for one moment - Lance Stroll
Y/N x Lance Stroll
Theme: Smut (you've been warned)
you're helping Lance to relax a little after qualifiying x
word count: 2300+
It's Saturday afternoon of this week's race in Great Britain. The sun is shining brightly at times, and you just watched your boyfriend Lance qualify, and sadly, it's P12 this time. You're waiting for him at the back door of his Aston Martin garage, while he's chatting with members of his pit crew. It's not a bad result at all, but since his teammate Fernando is still in the pole competition, it could have been a little better. However, there is no dwelling in the past, and even though it's hard, you've got to tell yourself that. You're wearing some Aston Martin shirt, and blue jeans with sneakers, while you watch Lance unzip his green racing suit. There is no way you can't appreciate the way he looks right now.
Anytime he wears his suit, you instantly feel a tingling feeling inside your stomach, and with his hair all messed up, and a slightly annoyed expression on his face, he looks even hotter. Lance takes his gloves off, before he takes the upper half of his suit off, letting the sleeves hang down the side of his body. Then, he nods a few times and turns his face toward you. You smile comfortingly, and his expression softens instantly. He then exchanges one last look with his mechanic, before he approaches you. Right away, one of his hands finds its way to your waist, pulling you slightly into him. "Debrief will be in about half an hour." He smiles weakly, and his eyes wander all around you, being distracted by something.
"Okay." You say shyly. Knowing he's disappointed with today's performance, you're looking for anything to say, anything to do, to ease his mind a little. "You did well today." You say warmly, and he turns his face toward you, and your eyes meet right away. His beautiful eyes are shimmering slightly, and a coy smile forms in the corner of his soft lips. "Thank you." Lance blushes slightly, and you can feel his fingers run and up down your waist. He then leans in and kisses you gently, and instantly, his familiar scent hovers all around your nose. "Shall we go to the motorhome?" He says once you're separated just enough for you to still feel his lips linger on yours. Nodding comfortingly, he takes your hand in his and guides you through the paddock.
A few people congratulate him, and even though it's a kind gesture, it still stings. Lance turns his head to you, and lets out a long sigh, making you smile weakly. This, however, paints a grin on his whole face, as he enjoys making you laugh. Together, you enter his own motorhome and close the door behind you. Immediately, Lance lets out a low growl, pacing through the room, running both of his hands through his hair and across the fireproofs covering his chest. Comforting himself, his hands linger on his tummy, while he stands in the center of the room, thinking deeply. For a while, you look at him, at his gorgeous physique, at your beautiful boyfriend. Then, he turns around slowly, catching you staring at him.
Lost in your thoughts, you don't even notice him talking to you until his soft voice cuts through your mind. "Do you want some water?" He says, opening the fridge to grab two bottles of ice-cold water. "Uhh, yes." You say quickly, trying your best to not blush heavily, or at least, not enough to let him know. It's already too late though because Lance turns to you, one eyebrow raised and a playful smirk spread across his lips. You reach for the bottle, and at first, he hands it to you. However, instead, he manages to grab your waist, pulling you into him once more. "Lance." You giggle, steadying yourself against his firm chest.
He is fully aware of your feelings for him, and, of course, he knows how good he looks and the effect it has on you. "I'm so glad you're here," Lance growls deeply, leaning in again. Embracing his mouth on yours, you melt into him, kissing him deeply for a while, before you pull away. "So am I." You say, and stroke his chest with the palm of your hands, much to his enjoyment. "I wish you could've seen me in Q3." He says softly, and his face softens again. "I will." You say, letting one of your hands wander up his chest and to his neck, stroking him lovingly. "But for now, focus on the rest of today, and the race tomorrow." Stroking his neck, once, twice, you trace his jawline with the tip of your fingers.
"You're right." He says, embracing your hand on his skin. Lance loves when you touch him like that, and knowing his favorite spots, you take advantage of that. "Is there anything you want me to do?" Tilting your head, you cannot help yourself but smirk at him. Right away, he mirrors you perfectly, and you feel his hands at your waist again, securely holding you in place. "I'll be happy if you keep that up," Lance smirks even wider, and you can tell he's getting more and more into it. "Your wish is my command." You say warmly, but you turn your head, spotting the huge sofa right at the wall. "But…let's go there." You snatch the bottle out of his hand and make your way toward the couch. Before you sit down, you take a long sip from the bottle, enjoying the cold liquid running down your throat.
When you look back at Lance, you catch him doing the same. With a low groan, he puts the bottle back into the fridge and approaches you slowly. He moves his body deliberately, moving his hips while stroking his own chest, with his nipples already piercing through the thin fireproofs. You're patting the sofa cushions, inviting him to sit down right next to you, and with a sly grin, he does. Instantly, he leans toward you, kissing you passionately. To tease him some more, you stroke his chest, again and again. Lance purrs happily right into your mouth, which sends heavy shivers down your entire back. One of his hands is resting on the sofa, just enough for his fingers to stroke your back, while his other is on your thighs.
"Feels good?" You hold back a short chuckle, while he just growls some more. Just then, he takes it a step further, as you feel his tongue now exploring every corner of your mouth, leaving his delicious taste all across your mouth. "Mhmmm." You hold back a soft moan while touching his chest, his pecs, feeling all of his muscles react to your slightest touch. "You're amazing." Lance's voice echoes through you, giving you goosebumps, while his hand now runs up and down your thighs. With both of your hands now playing with his nipples, he separates from you to let out a low, guttural moan. Knowing how much he's affected by you teasing his hard nipples, you intensify your strokes slightly.
"Ohhh, yeaah." Lance leans his head back against the cushions and pulls away slightly. He spreads his legs, making some space for his growing desire, much to your amusement. Your eyes wander down his neck, his chest, waist, and further down to a tent forming inside his racing gear. "You're enjoying that," Lance growls, causing your eyes to meet his burning gaze again. Now, his beautiful eyes aren't shimmering anymore, instead, there is a fire burning deep inside them, drawing you into him. "I do." You smirk, and easily, climb on top of his lap. He lets out a long groan and steadies you with both of his hands on your waist.
"Just say the word, and I'll give you more." You lean into him, breathing right into his mouth, but for now, you stop right in front of his face, brushing his lips with yours. "Please." He exhales, his entire body aching for more. Happy with his response, you kiss him again, this time, even more passionately than before. At the same time, you stroke his chest firmly, focusing on his pecs, especially his erect nipples. He holds back multiple moans and breathes into you instead. Your body is craving him more and more too, and once you feel his hands stroking you firmer, you start to grind your hips on his, causing him to whimper slightly.
"So good." Lance pulls away to take a deep breath, but you don't stop. Instead, you place hot kisses all over his neck. Both of your bodies are vibrating, pulsating rhythmically, and again, he is the one to take it a step further by trying to unbutton your jeans with one hand. He fails, again and again, but you enjoy his hand touching you nonetheless. "You want me?" You smirk, leaning back to look at him fully. His face softens then tenses heavily, as more waves of pleasure run through his body. "So much." He moans in pain and pleasure but tries to keep his voice down. "What's the word?" You pinch him, causing him to flinch. "Pleassee." Lance closes his eyes, his hand still pulling your jeans.
Slowly, you get off him and stretch. At the same time, you watch him touch himself, his crotch, and his chest, stroking himself mindlessly. Easily, you unbutton your jeans and as they slide down your thighs, his eyes follow them closely. Easily, you slip out of your shoes and remove them completely. You bend down, and lean into him, basically crawling up at him, while he keeps on stroking himself. With your faces just inches away from each other, you brush your lips over his mouth and nose. "Your turn." You hiss, and move back, just to kneel down, and untie his shoes. Glancing up at him, you catch him staring, watching your every move. After a few seconds, you take both of his shoes off.
"Good job," Lance smirks deeply, and together, you start to take off his racing suit. You let your hands wander all over his tensed thighs, and make sure to let your fingers brush over his crotch to tease him some more. Lance's hands follow your every move, and he giggles at times, enjoying himself a lot. Once you pull the suit down just enough to expose the huge tent already forming inside his fireproofs and underwear, you gasp quickly at his bulge. You turn your face to meet his, and he is smirking intensely. While keeping eye contact, you start stroking him gently, causing him to lick and bite his lower lip. Both of his hands are now at his nipples, as he watches you pull his pants down, including his boxers, exposing his length.
You enjoy the feeling of fabric between your fingers, while he must enjoy the feeling of fabric running along his soft skin. Lance leans his head back in anticipation, but you get up, and motion for him to take your panties off. Happily, he leans into you and easily pulls them down as well. As you bend down to kiss him, you feel one of his hands find its way between your legs, causing you to hold back a long moan.
"Are you ready?" You run a hand through his messy hair, licking your lips now as well. "Ready when you are," Lance smirks again, and without wasting any more time, and a little help from him, you climb on top of him once more. Gently, his length slides inside your body, filling you fully. A certain tingling feeling spreads through your whole body, and you know he's feeling the same by the way his entire body is reacting at the same time. "Fuck." Lance holds back another moan, and coughs. All of this feels sensational, and you lean in again, kissing him deeply. Firmly, your hands slide underneath his shirt, to feel his skin, his muscles and nipples tense even harder, as you stroke him even firmer than before.
Together, your bodies move in unison, rhythmically, slowly at first, but he's increasing the pace more and more. "So good." You moan into his mouth, sending shivers through both of your systems. Lance rocks his hips against yours, as his hands are now stroking the small of your back. Both of you are breathing deeply, panting almost, with both of your bodies reaching their limits soon enough. All of this, the feeling of him inside you, his alluring scent and his fingers running along your spine, make it even harder for you to concentrate. However, your firm strokes are doing the same to Lance, who's tilting his head again to breathe. "Alll…most." He grunts, with his body growing tighter, and stiffer the more he gets closer to the edge. "Mhmmm." You groan, and with a few more, strong thrusts, the two of you climax together. Moaning breathlessly, you hold on to him, just as he does the same.
Once the pain and pleasure leave your body, you lean into him, resting your head against his shoulder. Lance keeps on stroking your back, yet he starts to place a few kisses all over your neck. "That felt good." He breathes deeply, and you slowly regain your composure. "I needed that." At the sound of his voice, you lift your head to meet his eyes once more. "Me too." You say, and kiss him again, before you separate from one another. Together, you help each other get dressed again, with him changing into some casual clothes for the upcoming debrief. At times, you stroke the other lovingly, with him focusing more on your back and neck, while your hands wander all over his chest.
After cuddling for a while longer, it's time to head back to the team.
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