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જ⁀➴ blue lock ; kahoot edition

synopsis: in which nine blue lock players are forced into a “team bonding” on kahoot! starring: isagi yoichi, rin itoshi, shidou ryusei, bachira meguru, reo mikage, nagi seishiro, chigiri hyoma, barou shouei, gagamaru gin, and kunigami rensuke

a/n: this took me an entire day to write, edit, and recover from emotionally TT i really hope you enjoy it as much as i enjoyed losing my mind making it. have fun, i hope your brain short-circuits at least once. enjoy the ride 💀🧹

[ isagi started a call. ]

isagi: okay—okay, everyone’s here, let’s just—

barou: if one of you makes a fart noise into the mic i’m blocking you

isagi: i didn’t even say anything yet 💀

shidou: YOOOOO START IT I’M FOAMING AT THE MOUTH. MY MOUSE IS READY TO VIOLENCE.

bachira: wait i can’t hear anything is that my mic or shidou screaming again?

reo: your mic’s fine. shidou can we please act like people for two seconds—

shidou: NAHHHHH I’M LOCKED IN CHAT

nagi: …i still haven’t opened it btw

barou: STOP BEING LAZY. OPEN IT. YOU TAP TWO BUTTONS AND YOUR WHOLE LIFE’S NOT THAT HARD.

gagamaru: gu—ys—wai—i—he—lp—

isagi: gagamaru are you STILL lagging???

gagamaru: i’m in a forest

rin: bro what

reo: are you in the middle of a national park right now—

gagamaru: it’s fine, i climbed higher. might have signal now… i think

shidou (laughing way too hard): MY GUY IS PLAYING KAHOOT FROM A BRANCH. A BRANCH.

barou (losing it): IF I LOSE TO SOMEONE USING TWIG SIGNAL I’M FLIPPING MY WHOLE SETUP.

rin: i hope this kahoot crashes

bachira: same but in a fun way

shidou: IM READY LET’S GOOOOO

isagi: okay okay i’m sending the game pin—we're not starting until everyone’s in, alright??

reo: someone tell nagi it’s not a visual novel he actually has to do something.

nagi (deadpan): idc. i’m just here to breathe and get questions wrong.

isagi: code’s 666420. join the kahoot. don’t pick dumb names this time.

chigiri: …that feels illegal.

bachira: OMG that’s my angel number!!!

Nagi: too lazy to type it. someone click for me.

gagamaru (faint, laggy): wai—don’t—start—i can’t—my screen’s—fro—

[ gagamaru left the call. ]

bachira: GAGAMARU NOOOO

reo: bro he’s gonna rejoin and say “wait what question are we on” when we’re on like #19

kunigami: wait what’s the code again i just got here—

shidou: THE CODE IS 666420—YOU’RE WELCOME! LOCK THAT IN YOUR MUSCLE BRAIN

chigiri: someone mute him PLS

[ gagamaru joined the call. ]

bachira: OMG TREE WIFI IS BACK

gagamaru: uhhh so signal’s kinda better now. a crow moved off the branch so that helped ig

reo: bro kicked karasu off the tree just to join kahoot

shidou: LMAO karasu somewhere in the woods like “damn my bad bro, didn’t know you were lagging”

isagi: ok who the hell just joined as @ben.d.over

everyone (talking at once): NAHHHH

kunigami: wait why’s everyone laughing what’s wrong with ben

rin: read it again slowly

kunigami: …oh my god

isagi: i’m ending this game already and we haven’t even started—

rin: i should’ve muted you all when i had the chance

reo: too late we’re in the trenches now

[messi_is_me has joined the game.]

[rin has joined the game.]

[HUGH MUNGUS has joined the game.]

[ben.d.over has joined the game.]

[richdaddyreal has joined the game.]

[leftthumbonly has joined the game.]

[imagine losing has joined the game.]

[EMPEROR_OF_GOALS has joined the game.]

[muscle_reaper7 has joined the game.]

[forestwifi_survivor has joined the game.]

isagi: bro who the hell is HUGH MUNGUS 😭

shidou (already dying): NAHHHHHHHHH whoever typed that needs jail and a hug

bachira: sobbing at ben.d.over omg pls whoever you are never change 💖💖💖

kunigami: this is actually a crime against maturity

reo: bro we’re in 8th grade again and it’s kinda fun ngl

gagamaru (still lagging): wait who’s hugh? did another person join??

barou: TCH. EMPEROR_OF_GOALS has ARRIVED.

everyone: bro. we KNOW it’s you 😭😭😭

isagi: ok BUT why is someone just rin 💀 that’s worse than being cringe

shidou: LMFAOOOO bro typed his name like it’s a school test

chigiri: nah bro said “i’m not like the other girls” and then picked nothing

rin: i am literally just rin. i have dignity. unlike the rest of you parasites.

bachira: ok “rin” 🙄✨

[ host clicks “start game” ]

[ kahoot music starts blaring ]

barou (mic BUSTED): LETS GO EMPEROR OF GOALS! I WILL ASCEND.

shidou (yelling over him): AYYYYYYY GET READY TO LOOOOOOOSEEEEE 🔥🔥🔥

bachira (cackling): MY EARS JUST LEFT THE CHAT 💀💀💀

chigiri: somebody MUTE THEM.

shidou (immediately): EZ. it’s RED. next question.

isagi: BRO DON’T SAY THE ANSWER DIMWIT 😭😭😭

reo: YOU’RE NOT SUPPOSED TO SAY IT OUT LOUD YOU WALKING CONCUSSION

bachira: LMFAOOO not shidou speedrunning self-sabotage

kunigami: this is why we can’t have nice things

nagi: does that mean it’s not red? 🤨

gagamaru (from the trees): wait hold up i just got signal what did he say

barou: TCH. if you don’t know the answer, don’t play the game.

chigiri: bro has the audacity to scream the answer like it’s a flex

rin: first question and the stupidity’s already astronomical

shidou: ok but like. i was RIGHT tho. you’re welcome.

isagi: this isn’t a group project bro SHUT UP 💀

[ leaderboard after Q1: ]

🥇 ben.d.over 🥈 EMPEROR_OF_GOALS 🥉 messi_is_me 4th — leftthumbonly 5th — HUGH MUNGUS

barou: SECOND?! I AM THE EMPEROR. I DO NOT ACCEPT THIS.

isagi: how the hell am i losing to a guy named ben.d.over

shidou: i’m FIFTH??? i SAID the answer out loud 😭

reo: you helped everyone and still fumbled.

nagi: me being 4th is actually a miracle. i clicked by accident

gagamaru (finally loading): wait the leaderboard’s up?? guys. what place am i

chigiri: bro you’re not even on it 😭

rin: one question in and i already want to mute this entire call

bachira: #1 babyyyyy catch me if you cannnn

gagamaru (already overwhelmed): ok wait wait. it SAYS “red” but the box is BLUE! do i click the blue box that says red?? or the RED box??

reo: just click the one that says red 😭 it’s not a trick question

barou (yelling): NO—JUST PICK THE COLOR

gagamaru: WHAT—WHICH COLOR?? THE COLOR OF THE BOX OR THE COLOR OF THE WORD??

bachira: i’m wheezing he’s getting gaslit in 4K

shidou: bro’s fighting kahoot, barou, and his internet all at once 💀

kunigami: nah that was dirty i won’t lie lol i had an existential crisis

nagi: i think he just blacked out and clicked uno

isagi: whoever designed kahoot is actually evil for that one

barou: IF YOU FELL FOR THAT YOU’RE A MORON. WORDS OVER COLORS. THINK WITH YOUR HEAD.

rin (finally losing it): you are all COLORBLIND. you are COLOR. BLIND.

[ leaderboard after Q2: ]

🥇 leftthumbonly 🥈 ben.d.over 🥉 EMPEROR_OF_GOALS 4th — messi_is_me 5th — rin

gagamaru (finally catching up): NOOOO i should’ve clicked the blue one that SAID red

reo: bro that was 2 minutes ago 😭 you still processing??

nagi (deadpan): ayo??? how am i first

bachira: YOU??? i was #1 you fraud

barou: THIS IS AN OUTRAGE. EMPEROR OF GOALS WILL NOT STAND FOR THIRD.

isagi: i’m 4th. this is bullying.

bachira: wait bro where’s imagine losing 😭😭😭

reo: nah don’t tell me chigiri’s not even on the board 💀

shidou: bro’s the fastest in real life but couldn’t even click a button in time 😭

isagi: he’s got 40-yard dash speed but lagging in kahoot reflexes 💀

chigiri (furious): I MISCLICKED ONCE

barou: sounds like skill issue to me

chigiri: ok but when i beat all of you in sprints i don’t wanna hear a thing

shidou: not if kahoot beats you first 🫵

isagi: there is ONE correct answer here. and if y’all pick anything else i’m calling the cops

reo: WHAT IS THIS QUESTION??? 😭

bachira: i voted for my imaginary friend. he told me to

shidou: gagamaru’s wifi is NOT the goat that’s the villain 😭

gagamaru (suddenly cutting out): i clicked m– krrch —own wifi an— skshh—wait why— disconnects

[ gagamaru left the call. ]

chigiri: NAHHHHHHHHHH 😭😭😭 HIS WIFI TOOK IT PERSONALLY

reo: he clicked “gagamaru’s wifi” and it jumped him on sight 😭💀

shidou: HIS WIFI SAID “WHO’S THE GOAT NOW?” AND YEETED HIM OFF THE CALL 😭😭😭

bachira: self-inflicted lag. beautiful

barou (suddenly SCREAMING): WHY. IS. MY. REFLECTION. ON THIS DAMN LIST. WHO. PUT. THAT.

isagi: you sound mad for someone who looks in the mirror every 4 minutes

barou: I’M MAD IT’S EVEN AN OPTION. THIS BETTER BE THE CORRECT ANSWER OR I’M ENDING THIS GAME.

isagi: calm down emperor palpatine it’s not that deep

barou: SOMEONE CHANGE THE QUIZ NAME TO “WHO WANTS TO DIE TODAY”

shidou: NO LMAO SOMEONE GIVE HIM A POINT JUST FOR SELF-LOVE

[ leaderboard after Q3: ]

🥇 HUGH MUNGUS 🥈 leftthumbonly 🥉 ben.d.over 4th — richdaddyreal 5th — EMPEROR_OF_GOALS

isagi: HUGH MUNGUS???? bro HOW are you first 😭😭😭

shidou (screaming): LET’S GOOOOOOO I AM HIM 😤💥💪

bachira: how did he climb all that from the pits of dumbassery

barou (still fuming): you’re telling me my reflection wasn’t correct?? YOU’RE SAYING RONALDO OVER MY MIRRORED GLORY???

reo: it’s literally a real person vs. your gym selfie 😭

[ gagamaru joined the call. ]

gagamaru (reconnected, confused): wait i got booted mid-question did the wifi option win or what

isagi: nah bro your wifi sabotaged you 😭

gagamaru: my router’s holding a grudge i swear

rin: i hate that HUGH MUNGUS is at the top of the leaderboard. i actually hate this.

bachira: don’t worry rin, you’re top 1...IN SULKING SPEEDRUNS

rin: i hate all of you

reo: WAIT. IS THAT RIN IN A BALLGOWN 😭😭😭

isagi: YO WHO MADE THIS QUIZ. WHO DID THAT TO HIM 💀💀💀

nagi: nah he lowkey serving… but also threatening

shidou: bro looks like he’s about to hit a pirouette and a homicide 💃🔪

rin (furious): WHAT. THE HELL. IS THAT PICTURE.

bachira: you in your disney princess era bestie 😚

barou: ENOUGH. I BETTER NOT BE THE RIGHT ANSWER. I AM FASHION.

kunigami: you wore zebra pants with gold chains last week–

chigiri: don’t forget the crown and the “born to score” crop top

barou: SAY THAT AGAIN AND I’LL SCORE YOUR FUNERAL

gagamaru (still buffering): wait why is rin dressed like elsa

reo: can we circle back to the fact that I’m an option too??

bachira: yeah that’s for all your rich boy yacht outfits 😭

rin: WHO MADE THIS. WHO ACTUALLY MADE THIS.

shidou: these questions got more violent than blue lock itself 💀

isagi: nah fr. this isn’t trivia, this is targeted bullying

bachira: AND I’M ENJOYING EVERY SECOND 😍

[ leaderboard after Q4: ]

🥇 HUGH MUNGUS 🥈 ben.d.over 🥉 leftthumbonly 4th — EMPEROR_OF_GOALS 5th — messi_is_me

shidou (wheezing): BAROU WAS THE CORRECT ONE 😭😭😭😭😭😭

bachira: LMAOOOOOOO I’M ACTUALLY CRYINGGGG

barou (screaming from his soul): EXCUSE ME?!?!?!?!?!

reo: oh my god he’s gonna suplex the kahoot server

isagi: no bc the zebra pants were a crime and the quiz just confirmed it 💀

kunigami: justice has been served. with glitter and shame.

barou: WHO DECIDED THIS?? WHO HAS THE AUDACITY TO PUT EMPEROR OF GOALS AS A FASHION FAILURE

nagi: you wear gold chains to practice bro

chigiri: and you showed up in crocs once. crocs. with spikes.

rin: Y’ALL ARE LAUGHING AND I’M STILL IN A DAMN GOWN

gagamaru (delayed): rin look like he’s about to sing “let it go”

bachira: BC HE’S LETTING GO OF HIS DIGNITY

barou: THIS. QUIZ. IS. RIGGED.

reo: NAHHHH THIS QUIZ JUST WENT PERSONAL 💀💀💀

bachira: “rin (but he’ll never admit it)” is insane levels of violence 😭

nagi: picked blue. left foot supremacy

shidou: i picked yellow. i want drama 😈

isagi: bro this is less trivia and more emotional exposure therapy

rin (furious): WHY AM I EVEN AN OPTION. WHO ADDED THAT.

bachira: sorry rin ur tsundere lore is out 😚

shidou: “he’ll never admit it” is SO real tho

barou: I THOUGHT THIS WAS A GAME ABOUT SOCCER. WHY ARE WE IN A TELL-ALL CONFESSIONAL

kunigami: lowkey “the idea of being better than everyone else” might actually be the most accurate

gagamaru (late as always): wait did sae join the kahoot??

bachira: no but i wish he did just to see him pick “himself” and log out

rin: this quiz is sick. i’m reporting it.

shidou: what’s wrong rin. you don’t love yourself the way sae maybe does??? 😭😭😭

[ leaderboard after Q5: ]

🥇 HUGH MUNGUS 🥈 ben.d.over 🥉 leftthumbonly 4th — richdaddyreal 5th — EMPEROR_OF_GOALS

bachira: nooooo not “himself” 😭😭😭 SAE YOU SELF-LOVING BASTARD

isagi: bro really looked at love and said “me, myself, and i”

shidou: LMFAOOO RIN GOT LEFT ON READ BY HIS OWN BLOOD 💔💀

reo: can someone hug rin before he explodes

nagi: rin’s emotionally speedrunning all five stages of grief

barou: i don’t care if sae loves a brick, can we move on

gagamaru: wait so sae doesn’t love rin?? 😔

rin (low, dead inside): i’m. not. crying.

bachira: you’re just allergic to emotional damage??

shidou: guys don’t make fun of him. he’s top 1 in having a fictional situationship with his brother

isagi: can someone play sad violin noises over vc

reo: we need to end this before rin disconnects permanently 😭

nagi: yo is this next one the last question??

isagi: yeah yeah ONE MORE. FINAL ROUND. everyone breathe and brace!

isagi: WHAT AM I LOOKING AT

reo: WHY IS HIS APRON SO TIGHT WHO DID THIS

bachira: NOOOO HE LOOKS SO ANGRY YET SO SERVING 😭😭

nagi: this is the scariest and sexiest thing i’ve ever seen

shidou: TRUE. TRUE. TRUE. I CLICKED TRUE BEFORE IT EVEN LOADED

kunigami: what the actual hell is this quiz

barou (deranged screaming): WHO MADE THIS. WHO FOUND THAT PICTURE. I WILL END YOU.

isagi: bro why does he still look like he could bench press all of us in that outfit

gagamaru (in awe): wait fr… why is he kinda…

chigiri: no say it. we’re all thinking it.

gagamaru: …kinda bad

bachira: BADDER THAN YOUR WIFI 😭😭😭

rin: i think i'm gonna be sick..

shidou: maid barou supremacy forever. that apron’s doing heavy lifting

reo: he looks like he’s about to hand me a cupcake and then body slam me

barou (still unhinged): I’M ENDING THIS QUIZ. I’M DELETING KAHOOT. I’M BLOCKING ALL OF YOU

bachira: too late babe you're trending on maidtok 💅🧹

[ FINAL KAHOOT LEADERBOARD ]

🥇 HUGH MUNGUS 🥈 ben.d.over 🥉 leftthumbonly

shidou (screaming): I WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOONNNNNNNNNNNNNN LET’S GOOOOOOOOOOOOO 🗣️🗣️🗣️🗣️🗣️🗣️

bachira: NOOOOOOO WHY DID I GET SECOND 😭😭😭 i wanted the power

nagi: i was just pressing colors. what happened

isagi: i dropped from 3rd to off the podium like my stocks crashed bro

reo: wait. where the hell did I go. am i in NINTH??

kunigami: i’m BELOW gagamaru. and he picked options with lag.

gagamaru (re-entering from the woods): i think i clicked red but it was actually green and the crow started screeching again

chigiri: y'all just imagine me being the fastest in blue lock and the slowest in kahoot like shut the hell up

bachira: chigiri fumbled the click bag 💀

rin: i hate that HUGH MUNGUS is the winner. i genuinely hate it.

isagi: ok rules are rules… winner gets to choose anything, right?

shidou (with the most evil smirk): YES. and i’ve decided 😇

barou (already panicking): no. NO. WHATEVER IT IS, NO.

shidou: you… barou-sama…are going to wear. the maid outfit. AGAIN. 😈 but this time... we’re POSTING IT ON TWITTER 🧍‍♀️✨

barou (screeching): WHATTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT

bachira: LIVE YOUR TRUTH MAID KING 😭😭😭😭

reo: we are boosting the tweet. everyone turn on RTs

nagi: wait let me edit the photo. adding sparkles and cat ears rn

gagamaru: can we tag ego

kunigami: you are all going to hell gagamaru. DON'T

barou (frothing): I WILL UNPLUG EVERY ROUTER IN JAPAN. I SWEAR.

shidou (typing on phone already): caption: "maid barou ready to serve AND score 🧹💘"

rin: i’m leaving. i’m logging off. this is brain rot.

bachira: SEE Y’ALL AT THE NEXT KAHOOT 😍🎉

[ vc disconnected ]

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kathlare · 3 days ago

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Omgg I love your stories so much!! Would you ever consider having Amelie feature in the new f1 movie for example like Tate McRae’s song!! Also will you be writing the movie premiere of the New York Show!! LOVE YOU

Omg!! Thank you so, so much — this means the world! 😭💕 I absolutely loved the idea, and I’m so excited to say that the chapter from the F1 movie premiere in New York is finally here!! 🎬✨

Thank you for waiting so patiently and for sharing such an amazing idea. I really hope you enjoy it — and as always, if you have more requests, I’m all ears! 💌 LOVE YOU!! 💕🏁

just keep watching

Lando Norris x Amelie Dayman

Summary: Amelie and Lando travel to New York for the F1 movie premiere, sharing quiet moments and playful banter between the chaos of airports and interviews.

Wordcount: 6.2 k

Warnings: smut

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June 19th, 2025 - New York City, NY

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f1: All aboard for #F1TheMovie #F1

@F1Movie

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racequeen_24: pilots on fleek, vibes on point 😎✈️ → turbo_tiff: @racequeen_24 literally the coolest squad on a plane rn

fastlane_fan: team principals be like “where’s my popcorn?” 🍿😂 → pitstop_pete: @fastlane_fan gotta keep the drama on screen, not on the plane lol

grid_guru: nyc premiere bouta be legendary, can’t wait to see the fits and tea ☕👀 → vibecheck_vinny: @grid_guru fashion police ready to report 🚨💅

speedster_sam: hope they have snacks, those F1 nerves gotta be real right now 🍫😅 → trackside_tina: @speedster_sam best believe they packed those emergency snacks, it’s a whole vibe

speedqueen45: squad goals on fleek 😍✈️ → f1nerd123: @speedqueen45 facts, this is the ultimate flex

madsauce: lol does anyone else lowkey wanna be a driver just for the plane rides? ✈️🔥 → gridgirlxoxo: @madsauce same, travel goals AF

pitstopprincess: who else is praying for a cameo in the movie?? 🙋‍♀️🎬

ameliecrazy: can’t wait to see lanmelie walking the red carpet 👀💖 → norisimp: @ameliecrazy they’re gonna break the internet again

f1trash: y’all worried about the movie or just here for the drama on the plane? 🤡

racequeen33: F1 squad looking 🔥 AF on that plane → speedjunkie99: @racequeen33 mood! can’t wait for the premiere vibes

lanmelove_23: lando lowkey flexing that business class life 🤑 → norrislove_24: @lanmelove_23 only the best for our boyyy

ameliesarmy: and where’s our girl tho? waiting for her cameo on the red carpet 👀 → lanmelie_fanatic: @ameliesarmy she’s gonna slay, no doubt 💅🔥

lanmelie_forever: honestly this trip is just another excuse for lando to stare at amelie all night 😍

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Lando shifted slightly in his business class seat, the hum of the plane steady around him as the credits of the movie rolled across the screen. He hadn’t been watching closely—his eyes flicking occasionally to the window, the clouds, her.

Amelie.

Curled into the blanket beside him, her cheek resting on the little pillow she'd smuggled from her dressing room at the paddock. She was deep asleep, lashes brushing the tops of her cheeks, one hand loosely holding onto his hoodie like she needed the tether. Her ponytail had loosened slightly during the flight, a few strands curling near her temple. The orange sleep mask she’d originally worn was now tucked in her lap like a forgotten toy. Her red hoodie—stolen from his suitcase, obviously—was too big on her, and he could see the edge of the crop top underneath when she shifted, mumbling something in her sleep that sounded suspiciously like “fuck you, Benny.”

Lando smiled softly.

He didn’t know how she always managed to look like this—serene and chaotic all at once.

The captain’s voice came over the intercom: “Cabin crew, prepare for landing in New York.”

The plane jolted slightly as the landing gear engaged. All around them, people began to stir. The rustling of bags and the quiet stretching of bodies filled the cabin as the plane started its descent.

Lando leaned toward her, brushing the back of his fingers gently against her cheek.

—Ames,— he murmured. —Hey, baby. Wake up. We’re landing.—

She stirred, brow scrunching a little before her eyes fluttered open in confusion.

—Huh...?— she blinked a few times, disoriented, looking around. —Where... wait, are we...?—

—New York,— he said with a soft grin. —You slept through the whole flight.—

Amelie blinked again before a sleepy smile spread across her face. She reached up and cupped his jaw with her hand, pulling him in for a lazy, warm kiss. —Hi.—

—Hi,— Lando whispered against her lips.

Around them, people were moving. Charles was standing to grab his jacket, Toto was already halfway down the aisle, and someone was complaining about their AirPods being stolen. But Lando didn’t care. Not when she looked at him like that.

—You good to stand?— he asked, brushing her hair back behind her ear.

—Mmhmm. Just give me a second. Legs are still dead.—

He chuckled, standing first and reaching for both his and her carry-ons from the overhead bin. He didn't even let her reach for hers.

—Lan, I can carry my...—

—Nope,— he cut in, already slinging both bags over his shoulder. —Let me be the gentleman today. You already stole my hoodie.—

—You gave me that hoodie.—

—Under threat of emotional blackmail.—

She grinned.

They stepped off the plane together, greeted by the usual border control maze. A few airport staff were already waiting to escort the F1 group through the VIP lane, but even then, the lines split once they reached immigration.

—Ugh,— Amelie groaned. —I forgot we have to separate here.—

—You’d think by now they’d just give me an American passport from all the damn time I’ve spent here,— Lando muttered.

Amelie snorted. —You’d be a chaos American. I’m not sure I trust you with that power.—

She squeezed his hand and stepped into the U.S. Citizens line. He gave her a tiny, lopsided smile and moved to the foreigners' side, joining the other drivers and crew in the longer queue.

She was waved forward almost immediately.

The officer behind the desk barely glanced up before taking her passport.

—Purpose of visit?—

—Work.—

He stamped her passport and handed it back.

—Welcome back home.—

The words hit differently than she expected.

Home.

For years, New York had been just that. The place where she lived, worked, built everything. But now? Now it was a place she visited. A memory, a version of herself she’d outgrown but hadn’t fully left behind. And yet, standing there with her suitcase and that ache in her chest, she realized… it still mattered.

She stepped to the side, eyes scanning the crowd until she saw him again—Lando, finally making his way through immigration, dragging both carry-ons and looking thoroughly unimpressed with the wait. She smiled to herself.

A security escort handed them their checked bags as they reunited, pushing a small cart with ease.

—Did you order a car?— Lando asked as they neared the exit.

—Yeah… sort of.—

He glanced at her sideways. —Sort of? What does that mean?—

But before she could answer, a loud squeal echoed through the arrivals terminal.

—MEELS!—

Amelie barely turned before someone crashed into her with full force, nearly toppling her over.

—Shit, Minnie!— Amelie laughed breathlessly as her best friend’s arms squeezed around her in a tight hug.

Lando grinned, watching the scene unfold. —So that’s the ‘sort of.’—

Lando chuckled softly, the weight of the flight and the race weekend momentarily easing as Minnie’s infectious energy filled the space between them.

—Hey, Lan!— Minnie said, pulling back just enough to grin at him. —Still annoying as hell, I see.—

—Only for you, Min.— He winked, then shifted the bags on the cart with a smirk. —You know, I could say the same about you.—

Minnie laughed, rolling her eyes but clearly pleased. —Yeah, yeah. Anyway, I’m driving you two back to Ames’s place. Thought I’d save you the hassle.—

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ameliesvibes: 🚨BREAKING🚨 Amelie just dropped a NYC story and yep, she’s here for the F1 Movie premiere! 💫✨ Get ready for major glam and all the Lanmelie feels on the red carpet! 🎬❤️

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f1_lanmelie: she’s in nyc and my heart is too 💥 → norrisbaby24: @f1_lanmelie the energy of this queen in the city never changes 😍

sunset_simp: nyc just got 10x hotter with ames here 🔥

speedy_simp: bro lando probably practicing his “i’m so cool” face for the premiere 😎 → norrisnuts: @speedy_simp bro it’s permanent at this point, born with it

speed_demon45: ames in nyc and my heart is racing faster than landos car 😩🔥

trackqueen: lando better be there to catch her when she walks that red carpet 🙌💅 → racefan_101: @trackqueen facts, he’s prob like “that’s my girl” lowkey flexing on everyone 😎

melonhead123: no way ames is out here stealing all the spotlight again 👀💫

lanmelieupdates: she’s in NEW YORKKKKKKKK 😭😭😭 premiere date night loading

lanmelie4life: LANDO U BETTER BE READY TO COMBUST SHE’S LOOKING TOO GOOD FOR NY → mclarenwifey: @lanmelie4life he’s 100% gonna trip on the carpet staring at her

gridgirlies: she said ✨main character energy✨ and hopped on a plane → lanfan99: @gridgirlies red carpet gonna turn into HER runway i fear

softforlan: she’s about to make that man forget how to breathe again 😭 → amesnation: @softforlan his sim card is FRIED already

amez4ever: this is NOT gonna be a premiere it’s gonna be a public thirst display → maxmode: @amez4ever i already hear pierre making jokes 😭

lanxamesupdates: if we don’t get a photo of them tonight i will riot → drivergf: @lanxamesupdates not a blurry pap pic, a FULL glam pic or nothing.

sugarf1baby: mother has entered new york 😍

dramainthepaddock: LANDO U BETTER MATCH HER ENERGY TONIGHT → smoothop_norris: @dramainthepaddock he’s showing up with his curls freshly styled i just KNOW it → maxfewmode: @dramainthepaddock this is not an outfit competition but if it was… he’s already losing 😭

lanfan88: am i mentally prepared for a lanmelie red carpet? absolutely not

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Lando was lounging on the edge of the bed, checking his phone when the knock came. The McLaren PR team. Right on time.

He pulled himself to the door, brushing a hand down the creases of his navy sweatpants and dark red Montreal crewneck. When he opened it, camera in hand and sound equipment already humming, he gave a crooked smile and waved them in.

—Hey, come in,— he said, brushing a curl out of his forehead. —And, uh, sorry about the mismatched outfit. Amelie stole the matching hoodie. She’s got it on in the room next door right now. So, I’m the leftover half of the set.—

He shrugged like he didn’t mind (he didn’t), and waved towards the rest of the room where the glam team was already waiting. They clipped a mic to the collar of his shirt as he shuffled out of the room briefly, only to return a moment later in crisp dress pants and a sharp, tailored white shirt. He sank down into the chair, brushing hair out of his eyes as one of the stylists started fixing the waves and another dabbed concealer along the edges of tired skin.

It was routine. Calm. Until the door clicked and she walked in.

Amelie.

A fucking vision.

A striking, deep-red midi dress that molded to every curve, a high neckline and a hint of semi-sheer fabric that gave it an edge of timeless and modern. The length fell just past her knees, making the classic black heels she wore click sharply across the floor. Her hair was pulled into a sleek mid-ponytail, brushing the sharp angles of her jawline, and the makeup was soft and precise, making those big eyes glow.

For a moment, Lando forgot how to breathe.

—Fuuuuck…— he exhaled dramatically, dropping the hair clip he’d been holding. —Are you trying to kill me, Ames? What the hell is this?!—

Amelie stopped mid-step, blinking, a shy smile tugging at the corner of her mouth until she spotted the camera hovering nearby. The shy smile widened into an apologetic one as she waved quickly at the lens.

—Uh… hi,— she said quietly, brushing a hand down the fabric of her dress like she didn’t know what to do with herself.

Lando was already out of the chair, brushing away the stylist for a moment, crossing the room in a few long strides. He pulled her closer by the waist and pressed a quick, soft kiss to her lips.

—Are you leaving already?— he asked, brushing a knuckle along the line of her jaw.

Amelie glanced towards the camera and shrugged slightly, brushing hair from her temple. —Yeah. Red carpet with Laura and Hannah. We have the pre-show in like… twenty minutes.—

Lando tilted his head slightly, brushing a strand of hair away from her ear. —Nervous?—

Amelie shrugged again, a shy glance towards the PR team making her voice drop. —A little bit. Just… lot of people tonight, I guess.—

He noticed the way she tightened slightly when she glanced at the camera and then waved a hand sharply towards the PR team. —Right, um… give us a second, okay?—

They didn’t hesitate. They gave him a quick nod and stepped towards the hallway, camera dropping slightly as the door clicked shut, leaving the couple in the quiet common area of their suite.

Lando watched the door shut and immediately sank down beside Amelie, brushing the back of her hand with his fingers until she met his gaze.

—Hey,— he said softly, brushing a thumb across the curve of her palm. —What’s going on in that pretty head? You’re okay?—

Amelie smiled, brushing hair from her forehead, exhaling slowly. —Yeah. I’m okay. Just… it’s different, you know? Being the one doing the interviews tonight, making sure it’s right. It’s like… the first time in ages I’m not the one being asked questions, and that’s making me more nervous than I thought.—

Lando shifted closer, brushing a hand down the side of her arm until it landed securely at her waist. —Ames, you’re a bloody pro. They picked you for this because you’re sharp as fuck, and you have this thing… people just wanna open up when you ask questions. You’re gonna kill it tonight.—

Her smile softened, brushing noses with him for a second. —That means a lot, Lan. Thanks.—

—Of course.— He pressed a slow, deep kiss to her lips, brushing a hand down the line of her spine like he could stamp the moment on both of them. When he pulled back, brushing a kiss to the tip of her nose, his voice was teasing and soft. —And when you’re on that carpet tonight, making every other interviewer wonder why the fuck you’re better than them, I’ll be down the line just hoping you ask me a question. Might save a wink for you, too.—

Amelie giggled, brushing a hand down the fabric of his shirt, brushing imaginary wrinkles from the crisp material. —Yeah? Might have to ask you about that race, Mr. Norris. Or maybe about this shirt that doesn’t match your sweatpants from earlier.—

He winked, brushing a knuckle down her jaw. —If you ask, I’ll tell you everything, baby. Even why I stole your favorite hoodie this morning.—

Amelie smiled as she pressed a quick kiss to his lips, brushing herself down as she stood. —Alright. Try not to break the microphone or flirt too much with the PR team while I’m gone, okay?—

Lando grinned, brushing a hand down the sleek line of her dress one last time. —Wouldn’t dream of it, Ames. Go be a star tonight. I’ll be right behind you, trying to get your attention like a total idiot. As usual.—

Amelie waved over her shoulder, grinning as she pulled the door open. —That’s how you got mine the first time, Lan. Might work a second time too.—

The door clicked shut, and Lando sank down in the chair, brushing both hands through his curls, grinning like an idiot as the PR team poked their heads back in.

He shrugged, brushing an imaginary bead of sweat from his forehead. —Alright, let’s do this. But someone save me a bloody drink for after, yeah? I’m gonna need it when I have to watch my girl kill it tonight.—

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f1insidergossip: Amelie Dayman, Laura Winter & Hannah Berner taking over the mic tonight 🎤✨ The trio are set to host the F1 Movie premiere in New York and it’s already serving pure chaos and glam!! 🍸🏁

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speedynorris: Amelie making a red carpet her runway!! 👑 → daymanluvrr: @speedynorris Lando’s jaw on the floor somewhere

f1t4smr: Amelie with a mic is dangerous!! Protect the drivers 😂 → gossipgriddd: @f1t4smr she’s about to ask Lando why he can’t brake properly 💀

lanmelieshipper: why am I expecting Amelie to interview Lando like she doesn’t kiss him every night 😭 → monacomush: @lanmelieshipper ‘and how’s the girlfriend?’ “she’s standing right here” LMAOO

papayaspotter: Amelie in interviewer mode? Lando better be ready 😳 → f1wagsfan: @papayaspotter he’s already rehearsing in the mirror 🤣

lanmelie4ever: Amelie with a mic? Lando’s about to forget how to speak 😂

speedtrapszn: Amelie roasting every driver tonight except Lando… watch. → papayafever: @speedtrapszn she goes ‘Lando can do no wrong’ then grills the rest 😂

f1papwalk: Amelie looking like she’s gonna steal the whole spotlight!! → vroomdayman: @f1papwalk Lando already accepting defeat like “she wins every race” 🧡

papayakissclub: Amelie interviewing Lando tonight… the room will explode from cuteness!!

daymanluvrr: Amelie + a microphone = chaos confirmed 😂 → papayadr3ams: @daymanluvrr Lando in the background like “you’re doing amazing sweetie”

tracksidegoss: Amelie and Laura are about to roast every driver tonight and I’m here for it 🍷 → speedtrapszn: @tracksidegoss Lando gonna try to hide and fail miserably

lanmeliefiles: Amelie interviewing Lando be like “how do u balance being a race car driver and being obsessed with ur girlfriend?” 🥺 → f1t4smr: @lanmeliefiles “well, she doesn’t let me forget” 😭

daymanclub: Amelie making the whole paddock fall in love tonight just like she made Lando fall in love with her 😌

lightsout44: Amelie interviewing Lando tonight = best content we didn’t know we needed 😂 → papayakids: @lightsout44 she’s gonna roast him live and I’m here for it

lanmelie4ever: Amelie with a mic is the biggest flex of the paddock rn 🙌 → tracksidegem: @lanmelie4ever Lando better behave or she’ll expose him 😭

vroomiezz: Amelie + Laura + Hannah = holy trinity of F1 press 👑 → quicklapzz: @vroomiezz the drivers are NOT ready!!

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The premiere was electric — Times Square bathed in lights, screens looping dramatic trailers of the F1 movie, and fans packed tight behind barricades, their cheers and camera flashes a constant soundtrack. Amelie stood alongside Laura Winter at their designated interview spot, the F1 logo gleaming behind them. She took a breath, adjusting her earpiece, smoothing the skirt of her deep red dress — the same one that had made Lando nearly short-circuit earlier. The nerves were there, but excitement crackled stronger.

—Okay, next up… Lando Norris,— Laura murmured beside her, already spotting him weaving through the crowd of team PR, media, and flashing cameras.

Amelie’s heart skipped a beat as Lando approached, dressed sharp as ever — black tailored suit, no tie, crisp white shirt slightly undone at the collar. He had that easy grin, the one that always got her in trouble.

First, he leaned in to kiss Laura on both cheeks — polite, charming. But then his eyes locked on Amelie’s, and the mischief was immediate. His smile turned almost boyish, his gaze lingering a little too long as the cheers from the barricades swelled.

Without hesitation, he stepped closer. His hand found her waist, tugging her in just enough. Before she could react, he dipped his head and pressed a soft kiss to her lips — quick, sweet, but full of intent. The crowd lost it — thousands of screams, phones flashing wildly.

Amelie laughed, pulling back, her cheeks flushed. —You’re impossible,— she muttered, amusement shining in her eyes.

Lando just winked, stepping back to his mark between the two women. —Couldn’t help myself,— he said, voice low enough that only they could hear. —You’re way too gorgeous tonight.—

Laura, fighting a grin, gestured to the camera crew that they were live.

—Alright, Lando, thanks for joining us— Laura began, professional despite the obvious energy between him and Amelie. —Big night, big premiere. What’s it like seeing F1 brought to the big screen like this?—

Lando slipped smoothly into media mode, though his eyes kept flicking to Amelie. —It’s surreal, honestly. We see the sport so up close, but seeing it like this — the story, the action, the emotion — it’s insane. I think fans are going to love it.—

Amelie tried to stay focused, but he wasn’t making it easy. Every now and then he’d glance sideways, pulling a face just subtle enough to make her bite back a smile. Once, he wiggled his brows when Laura wasn’t looking.

She cleared her throat, determined. —Lando, how do you feel the film captured the driver experience? Anything that made you go, “Yeah, that’s spot on”?—

He grinned, eyes softening. —There’s this one scene, no spoilers, but it’s about the moments right before lights out. The nerves, the quiet, the way everything else fades out. That hit hard. And…— He paused, glancing her way again. —There’s also the bit about the people who stick by you through the chaos. I felt that one too.—

Amelie’s heart tugged, but she kept it professional, even as her smile turned genuine.

The rest of the interview flew by — Lando playfully dodging Laura’s question about any on-set cameos, throwing in jokes that had Amelie stifling giggles, and making the fans scream again with a wink at the camera just before they wrapped.

As they signed off and the crew shifted focus, Lando leaned in close again, voice warm at her ear.

—You were amazing,— he said. —Told you you’d kill it.—

Amelie turned toward him, smirking. —And you were a menace. But thanks.—

He grinned. —You love it.—

—Unfortunately, yeah. I do.—

Before the next guest could approach, Lando squeezed her waist one last time, shooting her a wink before stepping off, leaving her heart racing and her face aching from trying not to smile like an idiot.

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lanmelie.updates: Amelie interviewing Lando tonight at the F1 Movie Premiere in New York… the CUTEST, CHAOTIC, FLIRTY press moment we’ve been manifesting 😭🎤🏁

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f1babygirl: LANDO fixing his hair like she hasn’t seen that mess every morning 😭

papayakiss: Amelie interviewing Lando is like watching ur besties flirt on live tv 🍿 → lanmelie4ever: @papayakiss and we’re EATING IT UP!!

papayababe: that waist grab?? the wink?? goodbye. → landoslut: @papayababe he said “you’re mine” on LIVE tv

amessupreme: ames trying not to smile like an idiot the whole time = RELATABLE → lanmelieluv: @amessupreme like girl same 😂

racebabesx: laura holding the mic like “ok enough foreplay” 💀 → pitlanesimp: @racebabesx she was third wheeling SO hard

4amthoughtz: “you were amazing” NO YOU were amazing for making the whole internet combust like that 😭 → landosgirly: @4amthoughtz this man knows EXACTLY what he’s doing!!

mclarenf1fanatic: him making the crowd scream every 5 seconds like??? KING BEHAVIOUR 👑

midnightraces_: ames being PROFESSIONAL and he’s just 😈 making faces every chance he gets

f1chaoscorner: the wink at the end?? my man said “claiming my girl” in 4k → lanmeliefever: @f1chaoscorner and we’re eating it UP!! 😩

landosmilf: him brushing her waist like it’s a reflex?! I’M DECEASED → amelieisqueen: @landosmilf the way she blushed!! stop it!!

papayacrush: laura trying to stay professional while these two flirt like it’s date night 😂 → tracksidecutie: @papayacrush laura said ‘let me work pls’

dr3amlanmelie: the wink?! THE WAIST GRAB?! THEY’RE ENDGAME 😭 → lightsoutlandos: @dr3amlanmelie this is their roman empire

nochillf1fan: ames trying NOT to smile like an idiot… fail successful 😂

papayadrift: THEY’RE SO CUTE I NEED TO SCREAM → landoscarspins: @papayadrift this is the energy we deserve!!!

speedchasing_: when he said “there’s also the bit about people who stick by you” and LOOKED AT HER?!?? I SCREAMED. → lanlovers_: @speedchasing_ he was talking about HER you can’t tell me otherwise 😩

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The afterparty was a vibrant cacophony of thumping bass, mingling voices, and clinking glasses. The main ballroom of the swanky hotel was transformed into a sleek, neon-lit lounge, crowded with drivers, team principals, celebrities, and media, all celebrating the F1 movie's successful premiere. Amelie, still in her deep red dress, found herself surrounded by a whirlwind of conversation, laughter, and camera flashes, but her attention kept snagging on Lando across the room.

He was holding court near the bar, laughing with Carlos Sainz, looking even more effortlessly handsome with his suit jacket off and his sleeves rolled up. Every now and then, his eyes would cut through the crowd, find hers, and a knowing smile would pass between them – a private current in the buzzing atmosphere.

Amelie tried to engage in conversation, but the energy of the room, combined with the lingering thrill from their red carpet moment, made it hard to focus. She felt Lando’s gaze on her, a persistent warmth that made her skin tingle.

Eventually, he started making his way towards her, subtly excusing himself from various conversations. As he drew closer, the noise of the party seemed to fade, replaced by the thrum of her own heartbeat.

—Finally,— he said, his voice a low, teasing murmur as he reached her side. He leaned in, his hand gently finding the small of her back, the heat of his palm seeping through the fabric of her dress. —This party is good, but it's getting in the way of what I actually want to do.—

Amelie's cheeks flushed, but she met his gaze, a playful challenge in her eyes. —Oh really? And what's that, Lando?—

His grin widened, mischievous and undeniably alluring. —Something involving you, me, and a little less... audience.— His eyes flicked around the crowded room, a hint of impatience in their depths.

Lando’s hand tightened subtly on her back, his thumb tracing small circles on her skin. —Come on,— he murmured, his eyes locking onto hers with an intensity that made her stomach flutter.

Amelie didn't need to be asked twice. The unspoken promise in his gaze was intoxicating. She allowed him to guide her, his touch firm and possessive, through the labyrinth of revelers. They moved past clusters of laughing guests, discreetly avoiding direct eye contact with anyone who might try to intercept them. The thumping bass of the music slowly faded behind them as Lando led her away from the main ballroom, down a less-lit corridor that branched off towards the hotel's quieter service areas.

—Where are we going?— Amelie whispered, a thrill of anticipation mixing with the forbidden excitement of their clandestine escape.

He glanced back at her, his grin widening, a glint of pure mischief in his eyes. —Somewhere we won't be interrupted. Somewhere I can actually finish what I started on the red carpet.—

Her heart pounded in her chest, a frantic drumbeat against her ribs. She knew exactly what he meant. He pushed open a heavy, unmarked door, revealing a dimly lit service corridor lined with various cleaning carts and storage units. The air was cool and still, a stark contrast to the vibrant chaos of the afterparty. He quickly pulled her through the doorway, letting the door swing shut behind them with a soft click that muffled the distant sounds of the party.

They were in a small, forgotten alcove, tucked away from prying eyes. The only light came from a flickering fluorescent tube overhead, casting long shadows. It wasn't glamorous, but in that moment, it felt impossibly intimate.

Lando didn't waste a second. He turned to her, his hands immediately finding her waist, pulling her flush against his body. The scent of his cologne, a mix of crisp citrus and warm musk, enveloped her, making her head swim.

—God, Amelie,— he breathed, his voice rough with barely suppressed desire. His head dipped, and before she could even register the movement, his lips claimed hers in a desperate, bruising kiss.

It was everything she had been craving since that teasing peck on the red carpet. His mouth moved over hers with an insistent hunger, demanding a response she eagerly gave. Her fingers tangled in his hair, pulling him closer, deepening the kiss until she felt herself dizzy with the intensity of it. His hands slid from her waist, roaming up her back, pressing her tighter against him, leaving no space between their bodies.

The kiss grew more fervent, more all-consuming. Amelie moaned softly into his mouth as his tongue teased hers, igniting a fire that spread rapidly through her veins. Her legs felt weak, threatening to give way beneath her.

Suddenly, Lando broke the kiss, a ragged breath escaping his lips. His eyes, dark with a potent mixture of lust and adoration, burned into hers in the dim light. He couldn't hold back anymore.

Without a word, he scooped her up into his arms. Amelie let out a surprised gasp, her hands flying to his shoulders for balance. Her legs, clad in the elegant red dress, instinctively wrapped around his waist, pulling her even higher, fitting her body perfectly against his.

He didn't hesitate. His head dipped again, but this time, his lips weren't on her mouth. Instead, hot, open-mouthed kisses trailed down her jawline, sending shivers racing through her. He found the sensitive skin of her neck, pressing fervent, almost bruising kisses there, eliciting a soft whimper from her.

—Fuck, Amelie,— he mumbled against her skin, his voice thick with desire, his hands gripping her thighs, pressing her even closer to him. —You have no idea what you do to me.—

Amelie was indeed going nuts. Every kiss on her neck sent a jolt through her, her body arching into his, her hands clutching at his shoulders. —Lando… oh, Lando…— she moaned, his name a desperate plea escaping her lips. The thrill of it, the forbidden nature of their tryst, made her dizzy. But a sliver of practicality cut through the haze of desire. They couldn’t be gone for hours. Someone would notice.

—Lando, wait,— she whispered, her voice breathless, her fingers pressing against his jaw, trying to pull his head up. —We… we can’t. Not for long. You have to be quick.—

The words, though laced with urgency, only seemed to fuel his desire. He pulled his head back, his eyes still blazing in the dim light. A shadow of a smile played on his lips, a mixture of amusement and raw hunger. He carefully lowered her, letting her feet touch the ground, but he kept her hips pressed against his, their bodies still intimately connected.

His hands, quick and practiced, slid under the hem of her dress. Amelie gasped, a thrill shooting through her as his warm fingers brushed against her bare skin. He didn't hesitate, finding the delicate lace of her panties. With a swift tug, he pulled them down, guiding them over her hips, and discreetly slipped them off, letting them fall to the floor in a silent heap.

Before she could even process the sudden liberation, he scooped her up again, her legs instantly wrapping around his waist, her bareness now pressed against the fine fabric of his trousers. His mouth was back on hers, kissing her with a renewed fervor, deeper and more demanding than before.

As he kissed her, his free hand moved to the waistband of his dress pants. With practiced ease, he unbuttoned them, the sound almost swallowed by their fervent kisses. He pushed the fabric down, his tailored trousers and boxers following in one smooth motion, pooling around his ankles. He adjusted her slightly, guiding himself into position, the heat of him pressing against her.

He pulled back just inches from her lips, his breath ragged, his eyes boring into hers. —You need to be silent, Amelie,— he whispered, his voice a low, urgent growl, before he began to push forward.

He moved slowly, agonizingly so. Amelie gasped, her breath catching in her throat as he began to slide inside her, a long, deliberate movement. She was, as always, impossibly tight. The sensation was overwhelming, a glorious friction that sent a fresh wave of shivers through her body. She instinctively tightened around him, a silent plea for more, for all of him.

Lando groaned, a deep, guttural sound that vibrated against her. He paused, fully buried, letting them both adjust to the exquisite pressure. He leaned his forehead against hers, his eyes closed for a moment as he savored the feeling. His hands gripped her thighs, holding her firmly against him.

—Please, Lando,— Amelie whispered, her voice a desperate, pleading rasp, barely audible. —Faster. Please.— She bit down on her lip, trying to contain the urges screaming through her.

He opened his eyes, a devilish smirk playing on his lips, though his eyes were still heavy with desire. —Faster, baby? You know what happens if I go faster.— His voice was a low tease, a challenge. —You’re gonna moan, mi amor. And we can’t have that, can we, good girl?—

He started to move again, still achingly slow, a deliberate, torturous pace that had her writhing against him, desperate for release. Each slow, deep thrust was pure agony and pure bliss, making her muscles clench around him.

—Please, Lando, please— she begged again, her voice a choked whisper, tears pricking at the corners of her eyes from the sheer frustration and building pleasure. She pushed her hips against him, trying to urge him on, her nails digging lightly into his shoulders.

He leaned in, kissing her forehead, then her temple, his breath warm against her ear. —Easy, preciosa. Be a good girl. Just a little more. You want to get caught?— He pulled back slightly, then pushed in deep again, slow and deliberate, watching her face as she struggled to keep her moans silent. His control was absolute, and she hated and adored him for it.

But the slow pace was driving Lando just as crazy. The exquisite tightness of Amelie around him, her desperate pleas, the delicious friction – it was pushing him to his absolute limit. A guttural growl escaped his throat, a sound of pure strain. His eyes, fixed on her flushed face, were dark with the struggle for control.

—Damn it, Amelie,— he breathed, his voice raw, losing the teasing edge entirely. —You’re too much, mi amor.—

With that, his control snapped. The slow, deliberate movements gave way to a sudden, explosive surge. He began to thrust faster, and faster, a primal rhythm taking over. Each powerful stroke drove him deeper, harder, eliciting breathless gasps from Amelie. The confined space, the urgency of their hidden encounter, amplified every sensation.

Then he hit it. Her sweet spot.

Amelie’s eyes flew open, her body arching violently against him. A strangled cry tore from her throat, her mouth opening wide to let out the moan that was building deep within her. But before the sound could escape, Lando’s large hand shot up, clamping over her mouth, muffling the desperate sound.

—Shhh, shhh, shhh, baby,— he murmured against her ear, his own breath coming in ragged gasps, his body trembling with the force of his climax building. His thumb rubbed gently over her lips, silencing her, even as he continued to pound into her, a frantic, desperate rhythm.

Her body was convulsing around him, every nerve ending screaming. She clutched at his shoulders, nails digging in, her legs squeezing tighter around his waist as waves of pleasure consumed her. His hand remained firm over her mouth, catching every choked gasp, every muffled cry of ecstasy.

He drove into her a few more times, powerful, shuddering thrusts, until a final, earth-shattering groan tore from his own throat. He buried his face in her neck, his body going rigid, then collapsing against her, still fully inside her. Amelie felt his release, hot and abundant, deep within her. Her own body followed suit, shuddering violently, a silent, powerful orgasm washing over her as Lando’s hand remained over her mouth, muffling her desperate cries of pleasure until the last ripple subsided.

They stood there for a long moment, clinging to each other in the dim, silent alcove, their breathing ragged, hearts hammering in unison. The distant hum of the afterparty seemed a million miles away.

After a moment, both of them came down from the high, their breathing finally starting to slow. Lando pressed a soft, languid kiss to Amelie’s shoulder before easing out of her, brushing hair away from her damp forehead. They shared a quiet, knowing glance — a mixture of giddy thrill and the urgency of reality crashing back in.

With a breathless chuckle, Lando set her down, brushing the edge of the deep red dress back down over the curve of her thighs. Amelie smirked, brushing herself down and brushing hair out of her face as she watched him scoop up her discarded panties from the floor.

He didn’t hand them over. Instead, grinning like a total brat, he folded the delicate piece of lace and tucked it deep into the pocket of his suit trousers, brushing down the fabric like a man making sure his prize was secure.

—Mine for the night,— he said with a wink, brushing down the crisp lines of his suit pants as if he didn’t have evidence of their rendezvous folded away.

Amelie gave him a sharp glance, brushing a finger down the lapel of his jacket. —If you lose those, Norris, I will kill you.—

He pressed a quick kiss to the tip of her nose, brushing hair from the side of her face. —Lose them? Never. Might frame them later, put ‘em on the shelf next to the trophies.—

Amelie swatted at him, rolling her eyes as she tried to regain some composure. Together, they stepped towards the door, brushing down any last creases. The muffled hum of the afterparty felt impossibly far away now, replaced by the sound of their own quiet breathing and the faint shuffle of their steps.

Then the door clicked shut behind them, and as they turned down the long hallway, there he was — Carlos. Leaning casually against the wall, arms crossed, grinning like the cat that caught the canary.

He didn’t say a word, just gave a slow nod and an approving raise of the eyebrows.

—Horny fuckers,— he said, voice low enough to sting and tease, shaking his head as he pushed away from the wall.