The Drama

​happy 6 months of race winner lando norris to all those who celebrate

Let me make you feel good 𐙚

Jude Bellingham x Pop Star!Reader

nsfw [18+] warnings! soft dom!Jude, creampie kink, soft sex, emotional intimacy, praise kink, dirty talk, unprotected, backstage sex, gentle possessiveness

summary, you've performed in sold-out arenas with the world at your feet for the months you've been on tour, but Jude is the only one who makes you feel like this. On the final night of your tour, he sneaks into your dressing room before curtain call, unable to keep his hands off you. You're glammed, trembling, and desperate. And he’s there to remind you exactly who you belong to.

There was a soft knock on the dressing room door. You didn’t have to ask who it was.

“Come in,” you whispered, heart already fluttering.

Jude stepped in and shut the door behind him, slow and quiet. He was in all black, hood up, cap low, the way he always moved through the stadium unnoticed. But his eyes? His eyes found you instantly.

“You look…” he breathed, taking a shaky step forward, “...fucking unreal.”

You stood in front of the vanity in your stage fit—tight, sparkly, tiny. Heels high. Lip gloss on. Hair pinned perfectly.

But the second he touched you, it all slipped away.

“You nervous?” he asked, voice soft against your neck as his arms wrapped around your waist from behind.

You nodded. “It’s the last night. It’s a lot.”

Jude turned you in his arms. His hand cupped your jaw, thumb brushing your bottom lip. “You always do too much,” he murmured. “Always give everything. Just for once… let me take care of you first.”

You didn’t speak. Just leaned in, lips brushing his and that’s all it took.

He kissed you slow, deep, fingers sliding up under the hem of your outfit. You gasped against his mouth when he touched you, already soaked, already aching.

“Need me that bad, baby?” he asked, voice all silk. “You’ve got a stadium full of people waiting for you and you’re dripping for me like this?”

You whimpered, hips rocking forward, desperate.

“Jude, please…”

He didn’t rush. Just walked you back gently toward the couch, laying you down like you were something delicate. You clutched at his hoodie, eyes wide.

“I’ll be careful,” he whispered, kneeling between your legs. “You’ve only got a few minutes, I’ll be good, I swear.”

And then—

“Five minutes, Y/N!” your manager’s voice called from down the hall. “We need you out of here and heading to stage in five!”

You gasped, but Jude only smiled. “Perfect,” he said, pulling your panties down. “That’s all I need.”

He slid inside you slow, careful, stretching you sweetly. You clung to him, legs wrapped around his waist, head tilted back in pleasure.

“Shh, baby,” he whispered, brushing your hair back as he rocked into you. “Don’t think about the show right now. Just let me love you.”

It was slow. Deep. Every roll of his hips a soft promise. He kissed your cheek, your neck, your shoulder, murmuring how proud he was of you, how beautiful you looked, how tight and warm you felt around him.

You tried to hold back tears, overwhelmed by the softness, the fullness.

“You gonna come for me?” Jude whispered.

You nodded against his chest, thighs trembling.

“Gonna let me fill you up?” he breathed. “Let my cum drip down your thighs while you’re out there performing like the star you are?”

“Please,” you whispered. “I want it—I want you—”

He picked up the pace, thrusting into you harder and faster as you moaned against his skin. The feel of him stretching you, you squeezed around him causing a groan to tear from his lips.

He kissed you as you came, shaking around him. And he followed seconds later, with a soft groan against your lips, burying himself deep and staying there, not moving, not rushing, just holding you while you caught your breath.

When he finally pulled out, you were still twitching, still full of him, your body humming with everything he gave you.

You stood slowly, shaky in your heels.

Jude helped fix your outfit. Smoothed your hair. Tucked a stray lash away with a tenderness that made your chest ache.

“You’ve got this,” he whispered against your temple. “Now go make them scream for you.”

You smiled, eyes glassy. “You gonna watch from side stage?”

He smirked. “Wouldn’t miss it for the world.”

2021 // 2024

i don’t care if these bitches don’t like me

LANDO NORRIS — Nov 13, 1999 —

[Insp.]

I'm so emotional 😭😭😭

Lando joined McLaren when they were in the trenches. He has helped the team's development since 2017 (when he was test driver). he did his apprenticeship with them.

He was part of mclaren's resurgence in 2019. He stayed after 2022, even though he could have easily gone to another team to taste success. He stayed in years where getting a p7 was celebrated like a fucking podium. He kept faith and believed his team had the talent and capability to be the best of the best.

Every time he has re-signed he's talked about how he did it so the team would have stability and would know he believed in them. In 2022 and the start of 2023, he told his team he believed in them, he told the media his team could turn it around. He was constantly protecting them in front of cameras, despite people saying he was stupid to stay. He is the team leader, their lead driver, willing to do anything to make sure McLaren is on top.

he's been with them for almost a decade now. In that time, McLaren has gone from last on the grid to constructors champions, and through it all Lando has been there, the constant, working towards and hoping and believing they would get there. No one deserves this success more than him🧡🧡🧡

lando norris x noid - tyler, the creator

i love editing lando to songs from chromakopia. as you could tell. and of course i had to throw in norstappen and carlando. who would i be without those two. tried a new font !

Lando is nominated at the Autosport awards in two categories:

•British competition driver

•Moment of the year ( for winning his first grand Prix in Miami)

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heart-wrenching & beautiful excerpts from the article on esteban ocon