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Hideout (1)

touch-starved!Nomad Steve Rogers x motel employee!Reader

Puppy, (see premise post or series)

Summary: An ultra-shy man named Grant arrives with various friends to your family-owned motel. He opens up slowly over the months...and grows a fantastic beard. 🤭

While this part has no mature situations, this series will be 18+ only. MINORS DNI. This is mostly pure setup for the smut in every future chapter. Your media consumption is your responsibility; please choose for yourself if these matters trigger you. If so, there is plenty for you to read on my Light Masterlist, but this work is not it! WC ~2k

He first arrives with only his friend—two fit fellas, one white, one black. They pay in cash, share a double room. The most information you get is Tom Smith, the more open of the two, joking that you’ll have to excuse Grant’s shyness.

Grant doesn’t seem to respond to his own name.

He’s a beefy blond, and your impression is the man doesn’t need to have a lot going on up top to get by in life. You do try not to judge, though. Your job is more about keen observation and recognizing the needs of your guests.

These two guests need privacy. They aren’t unfriendly, but they are not chatty. They go as quickly as they came. One night. The room is slept in, but they were clean enough.

The next time they show up they need three rooms, but you only have two available. Tom and Grant bunk up again, and a couple are with them who do not come into the office. The woman has beautiful auburn hair that she covers with a ball cap, and her very tall beau—whose hand she holds—shields himself in far more clothing than necessary this time of year.

They all sleep (you assume) during the day and only socialize at night when the other guests aren’t around.

Not that the party is loud; they simply seem more at ease when it’s harder to see. They stay three or four days, leaving rather suddenly early one night after paying for the time already.

Sporadically, this continues.

Once it’s only the couple. She is very reserved and he is very awkward, but again nice enough. They stay for nearly two weeks, enjoying hikes in the area, always holding hands. The woman relaxes significantly. It’s quite lovely to see.

Mister and Misses Durham, you know them as. They don’t always respond by name either.

Another visit makes five guests with the addition of a beautiful young woman. Her hair is cropped and bleach blond, and she is by far the most at ease.

It’s this visit that you realize they are just staying in their rooms during the day not sleeping, and you find the karaoke machine to take to Tom’s room.

He’s thrilled, thank goodness, because you don’t normally offer up activities to those who don’t ask about them, but Tom bangs on the doors of the other two (you think) couples so they can join him.

You’re about to leave when he asks you to do a duet with him.

Grant throws out that Tom enjoys Marvin Gaye. It’s the most you’ve heard him say, ever.

“I do,” Tom agrees, “but I don’t mess with the master.”

So you have the idea to sing Marvin Gaye—the song—with Tom as Charlie Puth and you as Meghan Trainor.

It’s quite a lot of fun, belting as best you can, finding Grant’s intense gaze on you for the lyrics: I’m like a stray without a home… I’m like a dog without a bone…

Just as quickly, however, you have to go back to the front desk. Duty calls and all.

You make sure they know the machine is all theirs for as long as they want. Their rooms are too far down the line of the building to hear if they do enjoy it for long, but you get no complaints about noise. You hope for the best.

Later that night, Grant comes by the office, carrying the machine with a smirk on his face and the most genuine appreciation on his lips. He has a lovely deep voice you never knew about.

He just talks to you.

It’s all superficial conversation about the area, the weather, what activities you like on your days off, but even that seems a struggle for him.

Tom was not kidding. His friend is extremely shy. He has trouble thinking up casual questions. He can’t look you in the eye until responding, and he doesn’t give more than a few words in answer to anything.

You laugh--you have to—when Grant asks if he can walk you to your door, which…is ludicrous because you live in the house a whopping fifty meters past the main motel. Your family has owned and run this place for three generations. You’ve walked that path your whole life.

“I like walking,” he shrugs, though from the sheer muscles on him, he does way more than just walk. “I was gonna do a lap or two anyway.”

“Well, I have to wait for Clark to show up, but—“ you look him up and down “—okay.”

Grant is so sweet but so stiff. He holds himself with purpose when actively thinking, but you catch him having these distant moments. He withers like a violet, a shell that’s too small for his big body. He seems lost and lonely.

You’re glad to do whatever keeps him company. Your goal for the night is to make Grant smile as much as humanly possible, but that’s difficult when he won’t let you know anything about him.

Twenty minutes later, Clark, a local stoner kid who hardly looks up from his phone, waltzes in, stepping around Grant like a wall that’s always been there and throwing a “hey, man” out with zero regard for a response. Classic Clark. That’s why he’s on night shifts.

So you grab your bag and let Grant hold the door open for you.

Maybe you’ve been watching the Durhams too much when they come around, but you feel a compulsion to hold his hand. You don’t, obviously, because you only just heard this guy speak for the first time today. It would also be incredibly awkward to hold Grant’s hand in the dead silence that follows on your way up the gravel path.

You’re so consumed by figuring out what to say next that you don’t notice till the beast is right there.

An elk walks right in front of you, taller than Grant. From this angle the animal blocks the entire view of your house it’s so big, and you jump back, slamming into your startled escort’s chest.

You both freeze as it moves slowly at a diagonal to the other side of woods, bringing it and its gigantic horns closer still.

It squawks like some sort of awful banshee and stamps huge hoofs. You throw your weight backward and spin to flee, clambering over Grant’s body.

Why you’re so scared, who knows; you should be used to the wildlife, but no creature has ever done this before.

The most shocking thing, however, is how strongly Grant tries to hold you immobile.

The harsh grip on your waist and the way he hisses through his teeth for you to stop should be your hint, but instead you cling to him harder, asking quietly if the animal is gone.

“Uh…” Grant tenses against you. “It’s…it’s just—“ he shudders when you wriggle “—yes, gone,” he bites out, pushing you away by the hips.

He takes a second to breathe, buries his hands in his pockets, and leans forward, gathering himself.

It was scary. That could have turned nasty very quickly. You were lucky Grant was there and calm…except he was sorta the reason you were distracted in the first place.

Finally composed, he sighs and motions forward. “Let’s get you home.”

Two months later, Grant’s initial five o’clock shadow has come in nicely.

You’ve learned the routine of their check-in. There’s only one room available, unfortunately, but if they stay more than two days, there should be another open.

Tom shrugs and offers a playful, “we’ll see. We go where the wind takes us.” He smooths his palm over a fresh fade at his nape and the sharp angles of his goatee.

“And you, I see, have stopped in for a cut with Terrence in town. He loves the three slices like that.” That's how the barber marks his work. Terrence's shop is very popular.

“It’s a good signature. Wish I could'a convinced this big lug to get a trim.” Tom elbows his friend who stares at his feet.

Grant runs his fingers through his golden locks and swallows. “Yeah, well, maybe next time.”

Without realizing what you’re doing, you stand on the rungs of your stool behind the counter and reach for his lusciously full beard.

“Don’t you dare get rid of this,” you chide, fingertips grazing the skin of his cheek beneath the course yet soft hairs.

You should apologize. You should let go and sit back down. You should professionally hand them their key and be done with it, but instead, you linger, watching his blue eyes darken with a primal devastation.

He’s prey caught in a cage.

You release Grant’s face with an awkward laugh and a shake of your head.

Tom makes his own, very knowing face, and winks.

“You should do that more. Touch him. He could use it.”

Grant clears his throat harshly and blushes, mumbling something about which room number you said they had and that he’ll bring the other bags from the car. He leaves. Tom takes the keys with another wink and a sassy tap on the hardwood.

“Thank ya, ma’am. We appreciate it.”

It’s about twenty minutes later when your pen rolls off the edge of the counter, you find a small duffle left where Grant stood.

“He was joking. It was a joke,” Grant blurts when he finds you standing there to give it back.

You just smile and say Tom isn’t wrong.

“So, if you ever just want a hug…” you mutter, taking a chance to scratch at his bearded chin again. “Not like you’re gonna hurt me.”

He looks back inside, as if seeking permission or checking to make sure his friend is still in the bathroom, singing in the shower.

Grant can’t seem to meet you halfway, but he does inch forward, struggling to word a simple ‘yes.’

The tentative embrace starts with only the top of his chest touching you, bent so his butt is out, no pressure on his hands at your shoulders, so you push a little more and a little more. You get close enough he needs to wrap his arms around you instead. He has to stand straight so his chin doesn’t poke your forehead. He whimpers slightly when your own arms encircle his tiny waist.

A few breaths later, he relaxes into a lovely full-body hug, his rough fingertips on your bare skin where your shirt bunched up. You’re both being human, no more, no less, tangled in simple comfort.

Grant tucks his face into your collarbone suddenly and squeezes, not so hard that it hurts but not gently either. The move tickles you with his beard, your hands pawing up his back as you giggle, and he whines like wounded prey.

“Hey, it’s okay,” you soothe. “I can be here, if you want, to hold. It’s okay.”

That has the opposite effect you intended, knocking him out of some soft reverie and launching him back a foot, a necessary but unwelcome distance.

Grant looks guilty, needy, and resigned as he thanks you for returning the bag and sees you out the door.

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A/N: This will be the shortest (probably) of all the parts, and yeah, we get into some smuttier moments pretty quickly... Stay tuned!

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—everything is orange. [ iii ]

pairing: lando norris x kpop idol! reader

summary: a racecar driver who needed a fake girlfriend to dispel rumors and a kpop idol who needed publicity for her song. somewhere in between orange cars and orange sunsets, stands something they're afraid of naming.

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“Are you feeling better now?” Lando asks, concern marring his handsome features. True to his words, he comes by your hotel room after he finishes the qualifying race. You don't expect him to. The race ended quite late in the evening and you're sure he has to prepare for tomorrow but he's knocking on your door by quarter to twelve and you let him in. He’ll start tomorrow in fourth position, he told you. You acted pleasantly surprised at his revelation as if you didn't watch an illegal livestream of the race on your phone earlier.

“Yeah,” you nod.

He lets out a relieved sigh, hand coming up to his chest, “Oh thank fuck. I was worried.”

“By the way, thank you for driving me home last night. I didn't mean to fall asleep.”

“Did Jinnie tell you that?”

“No, it's in X. They saw you carrying me to your car.”

Your sleeping face on camera is going to haunt your dreams forever. The oily skin and your mouth hanging open. You don't sleep pretty. Knetizens like playing god, smiting everything not pretty, especially celebrities. You're not checking out Naver lately because you're scared of finding what's there.

“Were you doing something? I can leave if you're busy.”

“It's nothing important,” you wave your hand dismissively. “Just working on a song.”

Lando’s eyebrows rise to his hairline.

“You produce songs?”

You nod, humming.

“The reason I agreed to this PR stunt is to get publicity for my upcoming single,” you explain. You assume Lando already knows about it, the real reason why you're here. Despite that, you still tell him anyway. “Wanna hear it, boyfriend?”

“I didn't know you produce songs.”

“Well, now you know.”

He laughs at the dryness of your tone.

“Well, I’m glad you offered. I wouldn't mind listening.”

“It's all just basic melodies. Nothing concrete.”

You hand him a headphone.

“So you’re like KPop Charlie Puth?”

Lando takes the headphone.

“Please, I can't even compare to his producing skills.”

You press play on Demo_42.

You order hotel service food because he tells you he hasn't eaten and while you both finish the bowls of noodles, you converse with each other. Talking with Lando is easy, you find out. He knows how to keep the conversation alive and going despite the fact that you don't have much to say most of the time, that you frequently speak with finality. You praise him during the conversation once. He says he’s got practice from his teammate, who, like you, is a man of few words. He decides it is time to go back to his hotel at 2:50 AM.

“Thank you for today, boyfriend,” you say and if you sound too sincere, you like to think it’s because you’re a good actress.

A flustered laugh escapes his throat.

“I like the sound of that, girlfriend.”

A pause.

“I think I learned a lot about you today,” he scratches his nose and moves his hands as if he doesn't know what to do with them. “Thanks. For that.”

You wave your hand dismissively, as if to tell him that you don't need his thanks.

“Drive safe.”

“Good night, girlfriend.”

The WAG wardrobe of the day consisted of a Dsquared2 black suited jumpsuit and Versace crystal medusa ‘95 sandals of the same color. For accessories, you go with silver. Rings are your staple and earrings to pair. You don't wear a necklace.

When you reach for your racer jacket, a personal favorite that you think will absolutely be the highlight of your outfit with its white-red-black color combo, Jinnie stops you.

“Wear the McLaren one,” she orders, pointing at the McLaren jacket that sits on the couch. Orange. Bright. Easy to notice. It's almost as if it’s begging for attention.

You grimace.

“No.”

“[Name],” Jinnie’s voice holds warning. You ignore it. Obedience is not your strong suit.

“No.”

Despite your insistence, you end up leaving the racer jacket at the hotel and bringing the tacky McLaren one to the paddock. You secretly brought a black blazer and shove it inside your shoulder bag, which caused the bag to look like a Minecraft block. You pout childishly in the backseat of the car. You don't like orange.

“Stop pouting.”

“Don’t tell me what to do.”

You hear Jinnie sigh, exasperated.

“I can't with you sometimes.”

You ask Jinnie to drive by a coffee shop. You tell her what you wanted to get—an iced Americano with five shots of espresso and Lando’s coffee—and she leaves to buy it while you stay inside the car and patiently wait for her to return. She insisted on getting the coffee herself and you do not dare to complain. You like it this way anyway.

Jinnie, like the day of the FP1, drops you off at the same parking lot. You hop off the car.

“Text me when you need help. I’ll be nearby.”

You give her a thumbs up and Jinnie drives off.

It's night time but you pull a pair of sunglasses on, toss a ball cap over your head, and a face mask to cover the rest of your face. The McLaren jacket is tied around your shoulders. You don't want to wear it but Jinnie insists it has to be on your being. You're waiting for an opportunity to take it off, perhaps at the garage. You can strategically leave it on an empty chair or any flat surface and act like you have forgotten it.

You carry your phone in your right hand, your paddock pass and a paper zarf with two takeout coffees in the left. You send a quick message to Lando.

you: here

He replies not even three seconds later.

lando: coming

lando: same place?

you: okk heading there now

you: you reply fast

you: do you always hold your phone while in the garage?

lando: it's either i reply fast or i reply a week later take your pick

You let out an amused snort and lock your phone. You begin walking.

You freeze mid-step. The path you took on the day of the FP1 is filled with people. It's not supposed to be this crowded. This is a place far away from the stands and the track and the general admission area. It's also a good distance away from the team garages and the food stalls. It shouldn't be this crowded.

Your hands begin to tremble and become clammy. You lower your head, gaze fixing on the cement pathwalk. The people haven't noticed that it's you. At least, not yet. That's good. You can still leave and hide.

This is not what we planned, says your conscience. You're not a coward. Why are you running away like one?

I’m not a coward. If you say it as many times as you can, perhaps it will become the truth.

You turn around but begin to hesitate midway as you remember something.

Lando’s on his way. You can't leave now.

You swallow hard and turn back up front slowly. You let out a shaky breath and force your heart to become steady. You clench your hands into fists in an attempt to get them to start shaking.

They can't see my face, you assure yourself mentally.

Your hands, now fists, are still trembling.

I can do this.

You walk into the den of lions, not looking back even once. You take deep breaths underneath your mask. Inhale through your nose and exhale through your mouth; it's not going well for you. The longer you perform the breathing exercises, the more you think you're going to end up with a public meltdown.

They're all looking at you.

You can feel their collective gazes.

“Is that her?” you hear someone murmur. Your shoulders turn tense but you keep walking.

“It’s her, right?”

“I don't think so. She could be just a random fan.”

“Wait, look at the jacket. It has Lando’s last name stitched at the hem.”

A loud gasp, “Is that his personal jacket?”

“That's her! That's [Name]!”

Someone snatches your cap. Your eyes widen. You hurriedly turn your head to the side. Your sunglasses fly off at the abrupt movement. Your panic intensifies and you feel the air in your lungs running away and your throat closing up. The same way the crowd closes up on you. None of them even grant you the mercy of leaving a tiny gap for you to escape through. You are but a sheep in a den of lions about to be slaughtered.

You see faces and the backs of phones all pointing at you. They're all screaming your name, excitement apparent in their loud voices. You don't understand any other word they're saying, only your name. The chanting of [Name], [Name], [Name]; the tone slowly shifts into eerie the longer you listen to it.

They hate you.

They always do.

If this exact situation you're in happened two years ago, before the scandal, you would have adored the attention. You know how to handle a crowd confidently, the best at it among all the members of ORACLE if you dare say so.

But now, the attention is just….

You want nothing more than to hide from it.

No matter how you try to convince yourself that you can handle it, that you can handle when everybody looks at you, you can’t. You try to control how your mind thinks but ultimately, it is your mind that controls your entire being.

Someone snatches the face mask off your face before you can stop them. Now, you feel too naked, too bare. You slap a hand over the lower half of your face, dropping the coffee cups and your paddock pass down on the ground. You hiss when the coffee burns your feet. A chorus of surprised yelps. A few curse words are thrown in the air. Because of the spilled coffee, the crowd parts. You see a space and you waste no time weaving yourself from the people to try and leave.

The gap disappears when a person blocks it and you halt in your steps, almost colliding with the person. Your chin snaps up and your eyes widen, terrified, when Kang Geon Ho’s familiar face smiles at you. Kang Geon Ho, the sun to your Icarus, the one responsible for your downfall.

“Smile, [Name].”

A camera lens appear. The camera clicks just as a hand comes up to block it. Before you know it, the camera is wrenched away from your face.

“Fuck off, mate. That's too close.”

You’ve never never been more relieved seeing Lando there again.

The crowd grows impossibly louder. You have to cover your ears with your hands so the sheer volume of everyone’s screams won't damage your eardrums. Your eyes met Lando’s worried ones. He's frowning, you notice. You see his mouth move. He's talking to you, but you're not hearing anything and you can't read his lips either. You figure he’s asking you if you want to leave with him so you nod, a little too eagerly.

You don't expect him to throw you over his shoulder and make a run for it, a surprised scream already making its way out of your throat as your hands grip his hair so you won't fall.

username: livetweeting from the paddock rn and i think i just witnessed smth bizarre. i think i just saw a driver (or was it a mechanic??? idk really) running with someone on their shoulder

username: is there a kidnapping going on inside the paddock??

username: girl it's lando and his girl

username: what 😭😭

Your chest rises and falls in quick breaths as you try to catch your breath. You're leaning against the wall, both hands pressing flat against the wall for support. Spots are invading your visions, not disappearing even after finally standing upright. The bright orange color of the walls isn’t helping you either. You think you're going to lose consciousness or vomit your brunch or both.

“I think she needs to sit down,” the brunette sweetheart says. She was already in the garage when Lando pulled up with you in tow, locking hands with the guy you recognized as Lando’s teammate. It's a no-brainer. She's another WAG like you.

“No thank you,” you say in between heavy breaths. You start coughing. Lando rubs your back in soothing circles. “I’m fine. Just… I’m anemic.”

You need to start fixing your sleep schedule at your earliest convenience. Need to start exercising, too. You're not even this unfit before.

“Lando, mate, come on,” Oscar berates. “Is your IQ a single digit number?”

“I was just trying to get her out, mate!” Lando defends himself.

Oscar’s girlfriend shakes her head at the two. She draws closer to you, taking your hand in hers and pulls you away from the busy part of the garage and towards the back.

“I think it's best if we move someone less crowded, hm?”

You hear Lando protesting but you don't bother glancing back at him as Oscar coaxes him.

The girl makes you sit down in a monoblock chair she found, hands you a battery-operated mini fan that she conjured from inside her tote bag, and takes the empty space beside you.

“Are you thirsty?” You shake your head.

“Just dizzy,” you sigh. “Thank you, uh….”

“It's Lily,” she smiles. Lily is such a perfect name for a girl as sweet as her. You dip your chin to a light bow.

“I’m [Name].”

You and Lily watch the race together. She is pleasant company. She only talks when she needs to, which makes you happy because you’re not a person who’s particularly fond of chit chat. You don't hide your confusion as you both spectate the races projected on the large screen; you don't know what's happening for half the race. Lily is kind enough to explain everything to you. You know, you can tell if someone is intelligent when they are able to dumb down complicated information and explain it to another person where the information is easily understandable. Lily is definitely an intelligent woman.

“You're so…” you try to find the right word. “... Knowledgeable at this. Like not just the race and rules but the engines and cars and—”

You move your hand and hope it conveys what you're trying to say.

Lily giggles, “I’m studying engineering so I understand how the cars work. Most of the time, at least.

Your mouth forms an O, amazed.

She’s the type of woman you’d bring home to meet your parents. Oscar, that lucky motherfucker. You turn your gaze back to the monitor.

“You?”

You chuckle nervously, “I-I didn't finish uni.”

“I’m not finished with university either,” Lily says and you appreciate the underlying message in her words—there’s nothing to be ashamed about if you didn't finish uni. But here's the difference between you and Lily. She's going to finish uni some day. You're never going to.

South Korea is known for their high standards in education and you once received backlash when you shared that you only finished a year and one semester in university before dropping out.

“Psychology,” you tell her. “One year and one sem.”

“Psychology is such an interesting program.”

“Yeah.” It's the only course that the scholarship program you applied to is willing to offer to you. You didn't choose it because you wanted to. You were so poor you don't even have the luxury of a choice. “Agreed.”

You continue watching.

“Oh that was smart of him,” you note. “The red one. He’s going to win.”

“Ferrari?”

“Yeah. The one in front of Lando,” you point out.

“I think Lando can overtake him. Or maybe one of the Mercedes since they got fresh tires while the first two are still using their old ones.”

“Correct me if I’m wrong but the red one slowed down slightly until Lando was one second behind him. Then, Lando activated the DRS—that’s called a DRS, right?” Lily nods in confirmation. “And then that, uh… buffered the DRS of the fast black car behind Lando. So with that, Lando is able to defend his place but since he’s busy defending his place, he can't overtake the red car at the front.”

Giving yourself an advantage in the guise of helping someone. You rub your fingertips together in thought.

“Only three laps left. He’s going to win. Lando will either come second or third.”

“You’re quick at this,” Lily compliments.

You shrug nonchalantly despite feeling suddenly shy on the inside at the praise, “I try.”

“They used to be teammates, by the way.”

“Who?”

“Carlos and Lando.”

“Oh.”

You turn out to be right. The red car—the Ferrari and its driver, Carlos Sainz—wins the Singapore Grand Prix. Lando is a close second. Everyone inside the garage screams in pure ecstasy when he crosses the finish line and the checkered flag waves above the livery. You and Lily stand to clap your hands, happy for Lando. Lily’s boyfriend finishes seventh and you clap your hands for her, happy for her and her boy.

“Let's go to the podium, boys!”

You and Lily sit back down on your chairs so you can watch the ceremony on the screen but a mechanic comes by, tugs your arm, and says, “Come on! Your boyfriend is on the podium!”

Your eyes widen and you glance back at Lily, who grins widely at you and waves her hand encouragingly. Go, she mouths. You gulp and bend your head low as you make your way out of the garage and into the open. You lost your cap, your face mask, and your sunglasses at the earlier incident so you feel too bare. You want to go back to the garage. The garage is safer.

But you know full well that the world will question your absence. Why wouldn't a WAG support her boyfriend on the podium? They’d doubt your relationship and that's the last thing you need to happen right now.

You purse your lips and follow the other McLaren mechanics, speed walking while they all jog. You watch the awarding at the front row, strategically standing near a tall McLaren aerodynamic engineer so you can hide behind him once you see a camera panning in your direction.

Lando shines on top. Even if he's only second, he shines as if he’s the race winner. You're proud of him. You’re not acting this time.

You slowly clap your hands and smile in a way a girlfriend does when his boyfriend does something incredible—lovingly and in awe. All the people in McLaren watch Lando with proud faces.

He’s loved, you realize. Very much so. By his entire team. He’s his team’s prince. That's why they worked so hard in protecting him to the point that they'll hire a fake girlfriend to kill the rumors that damaged his reputation. And when a team loves their prince, the prince shines.

You used to be like this, too. HAN Ent used to love you like this. Not anymore.

He meets your eyes and they look gray and you notice how they widen slightly as if he didn't expect you to be here. Then, he grins, lifting the bottle of champagne as if he’s trying to show it to you. You give him a thumbs up and laugh, covering your face as you do so.

You return to the garage after the ceremony and the fireworks display. You and Lily wait patiently together for your boyfriends—your fake boyfriend but boyfriend nonetheless; you’re unsure if Lily and Oscar and any other McLaren staff employee besides the PR team are aware of the nature of your relationship with Lando—to finish the formalities of a post-race. The podiums, the interviews, and whatnot.

When they enter the garage, Lily immediately goes straight to Oscar, who meets her halfway and engulfs her in a tight hug. Your heart softens.

You turn to Lando who stands closely behind Oscar. He's looking at Oscar and Lily before he trails his gaze to you. Shrugging his shoulders, he opens his arms. You raise a single questioning brow.

“Come on, girlfriend.”

“No.”

“Why?”

“You're sweaty.”

“You don't see Lily complaining that Oscar’s sweaty.”

Lando inches towards you. You take a cautious step back.

“Lando, no.”

A mischievous glint appears in his eyes. You prepare yourself to make a run for it.

“Lando, no. LANDO!”

He breaks out into a sprint. Naturally, you also make a run for it, not wanting to hug a very sweaty Lando.

You tire yourself quickly and your heels put you in a great disadvantage. Naturally, Lando catches in his arms in just a few minutes. You struggle against his arms at first then later, you resign to your fate despite not liking the feeling of sticky and damp skins. You're not the fittest person and Lando is a high-performance athlete; you fought a losing game.

“Oh, right,” Lando pulls away but still remains holding your wrists. “The team is planning to celebrate tonight. Do you want to come with me?”

With me, you note. Not with us but with me.

“Raincheck?” You're not sure if you’re using the right word in the right context. Hence, the questioning tone.

“Not a party girl, aren't you?”

You shake your head, “I prefer working in my hotel room anyway.”

“Oh right…. The song….”

“Mhm, the song.”

Lando glances at your surroundings. The mechanics are packing up everything now.

“I mean, I can miss the party.”

You raise a brow, confused.

“Why would you want to miss the party? You're second place today.”

Lando makes a weird noise that sounds like it's between an amused laugh and a disappointed groan, “Don't remind me. But yeah, I can miss it. Oscar already went with Lily anyway. I think it'll be suspicious if I spend the night partying instead of going with you, am I right, girlfriend?”

You roll your eyes, though not unkindly. He is right, you suppose.

“Besides, PR scheduled a hard launch today.”

Ah, dreadful hard launches. You need to make a new Instagram account just for Lando when you return to the hotel. It's a drag. You’ve never operated Instagram since 2021. You’ve kept burner accounts in Tiktok and X, formerly Twitter, but never Instagram. Not since the scandal.

“Okay."

Lando grins with glee.

“Come on, girlfriend.”

username1: IT’S CONFIRMED GUYS IT'S CONFIRMED

username2: AAAAAAHHHH F1TV HARDLAUNCHING THEIR RELATIONSHIP BEFORE ANY OF THEM CONFIRMS

username3: lando already did

username4: by accident 😭 does it even count as a hard launch

Lando snorts audibly from his place on the couch. You look up from your laptop and send him a confused look. You're inside your hotel room again, enjoying the silence while basking in each other's presence.

He shows you the tweet, making you cringe when you see your face on the screen.

“Did McLaren Racing tell them I was your partner?”

“I think so, yeah.”

You sigh.

“Well, it's nice to know they told everyone for us. At least, we don't have to do it ourselves.”

“Do I even need to hard launch you now?”

You shrug.

username5: lando wins p2 and girlie’s reaction was like:

username6: lmaooo why does she look so angry she be squinting at everything 😤 gurl never beating the bitchy allegations

username7: what kind of wag is this? she should just go back to south korea fr idk what lando sees in her

LandoNorris: Hi! To clarify, my girlfriend’s default face is angry but she's not angry, she's just confused. and she’s squinting because of astigmatism. She actually isn't sure what's happening because everything is so fast for her.

LandoNorris: And she's holding her bangs so it wouldn't fly away in the wind lol. She forgot to spray it this morning. Please don't misunderstand thanks.

username6: LANDO???

username8: lmao lando be suddenly remembering that he has a twt acc just to tell people not to badmouth his girl

username9: MORE LOWQUAL [NAME] SCREENSHOTS

username10: ugh she looks so annoying and fake fr

username11: get a life

Lando reports the hate tweet before he shows you your pictures.

“Your bangs are so thick. It's like you’re hiding a dozen secrets in there.”

You snort, “I might be.”

“What secrets?”

In the most serious, no nonsense tone you can muster, you say, “I killed my mother.”

Lando laughs.

username12: LANDO CAN YOU FIGHT BARK BARK

LandoNorris: 🤺🤺🤺

username13: i want lando’s girl 😭😭😭

LandoNorris: well too bad, she doesn't want you, she wants me

username14: LMAO CANT BELIEVE IM SEEING JEALOUS LANDO

username15: rip fuckboi lando, hello loyal and protective bf lando

LandoNorris: Well, cat’s out of the bag now 🤷

LandoNorris: But I'm still not very happy with what happened earlier before the race. Our relationship might be out now but it doesn't make it okay for all of you to gather around [Name] like what happened today. I sincerely ask everyone to respect us.

“Oh, that's a sick beat," Lando lifts his head.

“Sick?”

“I mean it's good. Good sick. Not like sick sick, fever sick.”

He’s saying the word “sick” a little too much.

“Woo, that wasn't very cool of me.”

“You're lucky I’m fake dating you even if you’re uncool.”

“Uh, rude?”

A phone ring interrupts you both. It's not yours.

Lando stands from the couch and walks away to answer the call on the balcony. You continue tweaking the bits. It still doesn't sound like it's worthy to be a single. This song has to be perfect. It doesn't have to be SOTY material, it just has to be the song. You have to make a mark to gain your relevance in the KPop industry back.

Lando comes back, his phone against his ear.

“Do you mind helping me out, baby?”

“What is it?” you ignore the way your heart wavers slightly because of the “baby.” It's not the word. You're used to hearing people call sweet pet names. It's just the way he utters it. You can't find a few accurate words to describe it. Affectionate? Soft? Real.

“My family kinda….wants to see you?” He pulls the phone away from his ear and covers the microphone of the gadget with his hand. He whispers: “They don't know we're fake dating and they just saw the race.”

“Oh,” you hurriedly fix yourself, straightening your hair and setting your laptop aside. Family wasn't in the list of the people allowed to know of the PR stunt. You're not surprised that Lando didn't tell them. However, you still didn't expect them to call their son over this. “Video call or…?”

“Video.”

You nod. You hurriedly smooth out the creases of your top.

“Do I look perfect now?”

“Beautiful.”

You give him a look. You won't accept anything less than perfect.

“You look okay, [Name].”

“I’m going to get my powder—”

Lando grabs your elbow, “No, you’re already beautiful. You don't need to reapply. Oh, look, hey Mum!”

Your eyes widen and you cover the lower half of your face with your palm as Lando moves the phone so the two of you can be seen on the screen. You shyly wave and his mother proceeds to scream. You jump slightly.

“Sorry, that was your sister.”

Lando laughs, shaking his head.

“You have a sister?” you whisper-ask.

“Yeah,” he holds up two fingers. “Two younger ones. They're Corales.”

Your eyes widen. Corale is the fandom of ORACLE. (You hate this name but that's what the company decided.)

“You're serious.”

“Dead serious,” Lando says. “That's why they called immediately. You're Cisca’s bias. Flo is OT7.”

You gape. You can't believe you're hearing this.

“I—”

Your surprise turns into horror. Lando's sisters are definitely aware of your scandal. As fans of ORACLE, they're certainly updated about it.

Shit.

“Let me talk to her. Let me talk to her. Oh my god, hiiiiii.”

You force yourself to smile and shyly wave at his sister. She squeals, excited.

“OH MY GOD, LANDO YOU FINALLY DID SOMETHING RIGHT IN YOUR LIFE.”

“Hey!” Lando barks. “Can you at least act like you respect me in front of my girlfriend please? Jeez, Cisca.”

“Let me see her—Oh my god, I will cry. Annyeong [Name]-unnie! Eotteohge jinaeseyo? Dangsin-eun neomu yeppeuda!”

You chuckle softly, “Hi, I’m doing well. Thank you for asking.”

“Your Korean is terrible.”

“Shut up, Kinder.”

“I think your Korean is wonderful. Lando is just being mean,” you say, making Lando gasp as if your words offended him. “I love your hair.”

She squeals again, delighted.

“She noticed my hair! Oh my god! I went to the salon today just to talk to you! Wait, you’re speaking English?”

“I can speak English, yes.”

You turn to Lando, “What’s her name again?”

“Cisca.”

“Cisca,” you repeat slowly, testing how it sounds from your tongue.

“She said my name!”

You chuckle.

“Kinder, you are never ever allowed to mess this up! If you break up with her, I'm going to break your legs."

Cisca gets shoved away and another girl replaces her on the screen. Ah, she must be Flo, you think. She and Cisca look alike.

“Hi [Name]!”

“Hi Flo.”

“Have I already told you I loved you?”

You're unsure how to respond, “Thank you?”

“That's enough,” Lando decides, moving the phone away. You hear a series of protests.

“No, no, that’s enough.”

“Don't gatekeep your girlfriend!”

Lando, like a brat, sticks his tongue out to the camera, “I will do whatever I want.”

“Is she going to be in Suzuka? I’m flying to Suzuka! I need to see her!”

“Bye Flo, bye Cisca, bye Mum. Tell Dad and Oliver I said hi.”

“Kinder!”

Lando playfully sticks out his tongue towards the phone and ends the call.

You can't help but feel relieved. You expected them to hate you. But they didn't. So you're grateful.

“That wasn't very nice. They still wanted to talk.”

“No. They just wanted to fangirl.”

You shake your head at him.

“By the way, you’re coming to Suzuka, right? With me?”

He said with me instead of with us again.

“When is that again?”

You can't remember dates very well.

“The 24th.”

“The FP1?”

“No, the FP1’s on the 22nd.”

You press your tongue against the inside of your cheek, “I have to go back to Seoul and talk to Yoon PD-nim.”

Further discussions about the whole agreement and situation has to be made. He sent you to Singapore only a day after accepting Yoon PD-nim's proposal. He didn't elaborate on the situation enough but has promised to explain after Singapore.

“I’ve never been to South Korea before.”

“You should come and visit then," you say, nonchalant.

“Okay, I’ll tell my manager I’m flying with you.”

You blink.

“Heh?”

Koreaboo: Former member of ORACLE, [Name] spotted today at Incheon International Airport with Formula One Racer boyfriend after the Singapore Grand Prix. Click the link to read more about this news.

koreabooo.com

“So you brought the boy along?”

“He brought himself.”

A heavy sigh goes past Yoon PD-nim’s lips. He lowers the paper in his hand to his desk. It's the revised contract with McLaren.

“What did they think about this?”

He’s referring to the contract.

“This isn't what was initially planned.”

“I know.”

“How did you get them to agree with your terms?”

Your terms, you note. His choice of words only remind you how alone you really are. The company is sending you as a soldier to a war you don't know how to navigate into and will do nothing to help you. They'll only wait for you to come back, either as a corpse or as a victor. If you return a corpse, they’ll dump you. Your contract is going to end in less than eleven months, it’ll be easy for them to do so. If you return a victor, they’ll reap all the benefits you sowed. You noticed a new McLaren in the parking lot today. Yoon PD-nim is already reaping benefits. If you're lucky, the only benefit you’ll get after this is a solo debut promotion and a contract extension.

“I did what I could."

You pushed a bluff and hoped it would go your way. Fortunately, it did go your way.

A proud smile appears on Yoon PD-nim's lips.

“I knew I was right in choosing you.”

He can never be so wrong.

A knock on the door ruins your concentration, causing you to draw a stray jagged line on the paper. You sigh, muttering a shibal beneath your breath. You do a quick glance on the time projected in your laptop—11:31 PM. You assume it’s Min Hee, a member of ORACLE who promised to come by earlier after her rehearsal for her solo in the upcoming MAMA Awards in November. It's still quite early to start practicing for the award show but Minhee always liked doing things in advance. When you open the door, your eyes widen.

It's not Minhee.

“Lando?”

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the good, the bad and what could’ve been — lando norris (part two)

summary – nine years. an age gap that you didn’t know would cause so much heartache. you tell yourself that it’s fine, he tells you that he could give you the world but this was a cautionary tale of what could’ve been if you just let love win. pairing – lando norris x you (female reader) chapter rating – 18+ (smut, language, age gap/older woman) word count – over 10k inspired by charlie puth's song called boy. masterlist

part one | part two | part three

Previously... And there you were, lost in the crowd, searching. Lando wondered for a second whether you were looking for him or if your friend had just come over to tell you something and she was coming back. But when your eyes met, you smiled big. Grinning and relieved to see those bright blue eyes drawing you in from across the room, a familiar face to ease your nerves. You glided to him like a magnet magically pulling you both to the halfway point, hands immediately reaching, needy to feel the others touch again.

Winnie’s words rang in your ears, so sure of herself and what she knew about you. Your bad habits. You wanted to spite her and bid Lando farewell but when you watched his tongue swipe across his pouty bottom lip and that boyish smile tug at the corners of his mouth again, you were done for – hook, line and sinker.

“Do you wanna get out of here?”

The soft, distant patter of water coming from the bathroom was what stirred you awake from the slumber you’d fallen into after your unexpected late night rendezvous. You hadn’t planned on falling asleep but the combination of a hangover and finding yourself completely at the mercy of the comfiest bed known to mankind, you were out like a light. Spent. Aching in places never felt before, satisfied, blissfully unaware of the complications that your impulses had caused. But at least you’d gotten a couple of hours of sleep.

Lando, on the other hand had somehow been able to drag his weary body out of the king sized bed you were sprawled out in, nothing covering his skin besides the light scratches that you had left behind as a temporary reminder of your night together. The taut muscles on his strong back contracted as he slid the bathroom door open and closed it quietly behind him.

You took his absence as a chance to find your underwear and the hair tie that was flung across the room at some stage during what you coined ‘an opportunity to get to know each other’. The former was easier to find than the hair tie, which was always destined to be lost in the chaos, hidden somewhere in the darkness. The apartment was pin-drop quiet – the only sound was the shower running and your quiet footsteps tapping across the dark hickory floorboards, exiting the bedroom.

The descent down the staircase nearly did you in, back aching and knees like jelly but you made it into the lounge where his jeans had been thrown over the glass balustrade from above, clothing strewn over the couch where your night had begun, images of how it started flooding back and making your cheeks flush at the memory.

“Before we go any further, how old are you?” You fumbled the question against Lando’s lips, wanting nothing more than to take this to the bedroom, desperate to feel an ounce of rigour for the first time in months.

“I’m 23,” He mumbled back, mouth attached to your neck as your eyebrows furrowed, calculating and crunching the numbers, attempting to put some distance between you and the ravenous man clinging to your skin.

“What!? You’re twenty –” “Just… don’t think about it.”

He knew you were older from the way you commanded a room and from the way you kissed him. You weren’t like the other girls he’d been involved with during his time on the road, jet setting across the world. You were a woman – powerful, sexy, demanding of more than the mediocrity you were usually served and he’d convinced himself that he was up for the challenge. Now he needed to convince you.

“I’m an adult – you’re an adult. And this feels really good, yeah? Especially when I kiss you here… and here.”

He was selling it, and selling it well – his long, slender fingers traced your ticklish ribs, palms slowly travelling down your lower back, voice deep and smooth, lips ghosting your ear, whispering all the right things. If your quick maths was correct, nine years wasn’t too crazy. You could work with that as long as nobody else found out.

“Let me show you how good I can make you feel.”

You shook your head, sighing to yourself at how ridiculous the aftermath looked. The carnage spread across the room, corner to corner representing how primal the two of you felt in the moment, ripping clothes and grabbing every inch of skin possible. Tipsy but sober enough to know that it was exactly what you needed, craved, giggling like naughty teenagers while you tried not to slip off the couch and ruin the steamy kiss that was sending shivers down your spine, even now.

Enamoured really was the only way to describe how you felt about Lando under the guise of inebriated secrecy but now, in the cold light of day, you were filled with confusion – not regret but definitely not elation either. Mixed emotions that you needed to sift through in the comfort of your own home and away from the crime scene. That would help, you thought as you collected your skirt and bra from the coffee table, slipping it all on in a rush.

While you shuffled around trying to find your handbag, Lando stood at the top of the stairs, watching you scramble around his living room. He paused for a moment, contemplating whether he should stop you. He wanted to, of course but watching the person who he’d shared the night with so obviously needing to make a quick escape made him question what last night meant. He had a good idea of what it meant to him – possibly the beginnings of at the very least a budding friendship, one that may have other benefits attached but a friendship with his neighbour, none the less.

And deep down he wanted to ask you that question, and make sure what happened last night was okay. He hadn’t been left in the dust like this before, always having to gently hint at the person he’d invited into his home to leave without seeming like a dick. But now he was on the receiving end and it didn’t feel great. It felt fucking horrible. And he couldn’t let you leave like that, not if he wanted to know how you were feeling.

You heard footsteps padding down the stairs, the sound causing your head to whip around and catch Lando’s eyes on you. He was shirtless, hair dripping wet from the steaming shower, skin reddened and you could almost bet that he was warm to the touch. His soft, silken skin that melted like butter under your fingernails was shadowed by the darkness, the room barely visible if it wasn’t for the street lamp outside the open window. But you could still see his steely expression – crushed, maybe a little irritated but you’d really only seen him smiling or in a state of pure ecstasy, feeling untainted pleasure. You didn’t know him at all, yet had shared something so intimate. Every instinct was telling you to run but he was so cute.

God, you were beyond conflicted.

Lando had pulled on a pair of joggers that were riding low on his hips and a breathy "wow," was all he said as he jumped off the last step, shaking his head and causing the droplets of water to trickle down his neck. He cleared his throat and shuffled into the lounge room, eyes trained on you – seeking some kind of excuse that would stroke his ego, anything other than you never wanting to see him again.

His tone implied that maybe he thought you were going to scurry away into the night, which was a pretty reasonable assumption. And when you glanced up at him again, you were met with an incredulous stare as he itched the scratches you’d decorated his shoulder with, only now noticing the marks you’d left behind. You averted your eyes, stuffed your phone into the back pocket of your skirt, arms quickly sliding into your leather jacket that you noticed slung over the back of the couch for safekeeping.

It was still dark outside and you knew how bad it all looked, optics wise. Handbag hoisted on your shoulder, eyes darting towards the door. 10 past 5, the analogue clock hanging from the farthest wall read. You were exhausted, hungover and really not in the mood to justify your abrupt exit but you couldn’t ignore the effect you were having on the man standing in front of you, silently waiting for you to explain yourself. Pained. You owed him an explanation, at least.

Lando bent down and picked his jeans up from the creaky floorboards below your feet, folding them neatly over the back of the chair he was standing behind, peeking up towards the clock with you. It was way too early to be up, and there was a part of him that wanted to entice you back to his warm bed and pretend like this awkward interaction never even happened but he could tell from your bloodshot eyes that you were headed for an Irish exit – and he couldn’t stop you.

"I was going to say goodbye," You whispered with as much conviction as you could muster in your drowsy state, unable to truly comfort him with your words.

Lando scoffed under his breath, humoured by your blatant lie and gave you an unconvinced nod, "Whatever you say."

There was a growing silence between the two of you as he walked around and took a seat on the empty couch where your night together began, head in his hands and his fingers tugging hard on his damp curls. He was frustrated and a little confused by the mixed messages. You admitted post-sesh, that you’d enjoyed yourself more than you had in months after the third time he had your writhing under his touch, screaming out his name and the Lords in quick succession. Tangled in his bamboo sheets, paralysed until eventually finding your breath again.

"Is this your usual shtick or should I take it personally?" He asked out of the silence with a wondering look, searching your face for some kind of reassurance that he wasn’t imagining all of this.

You sighed and adjusted your jacket again – fidgeting bought you some time while you figured out how honest you wanted to be with him. Your guard always went back up after a random hook up with a guy you barely knew and you never, ever felt the need to explain yourself but when you scanned his darkening blue eyes, you felt the air being sucked out of your lungs. Breathless and wishing you could wipe away the anguish on his beautiful face. This was a ‘you’ problem and he didn’t deserve to be swept up in your mess, at least not yet.

"Typically I leave them to muddle over that question but I can’t even try and pretend like this..." You pointed between the two of you, "... wasn't obscenely hot."

For some reason, unknown, you needed him to know that – or at least know part of the truth. The other part was that you had severe commitment issues and sharing that with a guy who you’ve just met wasn’t the ideal way to introduce yourself. You’d scared them off in the past with that and you weren’t about to make that mistake again – not when there was a good chance of seeing this person every time you left your apartment.

Lando’s eyes shot up from the floor and the toothy grin on his face that had lured you back to his apartment in the first place indicated that he was pretty pleased with your answer. And no doubt happy with his work, which had been outstanding if you were being candid. That boyish bravado, the one that had you pinning him down and reminding him who was boss only a few hours ago, had returned and you couldn’t stop your own smile mirroring his.

"Well I did think if you were pretending to enjoy it that you deserved an Oscar," Lando joked back, finding his feet again, “That’s the acting award, right?”

You nodded and readjusted your bag again, still with the intent of getting the fuck out of there. You’d done your part and reassured him that what happened last night was great but anything extra would’ve looked like this was more than a hook up, and you couldn’t encourage that with a guy nine years your junior. Not in a million years.

"If I can't convince you to stay a little longer, at least let me make you a cup of tea before you go," He offered, gesturing towards the kitchen that was cloaked in darkness. Truth be told, you hadn’t even registered that there was a kitchen there, only really being shown the bedroom and nothing else. Your priorities were different in the heat of the moment, a house tour falling very quickly to wayside but you were tempted to see how the other half lived, curiosity getting the better of your judgement.

“Sure.”

You sat back as he made you both a brew from the expensive looking kettle tucked away on his kitchen counter and you discovered pretty quickly that you were sitting in what could only be described as a glorified bachelor pad. There were red flags everywhere – the large, extravagant gaming unit was the first thing that caught your eye, followed by the obscene amount of sneakers and motorsports paraphernalia on display in the walkway. You didn’t mind someone having hobbies or passions, but it was borderline obsessive – and excessively boujee. He was obviously doing well for himself financially, one would have to be to live in your neighbourhood, but that didn’t distract from the fact that he was clearly in a different phase in his life, and you didn’t hold that against him. It just wasn’t where you were anymore.

The only saving grace was that your hangover hadn't been too bad considering how much you ended up drinking last night and you thanked your lucky stars. It gave you the strength to be able to process your surroundings and maybe, somehow make a clean break without hurting anyone. Lando was cute and unbelievably good in bed but you needed to find someone safe, someone unwavering who could put your mind at ease about the expectations of an adult relationship – something you’d never really had and definitely not one that the young man standing in front of you had ever experienced, you presumed. Dangerously. And entertaining him would only delay the inevitable and that wasn’t fair on either of you.

"Milk and sugar?" Lando’s ambiguously accented voice startled you out of that deep, pessimistic train of thought – for the best. He was steeping the tea bag and making sure that everything was perfect so he didn’t scare you off. He could sense that you were as good as gone but he was trying.

"Um, just a dash of milk please," You replied softly and he turned around to retrieve the milk, attempting to keep his cool.

He didn’t do this very often, entertaining a woman’s company, especially in his own home. It was sacred to him, in a way. A place he could escape to; where he could be himself with no judgement. His other apartments around the world didn’t even begin to compare to being home in the motherland. Just around the corner was where he went to school, only for a few grades but they were his formative years. The ones where he experienced his first crush, first girlfriend, nearly his first kiss. A couple of streets over was where him, his brother and their parents used to live before his sisters came along, then they upsized to a house in the country, leaving the city behind with their four kids. All these memories meant that he really didn’t do this often and you could tell from the way he was nervously biting the inside of his cheek.

He was obviously trying to make a good impression after your awkward start to the morning but you should’ve been the only one in the room feeling like an idiot. He was sweet, awkward but welcoming and you wanted to make him feel at ease. But as he closed the heavy fridge door, his shoulder caught the handle and slammed it into his side, causing him to exclaim in pain. Echos of his voice filtering through the spacious kitchen.

“Fuck!” He shouted, mumbling incoherently as he composed himself, "I'm that fuckin' exhausted that I’ve lost all motor function," He complained, holding his shoulder and eventually, once the pain subsided, started to laugh lightly.

You had jumped up from the bar stool you were perched on, concern furrowed into your eyebrows until he turned back around. Then you couldn't help but chuckle at the puppy dog eyes and the exaggerated pout on his lips. In that moment, you had an epiphany – a gut feeling. You didn't want this to be the last time you were sat up at his breakfast bar, watching him make you a cup of tea after an ecstasy-filled night together. It was powerful, almost knocked you off your feet when you felt it. Winnie’s words rattled around in your head as you narrowed your eyes and smiled – trust your gut.

“I explicitly remember you saying last night that you’d been training hard recently and that nothing could stop you… Is there a small chance that you exaggerated your stamina?” Your tone was teasing, the question nothing more than a way to bait him into reliving the vision of him having his way with you, memorising every sensation he felt as he poured the milk into your cup.

"Hey, I was going great after the first couple of rounds but that third one..." Lando puffed, cheeks big and a mischievous smirk niggling at his lips, now taunting you with the memories and hoping you were feeling the same heat that he was.

He pushed the scalding teacup across the counter and into your hands and you welcomed it with a smile. You were exhausted and a brew really was the perfect way to wake up the senses. And a perfect way to mark the beginning of whatever the hell this was.

"Yeah you did most of the work on the last one so thank you for that and thank you for the cuppa," You replied and brought the cup to your smirking lips, Lando doing the same.

"My pleasure."

Much to your surprise, and Lando’s astonishment, that wasn’t the last time you found yourself perched on a bar stool, having breakfast with your handsome neighbour. It became a regular occurrence for the next week at least, exchanging numbers and texting any time either of you felt the desire to get reacquainted again. He had a week with you before he had to leave the county – a business trip, he vaguely explained but you were content with that. You didn’t need to know the in’s and out’s of his schedule – you really just wanted him, preferably naked in your bed.

“It’ll only be for a couple of weeks and then I’ll be back,” Lando yawned as you nuzzled into his neck, pressing soft kisses across his jaw, “Hopefully you don’t forget about me.”

That statement stopped you in your tracks, you had agreed on no feelings – no strings attached. You were having a bit of fun, harmless, no questions asked kind of fun and you thought you were on the same page with that as you pulled away and looked at the smirking devil laying beside you, bare naked and wrapped around your finger, “Very funny.”

“Got you.”

You blinked a couple of times, sighing at how soft he looked bathing in the sunrays sneaking through your curtains, “You are so pretty.”

Lando stifled a laugh and tucked away the stray strands of your hair that he’d accidentally pulled into your face when he shuffled under the sheets, snaking a strong around your waist, “I’ve got nothing on you.”

A hum melodically rumbled in your chest as you looked up at the ceiling, hand wrapped around his forearm, contentedly circling the skin that was warm to the touch. Lightly haired, freckled, tanned – perfectly complimenting the crisp linen sheets that you’d put on the bed before he pranced over the road and rang your apartment number, buzzing it one too many times and feeling like he was coming across a little too keen. But he was excited to see you, dying to touch you. Truth be told, he didn’t want to leave London for work. The last thing he wanted was to be flogged by his trainer, reviewing footage and analysing data from what felt like months ago in Monaco.

It really hadn’t been that long but you had waltzed into his life early December, like the perfect storm, disrupting all of his plans for a Dubai new years. Maybe he was getting ahead of himself but he couldn’t deny that staying in London with you for New Year's had crossed his mind because here you were; lazily loving on him, kissing every inch of skin that was in reach of your perfect lips, making him forget about the string that may or may not be attached. The cushy bubble you had created together was everything he could’ve asked for and he didn’t want to burst it.

“What are your plans for new years?”

His own words shocked him as the question hung in the air, his subconscious filter no longer functioning the way it was supposed to. For a second he thought maybe he’d said it in his head but he knew when you craned your neck and looked up at him, wide eyed that he’d said it aloud.

“I usually get sloshed somewhere in the city with friends but the last couple have been quiet with work and everyone else doing their own thing…”

“Maybe we could get sloshed together.” There was no point in being coy, he thought. He’d blurted it out now so he may as well shoot his shot. Carpe momentum.

“I love that idea.”

Love. The three letter word that had been on the tip of your tongue all week. You’d stopped yourself so many times in the throes of passion, when the overwhelming feeling to shout it from the rooftops almost compelled you to give in. But that would've been a superficial proclamation of love. You loved what he was doing to you, how he set your body alight and it would only complicate matters, you told yourself. And there are other words to use than the cursed one.

But here you were. Too stunned to speak. Lando quirked an eyebrow and chuckled, knowing you’d slipped up but he found himself sadistically enjoying the way you squirmed in the silence.

“I love it too.”

“Don’t push it.”

“I’m doing no such thing,” He defended, a cheeky grin plastered across his face as he placed a swift kiss to your pursed lips, “Flip over for a quickie because I’ve gotta go and pack for my flight this afternoon.”

Of course you did as you were told, leg hoisted up while he slipped on a condom, his free hand angling your head back so he could smother you in kisses as he filled you to the brim. Moaning names back and forth like a symphony and unintelligible sweet nothings, empty promises disappearing into the air as you both came, gripping sheets and skin, hands clasped together beside your dizzy head.

Goodbyes were hard. But they were even harder when you couldn’t say what you wanted to or when you didn’t have clarity on whom you were saying goodbye to. A farewell to a friend was different to a lover, different to a stranger – but Lando had it covered as you stood silently in your doorway, about to burst the bubble.

“So I’ll see ya,” He whispered before capturing your bottom lip in a sweet, meaningful kiss. It was slow, sensual. Intentional. The kind you give to a person that you know you want to see again, share this moment with again. A small reminder of what you’ll be missing and yearning for while he’s away. Longing, lasting. A teasing pinch to the ribs brought you back to reality and a breathy yelp from you broke the kiss.

“Maybe I will forget about you.” You jeered, lightly punching his tensed stomach as he laughed, instantly noticing your flushed cheeks. Lando slipped his hand down your forearm and grasped your fingers that were dangling by your side, lonely, giving them a soft, reassuring squeeze.

“You won’t.”

And in the blink of an eye, he was gone.

Nervous didn’t even begin to explain the feeling coursing through your body. On the brink of a panic attack maybe described your current state of being a little better. You were pacing up and down your kitchen, hands on hips, looking around at all of the people who you loved the most in the world. All of them smiling, having a great time, seemingly oblivious to the fact you were losing your mind.

It was New Years Eve – you should’ve been thrilled to be giving 2022 the middle finger. It hadn’t been a great year for you but the future was looking brighter each and every day now that you weren’t chained to a job that gave you nothing but a headache.

You were also, for the first time in years, in a situationship that made you happy and that person had given you more to look forward to in a few weeks than some people had given you in a lifetime. But there was one glaringly obvious gap that you were worried about. Sure, in the cloak of darkness, you could be free with Lando, be who you wanted to be but you knew there would be side glances, maybe even some snickers when they met him and now, here you were, regretting this whole party and getting yourself into such predicament.

“You might need to go and get some more booze because your friends are absolutely going for it out there,” Your co-worker and friend, Rae enthused as she walked into your kitchen, stopping when she caught you pacing neurotically and chewing on your nails, “Are you okay, babe?”

“Yeah, yeah. I’m fine. Um–” Your train of thought was interrupted by the buzzing of your intercom, “I’ll get that and then go get some more drinks.”

Rae nodded and returned to the gathering out in your small but adequate courtyard, quietly worried about her friend. You had been through it these last couple of months and she only wanted the best for you – hence encouraging you to throw the party in the first place. A great excuse to get everyone you love in a room, she said – It’ll be so much fun, she said. And she was probably right, except for the fact your mind was racing a million miles an hour, contemplating whether you should message Lando and call the whole thing off.

You swung the front door open and there he was, arms filled with boxes of Strongbow cider and his roommate, Max in tow, also carrying a couple of bottles himself, “Happy New Years Eve,” Lando greeted, smiling big and giving you a quick wink as you stepped to the side and let both boys in.

“I was just about to go out and get more drinks but wow,” You sighed, watching Lando put the last of the cases in your fridge, “Absolute lifesavers.”

“Couldn’t show up empty handed,” He returned, still grinning from ear to ear, “We are great party guests.” That much was true.

You hummed and glanced over at Max who shrugged and made his way over to you for a hug, looking out at the already buzzing party, “Sorry we’re late by the way. This idiot had to change his shirt, like, 50 times…” He explained and by doing that, earned himself a swift punch in the arm.

“Not true,” Lando grumbled, garnering the attention of Rae who was waving the three of you out into the courtyard where everyone was talking amongst themselves, dancing to the loud music.

You sighed, knowing you couldn’t stay inside forever and would eventually have to do introductions, “Come out and meet everyone.”

Lando felt his heart start to race as he followed behind you, lost like a puppy but putting on a brave face for your friends. Neither of you had really been in this position yet, introducing each other as, what? Friends? Neighbours? Lovers? It was still so unclear but he was quietly pleased that it wasn’t him in the hot seat – you were probably better at this shit than him anyways, he thought.

The first time you met Max was at breakfast the morning after one of your many back to back rendezvous’, sans pants and pinned against the counter top, Lando’s hands exploring the expanse of your naked back under his hoodie. In his defence, he didn’t think anyone was home but he was wrong, so very wrong. But you carefully untangled yourself from him, tugged down the hoodie and introduced yourself to Max, amply apologising for being half-naked in his kitchen but doing so gracefully. He was in awe of how cool, calm and collected you were – you were a dream.

But this was very different. You had dozens of eyes on you, keen to meet the two men who quite frankly looked like they could’ve been university students, decked out in hoodies, jeans and sneakers. Compared to the button up shirts and dress shoes worn by your other guests, they were the odd ones out but you didn’t care and nobody else should’ve either – especially if they were truly your friends.

“Everyone – this is Lando and Max, who are my neighbours; guys, this is everyone. They brought more booze so thank them profusely please,” You laughed awkwardly and the group cheered, easing yours’ and Lando’s nerves.

A few of the husbands and boyfriends were quick to make their way over to meet Lando one-on-one. You weren’t exactly across the details but your best friend Winnie, had stalked instagram to find out everything she could about your mystery man. She was the one who had sent you his profile and you realised why he was so elusive about his career and why he had rows and rows of helmets displayed in his study. You hadn’t told him that you knew who he was, purely because it hadn’t come up but he assumed you knew. But to you, he was just Lando – your friendly neighbour who happened to be railing you every night. Not a famous, professional driver who was seemingly adored by millions, including your friends' husbands.

Rae, who was always a beacon of light, was the first to come over and introduce herself and her husband to Lando. Max had already struck up a conversation with your younger brother who had come along with his girlfriend, and little by little you could see the two newcomers blending in – crisis averted.

“It’s about time we had more people my age coming to these things,” Your brother teased, not knowing how much of a gut-punch his observation was to you. Lando noticed the way your face dropped and recovered in a split second as you collected your thoughts. Your brother was right; the median age of your friends was over 30 but pointing that out, for some reason, hurt. Crisis not averted.

“Yeah, well I’m glad you’ve made a friend.” You forced a smile. They were closer to your brothers’ age, only two years difference and it made you feel uneasy, like you were cradle snatching or doing something wrong when the reality was that you both consenting, hot blooded adults.

Just as Lando was trying to find an excuse to pull you away from the conversation, he heard your name being called from across the courtyard. A blonde woman with blindingly white teeth was waving you over, feverishly and he knew you couldn’t ignore her. And almost as if you were sharing a telepathic line, you glanced his way and sent him a sympathetic look before shuffling over to the small group huddled in the corner amongst the lush vines crawling your tall fence.

“What are you lot doing over here?” You asked with a soft chuckle punctuating your question, “You guys look like you’re having a mothers club meeting in the bushes.”

“Winnie just told us that you’re sleeping with one of them!” Monique, an old friend from university whisper-yelled, flabbergasted by the rumour, “Which one is it!?”

You flashed your eyes towards your best friend who was holding her hands up in defence, mouthing sorry but you simply sighed and looked back at the group of women who were waiting for your answer. The last thing you wanted to do was indulge them but you were stuck between a rock and hard place now, no thanks to Winnie who you thought had your back and your secret under lock and key.

“The one in the black hoodie but it’s new and don’t all look at once!”

That was wishful thinking because on cue, they all swivelled around to cop a peek, none of them being subtle in the slightest. “I cannot believe you have a boy toy,” Another one of your friends whispered, unable to read whether she was jealous or being judgemental until she punched your arm, “Lucky bitch.”

You chuckled and looked back at Monique who was tutting, “I really thought you were trying to find someone long term, hun. Don’t you want that?”

“Well, yeah I do but I didn’t expect to meet him or for any of this to happen, but it has and he’s great. I’m more open to seeing where it goes than I was a couple of weeks ago…” You confessed naively to a group of women who all had perfectly orchestrated lives. None of them could imagine striking up a relationship with a younger man.

“Sweetie, he looks like a private schoolboy who just graduated last year AND he’s famous… You can’t seriously think there’s more to it than just sex, right?” Monique asked, almost rhetorically like the answer was obviously no.

You looked over at Winne who was taking a sip of her wine and avoiding your eye line, realising as you scanned the group that all the girls were dodging you, busying themselves with a drink or the hem of their dress. All of them silently siding with Monique and you had no choice but to agree with her, holding back the tears that were pricking the corners of your eye.

You scoffed and awkwardly shuffled in place, humiliated, “No obviously not. It won’t go on much longer I wouldn’t think…” You felt nauseous.

“Thank god for that,” Monique exhaled and grasped your shoulder, “You’ll get your life back on track and find the right guy eventually, hun. You’re just going through that self-destructive phase right now where you make stupid decisions but you’ll come out of it.”

Now you really needed to go throw up.

“Sure,” You smiled through gritted teeth, “I better go check on Rae in the kitchen… I’ll be back in a minute.” The girls nodded and went back to their original conversation until you were gone, no doubt returning to that sad excuse of an intervention once you were out of earshot.

You wouldn’t be back. How could you face them after that? The niggling feeling that they would judge you if they found out about Lando had eaten away at you all day but hearing them confirm your suspicions hurt more than you could’ve ever imagined. They were supposed to be your friends and if it wasn’t for the backyard of people you were entertaining and the fact it was New Years Eve, you would’ve packed up shop and told them all to fuck off.

Instead, you had to grin and bear it, pretend like the people you thought cared about you the most hadn’t been so disappointing. You’d run upstairs, holding back tears as you stood in front of your en suite mirror, trying to find the answers. They didn’t know Lando from a stranger on the street so why did it upset you this much? Maybe it was because they were just validating the feelings you’d been suppressing since you struck up this back and forth with Lando. Maybe it was the wake up call that you needed. Maybe–

“Hey you."

You felt a gentle hand brush down your back, saving you from the spiral you were tumbling down, “I haven’t had the chance to tell you how pretty you look tonight.”

Lando’s words caused a small smile to tug on the corners of your lips as you wiped your eyes and slowly turned around in his arms, “That’s cute.”

He could tell you’d been crying, or at the very least you were visibly upset about something. And he’d noticed how quickly you retreated inside after your little pow-wow with your friends, knowing the only reason you’d run inside like that was if your puppy, Chomp had been causing trouble. But she had been attached to his feet all night; picking him as her favourite human the very first night he stayed over.

“Ah, shit,” Lando huffed, “Of course you look beautiful when you cry – I’m in big trouble,” He joked, softly, pulling you in for a cuddle and hoping he didn’t upset you any further. You stifled a laugh into his chest and he breathed a sigh of relief – soothingly brushing his hands down your back, over the denim jacket.

“I’m an ugly crier usually,” You sniffled, feeling way too vulnerable and broken to be venting to your fuck buddy of all people – you needed to shut this whole conversation down, “But I’m fine.”

“You’re obviously not,” Lando swiftly served back, standing his ground as you tried to side step him out of the bathroom, “Do you want to talk about it?”

A soft exhale slipped past your lips and you didn’t put up much of a fight because he wasn’t pushing you. And truth be told, you didn’t have the energy. Between the stress of organising the party and the uncomfortable conversations, there wasn’t a whole lot left in the tank. And Lando was here, comforting you in your moment of need. He was your knight in shining armour again – just like the night you stumbled home drunk and lost your keys. He had your back when no one else did lately and that meant something to you. More than you could articulate or really even confess to.

“I would much rather talk about how your week was. Tell me all about it while I re-do my mascara.”

Lando indulged you in the mundane of his week and revealed small details about his life that you hadn’t heard before. You’d known him for a month now and didn’t realise he had siblings – three of them, no less. And you didn’t really know the extent of his work or where he’d even gone last week but what seemed like a chore to him, sounded exciting to you. A fly-in, fly-out trip to his apartment in Monaco!? What the actual fuck, you scoffed when he told you what he'd been up to. It just showed how little you knew about the man sleeping beside you, comforting you.

“We better get back down there before people start to gossip,” You winked and pulled your bathroom door open, strutting towards the stairs. There was no way you were going to let a little drama ruin your night, not when they were the ones speaking out of turn.

“There she is,” Lando clapped, thrilled to see your confidence had returned. He was pleased that his little pep talk and distraction could bring you back to being the chill, fun-loving woman he’d started to fall for. Hiding those feelings was getting harder and harder the longer he spent time hanging out with you, ambiguously labelled.

Lando watched you gracefully float around the courtyard, chatting to friends, flashing that smile he’d loved from the second he laid eyes on you in that convenience store, pensively deciding on what sweets to buy. Max noticed his best friend longing for you and opted not to rib him for it, knowing how quickly Lando fell for a girl, especially one as brilliant as you. He was monogamous for the most part, only really dabbling in his slut era for a brief time in Monaco.

With you, he felt different. And the way you’d waltzed into his life confirmed that maybe this was fate. That you and him were meant to meet and fall in love, make a go of it. He knew he was getting ahead of himself but you were otherworldly, too good to be true. He didn’t like thinking about the latter – that thought alone making his brows furrow with concern. You were real - he’d touched you, felt nearly every part of you and right now, you were looking at him from across the cobbled courtyard, staring into his soul as you counted down to midnight.

“3, 2, 1… Happy New Year!”

Lando pointed his beer bottle your way, a silent cheers and nod following. You mirrored his action, wishing you could shuffle over and kiss his soft, smiling lips. And he wished you could too but he knew he had to bide his time, maybe stick around and use the excuse that you needed help cleaning up, hoping to god your friends were selfish enough to leave you with the mess.

And most of them were besides Rae and her husband who insisted on staying to help, like an angel sent from above. But you knew they had a long drive back to her parents’ house in Watford, choosing to spend New Years Eve with you and the next day with her family. You loved her for that and definitely couldn’t put her to work after changing her plans to keep you company. Little did she know that you had everything you really needed in your new man.

“I will see you next week, my love. Drive safe,” You kissed her cheek and gave her husband’s hand a squeeze before closing the front door and returning to the kitchen where most of the carnage was.

The only difference now was that it was just Lando standing there, hunched over the sink, sans Max who had been standing there before you walked Rae to the door. “Where did Max go?”

Lando twisted his hips and attempted to blow a curl that had fallen in his face away, hands dripping wet from the soapy water. “Uh, he had to go…” He unconvincingly replied, causing your confused expression to soften. Two could play this game.

“Rude that he didn’t say goodbye to his favourite neighbour. I’ll have to call him out next time I see him…” You trailed off, coaxing the truth out of the gorgeous man who was reaching for the tea towel you were offering, the smallest smirk creeping onto his lips.

“I may have told him to fuck off…” Lando’s voice lowered an octave as you took a step closer to him, “So we could, you know – be alone. But he was honestly fine with it and said thanks for having him…”

“Wow,” You whispered, flirtatiously. “That’s kinda devious, Norris. Didn’t think you had it in you to be so forward but I like it.”

“Yeah?”

Lando was hanging onto your every word, watching your eyes wander down his chest to his belt buckle, almost like you were sizing him up and he was twitching at the idea of you taking what you wanted. It ignited a fuse deep within and he decided to close the small gap between you – there wasn’t much room left but having you flirting with him, leaning on your bench top sparked an unexpected urge that he didn’t have before he met you. Desperation. He smoothed his hands over the soft material of your shirt, clutching your hips and tugged you into his body, pinning your backside between him and the bench before leaning in to whisper in your ear.

“I’ve been learning from the best.”

His voice was low, husky and definitely adding to the tingling sensation between your legs. The sight of him washing dishes had you soaked and now you were pathetically drenched, hoping to the heavens above that he’d fuck you senseless and stay the night. Lando leaned in and brushed his nose against yours, hovering for a second before ghosting his lips over your eager ones. He always did this – tested the waters even still now, letting you seal the first layer of consent with a kiss. You liked how respectful he was, and revelled in the feeling of being appreciated. Until you got down to business; then there were no rules – just sex.

“Show me what you’ve learned so far…”

A small chuckle slipped from Lando’s mouth as he nipped down your neck, hands making quick work of undressing you. Yours were the same – feverishly tinkering with buttons and zippers, thick cotton hoodies being thrown across the kitchen and into a pile. The short, sharp panting was the only sound in the house besides the party pumping next door, the vibration from the speaker system making the walls shake, which took you back to the night you and Lando first slept together. Those images were burned into your memory, as was this one you were about to make right here, right now.

“You are dripping wet, gorgeous.” Lando hummed into your ear as he slipped his thick fingers into your panties, stretching them out so he could feel your entire heat on his palm.

“So are you,” You whimpered, spreading his excitement over his blushing tip with your thumb and stroking him up towards your tummy, lips locked and tongues battling for dominance.

Lando had a pretty cock – a lot prettier than most of the men you’d been with, something you noted when you had him in your mouth for the first time, blowing him in the hallway of his apartment building. Clean and manicured, but not completely bare which you appreciated but would never verbalise. He had the perfect amount of everything, not too big and not too small, not too hairy, not too bald – just right.

“Wanna go upstairs?” Lando mumbled against your lips, feeling himself teetering a little too close to the edge. But you broke the kiss and shook your head as you reached down and tugged on the jeans that were sitting on his thighs.

“I wanna get a little bit spicy,” You whispered and waited for Lando to kick off his sneakers, jeans and belt following quickly after, adding to that ever-growing pile of clothes on your kitchen floor. You stood back, admiring the man who was wearing nothing but a white undershirt, standing in your kitchen. “You are ridiculously sexy.”

Lando chuckled and sauntered back over to where you were leaning against the counter, teasingly stroking himself and causing your front teeth to clamp down on your bottom lip. “You’ve done this to me,” He growled, glancing down at his achingly hard cock, cheeks flushed, eyebrow raised, “And how could you not? Look at you...”

The pit in your stomach started to twist as Lando reached out and grabbed you again; firmer than last time and wrangled you into a strong, passionate kiss. It was on – no more flirting, no more foreplay. You could tell his intentions had shifted and you were more than up for the change in pace, fingers entangled in his messy curls, harshly tugging and swallowing the moans rippling from his throat. His fingertips were brushing down your naked sides, teasing the wire on your bra before you pulled back from the kiss and turned around, arse pressed against his manhood, bent over at the waist.

“I am dreaming,” Lando breathed, hands planted firmly on your plump, ripe for the grabbing cheeks, kneading them slowly in his warm palms. You moaned at the sensation of his dick pressed against your thigh, craving more than just his touch.

So you reached behind, grasped his wrist and widened you stance a little more, hoping to give him a not so subtle hint of what you wanted, “I need you baby, I want you to take me like this.” You encouraged by moving his hand to your heat and he quickly cottoned on to what you were doing, fingertips immediately going back to work on your clit.

“Oh yeah?” Lando mocked and pressed perfectly precise kisses down your spine as he continued to pleasure himself and you with his hands. Without warning he slid his stiff cock between your folds, rubbing in slow, rhythmic strokes and grabbing your hips, the skin like putty under his fingertips, “Like this?”

Uh-huh, you moaned and gripped the cold marbled countertop – the sound of your slickness making you even wetter than you already were. Lando dragged his hands down your back as he teased you, smiling to himself knowing you couldn’t see how fucking stoked he was to have you like this, moaning his name.

“That feels amazing,” He confessed, his desire had taken over and he couldn’t even try and pretend like this wasn’t something he’d daydreamed about last week, laying in bed, hundreds of kilometres away from you. You were his fantasy and simultaneously, somehow, his reality.

Lando suddenly had the realisation that he wasn’t prepared for a spontaneous kitchen fuck and cursed himself for not thinking ahead. The last thing he wanted to do was interrupt you rocking back on him raw, arousal covering his cock so perfectly that he could slide in, as you were, way too easily but he knew better than to pull a stunt like that. He wasn’t a monster.

“Um, so I don’t have a condom on me but I can run upstairs and –

“No, it’s fine,” You quickly interrupted before craning your neck to face him, sheepishly biting your lip, “I mean, you don’t have to wear one unless you want to… I’m on birth control, have been for centuries.” Your joke garnered a stifled laugh from Lando as he nodded and gave your hip a reassuring squeeze.

“Cool.” His smirk was small as he tried to hide how stirred he was by the idea of fucking you like this, uninhibited. It was the stuff of his wildest dreams and here you were, laying it out for him on a silver platter. He was feasting like a king.

“But if you’re gonna keep teasing me like that I’ll have to take over.”

Your words snapped Lando out of his lust-filled trance, startling him a little bit and you couldn’t help but giggle at how wide-eyed he was. He looked adorable as he glanced your way and gripped the base of his cock, rolling his eyes sarcastically before teasing your hole, “Oh, I’m savouring this, sweetheart. I don’t think you understand how fucking sexy you look bent over like this and I wanna make sure I remember every little detail.”

Hmmm, you replied licking your lips and bucking your arse back for dramatic effect, “Who said this would be the last time you get to have me like this, huh? Because I can definitely see it happening again if you fuck me good.”

Lando smiled wickedly as he put you out of your misery and pushed forward into your tight, warm pussy but his expression quickly fell into concentration the deeper he went, feeling you clenching around his swollen dick. That first thrust was the toughest to overcome after such an arousing build up, every bit of will power being summoned but you took him by surprise and pushed back slowly, teasing yourself and Lando in one smooth stroke.

“You take me so good, baby.” He growled, watching as he disappeared into you. The sweet slap of skin colliding.

A small chuckle slipped from your parted lips at the compliment, confidence always skyrocketing through the roof when you had him like this. In the short amount of time knowing Lando, you’d learned that he liked to praise and be praised, which was right up your street. You loved it too and it’d become a big part of your sex life with him, egging each other on, heating things up.

“Keep fucking me with that perfect dick, just like that…” You groaned at the deep, languid strokes Lando was doing you with, the pace fastening and making your knees buckle and hands shake.

Whispered words of encouragement filled the air, mixed with the sound of skin slapping and loud moans echoing through the dark, empty apartment. You were perspiring even though it was cold outside, both panting through batted breath, trying to hold onto your highs as the surge of pleasure ripped down your spine. It was nearly impossible with the practically pornographic sounds slipping from Lando’s throat and the pace he was setting. Your head was spinning.

Lando’s hips were snapping hard against your arse, fingertips almost definitely leaving bruises on your doughy hips, making sure you felt every single inch of his dick slamming into your cunt. You had reached back and gripped his wrist, white knuckling his tanned skin; you needed something to hold onto as you fought back, feeling his soft tip hitting that sweet spot he always seemed to find for you, causing a loud, animalistic groan to slip from your parted lips.

“Jesus Christ, Lando. Just like that, just like that, just like that! Don’t fucking stop!”

“I won’t,” He breathed, albeit knowing that he wasn’t going to be able to keep up the speed much longer but unrelenting in his movements, praying that he was doing you the way you deserved. Giving it his all and more until you let go of his wrist and placed your fingertips on his abdomen, slowing him down.

“I’m really fucking close,” You warned, whimpering through the tangled hair that had fallen in your face, circling your hips and trying to unlock the primal instinct you knew Lando had, “You feel so good inside me, baby.”

With those words whispered, you pushed yourself up from the counter and craned your neck around so you could press a sloppy kiss to Lando’s lips. His hands came around and settled on your stomach, cock buried deep inside you, warming and stilled as he explored your mouth with his tongue. You pulled away and brushed your nose with his, trying to find the right words as your fingernails scratched the back of his neck, twirling his damp curls.

“I want to feel you deeper,” You whispered and Lando’s eyebrows crinkled with confusion, “I’ve only got what I’m working with, baby…” He joked back, making you chuckle into his jaw.

“That’s not what I mean…”

Lando shrugged as you bent back over and hoisted your knee up onto the countertop, “Just go slow and see how deep you can go.”

“Oh my fuuucking god,” Lando whined as he caught sight of you spread out for him, hustling him to fuck you as deep as he possibly could. A simple request but it was nearly enough to trigger his high as he closed his eyes and dove back into your tightness, inch by inch disappearing until you screamed out his name in pleasure. The angle was so sweet that you could already feel the knot twisting in the pit of your stomach, testing your ability to chase it.

“That’s it,” You barely choked out, “Holy shit that feels good.”

Lando found his toe-curling rhythm again, knowing that this was it. He wasn’t going to be able to keep this up, not when you rutted back on his dick, chasing your high and grappling around his throbbing cock like your life depended on it. And you were right there with him, restlessly moaning underneath him, thrashing through your orgasm and barely even feeling the mighty crescendo in the end because of the unintentional overstimulation you’d caused. But fuck it felt extraordinary.

“Oh god – oh, fuck!” Lando shouted loudly, his high also catching him by surprise as he came, fucking out every last drop he had before he even registered what had happened. He stilled inside you, not moving before he looked down and realised what he’d done, immediately jumping back and pulling out; warm, sticky liquid dripping down your thigh, leaving you feeling empty.

“Shit! Oh my god, I’m so fucking sorry…” Lando panicked as you stood up straight and reached behind him for a tissue, watching you with his hands on his head, unable to comprehend how stupid he was.

“Hey, it’s okay…” You whispered and reached out for his hand as you swiftly cleaned yourself up. He needed reassurance and that he had nothing to be sorry for but you couldn’t help but crack a small, harmless joke to settle his nerves. “Happens to the best of us.”

Lando exhaled deeply as you threw the tissue in the bin and tugged him closer into your trembling body, lowering your voice with a smirk and squeezing his shaky hand, “Can I tell you a little secret?”

He nodded and let your soft expression wash over him, finally feeling like he could breathe for the first time since he left your warmth, “I really liked it.”

“Really?” Lando asked, heart racing and dick twitching again at your words as you nodded, dancing your fingers over his cotton-clad chest, “A lot.”

“Fuck,” He mumbled under his breath, “I’m still sorry though. I just lost control and forgot where I was… So awkward.” He chuckled the last part and felt his cheeks burning up from embarrassment, cursing his body for the betrayal.

“Well, I’m going to take that as a compliment.” You smiled proudly and threw your arms around Lando’s shoulders, linking them behind his neck before trawling your fingers through his gorgeously tousled curls.

“I was just so bloody good you couldn’t wait to come. Absolute pro.”

“Exactly…” He laughed and pressed a strong kiss to your lips, “And you said you wanted me deeper so I was just following your orders.”

“Love that… love you,” You sighed and returned the kiss, oblivious to the words you just muttered out loud. Lando heard them clear as day.

“Did you just say you loved me?” He asked incredulously, hiding the smile threatening to show on his red, puffy lips.

You paused, unable to really explain away the words that had just slipped out without you even knowing, “Um… I…”

“Because I’m fallin’ in love with you.”

Lando was stoic in his admission and it took you back a little. The whole “no strings attached” rulebook had been thrown out the window and here you were, standing in your kitchen half-naked, declaring your love for one another in the middle of the night. It was unorthodox but everything so far in your situationship with Lando had been from the moment you met. Why should affirming your affections be any different?

“I’m falling in love with you too.”

Your voice was barely a whisper as Lando strengthened his hold around your waist, chests pinned against each other. He simply nodded and placed a gentle kiss to your forehead, “Awesome.” He whispered back, smile tugging on the corners of his lips, “So now that we have that sorted, do you wanna go upstairs and show me how much you love me?”

“Don’t push it,” You nudged, face scrunched and shyly buried into Lando’s chest.

For the first time in a long time, you felt safe. And maybe you didn’t need all the wisdom and baggage that came with someone older, someone who had already lived a life. In contrast, Lando was exciting and living life to the fullest, travelling the world, seeing it all and not burdened by responsibility.

But that’s what made him the dangerous choice. He wasn’t always going to be around when you needed him, longed for him. There was nothing chaining him to London and he’d expressed how much he loved his freedom but maybe you could change that. But then you would be changing him and you didn’t want to do that, you weren’t that kind of partner. You couldn’t make that decision for him nor did you want to. All these insecurities and fears swirled around in your head as you fell asleep in Lando's warm embrace, limbs tangled together like a web, tender between your thighs and an ache in your heart.

You were falling in love with him; that much was true but what would the cost be of handing your heart over to someone who had the world at his feet, everything still to experience?

Was the hope of being in love enough?

click here for part three

a/n – i finally got it done, ya'll! there will be a third and final part to this story but don't ask me when because i don't know. instead, give me your thoughts about this part and if you want more of lando in upcoming one-shots etc. lemme know!

#lando norris #lando norris imagine #lando norris smut #lando norris one shot #f1 #f1 imagine #f1 one #formula 1 one shot #formula 1 #lando norris x reader #f1 x reader #monzamashmasterlist #what could’ve been pt 2 fic #lando norris fanfic

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slythering-snake-boys · 1 year

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It's Been Awhile Series Masterlist

Summary: Five years after the events during your fifth-year, you find yourself heading towards your first reunion at Hogwarts. You're excited to see all of your friends and catch up with them in a more familiar setting. But can't help but hope that a certain freckled Slytherin will also attend, despite having not talked with him in years.

Warnings: fluff, some angst, comfort, jealous Sebastian, many surprises along the way, fluffy smut in the end

Inspired by orionscelt's absolutely gorgeous art because of which I even started writing this

and these songs

A/N:

Reader will be referred to as MC, have a job, but no definite House

Also, F!MC for pronouns and later smut

All characters are in their early 20s and have assigned jobs and/or partners

Sebastian is a lovesick puppy and a little insecure

Leander Slander

Peeves (and his rhymes which I struggled to come up with)

This is a 65-page monster of more than 26k, so this will become a series

All chapters will have their respective warnings

Chapters:

ONE

TWO

THREE

FOUR

FIVE

SIX

SEVEN

STATUS: COMPLETE

#bomi's stuff #iba series #sebastian sallow #sebastian sallow x mc #sebastian sallow x you #sebastian sallow x reader #hogwarts legacy #hogwarts legacy x mc #hogwarts legacy x you #hogwarts legacy x reader #Spotify

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chelleztjs18 · 1 year

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We Don't Talk Anymore (W.M)

Wanda Maximoff x Fem!Reader (Modern AU)

Summary: When words are no longer there between you and Wanda.

Warning: Angst, swearing words and a little some more angst :D

A/n: Hello! This is a spontaneous short angsty fic idea that was inspired by a song. I have been wanting to write angst so when i listened to this song again, i knew i gotta write it. haha. Some lines in this fic are from the lyric of the song. Surprisingly i got it done. I tried to write it a little different, with no dialogues at all. Let me know what you think! Enjoy the angst! Reblog and comments are highly appreciated!

Here is the song behind this fic:

Main Masterlist

Wanda Maximoff, yes, that’s her name. To you, it’s a powerful name for one hell of an amazing woman. That name sticks to your mind and of course your heart. With just a mention of it, your heart would skip a beat and your lung forgot how to breathe.

You would do anything for her, literally. Why? Because she has your heart in her grip. You think about her all the time. A smile automatically shows up on your face everytime you think about how her voice sounds when she tells you that she loves you, or the sounds of her laughs.

You love Wanda. Yes, actually you overdose with everything about her. Her silky brown hair, her smile, even her pouty face. Not to mention her touches and her scents.

You fell for her hard and it was the best thing ever happened to you. Well, at least that was what you thought at that time before you both broke up and it's such a shame that it was a messy break up in the beginning but both of you decided to stay civil and keep the friendship.

Well, the break up was a little over a year ago. In the beginning of the first few months after that, you and Wanda tried to keep in touch. Unfortunately, the efforts from both ends didn’t last long. It slowly died. Two of you don’t talk anymore.

You keep telling yourself that it was just all a game for Wanda and you think it would help you to get her out of your mind. Do you ever wonder how she is doing? Yes, of course you do but you are not proud of it. Not at all, especially after you heard from Tony that Wanda has found someone else. You know that person, it’s Vision, Tony's assistant.

You wish you would’ve known that you weren’t the love Wanda was looking for. Even after all this time you still wonder why you can’t move on just the way she did easily. Your mind is all over the place right now as you sip the whiskey you have at Yelena and Kate's wedding party.

When you heard that Wanda is coming too, part of you regretted that you came here. Your brain reminds you that you don’t want to know what kind of dress she is wearing or how she does her hair tonight. You wish that you could just leave but it’s your best friend’s wedding so you know that you wouldn’t get away with this. It’s a big party anyway, so you have less chances to bump into each other.

Well, turns out you were wrong. Half an hour after you mingled and talked with Kate, Yelena and Melina, you caught Wanda in the corner of your eyes. Of course, she comes with her new lover.

You stole a glance at her, so did she at you. She is wearing the red dress you gave her on the first valentine's day together. You always know that red is her color. You loved how the dress shows her curves. You can still feel the ghost of her lips when she kisses you a thank you after you gave her the dress. Oh her flawless hair. You remember exactly the smell of her shampoo.

Her soft green eyes warm your heart yet could stab it the same way cupid’s arrow strikes it when you fell for her for the first time.all over again every time she looks at you

All these thoughts stop abruptly when you see Vision’s hand run down from her back to the curves of her waist. No, no, no. You don’t want to know if he holds onto her so tight the way you did before.

Wanda’s stomach did somersault and her heart flinched when gazes were locked for a few seconds. Her mouth falls slowly open a little. It’s the first time you two see each other again after the break up.

She sees how you smile to everybody else but her and she can’t complain, it’s the same to her. No matter how much her heart smiles, her face refuses to show it. Just like you, as much as she wants to know how you have been, but she tries to keep herself in place.

How everyone laughs around you, it reminds her how goofy you were and you always made her laugh with your antics and jokes. All of that leads to more and more memories. How romantic you were, how you would do anything for her.

Every now and then, Wanda thought you might want her to show up at your door but she was too afraid that she was wrong.

Then Natasha comes into her sight. Seeing the red hair excitedly come to you and kiss you on the lips while your hand touches her hips, proves to her that she was wrong. You wouldn't want her to show up out of the blue. In her mind, you are over her and all the sweet things you two had.

Being ex-girlfriends to each other when being in the same circle of friends is not that easy. Everybody knows how messy the break up was and they are all aware that you two are not talking anymore but nobody wants to bring anything up about it. Wanda also has her own little bird that told her about you. She heard from Pietro that you and Natasha are seeing each other now.

Oh it wasn’t easy for the brunette to hear when Pietro told her about you and Natasha.

Wanda doesn't want to know if you look into Natasha's eyes or if she holds onto you so tight the way Wanda did before but she knows all she can do now is just hoping that Natasha knows how to love you like she does or kisses you the way you like it.

Just like you, she overdoses everything about you and now she can't get you out of her mind.

You thought that one stolen glance that got caught with hers was the only thing you have to handle tonight and you were proud to yourself that you are doing well fighting it subconsciously but boy oh boy, you were wrong again. So damn wrong.

Your eyes refuse to let go of Wanda from your sight. You are slowly sinking into a quicksand of memories and feelings. The more you fight, the more you lose. All the words around you from Yelena, Kate, Natasha and somebody else gradually turn into a muffled sound. Good thing nobody noticed that you are out of it now.

Your body tenses up to ward off shaking, your legs weaken. Questions and thoughts start to bounce around in your mind. Why did Wanda choose to wear that dress and do the hair the way you like it? Was it on purpose? She still looks beautiful as always, just like on that first Valentine’s day night.

Does she still have feelings for you? Fuck, no. no. no. You don’t want to know that. Wanda moved on and stopped talking to you so easily. She dates Vision a few months after the breakup. Even though there’s no rule for how long exactly after a breakup that you can date again, to you it was too early but who cares? Apparently Wanda didn’t, so why should you? And that's a good enough reason for you to move on too.

You are with Natasha now. You look at the red-haired girl next to you and smile.

Your heart wrenched when you take another quick look at Wanda only to find that she is looking at you with those warm loveable jade eyes. She is standing alone while Vision is busy talking with Tony and Steve. Embarrassment stirred in you because she caught you staring at her. Is it even staring when you only look at her for a few seconds?

Wanda is as conflicted as you are right now. She feels tightness in her chest. She mindlessly tightens her grips around her cocktail glass when she sees Natasha hold your hand and her other hand rubs your inner lower arm as if she is showing everybody that you are hers.

She sees you smile at Natasha again. Her mood plummeted.

Both of you let out a gaze that ping-pongs and avoids direct eye contact every now and then yet keep wanting to look at each other. It feels awkward but it still feels like a drop of rain on the desert.

Her fingers get colder, not from her cocktails but from all of the rush of feelings that she can’t even describe. Wanda knows she was at fault in the past that made the last piece of strings that kept your relationship all together for a while finally broken.

She tried to keep in touch with you but she thought that you didn’t want to and you were just doing it for your friendship with Pietro. Little did she know, you wanted her to stay in your life but you felt the same misunderstanding Wanda thought.

You swallow the lump of sadness and Wanda sees your jaw clenched. She knows that you do that whenever you are feeling upset or discomfort. You feel like time has stopped. Your heartbeat seems to slow down momentarily. Her thoughts spin. Your mind is focusing inward.

Wanda’s thought is a hundred miles an hour right now, dredging up everything that happened in the past. Her lungs constrict for a few seconds, making it hard for her to breathe.

She misses you. Do you? Without a doubt, you are in denial for that matter. Her feet mindlessly start walking towards you and to her surprise, she sees you take your steps to her. Her heartbeat tripled in speed, she could’ve sworn she could hear it.

You are a nervous wreck right now. You are going to be closer and closer to your ex-girlfriend in a few more steps after this long time. You don’t even know what you feel? Excited? Hurt? Angry? Are you going to be defeated by your own feelings? Do you really want to go to her? Should you ask if she is happy with Vision? No, definitely not that. Are you kidding? You are strong enough not to ask her that, you gotta be strong.

Words scatter around in her head. She is thinking what to say to you. Just a simple Hi? I miss you? I’m sorry?

Gosh, everything happens so fast yet feels like slow motions. The short distance between you and Wanda seems like hundreds of miles away.

This is it, she is a step away from you but you don’t cease your steps. You walk past her, continue your steps to the bar. Wanda didn't stop either. The fact that you keep walking, it felt like a knife to her heart and it plunged her to despair.

Both of you are internally broken and falling apart. A soft long shaky sigh comes out of your lips.

Disappointment sagged through both of you. Wanda’s and your feet feel heavy as you two walk. Pain claws onto your heart. Wanda puts a fake smile at the brides to cover how she really feels right now. At the same time, you are trying your best putting on a poker face and averting your eyes from her because you know how bad you are to hide your emotion.

Deep down, you and Wanda wish that you still talked but things happened and now you both regret that you stopped talking.

A/n: Welp, that's it for today! Let me know what you think. I'm gonna work on the requests i got now. Follow me for more!

Cheerio!

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whitemancumslut · 2 years

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WHITEMANCUMSLUT’S NAVIGATION ❀

welcome to my account. my original account was @whitemanscumslut i had moved due to difficulties with the app itself. here’s something’s about my blog.

minors and l*rries are NOT welcome.

nsfw blog!

my bio “KISS HER & DON’T TELLS” is where you can request or talk to me!

my request are ALWAYS open until said other wise. I will get to you as fast I can.

☓= nothing released yet

other interest i have: stranger things (eddie, steve, steddie!!!), chris evans, shawn mendes, charlie puth, too many to name. just alot of mediocre white men.

im a fool for subrry, lhh and dadrry so gimmie all u got

masterlist is not caught up!

AU MASTERLIST ⏎

SERIES MASTERLIST ⏎

INSTAGRAM BLURBS ⏎

#harry styles #harry styles angst #harry styles fluff #harry styles smut #harry styles x y/n #dom!harry #subbry #sub!harry #dom harry styles #sun!harry x dom!reader #whitemancumslut #harry styles album #harrys house #hs1

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violetsandfluff · 2 years

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Charlie Puth Blurbs Masterlist

here are all of my charlie blurbs, or writings that are less than 1000 words. * indicates smut, ^ indicates angst, + indicates dad!charlie.

Untitled*

Apples

Don’t Cry

Ocean 🌊*

Twisted Ankle

In-Laws’ Bathroom*

Electricity Bill (headcannon)

Newborn Baby*

Milkshake

Bridgerton Experience

If You Give Charlie A Kiss

A-Flat*

Sweetie*

Sick!Charlie

Harmless Fun*

My Little Girl

Can’t Help Falling In Love With You

Memories to Keep

First Handjob*

Tummy Ache

Fuck Charlie’s Face*

Fashion Queen

Positive +

A larger than average nose can be a good chair*

Burnt Birthday Cakes*

#Charlie puth #Charlie puth blurbs #Charlie puth fluff #Charlie puth smut #Charlie puth angst #Charlie puth imagine #dad!charlie #Charlie puth masterlist #flutterfly alley #yellow 💛 heart

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skzhera · 14 days

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📲 STAY, you have a new notification!

17/04/24 NEW MESSAGES FROM HERA !

[12:50] - i know its late but [12:50] - stay

[12:50] - were you suprised?

[12:51] - happy i hope?

[12:52] -

[12:52] - our new collab with CHARLIE PUTH!? [12:52] - Im so thrilled!

[12:52] - stay tuned

Hera's Masterlist!

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caplanbuckybarnes · 8 months

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Songs4Caplan Challenge

Definitely supposed to be on hiatus, but I'd wanted to host another challenge. Please don't let this flop lmao

Rules:

Tag me in the authors notes & send me a message with yuor fic once it's posted! (along with the hashtag so I know which Masterlist to place the fic when I post it)

Please tag the proper warnings before the fic

Can be ANY CHARACTER YOU'D LIKE!!

More than one person can write for the same prompts

RPFs are allowed

If you’d like to write for more than one song, please make them separate fics

the songs are randomly picked from my playlist, so don't judge lol.

Can be however long you’d like the fic to be, however, please be considerate to the folks using the app and place the 'keep reading' feature on your posts!!

PLEASE tag the fic as #songs4caplan so i can easily find your fics!!!

Addicted to you simple plan

Africa Toto

All downhill from here new found glory

All for you sister hazel

All summer long kid Rock

Alone together fall out boy

Amnesia 5 seconds of summer

Animals maroon 5

As it was Harry styles

as the world caves in Sarah cothran

Ashes of Eden breaking Benjamin

Attention Charlie put

Bad guy Billie eillish

Bad things jace Everett

Beautiful mistakes maroon 5

Beautiful soul Jesse McCartney

Before he cheats carrie underwood

Before you go Lewis capaldi

Beggin maneskin

Better than me hinder

Blue ain’t your color Keith urban

Burn usher

Car radio twenty one pilots

Church fall out boy

Climax usher

Come & get it Selena Gomez

Count on me Bruno mars

Criminal Fiona Apple

Deja vu Olivia rodrigo

Delicate Taylor swift

Diary Tino Coury

Dirty laundry Carrie underwood

Dirty thoughts Chloe adams

Don’t call me up Mabel

Downtown lady a

Drivers license Olivia rodrigo

Easy on Adele

End of me a day to remember

Every breath you take the police

Every morning sugar ray

Everybody hurts r.e.m.

Fall for you secondhand serenade

Fallin Alicia keys

Fast car Tracy Chapman

Flowers Miley Cyrus

For the first time the script

Forever young alphaville

Forever and ever amen randy Travis

Fuck it Eamon

Fuck you bitch wheeler walker jr

Ghost of you Justin beiber

Glimpse of us Joji

God gave me you Blake Shelton

Hate (I really don’t like you) plain white tees

Havana Camilla cabello

Heart attack Demi lovato

Heartbreak anniversary giveon

Heaven Kane brown

Hello darlin Conway twitty

Hold on, we’re going on drake

How do you sleep Jesse McCartney

Hurt Johnny cash

I fall apart post Malone

I miss you blink 182

I see red everybody loves an outlaw

I wanna be your slave maneskin

I’m not the only one Sam smith

I’m the only one Melissa Ethridge

I’m yours Alessia Cara

In my blood Shawn Mendes

It ain’t me baby me Johnny cash

Jealous nick Jonas

Just one yesterday fall out boy

Just the way you are Bruno mars

Keep Holding On Avril Lavigne

Killer queen Queen

The last of the real ones

Leave the door open Bruno mars

Leavin’ Jesse McCartney

Let her go passenger

Like I can Sam smith

Lips of an angel hinder

Little do you know Alex & sierra

Little Talks Mumfords & sons

Mama's broken heart Miranda lambert

Man down Rihanna

Misery Maroon 5

My Boo usher & Alicia keys

Needed Me Rihanna

Never gonna be alone Nickelback

New Rules Dua Lipa

Not Over You Gavin DeGraw

Obsessed Mariah Carey

One Call Away Charlie Puth

One More Night Maroon 5

Our Song Taylor Swift

Picture KidRock & Sherry Crow

PillowTalk Zayn Malik

Please Don’t Leave Me Pink

Red Taylor Swift

Remember the time Michael Jackson

Rolling in the deep Adele

Say My Name Destiny’s Child

Say So Doja Cat

She’s Got You Patsy Cline

Shower Becky G

Smokin out the Window Bruno Mars

Someone You Loved Lewis Capaldi

Stay With Me Sam Smith

Take a Bow Rihanna

Take Me to Church Hozier

Take You Dancing Jason Derulo

There’s Nothing Holdin Me Back Shawn Mendes

Title Meghan Trainor

Too Good at Goodbyes Sam Smith

Too Little Too LAte JoJo

Trip Ella Mae

Trouble P!Nk

True Love P!NK

Unfaithful RIhanna

Unholy Sam smith

Unsteady X Ambassadors

Uptown Girl Billy Joel

Wait For You Elliot Yamin

Walk Me Home P!NK

Walkin After Midnight Patsy Cline

Want U Back Cher Lloyd

What a Man Gotta Do Jonas Brothers

What Ifs Kane Brown

Wolves Selena Gomez

Would You Go With Me? Josh Turner

You Found Me The Fray

You Had Me @ Hello A Day to Remember

You Need to Calm Down, Taylor Swift

#songs4caplan #writing #writing prompt #writeblr #nanowrimo 2023

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tommydarlings · 1 year

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writing ideas <3

Got some new oneshot/blurb/headcon ideas here I would like to share with you <3 pls feel free to comment or tell me in my inbox which idea you would like me to write :) <3

e.g -> 'number 9 would be amazing, please write that!'

• after 15, my ideas are only for f1 drivers!!!

my masterlist <3 // my Patreon to become a member! (get access to +20 works) <3 // Save a Life carrd made by me! <3

Argument with Austin that ends with angry sex + “do you wanna fuck with me right now or get fucked?”

Pulling his wedding ring off BEFORE he’s fucking you + teacher!austin x student!reader??

Making him purposely mad and teasing him and being a brat until he’s breaking and at first he’s nice to you and so on but then he’s showing you some respect; “I’ve been patient with your bratty attitude all day, time to show me some god damn respect you disrespectful whore.” mean!dom!austin

Like in YOU following you and just being completely obsessed with you. stalker/psychopath!austin

“If I tell you right now to go on your knees, then you will go on you knees, cause you can’t resist me, you can’t, your weak for me, you would do anything for me.” manipulative!austin

“My ex boyfriend edged me 20 times.” “Oh you shouldn’t have told me that baby, you know how challenging I am, let’s try a bit more, shall we?“ You crying and shaking your head, apologising but he's only laughing before he’s edging you 30-35 times??? mean!dom!austin

“Please I can’t anymore.” “but why not? Ur now so perfectly stretched out now.” “Please, you completely used me.” “I know and I am not done doing it.” dom!austin

Threatening Austin with him sleeping on the couch and he’s all cute and begging not to

“If you cum, I’ll stop touching you, if you cum a second time, then you won’t be allowed to cum until I say so, if you disobey me then and cum, I’ll make you cum until your begging me to stop.” mean!dom!austin

You needing to be fucked stupid by him and telling him that. dom!austin

Spill your guts or fill your guts with Austin butler as husband

Him telling you that if you don’t cry while eating spicy chicken in that hot wings show, that he got a present for you then and you telling him that if the present isn’t that he’s fucking you to tears, that you’ll be mad. dom!austin

Attention by Charlie Puth - you and Austin being undercover agents and need to play a couple in love, dancing sexually together and touching and staring at each other / enemies to lovers???

You being a potter (pottery women LMAO) and Austin going to you, pottering and enjoying the time together then him coming again and asking for you and then pottering again and asking you out and him touching you (sexually) but you don’t want it and he respects it and just falling asleep, maybe morning after being all cute and stuff???? (Maybe PDA relationship with Kaia and him 'breaking up' with her then and dating you)

Police officer!austin x reader / her speeding and her paying with sex

Him putting some pill that makes you horny in your drink or food and then refusing to fuck you

Fucking you while he’s driving

You being to shy to tell him that you want him to slap you and spit in your mouth but in the end he fucks you hard and rough with all those kinks + dumbification kink??

Crawling into his lap while he’s gaming

Toxic bf argument (LIKE RLLY TOXIC) but then manipulating you into having sex with him | ultraviolence-Lana del ray???

“Maybe you should leave, before I get to mean and take it out on you.” With Charles and Carlos? Charles and Pierre?

Being obsessed with Carlos's hands

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monzamash · 1 year

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the good, the bad and what could’ve been — lando norris (part three)

summary – nine years. an age gap that you didn’t know would cause so much heartache. you tell yourself that it’s fine, he tells you that he could give you the world but this was a cautionary tale of what could’ve been if you just let love win. pairing – lando norris x you (female reader) chapter warning – 18+ (smut, language, age gap/older woman) word count – 8k a/n – the third and final part! thank you all for being so patient x inspired by charlie puth's song called boy. masterlist

part one | part two | part three

Previously...

But that’s what made him the dangerous choice. All these insecurities and fears swirled around in your head as you fell asleep in his warm embrace, limbs tangled together like a web, tender between your thighs and an ache in your heart.

You were falling in love with Lando; that much was true but what would the cost be of handing your heart over to someone who had the world at his feet, everything still to experience?

Winter had come and gone and spring was blossoming in all it’s glory, bringing with it new opportunity. Little by little, leaves sprouted on the branches, chirping birds returned to their homes and the scent of fresh flowers filled the busy streets of London – life resuming to normal after a long, brutal winter. The New Year proved to be quite fruitful, with you landing a freelancing job and loving it. It was time to recalibrate your goals and aspirations, reconsider where you saw yourself in five years.

The closing of one chapter gave you permission to want more, to expect more than the mundane and experience what the world had to offer. You’d settled for less for far too long but now you were finally stepping up and advocating for yourself – to yourself.

“You seem so happy.”

Rae couldn’t help herself. She’d kept tight-lipped until now, sensing the shift in your mood weeks ago and loving how much you’d been smiling lately. And she knew why. A certain curly haired man had shown you what happiness looked like, what it felt like and most importantly, how it could mend a broken spirit. You were stumbling through life, chasing unattainable goals and it made you miserable. You were free-spirited, a lone wolf – and Lando allowed you to explore that, to be spontaneous.

“I am,” You simply replied and took a sip of the coffee she’d made you, watching your eyes glimmer in the morning light. There was a sparkle ever present when you talked about him or thought about him – a spark ignited deep within. Burning.

“And how does Lando feel about being the reason you’re so happy?” Rae asked with a sly, knowing smile as she clasped her hands under her chin, waiting for you to spill all the tea she’d missed out on over the last couple of week.

“Don’t know, to be honest. I assume he knows he’s the reason – and hopefully I’m part of the reason why he’s racing so well. We talk nearly every day…” You confessed, cheeks every so lightly blushing underneath the thin layer of foundation.

Rae nodded and flicked through her phone, “He’s going very well apparently. Mark gives me an update every weekend – kinda strange to think that he’s on the other side of the world right now.” She glanced up with furrowed brows, face-palming her forehead, “As if you need to be reminded of that. I'm sorry.”

You shrugged, “It’s totally fine. I actually… No, I shouldn’t say it.” You hesitated, knowing that if you said the words out loud, they would suddenly become real and you didn’t want to put those thoughts and feelings out into the universe – not yet.

“Well you have to now,” Rae chuckled, her full attention all yours.

“I thought that maybe he would’ve asked me to come along to a race – his home one at least but it hasn’t come up… and I’ve been pathetically hinting at it – it’s really lame so forget I said anything,” You quickly muttered, fumbling over your words and feeling your heart start to race.

“That’s like, the opposite of lame. You should ask him.”

“No fucking way. God, even just thinking about asking him makes me want to throw up,” You laughed, almost choking on your words as if it was the last thing on earth you would ever do, “No, if he wants me there, he’ll ask.”

Rae nodded and went back to the coffee in her hands, “Your call but I think he’d appreciate you being forward. I can hear how much you mean to him when you’re on the phone… don’t take what you have for granted.”

“Sage advice, Sensai.”

You promised to think about it. But things were perfect with Lando and the last thing you wanted to do was over step boundaries when everything had been smooth sailing. You strongly believed that if he wanted you there, he would ask and you were sticking with it. It wasn’t the end of the world if he didn’t either, and maybe he was worried that the whole spectacle would scare you away. The endless rotation of thoughts tumbled around in your head until you finally fell asleep, curled up in his bed, waiting for him to come home.

The sound of his soft voice a few hours later woke you from your nap, “What are you doing here? Where’s your Mum?” You heard him ask your puppy who was skating around his feet, scratching the floorboards and no doubt nearly weeing herself with excitement.

The faint squeak of the bedroom door made your heart flip in your chest, watching him step through with a small smile. His eyes were dark and those wild curls you loved fell flat over his forehead – physically shattered from a whole day of travel, flight cancelations delaying his return home but he exhaled when he spotted you propped up in his bed, relieved that you were still here after weeks away. A weight had been taken off his weary shoulders when he saw your face.

“Welcome home,” You whispered as he dropped his luggage at the door and unclipped the backpack on his shoulders, eyebrows furrowed in contemplation.

“God, I’ve missed you.”

Lando jumped up onto the bed like a shot and summoned the last remaining ounces of energy he had, crawling over your duvet-covered body. You had thought about surprising him with something cute, like a new two-piece lingerie set because that’s what you’d always done for men. Dolled yourself up until you were unrecognisable, servicing them and not wearing what you wanted. But Lando worshiped the ground you walked on, made you feel sexier than you’d ever felt before. Oversized t-shirts and track pants were his love language. Comfort was important to him and there was nothing he loved more than seeing you relaxed. Cosy and content.

“Missed you more.” You sighed as Lando grasped the duvet and ripped it back, along with the sheets; a smirk teasing on his lips, “Doubt that very much.”

The unruly curls were even more frazzled close up, the bags under his eyes darker than the last time you’d seen him. His cheeks were hollowed, bone structure more prominent and small blemishes had surfaced on his soft skin, reminding him that even in the chaos of a double header, he still needed to follow a skincare routine. His sullen features made your heart sink as he hovered above you; his cheeky expression the only thing keeping you from asking if he was okay, if he was struggling. There was glimmer in his eyes that settled your fears, a bright spark igniting behind the bloodshot whites giving you silent reassurance that being here with you was the lifeline that he needed right now.

“I thought about this every day… about you, about us. Feel like a muppet for being away from a creature as beautiful as you for so long,” Lando chuckled through his confession – reflecting on how ridiculous the last few weeks had been, how stupid he was for not calling more.

“A really cute muppet though,” You teased, making him giggle and lose balance, fatigued arms giving out and causing him to land on top of you with a loud huff. You took his entire body weight with a sigh, arms wrapped around his torso; head nestled into the crook of his neck. Lando did the same – lips dancing over the shell of your ear, whispering how beautiful you looked, how desperately he craved the feeling of you tangled up with him but his voice was strained, depleted.

Lando managed to lift himself up and save you from the crush, propped up on his elbow, eyes trained on the side of you face in the dimly lit bedroom. The only light source coming from the laptop to your left, white light blasting up the dark walls as you laid peacefully, fingertips brushing over the exposed skin on your shoulder.

“Did Max let you in? I didn’t see him downstairs,” Lando asked, curious to know how you managed to surprise him like this, welcoming him home with open arms.

“He gave me his key – he’s gone up to Bristol for some racing thing, he said. And Chompy and I couldn’t wait to see you so he offered. I hope that’s okay…”

You felt awkward all of a sudden, like you’d overstepped one of those invisible boundaries that were in place, about to explode on a grenade. But Lando’s rolling eyes softened you, a smile erupting on his face as he leaned in and captured your lips, “More than okay. Wish you were here all the time.”

He didn’t mean for that to sound the way it did. Moving in together wasn’t on the agenda but he appreciated you being there tonight, a familiar face to ground him again after weeks spent flying around the world, Austria being the last stop.

“How long are you back for this time?”

The question was laced in faux curiosity – you knew how long you had him in London, down to the hour if you were being totally honest. The innocent question made Lando think, mind flicking through the days like a diary in the palms of his hands, “A bit over a week, I reckon. Silverstone’s this weekend – home race,” He replied animatedly, eyes wide and shining bright.

“Exciting,” You whispered as Lando stretched his back, hand squeezing your hip.

“I’ve got you a pass for the weekend but realised I hadn’t actually asked if you were free… You are, right?” His question quelled all of your fears of him thinking you weren’t interested in his life, not willing to take that next step with him.

You nodded, simply, wordless while you turned onto your side. Lando smiled and closed his eyes as your hands trawled through his uncontrollable hair, curls tangling around your fingers while you pulled him closer and pressed another sweet kiss to his lips, “I’ll be shitting myself the whole time but that’ll be out weighed by seeing you in your race suit, I guess.”

Lando huffed out a soft chuckle, eyes cracking open ever so slightly – playfully narrowed, “I do look really sexy in the kit.” You hummed in agreement, nodding while closing the gap again, lips softly touching before his hand snaked up and held your jaw gently, holding you in place.

The two of you stayed like that for the rest of the night, wrapped up in each other; slowly drifting off to sleep. Having Lando home brought you more joy than you thought it would, a comfort that caught you by surprise. You were an independent woman, self-reliant but he gave you something that you didn’t even know you needed – companionship. A sounding board to all your shit, someone who listened without judgement, unfiltered opinions on anything and everything.

And unbeknownst to you, Lando had made it his mission to be that person for you. He was quickly learning all your whims, the good and the bad and appreciating how you saw the world so differently to him – so wise. This was, after all, his first serious relationship and he was in uncharted waters, with an older woman.

But once you’d gotten to know more about each other than what was underneath your clothes, the age gap was merely a factoid in your story. You were everything he could’ve conjured up in a dream journal – smart, sexy, funny, down to earth and into him. Well-travelled, cultured, successful; you were everything and still, after three months, couldn’t believe that he was the one you were falling in love with; that you were his.

The morning of race day was utter madness. Lando was running late, as per usual, rushing around his apartment trying to find his sunglasses until you picked them up from his kitchen counter with a smile. Thank you, he whispered, pressing a hurried kiss to your cheek before hiking up his backpack and pulling you towards the front door. You’d kept your outfit simple and boringly beige, not wanting to stand out too much in the paddock. The white knitted dress that came down to mid-thigh, black tights, combat boots and a taupe Burberry trenchcoat did the job at staying low-key, blending into the background noise and avoiding the chaos.

Max had promised to metaphorically hold your hand the entire day, making sure you weren’t separated from the small Quadrant crew that had also been invited along to the British Grand Prix. You didn’t know much about them, nor did you realise how renowned they were but everywhere they went, they were bombarded with people asking for selfies and autographs.

“It’s getting fucking stupid now. We’ve gotta go!” Ria, who you’d met barely five minutes ago, yelled at Max who was pointing towards the paddock entrance with a panicked look on his face. “You go first babes,” She smiled, more of less pushing you towards the turnstile with your pass around your neck, finally making it through the gates.

You wondered how they ever got used to that – the constant attention. And if it was this bad for them, you couldn’t imagine how intense it was for Lando. Truth be told, you’d never actually gone out on an official date together, always opting for post-mates and spending quality time alone at home – away from prying eyes and ill-mannered people who had no sense of personal space. But would it be like this everywhere you went with him? Were you prepared to have your whole life on display for the world to see? You had no clue.

“I’m so sorry about that,” Max exhaled, grasping your shoulder with sympathetic eyes. He was more shocked than you were about the whole situation and you couldn’t help but chuckle at how stunned he was, readjusting his Quadrant cap.

“Didn’t realise you were so famous, Maxy boy. Kind of impressed,” You teased back, earning a chuckle from Ria who had walked up beside you, arm linked with yours, “Don’t stroke his ego too much.”

“Good point.”

There were celebrities filing through the crowd in droves and the pit lane was absolutely loaded with people trying to get a glimpse of the teams. McLaren were the epitome of formula one in the United Kingdom, you’d been told and that was backed up ten-fold when you peeked into the garage, searching for their star drivers. Lando had spoken about Daniel fondly and admired the way he was able to put his head down and tune out the bullshit. You told him to let some of that resilience rub off on him, knowing that the external noise is never as bad as what’s going on inside his head. But you could only control one of the two.

You could almost see those internal thoughts swirling above Lando’s tilted head when you spotted him in the back of the garage – intently analysing jumbled numbers on a screen and biting his fingernails. He looked almost angelic standing amongst the madness in the white skin-tight fireproofs, suit folded down and hanging around his jutted hips. His thumb was basically in his mouth, teeth violently chomping away at the skin as he processed whatever it was the man beside him was saying, eyebrows rising when he mentioned something of interest.

“Don’t be offended if he doesn’t come over and say hello – he’s usually in the zone by now and blocks everyone out.” Max explained, managing your expectations and you appreciated the heads up. You didn’t know what to expect from the day but having a reassuring voice giving you the low down helped more than he knew.

“Oh, of course. It’s awesome to see it all in person – so much crazier than on TV,” You replied with wide eyes and an understanding smile.

Max nodded and continued to meet people while you stood beside him and the Quadrant team, taking in the scenes. The main difference between being at the track on race day and watching it on TV were the television crews. Everywhere you looked there were several people swinging around a cameraman, trying not to run into people or disrupt other stations broadcasts. You chuckled at a couple of the pit crew dancing in the background of a shot, knowing that their weekend had been a lot longer than anyone else’s here.

You were so preoccupied watching them fooling around that you hadn’t felt someone sneaking up behind you, hand gently gripping your waist; the whispered ‘hi’ in your ear assuring you that it was Lando. His hand retreated before you spun around, the other holding a water bottle up to his mouth.

“Hi you,” You replied sweetly, instinctively reaching out to nudge his hip but deciding mid air to keep your hands to yourself. Lando noticed and chuckled as he took a gulp of water, eyes scanning your face.

“You’re a little bit sunburnt, baby.” He stated with a smirk, taking in your flushed cheeks and feeling his heart flip at how happy you looked. “Are you having fun?”

“Lots of fun. And I’m being very well looked after – thank you by the way,” You replied quietly, Lando taking a step forward so he could hear you over all the commotion. He scanned the small group of his closest friends and internally jumped for joy that they had stuck to their word and kept an eye out for you.

“Better fucking be. I’m paying them the big bucks,” Lando winked and pulled up the rope that was separating the two of you, “Want a tour?”

Naturally your eyebrows rose with excitement and you nodded, quickly whipping your head around to see where Max had gone and thankfully catching Ria’s attention. You pointed towards Lando who was already dragging you away and she held her hand up to her ear, gesturing for you to call her when you needed to meet up with them again. You figured there was enough time for this tour before Lando needed to be under lock and key and you hoped you weren’t being a distraction as you sheepishly followed him through the garage.

“I’m just gonna grab my gloves from my room and walk her back to the paddock,” Lando whispered to Jon, who had been one of the sweetest people you’d met so far. No worries mate, he replied with a smile before returning to his phone.

Once you were out of sight of the crowd and cameras, Lando held out his hand for you to take, clasping it firmly as he tugged you through the narrow hallways and behind the motorhomes set up side by side. He was strategic in his route, giggling when he spotted all the media looking around to bundle up drivers and team bosses for a quick comment before the race, “We’re so sneaky.”

You stayed close to him as he weaved you around once last corner and up a couple of steps, whipping the door closed as quickly as it was opened. The room was snug - only a few metres wide each way, a small daybed tucked against the wall and a desk beside you. Lando had video called you a couple of times from here, giving you the grand tour of his tiny drivers room but it was surreal to see his sanctuary in person.

“Wow, I knew it was small but you can barely swing a cat in here.” Your comment made Lando chuckle as he tidied the bed that he’d clearly been napping in before leaving to find you.

“But it’s cute and I like this a lot…” You pointed to the Polaroid stuck to the large mirror hanging above his desk – the photo was of the two of you on New Years Eve, tipsy and falling in love, “Softie.”

“How dare you call me a softie,” Lando scoffed, snaking his arms around your waist and pulling your back to his chest, trailing soft kisses up the side of your neck. “’Cause you’ve made me like this, you know.”

The rational little voice in your head was telling you to put ice on whatever Lando had on his mind, his hands doing all the talking as they skimmed over your stomach, heading north towards the two things he loved the most. You stopped their course and tutted, turning in his embrace and pining his hands to his chest, “Don’t get yourself all worked up before the race. We don’t have enough time.”

“Oh, there’s always time for this.” Lando wrestled out of your grip, way too easily you’ll admit and resumed his hold on your waist, seizing your lips in a deep kiss.

It took your breath away momentarily but you quickly snapped back to reality and slung your arms over his shoulders, bringing him closer again. He was warm to the touch, the skin on the nape of his neck sizzling under your fingertips, curls tangled from the humidity. Lando wasn’t fucking around when his tongue swiped across your bottom lip, splitting your lips and deepening the kiss even more. There wasn’t much you loved more than kissing him, wrestling each other for dominance through soft moans. The rush of blood between your thighs indicated that this was all a little bit too steamy for a pre-race catch up and you reluctantly pulled away, lips ghosting over his as you both caught your breath.

“You were right – I’m really fucking hard now,” Lando winked and brushed his fingers through his messy curls with a smirk. You rolled your eyes and shoved his chest, putting as much distance as you could between you in the tight confines.

“Zero self-control,” You playfully scolded and readjusted your trench as Lando stepped forward and straightened your collar, “But I can’t really talk because you look insanely sexy in this…” You tugged on the race suit hanging on his hips, wishing you could peel it off his body – right here, right now.

“Oh, really?” He taunted, “How sexy?”

“Like, bend me over this desk and fuck me sexy,” You stated bluntly and Lando threw his head back with a groan before rushing you with another kiss.

You couldn’t help but laugh at how desperate he was, hands friskily roaming your backside before he pulled himself away and grasped your face between his hands, “How I can simultaneously love you and hate you baffles me.”

Lando’s eyes were sincere, soft and mesmerized. You bit down on your lip, hiding the smile tugging on the corners of your mouth while you thought of a response worthy of his words. Of course you felt the same way but there was always something stopping you from saying it back. I love you too being the response Lando was looking for, pleading for. He’d said it so many times without hesitation, receiving a kiss or some kind of diversion every single time.

And it was killing him.

“I am a woman of many mysteries, my dear.”

Like a dagger to the heart.

“That is very true.” Lando averted his eyes from yours and brushed himself off, pulling the race suit over his shoulders and zipping it up. He was smiling and you breathed a sigh of relief, reassured that you hadn’t upset him before the race. At least that’s what you thought. Lando’s mind however, was racing – so many fears eating him up inside but he needed to focus on the challenge ahead.

And that’s what he did for the next three hours. Raced the wheels off that papaya car like his life depended on it, his sole focus was getting it over the checkered flag and having a respectable race after weeks of struggling to secure points.

“That’s P4, Lando – great race, mate.”

Lando cheering into his radio and thanking his team had you beaming with pride. He’d been doing it tough these past few races so finishing in the top five at his home race was exactly the kind of confidence boost he needed. It was a long season after all and he needed keep his spirits up – something that you were more than happy to help with.

“You were an absolute killer out there!” You enthused as your arms wrapped around Lando’s waist, pulling him into a hug with a contented smile. He immediately nuzzled into your neck and sighed, squeezing your shoulders in his embrace before pulling back with a grin. “You were amazing.”

“Time to celebrate, yeah?” Lando asked, glancing over at Max who was nodding with an equally large smile before leading everyone towards the parking lot.

“Let’s get the fuck out of here.”

After rushing back to your apartment and changing into something nightclub appropriate, Max texted Lando the address for the place you would all be going to. A few of the other drivers had been invited, George Russell being the only one you’d been introduced to and all of Lando’s high school mates who had come along to the race. You knew from the second you stepped into the claustrophobic club that you’d be looking for a familiar face to latch onto, fully aware that your safety blanket would be pulled in every possible direction – and that’s exactly what happened.

You found yourself sitting alone in a small booth at the back of the club, watching Lando laughing along with his friends, smile lines more present now than you’d ever seen. The condensation on your glass had seeped down onto the table, a perfect excuse to distract you from the sickly pit forming in your stomach as you watched girl after girl attempt to make their move. It was a weird feeling – far from jealously. Guilt. A sense of shame rippled through your body as you watched him politely excuse himself and search the dance floor for you. I’m just going to the bathroom, you’d told him nearly twenty minutes ago. A little white lie to slip away but now, here you were, hiding from the man who loved you. Guilt-ridden.

“Can I sit?” You heard a loud voice ask, startling you out of your thoughts and into his chocolate brown eyes that were glistening under the dim lighting. Carlos Sainz.

“Of course. Congratulations on your win… you must be buzzing,” You leaned forward with praise, hoping he heard you over the loud music blasting through the speakers above.

He smiled in acknowledgement before taking a sip of his cocktail, “Ay, yes. Very happy but what makes me happier is to see little Lando so happy – he speaks of you a lot, you know? Doesn’t shut up sometimes…” Carlos trailed off with a knowing smirk, suggestively wiggling his eyebrows. He was tipsy.

“I’m sure he’ll hate you telling me that.” You returned the smile and grasped your glass for stability. There was something about what Carlos had said that made you nervous, pressured somehow when all he was doing was teasing his friend.

“I don’t get to make fun too much with him – so serious all the time but no,” Carlos mumbled, trying to keep track of his sentence, “Very happy he has found you.”

A couple of beats passed before you opened your mouth to speak but as you did, you felt a hand snake across your shoulder, sending a jolt down your spine before you turned to see who the hand belonged to. “Sneaking off with Sainz already? I thought you’d at least wait a couple of hours before leaving me for him.”

Lando was teasing and you knew that but Carlos in his drunken state waved his hands around like a madman, assuring his younger friend that he would do no such thing, to which Lando just snickered and brushed him off. She is beautiful though, Carlos loudly whispered, Lando's eyes catching yours as the Spaniard launched himself into his arms. It was comical and sweet the way the two of them stood there, silently hugging before Lando managed to escape his friends grip, slipping away as if nothing had happened and immediately meeting your eyes again.

“Wanna get out of here?” He mouthed; memories flashing back to the first time those words were muttered between the two of you – sparking this whole whirlwind romance. Of course you nodded, needing some fresh air and a new perspective, hoping the cloud of doubts swirling around in your subconscious for most of the night, and month, would just disappear.

The two of you hadn’t even made it through your front door before Lando’s hands were roaming your skin, fingertips leaving chills as they explored your body. You hadn’t had much to drink; a cocktail and a glass of bubbly in hospitality hours ago and Lando was the same – leaving the drinking to his mates like most of his nights out on the town. He wanted to have a clear mind for when he found himself alone with you, completely focused on the task at hand and soaking in every little detail so he could take that with him next weekend when he couldn’t roll over and have you whenever he felt like it. He hated leaving you like that – deprived of his touch.

“I don’t need foreplay,” You moaned into his mouth, breathless and needy as you straddled his lap – slowly grinding down and working you both into a whining mess. Lando had managed to lure you to the bedroom, mumbling something along the lines of your dog watching us fuck is a mood killer and you couldn't contest that. He loved taking you on the couch, hearing your screams echoing off the concrete walls downstairs but not tonight.

“That turned on for me, huh? Barely even touched you,” Lando teased while you lined him up, eyes never leaving his as you slid down and took every inch of him with ease. You nodded in response and leaned back, fingernails digging deep into his tensed thighs as you rocked back and forth, setting the pace and finding that angle that had you aching with pleasure.

“That’s feeling un-fucking-believable for me, baby. Holy shit…” Lando gasped, fingertips deeply entrenched in the skin on your hips, rolling them back and forward between his rough palms.

Eyes closed and bottom lip securely clenched between your front teeth suppressed the amount of pleasure you were feeling as he stretched you out, meeting your thrusts with a growl as you rode him. Lando struggled with relinquishing control, always wanting to be the one giving it to you on a silver platter, either missionary or hitting it from behind. And you loved that but you felt greedy for always being the lazy one, and after a long weekend, the least you could do was take some of the load off the gorgeous man whimpering below you. Begging you to come with him.

“I’ve been so pent up today, seeing you in that fucking dress and having you grinding up on me in the club. I nearly exploded in my fucking pants and right now, you feel so tight – so warm and I can’t hold on when you move like that… Jesus Christ,” Lando muttered and groaned, throwing his head back into your soft linen pillows, chuckling at how good you felt wrapped around his throbbing cock, clenching every time you bottomed out.

Lando lifted his head from the pillows he was buried in and licked the pad of his thumb before brushing it over your swollen clit and setting the bundle of nerves alight. He needed you to be where he was; desperately chasing your high and he could tell you weren’t quite there yet until he heard it – the tell tale sign that you were feeling as good as he was. It was a low moan, unlike any other sound he had ever heard before and it had him grinning like a Cheshire cat when it slipped past your beautifully parted lips. Angelically flushed face scrunched up in concentration as you chased your ecstasy and blocked out all of the thoughts rushing through your head. All you could think about now was your body bursting into flames.

Your name was falling from Lando’s lips as he squeezed his eyes shut, mouth falling agape while he watched you start to unravel above him. His gaze was hindered by lust, vision blurry as grasped your hands that were pressed down on his perspiring chest, heart beating wildly under the taut skin. You could feel it thrumming against your palms, matching your pulse as you let the knot in the pit of your stomach detonate, pussy fluttering as your high hit with ferocity. Give it to me, you chanted over and over until you felt him filling you up, spilling out and giving you every drop you were desperately begging for.

"Fucking take it, baby. Take it all," Lando growled as you slowed your movements, sensitivity now making every stroke more and more unbearable – so much so that he had to still your hips while he composed himself, eyes closed and tongue licking his chapped lips.

You leaned down and kissed them, still warming his cock but knowing you needed to get up – the pain in your thighs urging you to stretch before you started cramping from straddling his lap for so long. There was something different in the way Lando looked at you as you got up from the bed. It was hard to decipher; several shades of emotions spread across his face, ones that he couldn’t quite express in the way he wanted. And one’s you maybe didn’t want to hear.

“What’s that look?”

Curiosity got the better of you.

But deep down there was a part of you that knew that look anywhere – the look of complete adoration. You’d seen it so many times before, most recently with your friend Rae and her husband; both of them being wholly and utterly in love with each other, til death do they part. There was no doubt in your mind that they were soul mates, destined to be together for the rest of their lives, living a full life in each other’s company. What they had was a happily ever after kind of love.

Lando propped his back up against your bedhead and smiled to himself as you slipped under the sheets beside him, “I was just thinking about how fucking perfect you are and that I’ve never felt like this before. Ever.”

But his face dropped when you looked away from him, avoiding his eye contact. “You know, you do that every time I say something like that.”

You sighed and reluctantly captured his gaze again, “Do what?”

“Look away from me, like you don’t want to admit to your feelings. Because I know you have them – I feel them every time you kiss me, every time you touch me and it’s different with you… You’re special to me. I think you might actually be–”

Without even thinking, your fingertips flew to Lando’s lips and stopped him mid sentence. You didn’t know what came over you – maybe panic, trying your best to mitigate the damages that you knew were inevitably going to come. It pained you to do it and it hurt even more when Lando’s dark blue eyes widened, as if a crushing weight had just come down and pummelled his spirit.

“Don’t say it.”

“You don’t even know what I was going to say,” Lando chuckled against your fingertips and through the pain, reaching up and tracing his thumb across your jawline with a strained smile, “Please let me finish.”

“I can’t.”

“Why not?” His voice was stronger, stare narrowed in faux confusion. He knew what was coming, he wasn’t entirely oblivious, but he had to play dumb; act like what you were about to say was the most ludicrous thing he’d ever heard and convince you that whatever had you worried, he could fix.

But you weren’t stupid. You knew that he had sensed your wavering, the diversions every time he proclaimed how much he cared about you, the little gestures of affection that left you awkwardly speechless. It wasn’t because you couldn’t express your feelings, hell, you were a grown ass woman and it wasn’t because you didn’t love him because deep down there was a part of you that did. And maybe in some alternate universe where you weren’t in your thirties and he wasn’t a young, hotshot driver, you could’ve waited for everything to fall into place. But that wasn’t your situation. It was complicated – too much so.

“You know why…”

He wasn’t expecting the tables to be turned back on him so quickly. But the realisation hit him like a tonne of bricks; of course you knew. Of course you could see right through him, like a ghost – you’d done that since the second he laid eyes on you, read him like an open book even when he thought he was being slick, as if you hadn’t experienced all of this before. He hated that you were two steps ahead with him always on the back foot and playing catch up. He should’ve known better than to call your bluff, putting on a brave face when all he wanted to do was rewind and follow your lead. Take it slow. Easy does it. Don’t scare her off.

But he loved you; Lando couldn’t hide that. You were different. You were special. You were everything he could’ve asked for and now he could feel you slipping away.

“Don’t do this to me.” He whispered; head titled and voice meek, unsteady. The façade had finally fallen, all cards laid out on the table for all to see. You couldn’t look at him after those words left his mouth, chills surging down your spine. The room was dark, lit only by the hallway light seeping through the open door but you could see him clear as day; shattering into tiny pieces and simultaneously trying to pick them up as they fell to the floor.

“You can’t do this – not now. We’re just starting to get into a rhythm. You said you wanted this and I thought it was going well, like, you are enjoying this, right? What’s changed?” He was desperate now, clutching at every straw in the pack, searching for answers while you sat silently, mustering up the energy to tell him the cold hard truth.

You sighed and grasped his hand, shaking as you interlaced your fingers. It was selfish to want him close while you broke his heart but you were hurting too; gut-wrenched and guilt ridden that you’d allowed it to go on for this long. Four months of pure bliss masked your reality, blinders shielding you from the truth.

“I guess tonight I realised how much you have left to experience and I can’t hold you back from all of that… You should’ve been dancing with those girls tonight, living it up while you still can, you know?”

“Frankly, I don’t.” Lando scoffed, shaking his head fervently, “Who do you think I am? Fuckin’... Joey Essex or something? I’m not a player. I’m not some guy who fucks around for the sake of it. If that’s who you think I am, then fuck me. You don’t know me at all, baby.” His voice was venomous with a hint of amusement and you couldn’t help but crack a small smile.

Because he was right.

“Okay so maybe you’re not Joey Essex,” You rolled your eyes, “But you’re young! And hot and rich and famous and… There’s so much more out there for you than settling for this. For me.”

“But I want you.”

“You don’t know what you want.”

“I know that I’m in love with you.”

“You don’t know what love is.”

The longer the back and forth went on, the more nauseous you were becoming – whiplashed by words. You didn’t want to fight with him but he was adamant to fight for you, to convince you to forget about it for tonight. But your accusation that he didn’t know what love meant cut deep, slicing through his heart and belittling everything he’d done for you, how he felt about you. Undermining what you have together.

“Don’t treat me like a child. You don’t treat me like that when I’m making you scream my name or when you’re begging me to fuck you. So why are you doing it now?!” His voice was raised, teetering on the edge of a full-blown screaming match.

“Because I’ve been lying to myself! Telling myself that this was okay, that maybe we could make it work because you were so sweet, so charming. And I love what we’ve done together; you’ve made me feel alive again. But I’ve taken enough from you – you deserve more. And I deserve more – someone who isn’t away seven months out of the year; someone to start a family with and I can’t do that with you.”

A single tear silently rolled down your cheek and you hadn’t even realised that Lando was frozen in place, watching his world crumbling in around him. He wished he had the right words, prayed to a higher power to give him the words that would ease your mind and forget about the future until you realised you couldn’t live without him. But he wasn’t that lucky, not today, not ever – he just had to hold his ground and fight.

“I know that you’ve been in more relationships than me and I know that you’ve been fucked over more times than you deserve. One is too many since you are the single most beautiful person I have ever met.” Lando’s voice was low and faltering as he spoke, tears now prickling the corners of his eyes.

“But I want those things with you, maybe not right now but I see a future with you – I really fucking do. And I’ve tried to be that guy for you every single day since the moment we met but you haven’t let me. I want to be the guy you call in the middle of the night when you can't sleep – someone you can rely on. I’ll be the man you need me to be, I swear. Give me a chance to show you.”

Silence filled the dark room, distant sirens outside your window took some of the edge off but the tension was thick – suffocating as you threw the duvet off your legs, suddenly feeling like your chest was on fire, flushed red. You blinked a couple of times before burying your head in your hands, raking fingers through your tangled hair. There were no more tears, just unfiltered emotion running rampant in your mind, weighing up everything that had been said – figuring out where that left you. But like in the weeks leading up to this moment, you found yourself back at the same place every time. Broken.

And nothing could change the way you feel.

“Your future is my present, Lando. And I hate this – I don’t want this to be the end but I don’t have time and you have so much living left to do. I know that you can’t see that now but I promise you that I’m right. I promise you that you will forget about me and find someone worthy of your love, someone who can wait for you to be ready for all the things you want out of life – someone to share the journey with because I’ve missed all of that and if I could turn the clock back and start again with you, I would do it in a heartbeat because you are so much more than I could’ve ever asked for. But life is cruel and I can’t take those years away from you, I can't.”

There was an eerily long pause before Lando spoke, time really feeling like the burden it had always been.

“You’re right – I don’t understand.”

You wanted to shake him, make him believe your words more than anything but you remembered what you would’ve thought at twenty-three. Wide eyed and naïve, hearing the person you loved telling you that your feelings weren’t real and you hated to think that he would resent you for all of this; but of course he would. Why wouldn’t he?

“But it doesn’t change the way I feel about you.” Not yet, you thought.

“I know it doesn’t,” You barely whispered as Lando stood up to pull on his boxer briefs from the floor, feeling vulnerable and exposed, physically and emotionally.

“Do you want me to go?” He asked, solemn and quiet. Eyes hooded with fatigue as he gazed down at you in bed, arms limp at his sides while he waited for your answer; bated breath rushing through his lungs, heartbeat pounding in his ears.

You shook your head and gently patted the spot he’d left beside you. It was barely warm as your fingertips brushed over the white sheet, a subtle reminder of what it would feel like without him there, out of your life. Maybe it was immoral to tempt him back into your bed and it was definitely wrong to let him kiss you, to touch you, to make love to you until the sun came up. But the way he stared into your soul as he rested his weary head on your pillow, eyes pleading with you for one last memory together, you couldn’t refuse him that. You couldn’t deny him the closure he needed, if that was even something you could give.

One of the several alarms on your phone jolted you awake, the jingle making your stomach flip as you reached over and silenced it with a huff. Your head was thumping, eyes sealed shut with sleep, mind numbed and an ache between your thighs that reminded you of the events that transpired last night. You could be easily forgiven for the pang of regret coursing through your body as you remembered the words that were said in the heat of the moment. For pushing away the only good thing in your life at present.

A cold shiver travelling down your spine sent you on a mission to find that good thing, your hand reaching for the warm body you’d become so accustomed to feeling beside you.

But when you turned over, he wasn’t there – his side was cold, wrinkled. Empty.

You sat up in disbelief, eyes searching the room for any signs of life besides you. Lando? You called out and wrapped yourself up in a robe, thinking that maybe he was downstairs making a cup of tea or watching TV. For some reason, you hadn’t even considered the obvious as you walked around your apartment, looking in the kitchen and the courtyard, phone in your hand.

Maybe the harsh reality was too hard to stomach, too hard to comprehend. In hindsight it didn't seem that unbelievable, that for Lando, waking up next to you knowing it would probably be the last time he ever saw you was a painful memory he would rather not have locked away in his subconscious for the rest of his life.

And once reality hit, you stopped in your tracks. Stood still in your cold, lonely apartment once again. Tears streamed down your face when you came to grips with your own self-inflicted pain. Lando was gone. You knew it was for the best, better for both of you and in time that would become clearer; easier to bear. But what killed you the most was that there was no way of knowing if he was happier now than he was with you because you never heard from him again. Not a knock on your door, not even a drunken text. And you deserved that. You had no right to his life from that day on.

But all of the late nights, the stories, the deep, dark secrets and the whispered sweet nothings you had shared together haunted you for years, even after you married the love of your life.

Forever left wondering, what could’ve been?

a/n - i promise that i'll do happier lando fics in the near future but i hope you enjoyed this series and thank you again for all the support on it x lots of love! thoughts? feelings? i wanna know all of them! or click here for more of my writing if you liked this x

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Lose My Mind - Stephen Strange x Reader

Paring: Stephen Strange x F!Reader

Word Count: 949

Description: After spending years hoping Y/N would just figure out his feelings for her, Stephen realizes he’s run out of time. He has to tell her or let her go. Based on the song “Kiss Me Before I Fucking Lose My Mind” by Charlie Puth. Bits from the song are used.

“I'm done playing these games. I can't believe what I'm about to say. I won't tell you goodbye, with my love left behind. Kiss me before I fucking lose my mind.”

Other Things: Fluff. Start of relationship.

Warnings: Some swearing.

Masterlist

“You’re… joining the Guardians? Are you serious?” Stephen asks, his brow furrowed at his former apprentice. “As in the group with the talking raccoon and tree?”

Y/N nods with a small laugh, taking a sip of the tea he had previously handed her. “Wasn’t sure where to go, and they offered for me to join them. I get along well with them all, and Quill said they could benefit from my magic.”

“Anyone would benefit from having you around,” he says gruffly, tightly gripping his own glass as he bites back harsher replies. “When would you be leaving and coming back?”

Kicking at the rug she looks up at him sheepishly, “Well, today. I have all my stuff packed upstairs. Just going to meet with them then open a portal between my room here and the room on their ship to move it all over. They don’t make it back to Earth very often, and I don’t really intend on portaling back and forth the entire time. Just going to live the full experience. So maybe in a few years. I’ll be reachable for emergencies though.”

“Years? You’re going to be gone for years?”

“Yeah… after everything that has happened. I mean. I was learning from you and at Kamar-Taj for years, then I was put in charge of this Sanctum for five years, and now you’re back. I’ve had my lessons, and I’m not really needed here. I also don’t feel like going back to Kamar-Taj. Most of the Avengers I knew are gone. Just seems like the best step.”

Stephen nods slowly, unsure what to say. Biting the inside of his cheek as her phone rings.

She pulls it out quickly, giving him an apologetic look as she answers, “Hey Quill, what’s up? Mhm. Yeah I’m just finishing up here and I’ll be headed out. Yep. See you soon.”

“I’d imagine that’s your ride?” he asks stiffly, standing with her as she gets up from her seat.

“Yeah, they got here a bit early. Drax wanted to try a rollercoaster though so they’re running off to do that. But I should get going, have to get everything settled anyways.”

Stepping up closer to the sorcerer, she surprises him by throwing her arms around him. He quickly relaxes into the embrace and brings his arms up to hold her to him, “I’m gonna miss you, you know that right?”

He nods silently against her in the embrace, sighing as she pulls back. Forcing a smile to his lips, “You’ll do great.”

She gives him one last smile before fishing out her sling ring from her pocket and taking a few steps away from him.

As she turns away, Stephen finds himself suddenly reaching out to grab her wrist before she can raise it, his unsteady fingers circling around it as she turns to look at him confused, “Uh, Strange?”

Taking a deep breath, he finally meets her eyes, “I can’t believe I’m about to say this, but I’m done playing these fucking games.”

“Games? You’ve been playing games with me?”

“I’ve spent years, hoping you’d just figure it out,” he says softly. “I’ve never been able to just say it to you, but I… can’t say goodbye. Not again. Not for this. Not without you knowing the truth.”

“Stephen what are you saying?” Y/N asks finally turning to face him. His grip firm on her wrist, jaw set tight, and his blue eyes set intensely on her face.

Suddenly tugging her closer, Y/N nearly falls into his body. She stares up at him in surprise as his heart beats rapidly against his ribcage as he lowers his face closer to her, “Kiss me before I fucking lose my mind.”

Her eyes widen, a moment of panic and doubt gripping his heart. But before he can pull back, her hands are on his cheeks pulling him closer, and her lips against his.

His arms slide quickly around her waist, pulling her flush to his body as every nerve in his body seems to ignite at once. Her lips move on his just as desperately as his own, hoping to convey the words he’d long left unsaid.

They part with only the sound of their heavy breathing in the large room. Her hands grip the neck of his robes tightly, a slight smile playing on her lips as his eyes once again glance down to them.

He presses his forehead to hers, looking into her eyes, “Stay. Please. I need you here, with me.”

“How long have you been holding this back Strange?” she teases, her warm breath tickling his nose.

“Far too long,” he murmurs as he lean back to press soft kisses from her forehead down to her jaw. “And it was getting dire. Stay.”

Reaching up, she slowly runs her nails through his facial hair as she looks up at him lost in thought.

“Please?” he offers quietly, pulling a chuckle from her.

“If I stay, what are we?”

“I’m yours, if that’s what you’re asking,” he answers immediately. “If that’s what you want.”

“So we’re talking exclusivity, boyfriend and girlfriend?”

“If it’s what you want.”

“But what do you want?”

“You,” he states simply. “Preferably staying here, just involved with me.”

“Stephen stop being diplomatic and just ask me,” she teases gently.

“Will you be mine? Preferably only mine?” He smirks as she rolls her eyes.

“Yes Stephen, I’ll date you.”

“And tell the Guardians they can fuck back off to wherever they come from, and you’ll stay?” he asks with the raise of an eyebrow.

Pressing her lips to his once more, she smiles against him before whispering, “I’ll stay.”

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kanmom51 · 1 year

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Jungkook Masterlist

JK’s tattoos masterlist

About JK’s tattoo

JK’s tattoos

JK’s tattoos yet again

JK’s tattoos

JK’s tattoos once again

JK’s tiger tattoo

JK’s tattoos

JK’s tattoos sarcastic interpretation

JK’s proud of his tattoos

JM’s silence

What happened in 2019 that brought on JK tattooing JM on his hand

Again with this?

More examples for the upside down V in ARMY

JK’s tattoos still all there

JM’s dad has same A font in his cafe

Omitting JK’s tattoo from art is just wrong

The plus signs - their meaning

JK had work done on his tattoos

Soundcheck and JK’s new tattoo

JK’s tattoos LV 2022

Can someone explain the no tattoo rule on broadcast tv?

JK’s new tattoos and alterations

JK’s tattoo artist

The mic is blue!!!

Poly C posted on IG

Jikook tattoos connected

JK and the JM tattoo once again

JK’s moon tattoo

Again the JM

This is on purpose. Period

JK’s songs & covers masterlist

JK’s Decalcomania

All of my life (Park Won) - Jungkook’s cover from 27 February 2018

Jungkook’s cover of Adam Levine’s Lost Stars

Is Magic Shop about Jimin

JK’s cover to ‘Only then’

JK’s Still with you (LINK NOT WORKING)

Just because - Only then again

Your Eyes Tell

Falling

Falling too

Jikook and Lauv’s Never not - JK’s cover included

Jikook and Charlie Puth’s We don’t talk anymore

Jungkook’s cover to Hate everything by Golden

Jungkook and Hate everything

Jungkook spotify recommendation list

Stay alive

My You

JK singing My you to army during Mnet Pre-recording

Left and Right CP/JK MV is out

He is simply adorable

Jungkook has great taste in music

Me, Myself & Jungkook

Mood ‘Inner Self’ Teaser Me, Myself, & Jungkook Special 8 Photo-Folio

Me, myself & Jungkook

Me, Myself & Jungkook update

Me, Myself and Jungkook - what we have so far (16 August 2022)

Me, Myself, and Jung Kook ‘Time Difference’ Concept Film

Me, Myself and Jungkook ‘Time difference’ Teaser ½

Me myself and Jungkook - and the moon

Me, Myself and Jungkook ‘Time difference’ Teaser 2/2

Me, Myself and Jungkook is out

Me, Myself and Jungkook behind the scene post

Me, Myself & Jung Kook ‘Time Difference’ Photoshoot Sketch

Hilarious

The way I see it…(photo folios)

JK IG post (1st) 19 August 2022

Photos and Articles

JK on Weverse 2 August 2022

JK 2021

This is Jungkook - reblog

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Jungkook D’festa Photocard and Decobook

Jaykay…please

JK photo

Happy birthday JK on Weverse

Merchbox 8 Interview Photobook scan: Jungkook

JK day 2022

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JM-JK 12 April 2023

JK and BAM

JK being a baby daddy

JK Bam’s daddy

Baby Bam

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When JK talked about dating

JK’s ideal type

JK’s “so what” to haters

Again with JK’s sexuality

2014 AHL JK

He’s so precious

JK teaching us the power of self control…or not?

Do you love BTS - JK post

JK’s camping Vlog

Good night interview - Jungkook

PTD & JK’s inner diva

JK 2015 birthday log

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JK leaving for the US 8 April 2023

JK back from the US 17 April 2023

Those eyes tell all

JK and his new bangs

Koo the dainty

JM/JK 27 - 30 April 2023

JK hugs

JK the crowned 👑 spoiler king

Felt like I had to bring this back

14.6.23 JK Incheon airport off to LA

JK back from LA 22 June 2023

The terms JK has used to describe JM

Does JK live at Brunnen full time?

Did JK promote other members like he did JM?

JK Incheon airport 12 July 2023

Oh and reminder

JK is the most romantic person in existence - reblogged post

JK pinky ring

JK back from London 24 July 2023

Born for the stage

JK and JM D-day Black N White pics

So Yeah

Why more photos you may ask?

Happy birthday JK - 1 Sep 2023

Ahm...happy birthday JK

JK to perform at Global Citizen Festival

JK back from LA 9 September 2023

JK leaving for NYC 12 September 2023

JK back from NYC 16 September 2023

Jungkook leaving for NYC 21 September 2023

JK back from NYC 25 September 2023

JK behind Xylitol ad 26 September 2023

Me being a broken record again

JK leaving for US 6 October 2023

JK returning from LA 10 October 2023

JK leaving for Budapest 14 October 2023

And this is why JM is worried

Too much Kid Laroi, JK and Central Cee

JK finally back home - 20 October 2023

JK and his relationship with vegemite

JK airport 5 Nov 2023 - leaving for NYC

JK back from NYC 11 November 2023

JK being the cutest

JK in Qatar

JK Qatar opening

JK shooting a promo (?) in Qatar

This is big

JK and Feb 10 Nov 2022

JK leaving for Qatar 15 November 2022

JK IG Story 15 Nov 22

JK IG story 16 Nov 22 - Run BTS

JK “see you at the opening”

JK meeting the SK team, Qatar World Cup

So proud of JK

JK Dreamers in HD

JK Qatar WC

JK reacted to Hobi’s IG

Wait for it

JK is loving chapter 2

Little did he know

Naver new article - Title look familiar?

Naver new article - Title look familiar? Part 2

JK and the special necklace again

Social Media

JK post post concert

Jaykay…

JK deleted his IG content

JK’s new IG page (which he deleted too)

Yep IG page deleted again

JK on Twitter 19 June 2022

JK on IG 10 August 2022

Bangtan wishes for JK’s birthday 2022

JK IG 7 September 2022

PolyC IG 15 September 2022

JKs IG story 21 September 2022

JK’s IG story 8 October 2022

JK Weverse October 9 2022

JK’s brother’s story 2 Feb 2023

JK on IG - r.i.p. JK’s IG

JK quarantined in LV with covid

Hobi got the all clear and JK is doing ok

Kookie’s bored

Did JK say “try and take me”?

JK has grown and matured so much

JK is out of quarantine

JK with Akiyamachoo

JK’s brother’s IG story 20 March 2023

When you don’t have your own IG

JK Weverse 16 April 2023

JK Weverse 26.4.2023 13:10 KST

JK Weverse 26.4.2023 14:41 KST

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JK Weverse 19:51 or 7:51 KST 26.4.2023

JK Weverse 26.4.2023 (again)

JK Weverse 5 May 4:47 pm KST

JK Weverse 21 May

Jakay what you doing - live 25 May 23

JK live 25.5.2023 12:03 am KST

Did someone say JK won’t do the Super challenge?

JK posting about the challenge

Our kangaroo is back

JK 18 June 2023 11:39 am KST

JK’s brother’s IG 30 June 2023

JK Weverse 2 July 2023

If anyone had any doubt about JK's brother and his support of JK.

JK Weverse 31.7 12:11 pm KST

JK Weverse 1.8.23 8:21 pm or 20:21 KST

As if we didn’t know he’s lurking

JK is super active today

Same day

Oh Jimin

Magnate for JK’s birthday

JK birthday pics

JK Weverse 13 September 2023 - The fuck??

JK with BPD and TXT

JK Weverse 1 October 2023

JK TikTok 3 October 2023

JK on Weverse 2 October 2023

JK Weverse 6 October 2023

JK TikTok 8 October 2023

JK Weverse 9 October 2023

JK Calvin Klein

Ladies and gentlemen here we go

Vogue Hong Kong

JK CK global ambassador

JK CK clip GQ Korea

Are we ready for this?

JK Harper’s Bazaar

JK on main page of CK US official site

Who even needs an IG account when all the work can be done on CK’s IG?

And here come the billboards

A megastar

There is no escaping Jeon Jungkook

More to come

What landed overnight - 12 April 2023

JK CK round 2

Let's talk about JK's CK campaign and his tattoos

On set with Jungkook

JK CK 19 April 2023

JK on Vogue HK cover May 2023 issue

JK CK event 10 May 2023

More JK at the CK event 10 May 2023

More JK 10 May 2023

JK CK photoshoot BTB

This is a day

It's not like we weren't expecting it.

I promised not to swear

JK CK 14 August 2023

Knew this was coming

More JK with CK

Art

JK CK photo drops for his birthday

JK at CK event Tokyo 19 October 2023

JK CK 20 October 2023

New JK from CK 26 October

JK CK 11 November 2023

JK and the necklace

Does JK also have a special necklace?

Jikook and the necklaces

JM-JK 12 April 2023 - JK with the necklace again

JK and Tae Dream premiere - JK with the necklace again

JK Seven Masterlist

JK Dazed 2023

JK Dazed October 2023

JK Dazed the article

JK Dazed - more

JK Vogue 2023

JK on Vogue Korea October edition

JK Vogue 2023

JK Vogue 2023 - 18 Sep 2023

A little more from JK's Vogue shoot

The pose

JK Vogue Korea