all that time, all the wait had paid off in the end.

“honestly, who are we to fight the alchemy?”

lando norris brat taming the reader because she’s too gobby when everyone else is around

+18 CONTENT UNDER THE CUT, MINORS DNI

i could perfectly picture him sending you a death stare as he watched you act a little too gobby for his liking, knowing damn well that you were just trying to tease him; he would let you push his buttons, knowing that you would regret it the second you two were alone.

much to your disappointment, the ride back home after hanging out with your friends is then quiet, lando only replying to you with monosyllables or a nod of his head; making you think that maybe you went too far. he keeps giving you the silent treatment in the elevator, and as you enter your apartment.

quietly, you make your way to the bathroom to get ready for bed, feeling a little let down that the night didn’t end quite as you had expected when you hear his voice coming from your shared room, “come here,” he calls.

your walk to where his voice came from, seeing him sitting on the edge of the bed. reluctantly, you make your way to him when he pats his thigh, silently instructing you to sit.

your heart beats in your chest as he pulls you down on his lap, your breath getting a little heavier as you take in the sight in front of you; his darkened eyes and the slight frown of his brows making you bite your lower lip.

“what got you acting like a bitch today, hm?” he hums, his gaze fixed on yours. he doesn’t give you time to reply as one of his hands made its way under your skirt, fingers softly grazing over your already wet underwear. “is this why, princess?” he mockingly coos.

you nod, a gasp leaving your lips as you watched his smirk widening.

“gonna get yourself off on mi thigh, yeah?” he asks, gently rocking your hips back and forth on his leg.

“but—“ you whine, but he interrupts your complaints.

“no buts,” he shakes his head, then softly spanking your thigh for you to do as he commanded. “come on.”

warily, you start grinding yourself on his lap, soft whines and gasps escaping your lips as he looks at you, just admiring the view before him.

it doesn’t take long til you’re a mess on top of him, a wet patch forming on his pants as you drag your pussy on him, desperately begging for more.

“where’d all that attitude of yours go?” he mockingly asks at your needy pleas, still keeping his hands to himself to see how much he can make you beg.

Hey, I love your writing so much and have had an idea for a one shot for a while. I feel like it would be cute if reader kissed both moles on Lando’s face as a sign of good luck (before a race) or just in general. That’s as specific as I can get because I’m not that ✨creative✨ but if choose to write about it I will EAT. IT. UP. 🧡

it had started one random saturday evening when after a couple of bad race weekends, lando wasn’t exactly feeling in high spirits.

he was always last to get in the car, chatting around with his engineers. but that day, he wasn’t in the mood for all that, so he just stood by your side, arm around your waist as he went over his notes about the track.

his body tensed when he heard will, his engineer, nervously coughing. that was his cue to get ready.

lando sighed, not looking forward the qualifying session ahead of him. the track didn’t exactly suit the mclaren, so he wasn’t expecting much from that weekend again.

you softly smiled at him as he put his earplugs on, the usual grin that adorned his lips was gone; he wasn’t someone who would hide his emotions, but seeing him so apathetic made you worry. usually you would just mouth a “good luck” and flash him your brightest smile before he put his helmet on, but not this time.

you softly tapped his shoulder, making him turn to look at you. your hands cradled his face before you got in your tip toes, his gaze fixed on yours.

“good luck, baby,” you mumbled, closing the distance between the two of you to place a gentle kiss to the beauty marks on each side of your face. god, how you loved them. “you’re gonna do great, i have a feeling.”

that was the first time you saw his smile for the first time since that thursday; the gesture warming your heart. he leaned down to peck your mouth, a whispered “i love you” against your lips.

call it a coincidence, maybe it was pure luck or perhaps he had found enough motivation in your little gesture to put the car in the front row. but after that day, as superstitious as he was, lando always asked for a kiss on each side of his face right before sliding his balaclava on.

it was silly, but it became your little ritual before every session. and when his results weren’t as good, he would justify it as you “not kissing the exact spot”, which made you giggle each and every time.

NELLIE’S 1K CELEBRATION ౨ৎ

— first things first: THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR 1K FOLLOWERS. i’m genuinely shocked that i’m doing this right now; ever since i remember i’ve been just writing random things just for myself, and when i finally decided to share that part of me i never expected the love it would get. i know i’ve been kind of inactive lately and have a lot to catch up on (which i eventually will, i promise); life has been busy and a mess lately and i’ve barely had any time for myself, but i’m slowly getting used to this new lifestyle so hopefully i’ll be fully back soon.

as a little thank you for the support and love all these months, i wanted to do this little celebration that will close june 12th, 23:59 CEST.

🫐 — ships; send me a description of yourself (can be as long or as short as you want, but the more detailed the easier it’ll be for me) and i’ll tell you which driver i ship you with!

🌼 — mood boards; send me a driver + a song/aesthetic/theme and i’ll make a moodboard based on it!

🏙️ — drabbles; send me an idea/headcanon/song lyric and i’ll write a drabble for it!

this applies to lando only (sorry), leaving here some random prompt lists in case anyone feels like using them, but any idea is welcomed! — fluff ; smut ; angst ;

: (divider credits to @plutism)

waitttt i just saw this tweet https://x.com/landopitlane/status/1797050295626698916 and it reminded me of the prompt “kisses. on. the. tips. of. their. nose” and what if she keeps kissing his scar🥹🥹 and he finds it super cute ahhh can u write a drabble on this :’)

& congrats on 1k!! <3

you laughed as lando told you the events of the previous night: how he had drank from a broken glass, cutting himself and ending up with a little bandage on the bridge of his nose.

of course something like that would happen to him.

“let me see,” you softly said, watching as he took the little plaster off to change it after the day.

“how bad is it?” he asked, turning his head to give you a better look.

“oh,” you chuckled. he looked rather cute. “i’ll kiss it better.”

as you said that, you climbed onto his lap, his hands wrapping around your frame as you pressed a soft, tender kiss to the scar on his nose. his eyes closed, a smile tugging at the corner of his lips before you reached for a new bandage to help him cover it again.

for the next couple of days, you kissed the little scar every time he changed the small plaster, “it’ll help it heal faster,” lando had joked the first time.

“it’s almost healed, you don’t need the bandage anymore” you softly said, looking at the wound, though it would definitely leave a scar for some time.

“but you’ll still kiss it, right?” your boyfriend asked, his lower lip turning into a slight pout.

you chuckled, shaking your head.

“it’s helped it heal,” he quickly defended himself, looking at you with puppy eyes.

“sure thing, my love,” you giggled at the silly argument, knowing that he just liked it when you kissed his nose.

“is that a yes?” lando insisted, earning another chuckle from you.

even if you tried, you couldn’t deny him his small request, your lips finding their way to the bridge of his nose, planting a lingering kiss on the spot where he liked most.

number 63 from the smut list and it's lando who says it and also him who loses because I just know that boy is vocal in bed ALSO I'M SO HAPPY YOU GOT TO 1K BABE YOU DESERVE IT❤️❤️

63. “first one to make noises loses”

SMUT UNDER THE CUT (minors dni)

“lando,” you softly said, pulling away from the heated kiss. “we can’t.”

his eyes fluttered opened, a confused look on his face as he kept his hands under your shirt, thumbs tracing soothing circles on your skin.

he didn’t even have to say a word, his eyes were begging you for a reason.

“everyone’s home,” you explained.

“so?”

“we still have a few days here,” you answered. you were staying with his family during the holidays, and just the thought of them overhearing what you were up to wasn’t ideal.

“we’ll be quiet,” he mumbled, his lips capturing yours in a searing kiss once again.

you chuckled against his mouth.

“what? don’t think you can keep quiet?” he asked, pulling away from your lips to look at you defiantly, a smirk spread across his lips.

“no. i don’t think you can,” you playfully retorted; lando was nothing if not vocal, which normally wouldn’t be a problem for you, but this time it was different.

“alright,” he rolled his eyes, taking your words as a challenge as he confidently added: “first one to make noises loses, yeah?”

his words were low and sultry, hands slowly pulling your shirt up. and you knew you should’ve turned him down, but the second he attached his lips to your neck you turned into putty under his touch.

the sound of the rustling bedsheets and the soft sighs that escaped both your lips were the only sounds that could be heard in the room as your clothes were discarded on the floor in between lingering touches and fiery kisses.

he was hovering over you in no time, your legs hooked at each side of his hips as he lined himself up with you. your eyes closed as he thrusted into you, a soft sigh leaving your lips at the feeling.

his lips were brushing against yours, breaths mingling together as he rolled his hips into your heat slowly.

your gaze met his, lust burning in his pupils as he buried himself deeper with each drag of his cock.

he tried to muffle a moan by licking into your mouth as he bottomed out, his eyes closing at the intense feeling. he stilled himself, trying his best to not lose himself as he let you adjust to his size, your little pants and desperate sighs making it hard for him to not fuck you senseless into the mattress.

he then pulled out before slamming into your core again, your walls clenching tightly around him at the burning sensation and your lips parting in a silent moan.

and he tried, but he couldn’t contain the loud groan that escaped his throat, his face hiding in the crook of your neck.

“you can’t fucking do that when we’re meant to be quiet,” he growled against your skin, his body slightly trembling over you.

“does that mean i win?” you asked, a playful glint in your eyes.

“shut up,” he mumbled, lips capturing yours again as he started picking up the pace of his thrusts, soon making you writhe beneath him as you forgot your no-noise rule, his name falling off your lips like a prayer.

Hey Nellie, I hope you had a good weekend🥰 I’m the exhausted anon that requested the little exhaustion drabble. If you have the time, please could you write it with Lando instead? Thank you lovely 🥰 xxx

“noticing something is off whilst traveling to the next race and taking care of you throughout the weekend”

made this hcs cause i felt like it fits the concept way better, hope you don’t mind x

it had been a long, exhausting few weeks and all you wanted now that you had some days off was to lay in bed and forget about the rest of the world for as long as you could

however, you couldn’t miss your boyfriend’s home race, you knew how important it was for him

you had been awfully quiet on the way to the airport, and lando couldn’t help but notice something was off

“you alright, baby?” he asked as you let your body plop down in the jet’s seat with a long sigh

you simply nodded, brushing it off with a mumbled “i just need a little nap”

although he didn’t fully believe you, knowing that something was off, lando knew better than to push you

he leaned back on his seat and patted his chest for you to lay on him

the simple gesture earned a smile from you, and you quickly doze off as he played with your hair and whispered sweet nothings in your ear

an hour of sleep, however, wasn’t enough to lift up your mood. or to make the muscle pain you felt magically disappear

and lando noticed the second you opened your eyes, a soft groan escaping your lips

for the rest of the weekend, he made sure you wouldn’t have to lift a finger

he carried your luggage himself, despite your multiple protests against it

as you settled down when you arrived at the hotel, he made sure to prepare a warm, relaxing bath for you both to soak in

“let me take care of you, baby,” he whispered before washing your hair gently, giving you a little scalp massage while on it

he had also made sure to order room service for when you were done in the bathroom. a big tray with your favorite food waiting for you in bed

he was quite busy for the rest of the weekend, but he still made sure that you were okay every time he had two seconds to spare

he made sure you were hydrated at all times, sitting down to eat with you and taking little naps with you in his driver’s room in between sessions

that weekend he was also overly affectionate, prepping kisses over your cheeks every change he got

you had expected him to want to go out and celebrate after the race, specially after having gotten a podium

he, however, suggested a quiet night in, just the two of you and some cheesy movie in the background

another warm, relaxing bath and dinner in bed before he wrapped his arms around you, pulling you comfortably into his chest

cuddles and back rubs until you fall asleep on his arms, the exhaustion of the past few weeks getting to you

omg can u pls write 124/125 from the smut list🤭🤭🤭 & congrats on 1k!!!

124. “don’t pretend to be so innocent”

125. “i want you to touch yourself”

SMUT UNDER THE CUT (minors dni)

you had never expected to end the night in lando’s bed, your best friend’s bed, after a night out with your friends.

it had been a normal night: some shots, a few stupid rounds of never have i ever where you were too shy to actuallly drink, dance, laugh, get another drink, dance again.

everything had gone quite as usual until, on the elevator up to yours and lando’s shared apartment, he had decided to crash his lips against yours.

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you were spread out on his mattress, your dress long gone as lando’s hands pinned your hips to the bed.

“don’t pretend to be so innocent in front of everyone, baby. don’t think i’ve heard you touch yourself just yesterday?” he mumbled against the skin of your upper thigh, earning a gasp from you, your cheeks burning in embarrassment.

you thought he wasn’t home.

at your petrified expression, lando chuckled.

“it’s alright,” he tried to reassure you. “you make such beautiful sounds.”

he made sure to emphasize his point by pressing a kiss to your core and making a soft sigh leaving your lips, a smile creeping up to his face.

you were still speechless, torn between the embarrassment of finding out that he had heard you the previous day and the excitement of having him between your legs.

his fingers hooked on the hem of your underwear, slowly pulling the piece of clothing down your legs as he looked up at you.

“lando,” you softly whimpered, his hot breath against your skin as he left a trail of kisses down your legs.

“mhm?” he hummed, his eyes closed as he tossed your panties aside.

“i need you,” you sounded pathetically desperate, but the feeling of his lips on your skin was driving you crazy.

“i’m flattered, baby,” he mockingly said, before pulling away from between your legs and hovering over your body. “but i want you to touch yourself.”

his whispered words sent a shiver down your spine, but you couldn’t hide the surprise that overcame you as you mumbled a simple “what?”

“you heard that right,” he cooed, lips brushing your earlobe. “want you to touch yourself for me. just like you do when you think i’m not home.”

his words were accentuated by his lips sucking behind your ear, and you knew you couldn’t deny him.

“good girl,” he smiled triumphantly when he noticed the slight nod of your head, pressing a kiss to your pulse point before sitting back, watching your hands roam down your body intently.

risk | ln

lando norris x teammate!reader

the one where you find your crush with someone else.

word count: ~1.0k

warnings: just a little bit of angst with happy ending

note: based on this request. i haven’t written anything longer than 500 words in so long so bare with me please, i hope this is good enough :) reader is a driver but it doesn’t play a big role on the story/is only mentioned like once or twice!

you felt anxious, the nerves eating you alive as you lied in the darkness of your hotel room. you knew it was normal, in only a few hours you would be on your way to your first ever home race as a formula 1 driver.

but you also needed sleep, and as hard as you tried, nothing seemed to put your mind at ease, your mind just going back to making up every possible scenario of what would happen as you stepped in the car the very next day. the good, and also the bad.

after hours of tossing and turning around in bed, you desperately sighed: there was only one thing that could help you relax. someone.

cozied up in your pajamas you silently made your way out of your room and walked down the corridor to lando’s room. you knew he was, most likely, still awake despite of the late hour, well aware of his bad sleeping habits.

while most people thought your relationship was merely professional, during the previous months lando and you had grown extremely close to each other. too close, some would say.

countless nights, you had spent hours in each other’s rooms, trying your best not to wake up the whole building with your laughter. and most of those nights had finished with your limbs tangled with his under the thin blankets, whispered conversations and lingering touches lulling you to sleep.

you weren’t sure where your relationship really stood; every time you took a step forward, it seemed like you went back another three the next morning, the few moments of intimacy quickly forgotten as soon as the sun came up.

but he was the only person around who could make you forget about all your worries in just a few minutes, so you knocked on his door, hoping to not wake anyone up.

you heard his voice on the other side of the wall, but you couldn’t quite understand his words. only a few seconds later, the door swung open, a dishevelled lando standing before you.

“hey,” he greeted you in a whisper.

“hey,” you repeated, trying to catch on the undertone of his voice. normally, he would had pulled you inside already.

“i wasn’t expecting you to come.”

“i…” you started explaining, your words cut off by a figure walking out of the bathroom. your eyes widened and you took a step back. “oh my god, sorry. i didn’t know you were… i’m just gonna…” you said, slowly walking back.

you heard lando sigh and close the door as you made your way to your room again, your chest tightening at the realization. You had completely misunderstood your relationship with him, and now you felt stupid.

you crawled under your sheets with a heavy heart, and as much as you tried to think about something else, the image wouldn’t leave your mind.

the soft knock on your door only a few minutes later startled you and still with a blanket wrapped around your body, you made your way to open.

what you hadn’t expected was to find lando in front of you again, leaning against the doorframe.

“can I come in?” he straight up asked, his eyes analyzing your form.

“I thought you were…”

“she just left,” he cut you off, rising his eyebrow as if to ask you again to let him in. you stepped aside, inviting him inside and closing the door behind him.

“i’m really sorry, i didn’t mean to interrupt anything,” your voice was almost a whispered, embarrassed every time the scene played in your mind again.

“you didn’t,” he said, taking a sit on the edge of your bed. “you’ve been crying?”

no,” you quickly lied, shyly drying your cheeks with the back of your hand.

“your eyes are red,” he tried to ignore your gesture, but curiosity got the best of him.

“i’m just tired and can’t fall asleep,” you weren’t fully lying.

“mind if i..?” he mumbled, leaning back on the mattress.

He didn’t have to finish his sentence; you already knew what words followed: mind if i stay the night?

And normally, you would have giggled and told him that he didn’t even have to ask, but this time it felt different.

“i don’t think your girlfriend would like that,” you said before you could even think about your words.

an amused chuckled left his lips, “is that jealousy i hear?”

your cheeks heated up at his question, embarrassment growing inside you. and you couldn’t answer, too scared to mess up again.

“we didn’t do anything,” he explained, a softness in his eyes as he looked at you. “realized I would rather spend my time with someone else.”

your heart skipped a beat at the implications behind his words, silence falling hard between the two of you.

“really?” you finally managed to quietly ask.

he patted the spot next to him on the mattress, silently asking you to join him, “you’re that oblivious, huh?” he chuckled.

slowly, you made your way closer to him, his hands reaching for your body as soon as you were at arm’s length; his hands were hooked at your hips and he pulled you into him, standing in between his legs.

he looked up at you, a sly smile spread on his lips when your hands rested on his shoulders.

“you’re not just saying that, are you?” you questioned again, not completely sure of if he was just playing with you.

“don’t be silly,” he shook his head. “i’m actually crazy about you.”

your fingers found home in his curls, softly running a hand through his hair as your gaze met his, “what does this mean for us then?” your voice came out in a nervous whisper.

“i don’t know,” he answered in the same low tone. “but i’d really love to kiss you right now.”

your breath hitched at the statement, and you only could give him a slight nod of your head before he closed the gap between your lips, freeing you from all the worries that had been tormenting you for hours.

congrats on 1k!! pls can u write a drabble with the prompt 102🫣

102. “show me”

139. “i bought a few pieces of lingerie. want me to model for you?”

a/n: mixed these two requests that i got because they looked fine together :) also not actual smut but SUGGESTIVE and lando in a low mood for a little bc i couldn’t help myself after yesterday, MINORS DNI

you walked into yours and your boyfriend’s shared apartment after spending the morning out shopping with your friends; a change of wardrobe was more than needed with the hot weather coming up.

the place was silent, the suitcase left forgotten in the entryway making you know lando was already home probably tucked in bed; after a tough weekend, you weren’t expecting less.

quietly you walked into your shared bedroom, pushing the door open just to catch a glimpse of his body curled under the blankets.

“hey,” you cooed as you made your way to him and he shifted around to look at you, a tired smile on his face. “how’re you?”

“bit better,” he answered, pulling you down onto him as you sat on the mattress. “how was your day?”

you knew he didn’t want to talk much about it, needing some time to process the outcome of his weekend himself, so you didn’t push him.

“nice,” you mumbled as you snuggled in his embrace, his arms wrapping around your body. “went out with the girls, needed some new clothes.” you softly said, only getting a hum in return.

you couldn’t blame him for sounding a little uninterested, his mind probably somewhere else; but you desperately wanted to ease his mind off his thoughts for just a little while, so you decided to take a different approach.

“i bought a few pieces of lingerie,” you added after a fee seconds, a teasing smirk creeping up to your lips.

lando raised his eyebrows and pulled back just enough to look at you, “oh, keep talking,” he hummed.

“maybe i could try them on for you?” you bit your lower lip at the spark of his eyes.

“go on, baby. show me,” he mumbled, giving your thigh a soft pat before leaning back in bed, waiting for you to make on your words.

Hi lovely, I’ve been thinking about Lando dating a doctor or nurse and she’s been working crazy shifts on a night rotation. They keep missing eachother and when she doesn’t come home one day, he goes to check up on her and finds her teary eyed staring into space in the on-call room because she just can’t fall asleep on her break 🥹

hi beautiful! this has been sitting on my inbox since forever, i’m so sorry 🥹 i hope you’re doing alright and hope you like it!

you had been having a rough week; work had been too busy for the last couple of days —nights, to be precise —and you were struggling to rest during your breaks, the exhaustion seeming to keep you on your toes more than to tire you. despite of how much you loved tour job, it sometimes got a little too much, and it was one of those weeks.

if that wasn’t enough, lando was also home for just a few days after a triple header and you couldn’t make your schedules match, meaning you had barely spent any time with your boyfriend.

he was patient, however, happy with the text and swift calls during your breaks before you hung up to take a quick, very much needed, nap.

but after a few days, you felt a little overwhelmed, your mind too foggy to even think about checking your phone as you got to the call room. you paced to the small, uncomfortable bed without even thinking about it just to try and get some sleep. to get your mind off things for a little while.

lando had stayed up, as he usually did, hoping to talk to you before calling it a day. but when you didn’t reply to his texts or answer any of his calls, he started getting worried about you. he had seen the exhaustion on your face before you left for work earlier that night, and he couldn’t stop himself from wondering if you were alright.

you always texted him, albeit to wish him a good night of sleep. so, stubborn as he was, he drove to your workplace, just wanting to make sure you were alright.

unable to sleep, you barely heard the door opening when he entered the room, too focused on trying to get some rest to be aware of your surroundings.

“hi, angel,” he softly cooed, walking towards you. you looked over at him, your eyes watery and your expression as exhausted as ever.

he felt his heart break at the sight, the worn out look in your eyes a view he wished to never see again.

“you alright?” he asked, sitting down on the edge of the bed, trying not to disturb you.

“just tired,” you answered with a thin voice, shifting a little closer to him. “what’re you doing here?”

“got worried,” he whispered. “you weren’t answering my calls.”

you mumbled a quiet “sorry”, not having intended to concern him when you ignored your phone.

“it’s okay, baby,” he tried to brush it off, gently patting his lap for you to rest tour head on.

silently you complied, his fingers finding their way to your hair as he started to gently play with some strands, the movement soothing enough to have your eyes fluttering close.

“get some rest, angel,” he murmured as he felt your body relaxing slowly. “i’ll wake you up when your break is over.”

and as you drifted off to sleep, you realized that was all you needed.

lights on | ln

the one where your boyfriend doesn’t want you to leave the bed.

lando norris x fem!reader

word count: ~1.0k

warnings: fluff, smut (MINORS DNI), p in v, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it), a little bit of praise

note: based on this request. i’ve been thinking about this request ever since i first got it i loved it sm :( hope i made it justice

the loud sound of your alarm, followed by a low groan woke you up from your slumber. before you could even dare to move, lando’s arms tightened their grip around you, pulling you even closer.

“don’t go,” your boyfriend mumbled, his voice muffled as his face was hidden on the crook of your neck.

you were about to protest, to tell him that you couldn’t be late again when he promised it would be just “five more minutes” as he nuzzled his nose on your skin.

five minutes you could do.

the room went silent again, the only sound that could be heard was the soft rustling of the bedsheets as he pulled you closer.

draping one of your legs over his body, his palm slowly moved up your thigh, tracing the curve of your ass until it found home in the small of your back, under your —his — shirt.

his breath deepened when your hand cupped the back of his head, your fingers softly scratching his scalp in a slow, soothing motion.

“why’d you have to leave so early?” he uttered against your skin, punctuating his annoyance with your schedule with a kiss to your neck.

“i know,” you sighed, a small pout on your lips. he knew what the tone in your voice meant, his face coming up from where it was still hiding to kiss your pout away.

“you should drop out,” he suggested, tracing a path of kisses to your jaw and down your neck. “stay in bed with me all day.”

you chuckled, “don’t be ridiculous.”

“i just want to have you all to myself,” lando argued, his thumb tracing circles over the skin of your hip as his mouth made its way back to your lips.

you answered with a soft hum when he pressed his lips on yours again, the kiss soft and gentle. he pulled you closer, your body flush against his as he traced the seam of your lower lip with his tongue, silently seeking entrance into your mouth.

you sighed softly and moved your hand down to his arm, tenderly feeling his muscles as your lips parted and he licked into your mouth.

you knew you shouldn’t, or rather couldn’t, stay much longer in bed if you wanted to make it on time; but then he shifted, pulling your body on top of his with your legs straddling his thighs, and you knew you couldn’t deny him of another five minutes. or fifteen.

it only took his fingers a few seconds to start lifting your shirt up, only breaking the kiss to discard it on the floor before pressing your bare chest against his own. you could feel his cock already straining against his boxers, your hips involuntarily grinding on him.

“you’re so cute in the mornings,” he mumbled against your lips, his voice a little rough.

“is ‘cute’ the word you’re going for, really?” you chuckled, amused at the innocent compliment.

“yeah,” he whispered; his fingers found their way to between your legs and softly stroked your core, earning a soft moan from your lips. “see? such cute little sounds you’re making,” he added with a smirk.

he hooked his fingers on the string of your underwear, tugging it down gently and getting you bare for him with your own help. you freed him from his boxers as well, his hands setting you on his lap and gripping your hips as soon as the piece of clothing flew to the floor.

“not so worried about being late now, huh?” he cockily said.

“shut up,” you shyly mumbled, your cheeks growing hotter at his attitude.

he helped you grind against him, spreading your wetness on his cock as his hands squeezed your hips.

you heard him hiss as he aligned himself with your body and you started to slowly sink down on him, accommodating his size inch by inch.

“you’re so gorgeous,” he whispered, your hands on his chest to balance yourself as you started to roll your hips against his with slow, gentle motions.

the soft compliment had you clenching around him, a moan escaping from both of your lips as you did so. his hand stayed on your hips, urging you to move faster.

“lando,” you whimpered, your eyes locking with his as your thighs began to burn.

“that’s it, baby. fuck yourself on my cock,” he said, the words earning a low mewl from your mouth.

as your legs grew more tired, lando started thrusting up into you and meeting your movements, burying himself deeper inside you.

the soft sounds that escaped his lips soon had your toes curling, the knot on your belly about to snap as his grip on your hips tightened.

“close, baby?” he growled, feeling as your pussy clenched around him, sucking him in. you just nodded, and in no time you felt his fingertips move over your skin, slowly making their way down your thigh until they found your clit.

his thumb pressed against the sensitive nub, making you grind your hips down harder, desperate for release.

“come for me, pretty girl, come on,” he cooed in between ragged breaths, his cock already twitching inside you.

“fuck, baby, i…” you couldn’t even finish your sentence, the way his thumb circled your clit sending you over the edge.

you felt your body shudder, his going slack under you as he made a mess of your insides, low groans slowly turning into loud pants.

his hand moved up to your hair, pulling you down into his body to softly peck your lips; the action so suddenly innocent and sweet.

you closed your eyes, lying on top of him as the both of you came back from your highs, his fingers slowly trailing up and down your spine.

“i’m gonna be so late,” you mumbled after a few minutes, the reminder of your responsibilities making lando groan in annoyance.

“fine,” he rolled his eyes, giving your hip a gentle pat. “i’ll drive you, let’s get ready.”

lando who gets extra handsy when he’s drunk at a club. lando who gives you random bear hugs throughout the night. and lando who pulls you on his lap when he’s talking to his friends, not even caring what they think cause he’s so out of it.. do as you wish with this

this!!! THIS!!! have you seen that video of him giving all these people a hug after a party?? you just KNOW he’s a handsy drunk and loves to have you at arms length at all times

i can picture him starting with soft, innocent touches; maybe just grabbing you by the waist as he stands next to you while ordering a drink at the bar or letting his hand rest on your thigh when you sit to chat with your friends.

eventually, he starts getting more needy, his grip on your waist growing tighter as you dance or sway to the rhythm of the music with your back to his chest, unbeknownst to the effect you —and the alcohol —were having on him.

the next time you go sit in the VIP he isn’t content with just having your knee brush against his, his hand sliding down your skirt or slipping his fingers under your top (depends on what you’re wearing) just to feel your skin under his fingertips, the simple touch sending a jolt of desire through his body.

and you don’t really know how, but you end up on his lap, his nose nuzzled on the crook of your neck as he presses gentle kisses on your skin.

“shall we call it a night?” he murmurs, his lips brushing against your earlobe and making you turn your attention from the conversation with your friends.

even though at first you’re a little reluctant, you end up agreeing to his proposal and you say goodbye to your friends as you wait for your uber to get to the club; his touch on your way back home almost irreverent as he counted the minutes til he could have you all to himself.

seen as i’m gonna be inactive most of august —and i need to have everything planned two months in advance —what would you rather see for october?

hi <3

the results of the poll were very clear so —i’ll be taking requests for different kinks or any smutty topic you want to read about during kinktober!!

i think it’ll be more fun for all of us if you guys also participate and i don’t get to choose every single topic (and i’ll also explore new territories as well) so you can send your thoughts to my inbox if you’d like :)

i’m going on vacation in a few days for the majority of august and i want to try to have some drabbles scheduled for while i’m away so pls send me thoughts/headcanons or any drabble idea you have so i can get it done these days (and hopefully helps me get out of my writers block) !!

the black dog | ln

the one where you watch your ex boyfriend walk into some bar called the black dog.

lando norris x gender-neutral!reader

word count: ~1.9k

warnings: angst!!!!, happy ending so fluff as well, brief discussion of bad mental health, lando is a bit of a prick at some point, exes to lovers, one sexual innuendo (?)

note: based on this request and obviously the black dog by taylor swift. this is one of my favorite taylor songs EVER i got so excited when i got this request. i also love a good angsty, heart-breaking fic so giving this a happy ending was a bit harder than it should’ve but i hope you enjoy it!

“stop that,” you softly cooed, your hands cupping his cheeks to try and make him look at you.

the past few weeks had been harsh on him, and you could feel how every self-deprecating comment just made him drown deeper into his own head. you just wanted the best for him.

he didn’t answer. instead, he looked away again, trying his best to avoid your gaze at all costs.

“it’s just been a bad weekend, baby. next one will be better,” you added.

“stop with the optimistic bullshit,” he rudely said before you could add anything else to try and cheer him up.

you knew he was angry —rightfully so —after missing on a potential win only a few days before, but you couldn’t just sit and watch him bring himself down anymore.

“it just hurts to see you like this,” you mumbled.

“it’s hurting you?” he snapped, his tone accusing. “why do you have to make everything about you, every single time?”

as his words escaped his lips, he gently pushed you off his lap, immediately getting up from the couch.

“i’m just saying…” you tried to explain, although his words hurt more than you would ever admit out loud.

“i don’t care what you’re saying,” he cut you off. “it’s always the same story with you. the world doesn’t fucking revolve around you, you know?”

your lips parted, intending to defend yourself, but no words left your mouth. not like lando would had let you speak, anyway.

“this is the last thing i need right now, i’m done here,” he grumbled.

you froze at the tone of his voice, not having heard him talking to you like that ever before. and you didn’t do anything to stop him when he picked up his jacket and walked to the entrance of your apartment, announcing his departure with a loud slam of the front door.

he just needed time, you told yourself.

but he didn’t call, and you didn’t wake up to a simple apology in your messages and him asking to see you as you were used to.

and it had been forty-two days since he had stormed out of your apartment and, unknowingly to you, vowed to never talk to you again.

and after six weeks of no contact, you still missed him.

lando had been more than just your boyfriend, he had been your best friend for as long as you could remember; he was there, in every little memory you had.

you had always been the first person he ran to whenever the smallest thing happened, and for the past few weeks you had to settle for watching his life go on without you through pictures and media outlets.

and as much as your friends tried to tell you that it would get better, every morning without him just got harder than the previous one; used to having his arms wrapped all around you and his curls tickling your neck, waking up in a cold bed was certainly something you weren’t quite fond of.

however, he seemed to be moving on.

that’s what you thought as you sat in the darkness of your room, the only light illuminating the space being the dim glow of your phone’s screen as you intently watched the small, blue dot moving on your screen.

he had forgotten to turn his location off.

like every weekend since the break up, you watched him walk into some random bar in a different city, piercing a new, deeper hole in your heart every time. and you couldn’t help but hope that they played your song each night, that even the smallest thing reminded him of you.

but instead, every morning you woke up to a new picture of him leaving the place with some girl wrapped around his arm, while you could barely wear your favorite clothes because they took you back to a memory you shared with him.

you didn’t understand how he didn’t miss you, how he could be doing so good without you by his side.

୨୧

it had never been his intention to walk out of your life that afternoon. but when the anger washed away, all he could feel was shame.

guilt, for how he had talked to you when all you wanted was to help. and he wasn’t sure he could ever look at you in the eyes without the feeling overfilling his senses. so, instead, he did what he knew best: he ran away.

and the only thing that could take you off his mind for some time was drowning his own pain in alcohol every weekend, end the night with some girl’s legs wrapped around him.

but that night, he froze as the first notes of your song started playing; the song that had started playing when you got in his car the first time he took you out on a proper date. and the upbeat music took him right back to that day.

he could still picture the sight of your teary eyes as you walked into his apartment after another failed date —the guy hadn’t even showed up; the sound of your sobs as you buried your face on his chest, looking for some comfort, still making his heart clench.

“you deserve better,” he had whispered into your hair, placing a soft kiss on top of your head. “someone who’s willing to give you everything.”

“i’m tired of searching,” you had simply mumbled, feeling hopeless after so many disappointments.

“maybe you don’t have to search for it,” he had said before he could even think about his words. “maybe it’s been right in front of your nose all this time.”

at the underlying confession of his words, you raised your head from his chest to look up at him.

“hm?” you hummed.

lando had always liked you; but he had also been scared of you not reciprocating his feelings, of your friendship being ruined by the love he had for you. however, he had been completely oblivious as to the way you had always looked at him.

but that time, he caught the glint in your eyes as his gaze met yours, and so he confidently asked:

“can i take you out on a date?”

he let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding as he saw you crack a smile, relief washing all over him.

“i would love to,” you mumbled.

he smiled at your reply, his thumbs coming up to wipe the remains of your tears.

“tonight, then?” he softly kissed your cheek before you nodded and wrapped your arms around his frame, unknowing of how the turn your relationship would take after that night.

he looked down at the girl who was grinding herself against him, trying to ignore the memories flooding his mind; but her eyes didn’t sparkle the way yours did as the song played. and he knew she just wouldn’t get the jokes he was so tempted to make, the ones that would send you into a fist of laughter despite of the many times you had heard them before.

in short, she simply wasn’t you. and he knew he wouldn’t ever feel that way with someone else.

“excuse me,” he said, trying to push her away from him.

he made his way out of the bar pushing in between the sea of people, his phone clutched in his hand the second he stepped a foot outside.

he sighed as he looked at his screen, the cool air making him come back to his senses; he couldn’t just text you. not after ghosting you for over a month.

but he missed you, so what else could he do? how else could he apologize for what he did?

୨୧

you turned around in bed as you felt the room being illuminated again by the screen of your phone, a message interrupting your attempt to sleep.

your heart skipped a beat as you saw his contact picture, followed by a simple “are you up?”. you couldn’t believe your eyes, anxiety coursing through your veins as you stared at the message.

“you still have read receipts on”

“say something, please”

fuck, of course. and you had been staring at his text for five minutes straight.

“what?” you simply typed with shaky fingers; it was dry, yes, but you were still hurt about how things ended between the two of you.

his answer came almost immediately: “just wanted to apologize” it read.

but nothing could’ve prepared you for his next message, asking if he could come over instead of doing so over text.

you hesitated for a few minutes; you knew you shouldn’t, but you needed closure as well.

so, naturally, you accepted.

you anxiously padded around your house as you waited for him, biting your nails as you imagined every possible scenario that could happen. five. ten. fifteen minutes, and then you heard a knock on the door.

the door opened slowly, revealing the figure of your ex-boyfriend.

you stepped aside and let him in, closing the door behind him and turning around with your gaze fixed on the floor. the silence was deafening,and the situation felt awkward.

“can i have some water?” lando tried to break the ice, his eyes fixed on you as you simply nodded and disappeared into the kitchen.

when you came back only a few minutes later with two glasses on your hands, he had made himself comfortable. you walked to the couch and sat next to him, with a considerable distance between the two of you.

“i just…” he broke the silence again, his voice low and slightly nervous. you didn’t dare look at him yet, so you looked down at your lap, where you fidgeted with your fingers.

you heard him sigh as he chose his next words carefully.

“i never meant to hurt you, or ruin what we had,” lando started. “it was a few bad weeks, and i know i shouldn’t have, but i took it all out on you. and then i didn’t think i could even look you in the face after what i said.”

you looked up at him, your eyes starting to water as you took in his words.

“you could’ve just explained yourself, i would’ve understood,” you replied with a thin, vulnerable voice.

“i was ashamed of myself after the fight and i thought running away from all of it would be the best,” he said as his gaze met yours. “truth is i haven’t stopped thinking about you for a single minute all this time. i really miss you,” he almost whispered.

“i…” you stuttered.

“i get it if you can’t forgive me,” his voice broke mid-sentence.

“‘s not that,” you mumbled, a few tears running down your cheeks. “just wish it didn’t take you this long.”

you noticed his pained expression as he noticed the tears on your face, quickly whispering a soft “c’mere” as he opened his arms. you sighed and scooped next to him, letting his arms wrap around your frame in a comforting hug.

“i’m really sorry,” you heard him whisper into your hair before he planted a gentle kiss on top of your head. “i won’t leave again.”

“promise?” you murmured, snuggling closer into his embrace.

“promise, baby,” he answered in the same low voice.

you nodded slightly, your eyes fluttering close as you took in his scent and the way his grip on you tightened, an oath to never let you go again.

જ⁀➴ bed chem . . .

or, norrisjpg’s kinktober masterlist

02. corruption kink

06. guided masturbation

09. breeding kink

13. face fucking

16. degradation

20. edging

23. overstimulation

27. face sitting

30. roleplaying

a/n: hi! i’m making this post basically just so i can arrange my own ideas and be a little organized. so, this is due to change as i write and i am willing to add more topics and days to the list if any of you want to request something specific! i might also mix some topics (even the ones listed here) to make it spicier and more entertaining for both you and me.

i don’t think this needs to be said but this event will take place during october, so i’ll be taking suggestions/requests until mid-september. happy requesting and hope everyone enjoyed their day! love, n <3

Drabble requests you ask? What about Lando waiting up for you when you have a late shift, even though he’s really really sleepy

oh my goddddd this is so cute :’)

after a long, triple header on the other side of the world to which you couldn’t tag along, the only thing lando wanted was to get to your shared apartment, wrap his arms around you and sleep for the next three days.

the second he landed, his phone was in his hand and your heart broke when the excitement in his voice turned into little disappointment as you told him that unfortunately, you were working a late shift that day and you wouldn’t be home in a few hours.

knowing how tired he probably was, you insisted that he didn’t need to stay up and wait for you. however, the stubbornness got the best of him; he missed you, and he needed to kiss your pretty face more than anything.

so he fully ignored your request for him to rest and entertained himself around the house for as long as he could. after a few hours, he found himself lying on the couch, tucked under a soft blanket as a boring rom-com played in the background.

as much as he tried to stay awake, he couldn’t keep his eyes from drooping slowly, his body getting more and more tired by the minute.

he didn’t really mean to fall asleep, just wanted to rest his eyes until you were back, but he couldn’t resist taking a little nap in the meantime.

not fully asleep, he managed to hear your keys in the door, quickly rubbing the sleep out of his eyes and pretending to look interested in the movie that was still playing.

“i’m home,” you called as you entered the living room, finding your boyfriend already looking over at you. “wow, i didn’t think you could make it, i’ll give you that,” you chuckled as you took your jacket off and put it away.

the confusion on his face made you giggle.

“wait up for me. have you at least taken a nap since you came home?” you teased, knowing the answer already. you lied next to him and felt his arms enveloping you the second your body was at arms-length from him, pulling you to snuggle up with him.

“not at all,” he lied, a faint smile on his lips; he knew you knew.

you hummed softly, pecking his lips before starting to spread small kisses all over his face. after a few seconds, you felt his grip around you loosening, his breath slowing down; you smiled, grateful that he had waited up if only for a few minutes.