One Shots | Formula 1

LN✩

"Sounds like a personal problem."

TW: explicit content, nsfw.

I swept the last stroke of mascara over my lashes,  as I caught Lando's reflection in the mirror, a mischievous glint in his eyes. His hands slid around my waist, pulling me closer until I felt his breath tickling my neck. "You look stunning," he whispered, his lips grazing my skin.

I smiled, feeling a warmth spread through me at his touch. "Thanks, babe," I replied, my voice a little breathless.

But before I could turn around to face him, his hands moved with purpose, lifting me effortlessly and setting me down on the edge of the vanity. My heartbeat quickened as I watched him, anticipation coursing through my veins. With a playful grin, he trailed his fingers along my thighs, sending shivers down my spine.

Before I could fully register what was happening, he moved my underwear to the side with practiced ease, exposing me to his hungry gaze. I bit my lip, a flush creeping across my cheeks as his fingers began their tantalizing dance.

He knew exactly how to touch me, each caress sending waves of pleasure crashing over me. His movements were confident, skilled, as if he could read my body like a book. I let out a soft moan, my hands gripping the edge of the vanity for support as he worked his magic.

His touch was electric, igniting a fire within me that threatened to consume us both. I arched my back, pressing closer to him, desperate for more. He obliged, his movements becoming more urgent, more intense.

I could feel myself teetering on the edge, the pleasure building to a crescendo that threatened to overwhelm me. And just as I was about to tip over, his phone rang, shattering the moment like glass.

He cursed under his breath, pulling away reluctantly. "Sorry, babe," he muttered, reaching for his phone. "It's probably just Max. We should get going."

I blinked, still reeling from the intensity of the moment. "But... but I'm not finished," I protested, my voice barely above a whisper.

He shrugged, a smirk playing at the corners of his lips. 

"Sounds like a personal problem," he replied, before answering the call and leaving me alone in the aftermath of our interrupted tryst.

We arrived at the restaurant, greeted by the warm buzz of conversation and the tantalizing aroma of food. Our friends waved us over to their table, and as we took our seats, I couldn't help but notice the way Lando's eyes lingered on me, a hint of desire flickering in their depths.

I smirked to myself, feeling a mischievous thrill course through me. If he thought he could leave me hanging earlier and get away with it, he had another thing coming. As we perused the menu, I subtly brushed my foot against his leg under the table, a silent promise of what was to come.

Lando tensed slightly, his gaze darting to mine with a mixture of surprise and anticipation. I bit back a smile, relishing the effect I had on him. With a playful glint in my eye, I leaned in close, my lips brushing against his ear as I whispered, "You're going to pay."

He sucked in a sharp breath, his fingers tightening around his menu. "Is that so?" he replied, his voice low and husky.

I nodded, my heart racing with excitement. "Oh, absolutely," I teased, trailing my fingers lightly up his thigh before pulling away, leaving him wanting more.

Throughout the meal, I continued my subtle assault, planting soft kisses along his jawline, running my fingers through his hair, and pressing my body against his whenever the opportunity presented itself. Each touch, each caress, was a silent reminder of the pleasure he had denied me earlier.

Lando squirmed in his seat, his breath coming in short, ragged gasps as I toyed with him mercilessly. I could see the desire burning in his eyes, the hunger for release that mirrored my own.

But as the evening wore on and the tension between us reached a fever pitch, I knew it was time to make my move. With a coy smile, I excused myself from the table, citing the need to freshen up in the bathroom. As I slipped away from the table, I could feel Lando's eyes burning into my back, his longing palpable even from a distance. I grinned to myself, knowing that the night was far from over.

In the bathroom, I couldn't contain the grin that spread across my face as I slipped off my teensy g-string. Folding it into my hand, I admired the delicate lace for a moment before tucking it discreetly into my pocket. It was a little game of seduction, a secret I would share with Lando and him alone.

With a flick of my hair and a quick check of my reflection, I returned to the table, feeling a renewed sense of confidence coursing through me. As I slid back into my seat, I made sure to brush against Lando ever so slightly making sure I reached for his pocket and left inside my little surprise, a silent invitation that spoke volumes.

He glanced up at me, his eyes dark with desire as they flickered to my lips. I could practically see the thoughts racing through his mind, the hunger burning behind his gaze. And as he reached for his pocket to retrieve his wallet, I knew the moment of truth was at hand.

His fingers brushed against something soft and silky, and I watched with barely concealed excitement as his expression shifted from confusion to realization. His eyes widened, his breath catching in his throat as he pulled out the tiny scrap of lace from his pocket.

I bit back a smile, my pulse quickening as I watched him struggle to maintain his composure. It was a delicious torment, knowing that I held the key to his arousal in the palm of my hand.

But just as I thought he might crack under the pressure, he leaned in close, his voice a husky whisper in my ear. "You're driving me crazy," he murmured, his breath hot against my skin.

I shivered, a thrill coursing through me at the raw desire in his voice. "Is that so?" I replied, my tone teasing as I leaned back to meet his gaze.

He nodded, his eyes blazing with need. "I'm hard," he confessed, his arousal now impossible to hide.

I felt a surge of satisfaction at his admission, a sense of power coursing through me at the knowledge that I could affect him so deeply. But even as his desire burned bright, I couldn't resist one final taunt.

"Sounds like a personal problem," I whispered back, my lips curling into a wicked grin as I watched the desire flare in his eyes. Tonight was going to be unforgettable.

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