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lewisvinga · 3 months

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my boy | logan sargeant x fem! reader

summary; when a post that was made for her private instagram account, is accidentally posted on her main and makes everyone changes their thoughts on y/n and logan’s relationship.

fc; various girls on pinterest

warnings; suggestive content obvi 😭

taglist; @namgification

notes; requested !

masterlist !

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yourusername: me n my boy 🌸🌷🌹💐🩷

tagged; logansargeant

logansargeant: i love you, pretty girl!!

yourusername: i love you, pretty boy!!!

logansargeant: the last picture ????

yourusername: me eating u cos ur so cute

username: im so🥹

username: THEY’RE SO CUTEEE

username: the pic of logan holding the bouquet for her im so-

username: need a relationship like theirs asap

alex_albon: is he wearing…. a cowboy hat

logansargeant: yee haw 🤠

yourusername: american boy couldn’t hold back😞

lilymhe: can he fight ? cos i want u🥴

yourusername: no need u got me already bae😌

francisca.cgomes: cuties!! liked by yourusername!

carmenmmundt: double date soon??!!

yourusername: oh , duh!!!!

username: her friendship w the wags >>

username: the pics are so cute n soft omg i adore it so much😣😣😣😣😣

username: couple goals !

username: sobbing crying rolling on the floor

username: logan so soft bf coded 🥹🥹🥹

username: why’re they the most perfect couple ever

username: i live for y/n’a photo dumps of logan , they’re always so soft n cute😞

username: the first picture is so american coded

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yourusername: me n my boy priv version

tagged; logansargeant

username: OH HELLO

username: waittttt

username: WHAT IS TJISLANDLS

logansargeant: wrong account, babe 😬

yourusername: oh! well… at least people know you keep me satisfied 😁😁

alex_albon: STOP THIS MADNESS Y/N I CANT TAKE IT ANYMORE PLS I BEG STOP

yourusername: i got more i can accidentally post on the main btw

lilymhe: MONTHLY GIRLS CHAT OVER COFFEE IS PUSHED TO THIS WEEK

carmenmmundt: HELLO I AGREE!!

francisca.cgomes: OMG count me in

logansargeant: you guys talk about our sex life over coffee???

lilymhe: i have learnt very interesting things abt my bf’s teammate 😄

yourusername: gotta share the good stuff w the girls sorry my pretty boy 😚

username: IM STILL SCREAMING AT THIS

username: not all the wags confirming they always talk abt logan’s and y/n’s sex life 😭

username: u guys need a third???

username: the random picture of logan smiling😭

yourusername: it’s for balance😞

username: LMFAOO

username: LOGAN HUNTER SARGEANT??😧

username: ok now this… this is hot

username: the last picture i might go insane😵‍💫

username: oh she’s so real for this post

username: what happened to being a soft cute couple…

yourusername: i blame logan

username: OHMYMS🫨🫨🫨🫨

username: barley gave us time to recover from the last post being so cute 😭😭😭

username: pls she’s so

username: the difference between this post and her last one 😭😭😭😭

yourusername: my apologies everyone this was meant for my priv 🤥🤥🤥🤥at least you guys know who the real logan is😁

alex_albon: STOP CORRUPTING MY TEAMMATE

#formula one x reader #f1 x reader #f1 smau #f1 scenario #formula one scenarios #f1 imagine #formula one imagines #formula one imagine #f1 scenarios #formula one social media au #logan sargeant social media au #logan sargeant smau #logan sargeant imagine #logan sargeant x reader

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gimmethatagustd · 3 months

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morals on sundays | myg

You're still in love with your ex-boyfriend. Yoongi offers some help to get over him.

○ Pairing: BFF!Yoongi x f!Reader

○ Rating: Explicit/18+

○ Genre: Friends with benefits, angst, smut, fluff

○ 6 / 100 Drabble Challenge (FWB)

○ Word Count: 2,177

○ Warnings: MC's boyfriend cheated on her, post-breakup blues, questionable decision making, fingering so good you'll try to run away from it, pussy eating, too much tongue sucking probably, Yoongi is a boob guy, they have matching Spongebob and Patrick coffee mugs so why aren't they married?? Idiots

○ Notes: Shout out to @sailoryooons for also writing about a daegu boy eating pussy tonight 😌 And, as usual, I wrote this with scrambled eggs for brains and didn't proofread it, so if you see any errors, no you didn't

○ Post Date: January 22, 2024

○ Masterlist | Send me ur thots

○ What was Jai listening to? Imported - Jessie Reyez ft. 6LACK

Lately, you’ve felt like disappearing – not into a crowded city street in another country or down an unlit dirt road into the unknown, but into the warm folds of Yoongi’s hoodie. You’re already halfway there, with your fingers interlaced with his, shoved into the large front pocket, and your face tucked into his shoulder.

“Fuck, I hate taking the bus,” he curses, his words turning into a cloud that disappears into the cold air.

“How much time do we have?”

Yoongi turns his head, and his lips briefly touch the cold curve of your ear.

“You’re mumbling. What’d you say?”

“How much time until it comes?” You squint up at him, cheek still pressed against his shoulder. It’s too warm here to want to move.

“Can’t check the app on my phone unless you give me my hands.”

“No.”

Yoongi chuckles and jostles your head by bobbing his shoulders.

“I thought our date would cheer you up.” His complaint is playful, eyes sparkling in the streetlights when he returns his gaze to the empty road. You should have gotten a taxi.

“I’m gonna die alone. Doesn’t matter how much late-night pizza I eat or how many stupid action movies I watch,” you grumble into Yoongi’s shoulder.

“Even when the action movie lead has a super hot sex scene that’s poorly timed and irrelevant to the plot?”

“Nope.”

“Even when the coolest guy on the entire planet was the one who took you?” Yoongi smiles cheekily, his gaze back on you. He wiggles his shoulders again, hard enough to bounce your head.

Annoyed, you straighten up, hands still shoved in his pockets. The movie wasn’t that bad. The pizza was actually great. You’re just depressed.

“I didn’t think it would take this long…” You whisper into the little space between your body and Yoongi’s. He knows you aren’t talking about the bus.

Yoongi squeezes your hands inside his hoodie. The rest of you might be freezing in the winter night air, but at least Yoongi keeps your hands warm. He keeps your heart warm, too, with his sincere gaze when he looks at you.

“You were too good for him.”

Yoongi’s right. He’s always right.

You’re sufficiently frozen by the time the bus finally arrives. Yoongi pays for you both because he’s trying to make life easy. No bumps in the road, no unnecessary stress. He lets you sit in a window seat so you can stare out at the blurry night scenery and have your sad main character moment for as long as it takes to get to your apartment.

Once you arrive, he follows you inside and heads straight to the kitchen while you slump down the hall to your bedroom. The cold seeps so deeply into your bones that the sweatpants and sweater you change into barely help increase your body temperature.

Maybe it’s because the sweatpants and sweater are your ex-boyfriend’s, and the universe wants to keep your body as cold as his heart was.

In the kitchen, Yoongi uses a wooden spoon to stir hot chocolate in a small pot, your favorite kind that comes in a block of chocolate that melts with milk. It’s likely been years since Yoongi has made you hot chocolate. Cozy winter nights indoors were once commonplace, the two of you alternating between apartments to make each other snacks and treat cuddles like currency. The appearance of your ex put an end to the comfort you shared with Yoongi. It put an end to most things that brought you comfort.

As you expect, Yoongi has two mugs out on the counter. You reach for yours, twisting it in your hands as you wait for him to finish.

“Remember when Spongebob tried to become best friends with Squidward instead of Patrick?” Yoongi asks, turning off the stove. He uses a ladle to pour hot chocolate into his pink mug, then pours some into your yellow one.

“Yes.”

“He was Squidward. I’m just mad I didn’t get to blow up his house–” Yoongi laughs and nearly spills his drink when you smack him in the arm, “–with bubbles! With bubbles. I’m not homicidal.”

Rolling your eyes, you set down your mug next to Yoongi’s, both drinks too hot to drink quickly.

“Thank you,” you mumble, hooking your finger into his hoodie pocket and tugging lightly, the action absentminded. You keep your eyes cast downward because you don’t want him to see your tears if they run. “I’m sorry I’ve been in such a shitty mood. I know it’s been a while, but, it just… I don’t know. I can’t stop thinking about him, and everything fucking hurts…”

Yoongi slips his fingers under your sleeve and circles your wrist, pulling your hand away from his pocket so he can lace your fingers together. They’re so much warmer now, defrosted by the heat blasting through your apartment and Yoongi’s hot chocolate.

“Maybe you could start by not wearing his clothes?” Yoongi offers quietly. “Can’t imagine it’s easy to get over someone when you keep them on your body like that.”

You sniffle and nod. Again, Yoongi is always right.

“Easier said than done…” you mumble, giving him a weak smile when you finally meet his eyes. There’s something there in his expression, something that seems different.

You don’t move away when Yoongi steps closer, even when he has you backed against the counter, even when you feel like you’re going to swallow your heart.

“I could take them off for you,” Yoongi says softly. He lets go of your sleeve to pinch the hem of your sweater, tugging it lightly. “If you can’t do it, I can.”

“Yeah?” You feel out of breath, maybe because you suck in your stomach when Yoongi’s fingers brush against it.

“Yeah,” he echoes, fingers sliding along your ribs as he pushes your sweater up. “So you can get over him.”

It’s a terrible idea, but your stomach flutters when he looks at you with sleepy eyes weighed down by the late hour and lust. He bites his bottom lip, and you feel your resolve slip as easily as Yoongi’s fingers do beneath your clothes.

“I want to.” The declaration is desperate, and for a moment, you can’t do anything but stare into Yoongi’s eyes with an all-consuming sadness that eats at your insides, gnawing on bones and biting holes into your lungs. “God, Yoongi, I want to.”

Yoongi touches his forehead to yours, making you close your eyes because he’s too close and you’re too much of a coward.

“I’m sorry,” Yoongi whispers. His voice is as gentle as his hands on your bare waist, his thumbs caressing your sensitive skin.

You raise your arms for Yoongi to pull off your sweater. He’s confident when he squeezes your tits, doesn’t even seem caught off guard when he realizes you’re not wearing anything under the sweater. He brushes his thumbs over your nipples as he leans in to kiss you, his tongue tasting sweet from the hot chocolate when he flicks it against yours.

“Yoongi,” you call out with an airy sigh that harmonizes nicely with the sound of him sucking open-mouthed kisses down your neck.

“Hmm?” Yoongi hums against the base of your throat, the vibration sending a tingling sensation straight to your clit. He keeps one hand on the counter beside your waist, caging you in, while his other hand cups your pussy over your sweatpants.

“Oh,” you gasp, your hands immediately finding Yoongi’s firm shoulders when he starts rubbing your clit, occasionally dipping his fingers lower to press against your entrance, soaking the fabric.

“These are his, too, right?”

“Y-yes,” you moan as Yoongi pulls down your sweatpants, taking your underwear with them.

You can’t say you never thought about how attractive Yoongi is; it’s hard to ignore. It’s just that Yoongi is your best friend. If anything were to happen between the two of you, you don’t know if you’d be able to survive losing him, too. You love him.

But you also love your ex.

It’s hard to think about that, though, with two of Yoongi’s fingers pumping in and out of your pussy. They’re long, reaching deeper than your own can when you finger yourself, always late at night when you’re lonely. It never feels good after. The clarity always seems to hit too quickly, like being dunked in a pool of ice water.

Three months. That’s how long it’s been since another person touched you, since you found out your ex-boyfriend had been cheating on you. You didn’t realize how much you missed it until you’ve got your head thrown back and your thighs quivering as Yoongi fucks you with his fingers. You nearly climb up the counter, both wanting him to touch you more and trying to get away because it’s too good.

Your ex never searched for the spot that would make your legs shake, but Yoongi does. He curls his fingers against your front wall and keeps up his rhythm, moving with your body when you can’t control where it goes.

“Fuck, right there.” You’re burning up, veins turned to lava that’s rushing toward your core as Yoongi fucks you closer and closer to your orgasm until you’re on the verge of tears because you haven’t been touched in so long and you’re so lonely and you weren’t good enough. You weren’t enough.

“Wanna make you cum,” Yoongi groans, deep and gravelly, between licking a stripe up your tits and sucking your nipples.

“Please,” you moan, “Please, I’m so close.”

Your arousal gushes around his fingers, slicking them up and making your pussy squelch when Yoongi flutters them inside you. He keeps his thumb pressed against your clit, almost too hard. It stops you from bucking your hips, but you can barely stand as it is.

Yoongi’s lips are back on yours, red from sucking your nipples until it hurt. He whispers against your lips and opens his mouth to let you suck on his tongue with a pathetic whimper.

“Not yet, though.”

“Wha– Yoongi, no–” It’s embarrassing how loudly you cry out when Yoongi slips his fingers out of your pussy. You feel the fire in your core simmer until you’re left with a painfully throbbing clit and your juices smeared on your inner thighs.

“Shhh, you know I always take care of you.” Yoongi shuts you up with a bite to your bottom lip. He leans down slightly to squeeze the backs of your thighs and hoist you up onto the counter. “Lean back.”

The cold marble counter sends shivers across your body, but it can’t keep up with the heat of Yoongi’s mouth on your pussy. He kisses your lips so gently that you think you might actually cry before he pushes your thighs back, opening you up.

“Oh fuck,” you moan as Yoongi goes straight for your clit, sucking on it as he swirls his tongue around it. You dig your hands into his hair and tug the strands hard enough to make him moan into your pussy. “Use your, use–”

Yoongi laps at your clit in quick, consistent bursts that fall in line with the tempo he’s fucking you to with two fingers again. His free hand presses against your lower abdomen, keeping your body taunt so you don’t buck into his face or curl inward. It’s bad enough that you can’t stop your legs from shaking when one rests on his shoulder and the other drapes over the crook of his arm.

It’s messy and loud, Yoongi licking and sucking your pussy like he really is trying to empty your mind of everything but the way the tip of his hot, wet tongue feels swirling your clit and the stretch of his fingers when he slips a third inside you and focuses on massaging the sensitive part of your walls. It’s working. He completely consumes your senses, down to how gorgeous he looks staring at you from between your thighs.

Your Yoongi, fingerfucking you and sucking your clit like you’re his favorite meal.

You try not to bang your head against the counter when you finally cum, instead focusing the overwhelming energy into pulling Yoongi’s hair to keep his face in your pussy.

He continues fucking you with his fingers through your orgasm, to the point that you can’t lie still any longer.

“Yoongi, oh my god, Yoongi, it’s too much,” you whimper and gasp, thighs closing around his head until he finally eases his fingers out of you.

Strings of your arousal connect his lips with your pussy until he swipes his tongue along his bottom lip, cutting them off. His bangs are pushed off his forehead and his hair sticks up from you pulling on it, but his eyes sparkle and his cheeks are just as rosy as his pink, slicked-up lips.

“Shit,” Yoongi murmurs, leaning over you on the counter to kiss you. He shoves his tongue in your mouth and lets you suck your juices from it.

You think you taste better on Yoongi’s tongue than on your ex’s.

Disclaimer: All my writing is fictional and for entertainment purposes only. None of these characters are meant to actually represent the real people mentioned in the stories.

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#yoongi x reader #bts x reader #yoongi smut #bts smut #yoongi angst #bts angst #yoongi fluff #bts fluff #yoongi fanfic #bts fanfic #jai writes #gimmethatagustd #mos #100 drabble challenge

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diordeer · 3 months

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౨ৎ COME TO ME SLOWLY

“come to me slowly, so i can see your smile, watch it undo me, now come a little bit closer to me, and say you love me today” - margo guryan (smau)

contains: charlie bushnell x fem!reader. no specific face claim but she has dark brown hair and plays silena in percy jackson

description: my first smau… why is there a ten image limit?! i’ll try to post the next one from my computer for more images so a part two will be coming

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yn.ln guess who!

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user1 yn playing silena is driving me CRAZY

dior.n.goodjohn i cant wait to see u girl!

↳ yn.ln two weeks is too long to wait 😖

user2 rick will never fail us with casting for this show

↳ user3 ACTUALLY THO

leahsavajeffries me when we finally get more girls on set 😌

iamcharliebushnell so this is the girl that rats out camp half blood’s plans to me?

↳ yn.ln WOW. uncalled for.

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iamcharliebushnell walker being strangled by aryan (featuring yn and her pizza)

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yn.ln the pizza was necessary

↳ iamcharliebushnell of course

user1 they are like the cutest cast

aryansimhadri that was so fun!

↳ leahsavajeffries i cant believe i wasnt there 😡

↳ iamcharliebushnell ma’am you said you were busy

dior.n.goodjohn ok, cute. but tell me why i dont remember seeing yn eat pizza on the street last night

↳ i.am.andrewalvarez hmm me too 🧐

↳ yn.ln 🤷‍♀️🤷‍♀️

↳ iamcharliebushnell 🤷‍♀️🤷‍♀️

↳ user2 HELLO?

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yn.ln do u think i can request to wear those fan made aphrodite cabin pastel chb shirts

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user1 i think about the pastel shirts in my dreams

↳ yn.ln dont we all

user2 charlie in the second pic 😻

dior.n.goodjohn why dont i have these?!

bff yn why is ur feed so colour coordinated its makes me happy

↳ yn.ln im just that crazy at instagram

walker.scobell thank you so much for not posting that mug of me 🙏🙏

↳ yn.ln your on thin ice mr

↳ leahsavajeffries WHAT MUG.

↳ yn.ln hold on girl ill send it to u

↳ walker.scobell i swear if u send that.

#charlie bushnell x reader #percy jackson #social media au #smau #luke castellan x reader #silena beauregard #aesthetic #fanfic #percy jackon and the olympians

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selfcarecap · 2 years

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You changed your character banners and they are perfect and I love them all!

I forgot to sign that. - The Friends Anon

Awww thank you 🥰🥺🫶 i didn’t think anyone would notice and you noticed right away ily 🫶🫶🫶

#ngl a few are a bit half arsed bc i changed some and then i needed/wanted to change all shsksk #but sometimes less is more and i do like them so 😌#the friends anon #🫶🥰💖#your ask made me so happy 😭 like i was smiling immediately when i read it lol thank you <333 #it’s not a big deal but idk still dhsjsksks

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reveluving · 5 months

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SHY WIFE AND PRICE....ARE YOU FREAKIN KIDDING ME!!!!!Imagine this Adonis of a man spoiling her from the first date and even her being shy, the 141(plus Kate) KNOW who's the boss( he ALWAYS have a photo and a story about Mrs.Price and it's just the cutest thing how his eyes light up that they also love her)

CUUUUUUTE AAAAAA!! GNAWING ON MY BARS RN!! And thank you for specifying the Adonis of a man bit! Can't forget about that!! ☝🏼😌💗

Includes: tooth-rotting fluff!

COD x shy!wife thots closed! Thank you, everyone, for your time & amazing minds! I sincerely hope I can do this again with y'all soon! 💌

Come & check out my COD m.list!

In any case of our beloved shy!wife fics, especially with his line of work, just expect your husband to have a polaroid or five of you ready.

And John is no different.

You must be a special one if you managed to catch the eyes of the captain, and to clarify, you are!

John knew there was no going back to his mundane yet chaotic lifestyle the second he asked you out. It took everything in him not to chuckle at your look of disbelief, your lips parting just a tad bit. He didn’t want you to think he was making fun of you, you were genuinely adorable with your expressiveness. And though had told him you were open to anything, even specifying that you wouldn’t mind anything small and simple, he didn’t let you.

He took you out to dinner on your first date, nothing too fancy, though that couldn’t be said the same on the later dates, gifted you a small but beautiful bouquet and the rest was history.

And amazingly, he gets even better at spoiling you after he puts a ring on your finger. As if he wasn't already good since your first date!

Kisses or cakes, hugs or huge bouquets, he'll always find a way to spoil you. Because you—your smiles, giggles and laughs, your time and your love for him means so much.

More than you can imagine.

A sweetheart, a gentleman. You couldn’t ask for a better man to fall for you, though, like him, you were mind-blown to even think a man, no, a hunk like him showed interest in you. Made you feel wanted, special—someone he wanted to be with with zero hesitation.

He wouldn’t be able to forget your shy smile, how you’d mindlessly trail your fingers across the table or your lap out of embarrassment, how your fingers curled around his hand, despite averting your gaze from his cheeky smile many dates later.

And though the wedding was small, to him, it felt like a sweet fairytale.

To finally be able to call you Mrs Price.

Laswell had the privilege to meet you first before everyone else. She enjoys the sisterly moments you’d have, a breath of fresh air from the craziness, to say the least, that she has to witness in her lifetime. Always appreciates you checking in on her via messages or if she’s lucky, a quick call. And it becomes a tradition of hers to jokingly remind John to take care of you and not to drive you crazy.

And then, there were the boys.

Johnny was the one who asked about you, catching the man looking at one of the polaroids of you with nothing but love in his eyes. Longing to get it over with and come home to you. Johnny didn’t think he’d be willing to talk about you at all, let alone more than a few sentences, i.e. privacy reasons or he just prefers to be on his own. Take in the quiet moment before any hell breaks loose later on.

Understandable, so imagine not only his surprise but also the rest of the 141 when he talks about you. First, with pure endearment in his tone, then the story gets romantic, cheesier even, but all three of them listened to his stories like no other (read: a father telling his kids how he met their mother), even if they acted like they were just casually fixing their weapons or thinking to themselves.

C’mon, he knows them!

Like John, you treat the boys like your very own. If Johnny, Kyle or Simon wanted to be doted over—to be cared for, something they haven’t felt in a while even if some of them wouldn’t want to admit it, then you’d give them millions! Even something as little as a handwritten message or passing them a few words i.e. take care and good luck via John.

Visiting the Price’s house now feels like a family thing. Again, it’s cheesy, it’s corny, and maybe even childish to some, for a bunch of men to be looking forward to these visits like a child being away from their parents at a dorm during college, none of you cared. Not you. Not John. And most importantly, not his boys.

None of them could have imagined your words to stick in their minds in dire times. A little motivation to return safely. Back to the base, for John, and back the Price’s home, for you.

“Johnny, I’m out of a few things in the kitchen. Could you drop by the store and get these for me, please?” “Can do!”

“Simon, have you seen John’s car keys? I can’t find them anywhere.” “I can help look for it w’you.”

“Kyle, I told you I can handle the fireplace.” “S’not that hard. Don’t worry!”

Home.

Bonus: A lil’ story I’m still working on with the COD men + dogs includes John with an American Akita. Similar to Phillip and Kai, John’s gigantic pupper tends to prefer listening to you to him.

His intolerance for certain people or animals drops in an instant the second he sees you, turning into a baby (your baby, might John add) but he also knows when duty calls. Ears tilting back and growling at a stranger who doesn’t know, or worse; ignores that you're taken.

And in John’s words: good boy.

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eternally-racing · 4 months

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need you now | lando norris (+ oscar)

genre: smut , maybe fluff if you squint

wc: <1k (short n sweet 😌)

pairing: lando norris x reader, with a surprise appearance from #81 himself (read and find out hehehe)

warnings: female masturbation, phone sex (ish), voyeurism, dirty talk

rating: R - minors DNI

summary: calling your boyfriend Lando to complain about being horny seems to turn into so much more.

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“Landooooooo” you’re whining to your phone camera. You’re throwing a tantrum like a child and you know it, but you just can’t seem to help yourself. It’s been weeks since your boyfriend promised to visit, and after Lando was supposed to come home last weekend but got called into the factory for some last minute meetings, you’re more than a little… frustrated, to say the least.

You know Lando can tell too. He’s cheeky enough to want to make you squirm, putting on that all knowing smile that you love so much. These conversations have become all too frequent between you two - you nestled into your sheets at home, Lando relaxing in his driver’s room during any free time he has on a race weekend. You’re even wearing one of Lando’s old shirts, and from the way that your nipples are poking through it it’s all too easy for him to tell how horny you are.

“Lan you don’t understand, it’s like I just need to be fucked. Not a want, a NEED. and you’re not here and it’s the worst.” There are of course much bigger problems in the world, but for a girl who knows the touch of Lando Norris and hasn’t felt it in weeks, this feels like torture.

Once you get going on the topic, you’ve set the train into motion and there’s no stopping it. Lando of course doesn’t stop you at all, what better feeling is there than your girl talking about how much she misses your dick?”

“My poor baby” Lando says sweetly with a tinge of sarcasm that makes you roll your eyes “your fingers just aren’t enough, are they?”

Lando knows exactly what you need to hear to egg you on and he says exactly that. “I bet you’re already wet just thinking about me coming back, aren’t you Y/N? You’re thinking about all the things I’m going to do to you when I finally get my hands on you again.”

You can feel your thong getting so wet and you’re almost in such a sex craze that you’re willing to book a plane ticket to get halfway across the world to be with your boyfriend. If Lando’s going to play games, you can play them too. You lean over towards the camera, giving him a nice shot of your cleavage. “What are you planning to do to me, Lan?”

And tell you he does. The filth Lando mentions to you is enough to make you feel like you could orgasm without even touching yourself, and small moans and whimpers seem to slip out of your mouth as you try to keep quiet about how much he’s affecting you. There’s promises made of orgasm after orgasm, and even the images in your head of Lando buried beyween your legs is enough to make you clench your thighs together in eagerness.

“Lan, I need you now” you mumble with glazed eyes, “look what you’ve done to me”. You’re about to show him the mess he’s made of your legs and take the oversized shirt off your body when Lando’s eyes go wide and he tells you to hold on for a second. And the words he says as he cuts off your actions make your jaw drop to the floor.

“Babe, you might wanna say hi to Oscar.”

You gasp audibly and almost drop your phone entirely. Lando turns the camera all too slightly to the left to show both him and Oscar now. The younger man is settled comfortably onto the couch next to your boyfriend, and the knowing look and slight red tinge to his cheeks tell you that he's been there for your entire conversation. Lando's eyes seem to flit between you and his teammate, trying to gauge if this was his best idea or worst idea ever.

You can barely look him in the eyes as you stumble through greeting Oscar. But it's not missed on Lando that you don't make any moves to cross your arms over your chest or cover yourself up in front of Oscar, and he keeps that information as something to talk to you about later.

“I should head off, mate, but if you ever need help with that problem… I’d be happy to lend a hand.” The Australian boy has the audacity to wink at you through the camera before he picks up his jacket to leave. The Oscar you see in front of you doesn’t resemble the shy, timid rookie you first met at the beginning of the year - you can’t imagine how much else has changed about him since then.

Who knows, maybe it would be worth it to take Oscar up on his offer.

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Driving Me Crazy pt 1 - LN

Summary: Lando ends up going to an illegal drag race and finds himself falling for the illegal racer, but does she feel the same and even if she does, is she willing to risk the exposure?

Would you believe me if I told you this whole fic is inspired by one line from Favourite Girl by Justin Bieber? If not, then you are wrong. Because it is 😌

Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5

Freckled!reader

Lando knows he shouldn't be there, he's not even sure how he got there. Max made friends with some Aussies and they talked them into going to a drag race.

"This isn't legal is it?" Max questions as they walk through a dusty deserted area. Not quite the outback but out and away from the busy city. Though there's plenty of people in attendance.

"I don't think so." Lando confirms while looking around.

It's almost dark out but still very warm.

"Hey, wanna meet one of the contenders. Most likely to win if you want to place any bets down." One of the Aussie guys, Aaron grins then gesturing for them to follow him.

They follow through some crowds before getting up to a very jacked up and slightly beaten up Toyota supra.

"Hey, baby girl!" Aaron exclaims making a girl whip around.

Now Lando wouldn't say that he gets his breath taken away by much, usually only when he's winded in a race crash. But he's sure he just stumbled a little mid-step.

"Aaron! Oh dear have you brought in so lost souls. Tyler told you, stop bringing strays for your illegal betting business." The young woman laughs before moving over. "Hi, I'm y/n. Not baby girl, as Aaron likes to refer to me as."

"You're our little prodigy. And my illegal betting business is perfectly paired with your illegal race career." Aaron smirks then nodding. "Anyway, these guys are here with real racing. Lando is an F1 driver."

"Sounds like you don't belong here then." Y/n teases moving to shake his hand before moving to MAx. "And you are?"

"Max."

"Lando and Max. Well paired. Are you in F1 too?"

"No. Just the curly one made it. Oi! Why are they tampering with your engine-sorry guys, I've gotta make sure they don't fuck things up like last time since y/n monitors them none of the time." Aaron frowns moving to the car.

Y/n rolls her eyes with a soft laugh before deciding to take on sticking with the two Brits.

"So how long have you been doing this?" Max asks noticing his friend is oddly quiet.

"Ilegal racing or just driving?"

"Racing." Max coughs awkwardly much to her amusement.

"I started when I was 17...so about 5 years now. It's not all I do, but it's a good way to make some hefty money. Though, I don't think I'm in the league of millionaire." She states flicking her gaze to Lando. "I feel bad for not recognising you. I do follow F1...but you look pretty different in bad lighting and out of orange."

"Papaya." Lando corrects out of habit earning an amused glimmer.

"Well...you probably shouldn't bring too much attention to yourself. But if you are going to place bets with Aaron once he's don't messing with my engine. I hope you place them on me."

"Definitely." Lando nods while she smiles.

"I'm sure I'll see you guys after the race. I gotta go." Y/n smiles suddenly hugging Lando the soft smell of her perfume filling his nose as he automatically hugs her back before she moves to hug Max too. "Enjoy yourselves too. There's a lot of food and stuff around."

As soon as y/n has stepped away swatting at Aaron to get out from under her hood. Lando looks at Max who only rolls his eyes being able to read his friend with ease.

"You're a moron. Come on." Max laughs shaking his head at him.

It quickly becomes apparent how little safety there is with this race compared to what both Max and Lando are accustomed to.

"She's not even wearing a helmet." Lando mumbles as they watch Aaron strapping her in.

"She's done it for 5 years with no injury if that settles you at all." Max shrugs from beside him but Lando only looks at him with a slightly disgusted expression.

"Ah, don't worry about y/n. So long as she's strapped in there, she's fine and Aaron practically suffocates her." Tyler assures them with a slightly dopey smile. "Don't worry, our baby girl always wins. She's the undisputed champion of these races. Just watch and admire."

Lando and Max do exactly that watching as Aaron steps away, he's the one giving the go since there's no red lights going out just a classic drop of a cloth.

There's something so authentic about the passion behind these races, probably the lack of legality behind them and the way it's all arranged by people who just do it for the thrills.

Aaron drops the cloth with a dramatic bow and the growling engines of the two cars roar with life as they slam on the throttles and take off with a cloud of dust momentarily blocking the view in the awaiting crowd.

"Ooh she's riled today." Aaron chuckles shaking his head as he nears the group. "Robbie was talking shit right before I managed to get her in the car."

"He's only doing that because he knows he's going to lose." Tyler dismisses then looking out. "She's got him by a mile."

"So do they race to a mark then come back?" Max asks making the two nod.

"Exactly."

In no time at all they watch a much dustier supra appears sliding as she slams on the breaks to a halt. A good 10 seconds faster than the other car. Tyler and Aaron rush forward with some others, shouting and cheering at the young woman as they practically rip the door off to yank her out. Tossing her up in the air above themselves.

"Y/n! Y/n! Y/n!"

Lando is certainly there's no crowd experience like this one, the energy is just amazing. It's contagious."

Y/n laughs as she crowd surfs the small group before they finally place her down.

Celebrations ensue but y/n seems to creep away from the crowd, moving to collect her winnings. All cash of course. But as she does, she catches Lando closing in on her.

"Hey, did you enjoy yourself?" Y/n smiles biting her lip as she tosses the duffle bag over her shoulder.

"I had a great time. You're fast." Lando nods then clearing his throat. "Actually since you said you're a fan of F1, maybe you would accept an invitation to the race weekend?"

"That's kind of you. What did I do to deserve that?"

"Consider it part of your winnings and my thanks for such a great night."

"It's not over yet. You should go enjoy yourself with everyone else."

"Are you not going to be joining in?" Lando questions making her laugh and shake her head.

"No. I take my winnings and while everyone else enjoys themselves, I go home and try to keep out of trouble." Y/n smiles lightly before she tilts her head. "I don't drink but I'll grab some of the left over food."

"You mind if I join you?" Lando questions earning another amused expression from the young woman.

"What about your friend? Do you guys need a ride?"

"I'll see if he wants to come with. Don't move." Lando instructs earning a small salute from the young woman.

Y/n smiles leaning against her car while Aaron moves over.

"Are you seducing a rich man?"

"Not on purpose for once."

"Be careful, baby girl. That man might be pretty and rich. But he's in the limelight, illegal stuff isn't stood for when it comes to this stuff."

"I know." Y/n murmurs hating that her friend is forcing her back down to earth. "But I can enjoy myself for a little bit."

"Alright, kiddo. Enjoy yourself, and your winnings." Aaron hums moving to hug her and kiss her cheek. "I'm proud of you, baby girl. We all are."

"I know."

"And...here is your smuggled food." Aaron smiles lifting a bag of wrapped hotdogs, pizzas and no doubt some cake since they cater this like a childrens party.

"Max is getting a ride back with Tyler." Lando states reappearing while she nods.

"I'll get out the way. Don't kill the F1 driver by driving like an idiot, dear." Aaron jokes then blowing her a kiss which she returns but not without a middle finger.

Y/n gestures for Lando to get in her car, which is when he realises she doesn't actually drive the car she races. Clearly someone else takes care of it. But her car is a vintage Ford Bronco.

"You look like you're going to be sick at the idea of me driving." Y/n states tossing her bags into the open back. "You can drive if you want? I sometimes feel a little shaky after a race from the adrenaline come down."

"Really? You trust me to drive your car?"

"I'm not so untrustworthy of someone who drives for a living. Go ahead." Y/n nods tossing him the keys. "I'm not going to decline a lazy ride home, I might even eat some of my stolen food."

Lando grins as they climb into the Ford.

Y/n ends up ending a piece of pizza and even tearing it to feed Lando a couple bites.

"How did you get into racing like this?" Lando asks as they find quieter surroundings on the small stretch of road between the party they left and the city they're heading back to.

"My older brother was always a thrill seeker and I loved forcing him to involve me. Especially when I found out it was illegal. Oh I used it against him and forced him to take me with him. At one point I got in the car and I guess I did well enough for people to encourage me to keep doing it."

"Clearly did you well." Lando comments earning a smile.

Y/n starts directing Lando to her place and before he knows it, he's pulling up to a house that's pretty modest and when they get out he smiles helping her with her bags.

"So is this bought with the winnings?" Lando asks as they walk in and she begins to turn on the lights.

"Yes. If you're looking for an apology, you won't get it." Y/n smiles then groaning as she stretches her arms above her head then groaning as her back cracks from the action. "I'm just going to quickly shower and change. If you just want to get comfortable."

She does make it incredibly quick, presumably scrubbing off the sweat and dust before giving her hair a rinse and then rushing to her room where she pulls on some shorts and a t-shirt.

"I would've thought you have better things to do with your time, you know." Y/n comments making Lando smile a little. "I mean I know I'm so cool and amazing that I spark an intrigue most guys can't resist. But I didn't think it would work on a man who presumably has so many options."

"Maybe they're not as cool and amazingly intriguing options." Lando grins watching her clearly get a little flustered over such a comment. "What's it like living in Melbourne then? You don't sound quite as Australian as a lot people I know."

"I'm from New Zealand...technically, but by birth and the first 6 years of my life. I'm as British as you. Bit of a mongrel really though because my mum is English but my dad is French."

"Wow...do you speak French?"

"I used to...not anymore, I've sort of just forgot how to speak it. I mean I know basics and I can understand it, but speaking it is harder." Y/n explains as she sits down on the opposing end of the sofa to him.

"I'm learning a lot." Lando grins making the young woman laugh, though when Lando manages to catch her ankle and pull her over to himself. Sliding her over the cushions of the sofa till she's sat with her thighs over his lap. "But you were sitting too far away."

"Clearly." Y/n hums with a grin.

"You have a lot of freckles." Lando comments watching a pink hue take to her face under the freckles. "Cute."

"Shut up." Y/n laughs trying to push him away lightly but she remains close. "This isn't how I expected to end the day."

"Me either. But I'm not complaining."

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