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cocolovey · 6 hours ago

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Fumbled The Bride - LN

Request from @sofs16 - (ex)!reader x lando getting back together because lando shut down marriage when reader really wanted it (years of dating) and it got so bad they broke up. time passed and lando isnt doing well and reader does a photoshoot in wedding dresses for something and it just pushes lando to the edge because he DOES want it all with her - I fixed all the typos and I think(??) I corrected all of them to the right word one of the spelling errors was so hard to decode ngl, but hope you nails look good!

No part 2 requests please

*8 months ago*

It's not the first time in the past year that y/n has brought it up but this time the conversation was hard to bring up and push for him to talk about right, but y/n never thought it would take the turn it did.

"I don't understand, if you love me-we've been together for 6 years...I don't want to be with anyone else. Why is it such a crazy suggestion that we look towards getting married." Y/n states having already been brought to tears.

They've now been at it for 20 minutes. It feels like the worst 20 minutes of her life so far and it appears there's only an end in sight that will completely devastate her world.

"I don't know if I want to marry you so rushing it at our age is just-there's no point. And now I'm upsetting you and I don't want to but you're pushing me into a corner, y/n." Lando snaps in frustration.

There's a silence and y/n feels a lump in her throat almost blocking the air. He really just ripped her heart out on the ground.

"Can we please just stop talking about it and move on?" Lando asks no really understanding the extent of the damage this conversation and his rejection of her has had.

"If you don't know if you want to marry me after 6 years. Then you aren't the man I thought I'd been spending the past 6 years with." Y/n states then wiping under her eyes as she feels a wave of calm rage. Externally she looks almost void, aside from the tears filling her eyes. "I'm not going to waste my time or your time anymore."

Lando frowns looking at her like she's being ridiculous which has been his approach for the majority of the conversation. Only adding salt to the wound.

"I know you're upset but come on, don't-"

"Don't, Lando. It's over. You clearly know you don't want me and I'm not going to stay just in hopes you might one day change your mind." Y/n states shaking her head. "And fuck you for all of it. You're a piece of shit and you deserve to know it."

*present time*

Admittedly at first, Lando kind of embraced his newly single lifestyle and safe to say his body count saw a faster rise than his points in F1. He was shameless and giving himself a reputation that even his friends were beginning to question might've been a quarter-life crisis.

Y/n held nothing back when it came to telling the world what caused the break up. She said she'd wasted 6 years of her life with a person who promised no future or commitment and she wasn't willing to deal with it anymore.

Following that she also embraced being single. She realised that she needed time. Her and Lando had dated since they were 17 and she decided that if she was going to handle her adult life without him then she needed to do it on the right foot.

What changed across the 8 months since their break up was a switch in their attitudes. Y/n was living a good life, did she miss Lando sometimes when she was on her own and not kept busy? Yeah, there was no denying it and she'd meant what she said on that said. She doesn't really want to be with someone else.

Meanwhile, Lando hit the 2 month mark after their relationship and the guilt, regret and a new emptiness hit him. He could only commit himself to work and somewhat being a crazy ex since he shameless watched and liked everything y/n posted.

She never blocked him. Y/n maybe in a petty move wanted him to see what he's missing, see what he lost.

Y/n and the girls are having a bottomless brunch when the idea to go across to street to a wedding dress shop hits them. They're sober enough to not be screaming banshees about it, but they're very eager as they pay the bill and then giggle and jog over to the wedding dress store.

Turns out spending hours trying on wedding dresses and maybe indulging in a bit of champagne from the stylist was pretty fun.

"Oh my god...y/n...you...that's so beautiful." Y/f/n gasps pausing her perusing when she sees y/n come out.

The girls all rush to fuss over her before insisting they have a photoshoot to really capture it.

She ends up positing a few of them on her Instagram, not just her story as an actual post with the caption "wrong answers only".

To say Lando was tagged hundreds if not thousands of times as a result. Many of them telling him how badly he fumbled the bride.

And fucking hell does he know it.

Lando decided to mend his heart by getting drunk and that then led to him unwisely trying to call y/n only to be met with her voicemail. In her defence it's nearly 2am in Monaco so it's nearly 1am and she could definitely be asleep.

"I know you'll probably delete this before even listening. But fuck y/n...I know I don't deserve any opportunity. I know it's my fault. I know I shouldn't even be doing this-calling you, but...letting you go, hurting you and just...completely fucking you over like this. It's fucking...it's all my fault. You just wanted what you deserved from me and I acted like fucking child. I stupid, twatty, selfish child." Lando states then choking a little as he tries not to let his soppier emotions get the better of him. "I love you. I've always loved you and I will always love you. And I'll live with my mistake for the rest of my life."

There's a brief pause as he considers how long this message is before he decides to just be honest about what motivated this.

"You looked beautiful in that dress...I don't know if you've been in a relationship and he's finally given you what I should've given you without having to be poked and pushed. But if that's your way of announcing you found someone else...then I-I know you've found someone who treats you and gives you the life I wish I was smart enough to give you when I had the chance...I'd do it right if I ever got the chance again...but I know you rightly won't give me that because...you deserve better and I absolutely know you know that now more than ever."

Y/n sighs listening to the message back, face tucked into her arm. She can tell he's drunk, she can tell he's speaking without filter, it's all just raw, unthought words that he's not putting effort in at all.

Wisely for her own good, she chooses not to call him back. Not to even acknowledge him for having called her at all.

What she doesn't expect is the next few weeks to be filled with drunk voicemails from Lando. Whether he knows she's listening or not is hard to tell. But she does.

The only thing is, she's just not responding because by this point, she doesn't even know what to say.

It's a few days after the more recent voicemail that she ends up running into Max.

"Y/n, hey. How you been?" Max asks with a smile as they greet each other with a hug.

"Good, yeah. How about you?" Y/n smiles while crossing her arms over to hug herself a little.

"As good as always. You look like you're doing great, I'm always seeing you travelling and-"

"Max, I need a favour." Y/n cuts in since she knows Max well enough that this conversation is going to be used productively. "I'm worried about Lando...I think you or someone needs to talk to him."

"Why-Why's that?" Max frowns clearly confused about what y/n might be worried about with the McLaren driver.

"He's been calling me and leaving drunk messages and while I'm sure they're working exactly how he's secretly hoping. I'm just worried with how much he's drinking, and that he just needs someone."

Max looks at her as she manages a shaky smile and rubs her hands together a little.

"I know I don't want to sway how you feel, but he does know how badly he fucked up with you and he's been...obsessively regretting what he did and what he said-"

"Max, he's told me all this. Several times...He's not criminal for what he did...In a lot of ways I shouldn't have pushed him, if he said he wasn't ready but what hurt was that he said he didn't know if he'd ever want to marry me and...can you imagine if Pietra said that to you when you brought up that you were wanting to marry her?" Y/n sighs then wrinkling her nose as she feels a wash of her emotions.

"I'll speak to him about it." Max states with a thick swallow. "It was good seeing you, y/n...also...are you getting married?"

"No. God no. That was a girls bottomless brunch gone rogue." Y/n laughs even just thinking about the memory and how fun it was. "It did make me realise that getting married one day is going to be so much fun...mind unchanged in that degree."

"That's good." Max nods with a smile.

"I should go, but hopefully it won't be so long between now and the next time I see you." Y/n smiles lightly before she exchanges another hug with the man before moving away from him.

Max did speak to Lando, he let his friend know that y/n was getting all the voicemails and clearly listening to them. It wasn't exactly nice to hear he was making her worry for him but it really makes sense because he knows how pathetic he must sound.

He's surprised she didn't ask Max to pass on the message for him to stop.

"I need to find a way to get her back." Lando states making Max sigh.

"Well you've got the grovelling part down...mate...why didn't you jump at the chance to marry her when she was telling you that's what she wanted?" Max questions, asking the one question everyone has been too worried to ask but if he's going to help. Then he's going to need to know why Lando refused to get married.

"I don't even know." Lando shrugs then earning a head shake.

"That's not good enough mate. You can't fix something if the reason for it is "I don't know". There has to be another reason." Max frowns since he really wants to help his friend fix this.

"I was scared...after marriage comes kids...and getting old and suddenly years are gone in the blink of an eye...I just wanted to extend each part for as long as possible. I never thought I'd lose her and I said things I didn't mean." Lando states then groaning and rubbing his hands over face. "God, it's just a fucking mess."

"It is. But if there's one person who is going to help fix it. Then it's me because honestly it was a little embarrassing having her tell me that you are calling her drunk and saying do knows what for god knows how long on her voicemails."

"Great." Lando grumbles making Max smile and pat his back.

"Now we just need a plan." Max states earning a small sigh from Lando. "I'll help you however I can mate."

It had taken nearly a month to plan everything out, taking longer because of F1. But they got there eventually and it required recruiting y/n's family and friends who were surprisingly co-operative after speaking directly to Lando and while they did require some convincing that Lando had genuine intentions, they quickly realises just how genuine they were.

"What are you-guys I can't see, stripping off and making me change into another outfit wild blindfolded is cruel." Y/n gasps as her friends slightly roughly undress her and move around. "You're stressing me out."

"Sorry, girlie. We're running a little bit behind schedule." Y/f/n states while the girls all exchange a look.

They're nervous because if this backfires it's not just Lando in trouble, it's them, it's her family, it's Lando's friends. The fear isn't that she's just upset, it's that she's hurt.

"Ow ow ow. The zip is pinching me!" Y/n gasps jumping away. "Guys, please let me take off the blindfold, you've injured me like 5 times."

"Sorry, we made a promise. You're lucky we talked them out of knocking you out for compliance."

"Amazing, would you like to maybe phrase that in a way that makes it feel less like you're selling me into human trade?" Y/n grumbles making the girls laugh but it doesn't exactly bring any comfort.

Eventually they get her moved into the car and drive her to the venue that Lando's rented out for the night. Getting her there they manage to get her up to the floor he instructed them to and actually seeing the scene they're all in tears as they stand her up.

"Guys, I'm freezing my tits off here, where the hell are we?" Y/n questions ruining the moment but the silence was jarring.

The girls all look at Lando who nods that he's ready.

"Ok count to 10, y/n and then take off the blindfold." Y/f/n instructs making y/n visibly frown from underneath the material but she mumbles an ok.

Y/n mouths the count down, just enough under her breath that they can hear. The girls rushing off the roof top since Lando insisted he didn't want an audience for her to feel pressure, if she doesn't want this then he won't force her. But all he can feel is his heart thump to an unbelievable speed.

It's make or break. He's either done everything right or she's going to push him off the roof for how wrong he's gone.

She mutters a "one" before reaching up, hesitating for a moment before she seems to pull it off.

Safe to say she's stunned by the sight of Lando, fully suited formally and she looks down somewhat relieved it is not a white dress and she hasn't just been thrown into an impromptu wedding. No it's actually a gentle pale sage green.

"Lando?" Y/n mumbles making him smile a little shakily.

"Y/n, 10 months ago...I lied to your face and I made the biggest mistake and at first I thought I'd done us both a favour. But all I did was ruin my own life and the future you were promising me is better than any future I could have a choice of." Lando states while she watchings blinking as he reaches and takes her hand. "I'm sorry that I hurt you, I'm sorry that I'm probably putting you in an impossible situation and if you need time to think or consider or you want to reject me right now. I understand. I should've told you that I was against the idea of marriage, not because I didn't know if I wanted to marry you, but because I was scared. I don't want life to go too fast, I want the longest life with you, I wanted you as my girlfriend, I wanted you as my fiancé after that for...longer than you would've wanted and I wanted you as my wife eventually...just not in any rush to skip the steps. I was scared of what came after marriage, usually kids...but I just wanted it to be the two of us for a bit longer before I have to share you with anyone-and I should've just said that, I should've told you that, I was an muppet for not. But..."

Y/n doesn't realise she'd been holding her breath before her lips part in shock as he gets down on one knee, pulling a ring box from his body, and opens it while she watches still silent.

"...if you will do me the honour of having the opportunity to marry you, and spending the rest of my life properly appreciating you and proving to you every day that I might've fucked up, but I know how much I lost for 10 months and I'd very much love to show you how much you deserve to be loved. This time I won't ever let you go again...unless you don't want that and I understand that." Lando smiles shakily as he presents the dream engagement ring that she's only dreamt of.

There's a long silence.

Y/n's voice caught in her throat and the longer she goes without speaking the more he begins to feel the chances of this going how he hopes decrease and decrease.

"Yes." Y/n finally forces out, managing to find the one word before she clears her throat. "Yes. But...if you fuck up-"

"I'll never ask anything of you again...and this is the last thing I'm asking of you, because I promise. All I want and need is just you in my life for as long as I'm alive." Lando confirms making her nod.

He removes the ring from the box and sighs placing it on her finger proving her got the perfect size.

"So how long did this take to put together?" Y/n laughs wiping at some tears.

"About a month...would've been less but I had to keep putting things on pause for the races." Lando admits while smiling as he looks at her hand then sliding his other hand around her waist and pulling her closer and into a kiss that she's more than accepting of. "You have no idea how good it feels to touch you again."

Y/n hums smiling at him before sighing softly.

"Where did the girls go?"

"I didn't want you to feel any pressure so I asked if I could just do this all with us...there's is some cameras because...I wanted to capture the moment whether as a memory to cherish or a life lesson to torture myself with." Lando smiles making her laugh and kiss him again. "We can go get them though."

"I'm surprised you talked them into it."

"It took some effort but Max helped a lot. Thankfully." Lando sighs then nodding. "But I think everyone deserves the credit for making this happen."

"Is that them getting their demand for being credited in the vows in there early?" Y/n jokes then sighing. "For the record, I kind of want you to myself for a bit longer too...kids isn't on the cards for a good few years...there's no rush and honestly, I don't know if you've noticed by like to communicate my thoughts. So you'll know when I've decided I want to even just consider it and it's called two way communication. You talk about it."

"I know. I'll do better. I promise." Lando smiles leaning over to her and kissing her softly.

"Well let's go tell them the good news...since I assume more people who were involved in arranging this are here too and I'm sure they're all wondering what's taking so long to find out the answer." Y/n grins then sighing as she links their hands making Lando raise it, kissing the ring on her hand and then following with a kiss on the back of her hand too.

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cocolovey · 8 hours ago

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forza ferrari

pairing: lando norris x reader

summary: in which you decide to get back at lando by wearing a ferrari hoodie

warnings: none! lando being a drama queen?

a/n: this was requested on my wattpad!

you weren’t exactly proud of the ferrari hoodie. but you also weren’t not proud of it. after the fight with lando last night — the stupid, too-loud, too-late fight that ended with both of you turning your backs in bed like teenagers — you needed a little petty revenge.

so. you pulled out the ferrari hoodie he once told you he “didn’t trust” when you bought it as a joke, and you wore it. to the race. in public. where he could see it.

it was childish. dramatic. possibly career-ending.

perfect.

you weren’t even in the paddock for five minutes before you saw him — and he saw you.

lando froze mid-conversation with a poor, innocent engineer, his eyes locking onto the red like it physically pained him. his hand dropped, his jaw followed. and then—

“what the f—” he started walking. fast.

you smiled. sweet. innocent. sipped your iced coffee.

“you’re wearing that?” he said when he reached you, already reaching for the hoodie drawstrings like he might tear it off your body himself.

“good morning to you too,” you said.

lando blinked, his voice a whisper-shriek. “you wore a ferrari hoodie? here? to my race? are you—are you actually trying to kill me?”

“what, this?” you looked down, feigning surprise. “it was the only thing clean.”

“you own eleven of my hoodies.”

“yeah, but none of yours say ‘drives for a competent team’ on the front.”

he physically staggered.

“that’s it,” he said, dramatically, “we’re done. over. this is a betrayal. you’ll be hearing from my lawyers.”

you snorted. “you don’t have a lawyer.”

“well i do now. and they’ll be filing a lawsuit for emotional damage.”

“how about you just admit you were wrong last night?”

lando groaned, dragging a hand through his hair. “i was wrong, okay? i was a dick. and now my punishment is this.” he gestured at your hoodie like it had personally offended his ancestors.

“and what do we learn from this?” you asked, raising an eyebrow.

he sighed, head tipping back like the heavens might give him strength. “never go to bed mad at someone who owns other teams’ merch.”

“very good,” you nodded.

he stepped closer, eyes softening, fingers tugging gently at the sleeves of the hoodie now. “can you… take it off? please? before someone takes a picture and i get disowned by the team?”

you smirked. “maybe. if you win today.”

lando groaned. “you drive a hard bargain.”

“well,” you said, leaning in to kiss his cheek, “don’t crash and we’ll talk.”

bonus

he didn’t win. but he did nearly rip the hoodie off you backstage and stuff you into his own papaya one instead.

“you’re mine again,” he muttered, zipping it up dramatically like a rom-com character. “peace has been restored.”

“you’re so dramatic,” you said, smiling into his chest.

“and you’re the worst,” he whispered, kissing the top of your head. “never do that to me again.”

you didn’t make any promises.

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cocolovey · 10 hours ago

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You're Dating Him?! - LN4

masterlist - request

pairing: lando norris x leclerc!fem!reader

summary: lando's been soft launching, but when someone spots the youngest leclerc out with him in Italy, her brothers don't react as they'd hoped

w/c & a/n: smau | I need smau fic ideas, chat gpt is not helping 😭

lando

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lando nice and needed vacation ☀️

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user1 IS THAT A G-GIRL ⁉️⁉️

carlossainz55 aye you bastard answer my messages 😑 ♥︎ by author

charles_leclerc looks like little lando norris is all grown up 🥺

maxfewtrell oh he's all grown up all right 😏

lando maxfewtrell you keep your mouth SHUT

charles_leclerc maxfewtrell ????

user2 damn we got lando soft launching before gta 6

user3 she looks oddly familiar but I can't think of how

maxfewtrell 😶

user3 maxfewtrell TELL US WHAT YOU KNOW

maxfewtrell user3 🤐

user3 maxfewtrell you BITCH

oscarpiastri looking tan mate 👍 ♥︎ by author

user4 do we think oscar knows who she is

maxverstappen1 why was I not informed about this

lando because you have connections 😄

maxverstappen1 lando so you're assuming I'd tell others ??

lando maxverstappen1 don't play the victim we all know you love to gossip 🙄

user4 lando says max v has connections to her 🤔 does that mean she's part of the f1 world ♥︎ by author

user5 YOU'RE ONTO SOMETHING

user6 LANDO LIKING ?????

user7 maybe she's a sister of one of the drivers??

user8 no way that would ever happen lmao

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lando they do say Italy is the country of love 🫶

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user9 soldiers we've lost him 🫡

carlossainz55 🫡😢 ♥︎ by author

user10 carlossainz55 LMAOAOAO its okay carlando lives on forever

oscarpiastri don't do anything I wouldn't do kids 👍

lando I'm literally older than you 🤓 and she's your age...

user11 NEW INFORMATION UNLOCKED ‼️ mystery girl is brunette, 23, knows f1

user12 that unfortunately doesn't really help much

user11 user12 yet...

danielricciardo since when did you take good pictures 🤨 ♥︎ by author

lando she taught me 🤭

user13 THAT SHOULD BE ME HOLDING YOUR HAND 💔

alexandrasaintmleux gorgeous girl ♥︎ by author

maxverstappen1 I recognize that back...

lando SHUT UPPPP

lando maxverstappen1 wait wdym you recognize her back 😾

charles_leclerc hey my sister went to Italy recently too lmao imagine if you ran into her

lando heh that would be pretty funny 😅

maxfewtrell lando can you be anymore obvious mate

yourusername I cant charles is so oblivious 😭

lando

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lando 🌊🛥️ maxfewtrell

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maxverstappen1 interesting...

oscarpiastri stay hydrated folks 👍

lando yes dad 👍

charles_leclerc looking clean 🔥 ♥︎ by author

arthur_leclerc cute couple 🤝 ♥︎ by author

lando I hope you'll still think that when you realizewho she is

maxfewtrell 🤪

arthur_leclerc maxfewtrell 🤔

carlossainz55 you two better be keeping it PG 👀😏

lando more like MA

charles_leclerc lando be safe use protection ☝️

maxfewtrell charles_leclerc ☠️

charles_leclerc maxfewtrell ?????

alexandrasaintmleux tell her I said hi 🎀 ♥︎ by author

charles_leclerc you know who she is??

alexandrasaintmleux charles_leclerc hehe....

user14 I HAVE A SUSPICION ON WHO IT IS BUT Y'ALL WILL CALL ME CRAZY

user15 SPILL

user14 user15 I THINK SHE'S yourusername

user14 hear me out: she's oscars age (who are both 23), she's brunette (like charles lorenzo and arthur), charles told us that his sister recently went to Italy on lando's post of pics from there, she liked this post, AND alexandra (charles' gf) commented on this and the last post

user16 user14 WAITTTTTT I THINK YOU'RE RIGHT

yourusername

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yourusername cat's out of the bag I guess 🤗 this is my cutesy boyfriend lando ��

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user17 WHATATATATAAT YOU'RE WHO LANDO HAS BEEN SOFT LAUNCHING ⁉️

maxverstappen1 I KNEW IT ♥︎ by author

user7 I CALLED IT BRO I SAID A DRIVERS SISTER AND YALL DOUBTED

user8 IM SORRY 😣

oscarpiastri finally!! congrats 👍 ♥︎ by author

maxfewtrell NOOOO I WAS HAVING FUN TROLLING

yourusername yeah we know 😄

user18 how did lando pull a leclerc

lando excuse me???

user19 lando she's literally an angel and then you're.... lando

yourusername user19 that's exactly why I love him :)

lando yourusername I love you too baby 🥺 ♥︎ by author

charles_leclerc what the FUCK.

charles_leclerc I'LL KILL HIM

charles_leclerc WHAT THE FUCK WHY ARE YOU HUGGING THAT THING

lando "THAT THING" ⁉️⁉️

charles_leclerc lando fuck off je ne te parlais pas

lando charles_leclerc I don't understand french 😢

yourusername lando maybe it's for the better my love 🥰

charles_leclerc yourusername "MY LOVE"???? UNBLOCK ME AND ANSWER MY CALLS

alexandrasaintmleux yourusername don't unblock him he's got steam coming out of his ears... and arthur also showed up

maxfewtrell 😎🍿 ♥︎ by author

lando glad you're enjoying this while I'm fearing for my life

charles_leclerc WHO THE FUCK DOES HE THINK HE IS TOUCHING MY BABY SISTER????

arthur_leclerc WHY IS HIS MOUTH ON YOURS IN THAT TWEET

charles_leclerc POURQUOI TU SORS AVEC LUI?? JE VAIS LE POUSSER DANS LES BARRIÈRES SUR LA VOIE, ATTENDS JUSTE

charles_leclerc lando YOU SAID YOU WERE KEEPING IT MA ON THIS VACATION

arthur_leclerc don't worry bro I'm sharpening my axe 🥰

lando arthur_leclerc AXE?!?!!? WHY DO YOU HAVE AN AXE??

maxverstappen1 lando it was nice competing with you

lando ☹️

user20 damn lando I wasn't familiar with your game 😮‍💨

lando everyone being so surprised that she's dating me is quite insulting 😪

leclerc_pascale beautiful ❤️ ♥︎ by author

yourusername I LOVE YOU MAMAN

lando I'm too pretty to die 💔

arthur_leclerc who lied to you??

lando arthur_leclerc your sister I guess ♥︎ by author

lorenzotl lando you're only digging your grave deeper

lorenzotl I'm so happy for you ma petite soeur ❤️ ♥︎ by author

yourusername thank you enzo I love you ❤️

arthur_leclerc lorenzotl YOU'RE OKAY WITH THIS ?????

charles_leclerc does he make you happy.

yourusername yes very happy 🥹

charles_leclerc yourusername is he respectful.

yourusername charles_leclerc he couldn't be more of a gentleman

charles_leclerc yourusername I still don't like this 😡 but... I'll give him a chance

lando charles_leclerc THANK YOU PLEASE DON'T KILL ME I SWEAR I'LL BE THE BEST BROTHER IN LAW

arthur_leclerc lando BROTHER IN LAW?????

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cocolovey · 10 hours ago

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He's My Diva - LN

Summary: Y/n loves her fashion conscious, sassy boyfriend and she always lets him know but she makes sure to always match his energy.

Word count: 1.3k

Lando's marketability is growing by the day and it's no surprise that Monster decided that he would be the driver they put their effort and attention into. Him getting his own flavours and the can being designed around his helmet was just another step in proving his name is gaining recognition.

"So when you were on set for Monster did they let you choose the outfits or did they dress you?" Y/n asks making Lando look at her with narrowed eyes.

"Are you about to make fun of my fashion choices?" Lando questions knowing y/n has a tendency to tease him. "Because you're currently wearing an outfit made up entirely of my clothes."

"No." Y/n giggles before she squeals when he drags her towards him and his hands dig into her ribs tickling her in the process. "Ah stop it you ogre."

"Did you just called me an ogre?" Lando snorts while y/n smiles at him. "Admit you're being mean for no reason."

"I have reason."

"Being born that way is not reason." Lando states while y/n looks at him deadpanned but visibly trying to push back the urge to laugh while Lando smirks a little and drops dead weight on top of her with his mouth perfectly near her ear. "I prefer when you put your mouth to other uses that you're naturally gifted with."

"Perv."

"You caused me to be this way. Before you I was an innocent."

"Liar! You tainted my innocent mind. Not the other way around." Y/n gasps though they both know when they first met she was drunk and she made so many filthy comments Lando actually couldn't find the words to think of what else he could say.

Y/n sprinted away from Lando before he even got out the car to walk in the paddock and while it might be unusual behaviour for someone else.

But he quickly learns why y/n ran ahead and when he sees her tucked in with the crowd of photographer, all of them looking amused by her choice to stand with them with Lando's own camera that might be small but is mighty and she almost distracts them from taking the entrance photos they're always so eager to take of Lando.

Some even don't bother instead capturing y/n among themselves on camera while Lando smiles shaking head.

"Hey, can security remove this one? She doesn't have a pass for photography." Lando exclaims pointing to y/n as she continues to take pictures.

"Hey, fashion police come get this man. He's wearing orange shorts!" Y/n laughs before Lando reaches her and pulls her from the group of men who are in awe of the fact that they're actually witnessing the whole interaction.

Y/n brought out a side to Lando that is pure joy and happiness, a side a lot of the paddock haven't seen from Lando for a long time. It's one of the most refreshing things they've all seen and even the drivers are appreciating the change y/n has brought to Lando because it's just such a positive impact even his bad days don't seem nearly as negative as before.

"They're papaya. Now stop pestering the professionals doing their job." Lando laughs pushing her forward while y/n grins sticking her tongue out at him but walks to the McLaren unit with his hand on the small of her back to make sure she doesn't dive back out just to mess with him.

"They're papaya." Y/n mimics as they walk inside and Lando rolls his eyes at her since the two really take joy out of teasing each other but the orange vs papaya argument is one that y/n will never drop and Lando will always correct her over.

"I'm about to make you wear them for the day?" Lando hums making her grin, biting her lip. "That's what you wanted. Always stealing my clothes."

"I actually just need them because I'm getting chub rub under this dress." Y/n laughs nervously while Lando sighs, not being a stranger to the term. Though before y/n he'd never known what it meant, he has quickly learned that it's a painful thing and she has to take measures to try and avoid it.

"I've got other shorts if you really don't like the papaya-you like the papaya. Ok. You can have them." Lando laughs notices her expression change when he offers other shorts for her to wear.

Lando has to change anyway so he hands his shorts off to her earning kiss of gratitude before she puts on them under he dress and he helps her adjust them till it looks as subtle as possible and like she isn't wearing them.

"Why you looking at me like that?" Y/n questions noticing a certain doting expression on the Brit's face before he yanks her forward with his hand scooping up under her dress so he can run his fingers under the waistband of his shorts on her hips.

"Just love that even when it looks like I'm not there with you, I'm really just out of sight." Lando shrugs with a smirk before snapping the waist band against her, making sure to catch her underwear in the process. "I love you."

"Yeah, I love you too. Though this is a newly possessive side you've been keeping hidden."

"Always there. But maybe I didn't enjoy you being in a crowd of other men."

"Completely unthreatening men that wouldn't stand a chance up against you. You're so cute when you're jealous." Y/n laughs before pecking his lips. "Weirdo."

Lando hums before gently slapping her ass in warning to behave.

"Don't tempt me to do something that will embarrass us both when we step out of here." Lando states while y/n doesn't even bother addressing the fact that it's happened before and no doubt the team would expect it to happen again even if they'd rather it didn't.

"Alright, kids. Lando has to clock in." Jon states walking in completely unbothered by the weight of the sexual tension in the air since he's very much used to interrupting and forcing Lando to get his head down when it comes to y/n being present on race weekends.

"That's alright, I prefer Lily's company over Lando's." Y/n teases walking out the small room while Lando shakes his head.

"You'll pay for that later."

"That's what I'm counting on."

"Keep it in your pants man. You got work to do." Max states appearing at the doorway since he's also attending the race weekend to support his friend and to go over some Quadrant stuff in Lando's spare time.

"You seem to be in a very good mood, should we put that down to a certain guest you have here for the weekend."

"Yeah, my friend Max is here. He's a great support." Lando nods as he does the top 3 quail interview and see's Max laughing in the crowd of McLaren with y/n next to him giving Lando the middle finger.

After his interview he moves over to y/n and kisses her though she initially retracts back quickly to dodge a sweaty kiss only for his hot clammy hands to cup her face and plant a kiss on her lips that she does reciprocate melting into it a little with no actual fight back.

"That's for saying you prefer Lily." Lando states while moving to hug her as the mechanics "oooh" at the two's PDA.

"I thought I paid for that last night-and the night before."

"You did but I decide when the debt's repaid." Lando chuckles then nodding as he moves to actually get his post-qualifying duties wrapped up for the day.

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any chance for a one shot of lando 👀 im like in between the idea of the f1 premiere in new york, like maybe a hard launch there or something idk! anyways love your work so much!

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✦　　　.　　reader and lando have been secretly dating for over a year now, until she gets asked to host the red carpet for the F1 premiere in NY and lando decides to accidently launch their relationship.

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An hour into interviews and greeting everyone who arrived at the premiere, Yn finally saw Lando walking towards her, with a big smile he walked up on the small stage. “Hey baby.” He whispers, making sure no one around them heard, as the microphones weren’t on yet.

She gives him a shy smile back, trying to hide her blushing as Laura Winter, who obviously knew about them, made small talk with Lando.

As they got the cue to start the interview, Laura started speaking “The next driver up on stage, it is Lando Norris.” She announced, as the crowd cheered.

Laura looked over at Yn, as her cue to continue. “So Lando-“ she started as he directly looked into her eyes with a knowing look.

“Hello.” He smiles.

“What was your first reaction when you saw the sport that you know and love turn into massive Hollywood blockbuster?” She asks him, trying to avoid looking at him knowing she’d lose her ability to think straight.

As he answered her question, she couldn’t help herself and admire her boyfriend she hasn’t seen in 2 weeks while just smiling at him. The interview continued, while Lando jokingly flirted with Yn, all she could think about was them alone again.

As they ran out of questions and it was time to say goodbye to Lando and welcome to next driver, he dropped a bom.

“Bye baby.” Lando says, quickly realising what he did and walking out of frame as quick as he could.

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cocolovey · 19 hours ago

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future wife some soft moments with lando that he has been waiting for years

GUYS I LOVE THEM SM OKAY IM SO SOFT FOR THEM

Lando wakes up slowly, sunlight filtering through his curtains. For a moment, he's confused about why he feels so content, then he remembers - you stayed over last night. His girlfriend stayed over. You, YN Russell, his girlfriend of exactly one month, stayed at his place.

He reaches for you, but finds your side of the bed empty though still warm. He's about to panic when he hears soft humming from his kitchen.

He follows the sound and stops dead in his doorway, breath catching in his throat.

You're standing at his coffee maker, wearing nothing but his shirt from yesterday, the hem hitting mid-thigh. Your hair is messy from sleep, early morning sunlight making you glow as you hum quietly to yourself while measuring coffee grounds.

It's such a simple moment, so domestic and ordinary, but it nearly brings him to his knees.

"I've been waiting so long for this," he whispers without meaning to.

You turn, startled, then smile when you see him. "For coffee?"

"For you," he says softly, still staring at you like you might disappear. "For this. For... everything."

Your expression softens. "Lando..."

"Do you know how many times I've imagined this?" he steps closer, voice thick with emotion. "You in my kitchen, in my shirt, making coffee like you belong here? How many times I've dreamed about waking up to you?"

"Baby..."

"I used to joke about it," he continues, reaching for you. "About you being my future wife, about how we'd have mornings like this. But I never really thought..." his voice catches, "I never really believed I'd actually get to have this."

You set down the coffee scoop and wrap your arms around his neck. "Well, you better believe it now. Because I plan on stealing your shirts and making coffee in your kitchen for a very long time."

"Yeah?" his hands settle on your waist, thumbs stroking the soft material of his shirt.

"Yeah," you smile. "Though maybe next time I'll wear the papaya orange shirt, since you love that color so much."

His eyes light up. "Really?"

"No," you laugh. "Never. But your face got all excited for a second there."

"Tease," he pouts, but his hands tighten on your waist. "You know, this isn't very nice behavior from my future wife."

"Still not your wife."

"Yet," he grins, then sobers slightly. "But you will be, right? Someday?"

Your heart melts at the hint of vulnerability in his voice. "Of course I will. Who else would put up with your papaya orange obsession?"

"It's a great color!"

"It's really not," you laugh, then kiss him softly. "But I love you anyway."

He freezes. You freeze too, realizing what you just said.

"I mean..." you start to backtrack, but he cuts you off with a desperate kiss.

"Say it again," he whispers against your lips when you break apart.

"I love you," you say softly. "I think I have for a long time."

His whole face lights up like sunshine. "I love you too. God, I love you so much. I've loved you for so long I don't remember what it feels like not to love you."

You kiss him again, coffee forgotten as he lifts you onto the counter.

"You know what this means?" he murmurs between kisses.

"What?"

"Now you definitely have to let me paint our future house papaya orange."

You pull back to look at him. "That is not what this means."

"But you love me," he grins. "You just said so."

"Not enough for orange walls."

"We'll see," he says confidently. "I can be very persuasive."

"Oh really?"

"Really," he steps between your legs, hands sliding under his shirt on your thighs. "Want me to demonstrate?"

Your breath hitches. "The coffee..."

"Can wait," he finishes, lifting you off the counter. "I have more important things to do."

"Like what?"

"Like showing my future wife exactly how persuasive I can be."

"Still not your wife," you remind him, but you're already wrapping your legs around his waist as he carries you back to bed.

"Yet," he grins against your neck. "Yet."

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cocolovey · 19 hours ago

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i love them

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pairing: lando norris x reader

summary: bts of lando and his model!gf

warnings: swearing, a teensy bit suggestive

a/n: this is the lando version of the model fic

a/n2: i had no motivation for this so this honestly sucks 😭 😭

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you feel him before you hear him — warm breath on your shoulder, the slow drag of his fingers tracing nothing in particular on your waist. outside, the monaco sun is spilling through the windows like honey, but you’re not ready for the day yet. apparently, neither is he.

“don’t go,” lando mumbles, voice hoarse with sleep, lips brushing against your skin. “not yet.”

you let out a quiet laugh, shifting slightly under the weight of his arm. he just tightens his hold.

“baby, i have to be in hair and makeup in—”

“shhh,” he says, so softly it’s more air than sound. “they can wait. i can’t.”

you turn your head, just enough to catch a glimpse of him. his curls are a mess, his eyes still half-closed, but there’s something ridiculously sweet about the way he’s looking at you. like you’re the only thing that makes sense this early in the morning.

“lando…”

“please,” he breathes, pressing a slow, lazy kiss to your shoulder. “just five more minutes. i’ll set a timer.”

you roll onto your side, face to face now, and he grins like he’s already won. you can feel the heat of him, bare skin against yours beneath the sheets, his thumb now brushing the dip of your hip like he’s memorizing it.

“you’re clingy in the mornings,” you whisper.

“i’m clingy all the time,” he shrugs. “you’re just too busy to notice.”

you laugh softly, your fingers slipping into his curls. he leans into your touch like he’s been waiting for it all night.

“fine,” you murmur, nose brushing his. “five more minutes.”

“liar,” he whispers, smiling against your lips. “you’ll stay longer.”

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the uber was quiet, the soft hum of the city slipping past the windows. your dress shimmered faintly every time the car passed under a streetlight. lando sat beside you, already half turned toward you, practically vibrating.

he hadn’t said anything for the past minute. just kept looking at you.

you sighed, smiling. “what.”

his voice was quiet. “you’re not real.”

you turned your head, trying to stay focused. “stop it.”

“no, seriously,” he said, sliding his hand onto your thigh like it belonged there. “you got in the car and i forgot how to be a person.”

you leaned away just a little as he tilted toward you. “lando. makeup.”

“i’ll be careful.”

“you won’t be.”

he grinned, shameless. “you can’t prove that.”

you dodged again when he leaned in for a kiss. this time he actually whined. “babyyy”

you laughed, low and breathy. “i spent forty-five minutes on this face. don’t make me regret it.”

he flopped dramatically back against the seat, hand over his chest. “you’re cruel. i just want to kiss you one time. a little one. corner of the mouth. zero lip smudge, i swear.”

you turned your head and raised an eyebrow. “you have the worst aim.”

he gasped. “untrue. i am an elite motorsport athlete. my aim is literally my job.”

you rolled your eyes, fighting a smile, and reached over to take his hand instead. he relaxed instantly, his thumb brushing lazy circles over your fingers.

after a moment, quieter this time, he said, “you really do look insane. like… i don’t have words. you walked out of the hotel room and i actually had to sit down for a second.”

you glanced at him. his hair was slightly messy from the wind, tie loosened just the way he liked it. his eyes were soft. no teasing now. just full, heart-eyed affection.

“thank you,” you murmured.

he squeezed your hand. “i’m so screwed.”

you laughed again, softly, just as the car pulled up outside the venue. lando was out first, jogging around the car like he was on a mission, pulling the door open for you with that slightly-boyish, proud look on his face.

you stepped out and he let out the smallest sound — somewhere between a sigh and a gasp.

“see,” he said under his breath, slipping his arm around your waist as flashes went off nearby. “you are trying to kill me.”

you leaned into him slightly. “still no kisses.”

“but i opened the door for you.”

“and i appreciate it.”

he grinned, leaned in again like he couldn’t help it. this time he brushed his lips just barely over your temple. safe. delicate. reverent.

“i’m gonna be so annoying tonight,” he whispered. “you have no idea.”

“i already do.”

his smile turned into a smirk. “you love it.”

and god, you really, really did.

the ballroom is glowing — golden light, the soft murmur of voices, champagne bubbling in tall glasses. you're not even all the way in before lando's hand finds yours again, fingers laced like he needs the contact.

and then, once you're standing by your table, he’s behind you. arms slipping around your waist. chin resting lightly on your shoulder.

you laugh under your breath. “clingy tonight?”

he hums. “yeah. can’t help it. you look like this and expect me to act normal?”

you reach up to touch his hand where it rests against your stomach, his grip warm and a little too tight to be casual.

“you’re being obvious,” you murmur.

“good,” he says, lips brushing the shell of your ear. “i want everyone to know you’re mine.”

your breath catches. and just like that, your heartbeat stutters.

he leans in closer, so only you can hear. “you’re not even trying and i can’t take my eyes off you.”

you tilt your head slightly, pretending to watch the stage as a host starts speaking — but his voice is low and dangerous and soft behind you.

“you smell so good. your skin’s warm. your back’s bare. and you keep brushing your hips against me like you don’t know what you’re doing.”

“lando,” you warn quietly, barely moving your lips.

he just smiles against your cheek. “you look so pretty when you pretend you’re not blushing.”

you turn your head slightly, enough to bump his nose. “you said you’d behave.”

“i lied.”

you try not to smile but it’s useless. his hand slides down a little — not inappropriate, just enough to make you feel it.

then, quieter, sweeter: “i love seeing you like this,” he says. “in your element. confident. glowing. happy. it’s making me fall for you all over again.”

you pause, still facing forward, but your fingers squeeze his where they’re resting just beneath your ribs.

he presses a slow kiss to your shoulder. “i’ll shut up now.”

you don’t want him to.

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cocolovey · 20 hours ago

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He's Back - LN

Summary: Lando gets on stream again and fans are getting little peeks into his relationship.

Soft loverboy!Lando

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"Yeah, but boys we have to keep it down." Lando warns since he knows y/n is asleep in their bedroom after a late night last night. "I'm not getting put in the dog house for this."

The boys assure him that they'll be on their best and most quiet behaviour. He does set up and get the whole thing set up before shuffling into the bedroom and checking on y/n who is tucked up looking very very cosy.

He smiles leaning over, caging her between his arms before he presses a kiss on her cheek watching her stir slightly but she doesn't rise from her sleep.

After making sure the door is closed properly he moves through to his sim/game room and sits down getting into it.

Maybe a little unsurprisingly y/n does eventually rise and she is adorned in stolen clothes from Lando, appearing in the background before she moves to slide her arms down around Lando's neck.

"Hello beautiful, did we wake you up?" Lando asks making the others look awaiting the answer.

"No. I just woke up." Y/n mumbles making him laugh a little as she presses a kiss to the side of his head through his hair then squeezing her arms around him.

"You can go back to sleep if you want, baby. We'll keep it down."

"No. It's ok. I think your fans are happy you're back on here. Finally." Y/n smiles then leaning in and giving a wave to the stream feed. "Alright, I'm going to shower and get ready. Might go out while you guys are busy in here."

"Yeah? My wallet is on the bedside table." Lando states before laughing when she looks at him for a moment before she closes the space and pecks his lips, never allowing for a prolonged kiss.

"Thank you." Y/n grins while the chat goes completely insane. "I'll come say bye a before I go out.”

Lando nods watching her walk out and not returning his attention to the screens till she’s completely out of sight.

About 30 minutes later y/n reappears and the other boys are cheering her and hyping her up while Lando turns again giving her his full attention with the biggest grin on his face.

“When did you get this?” He questions looking at her fondly.

“You very kindly bought it for me. Doesn’t it look good?” Y/n smiles giving him a twirl, just caught in the corner of his camera while he smiles brightly at her.

“You look beautiful baby. Where are you going?” Lando asks as he gently catches her hand and pulls her towards him. “Show the stream, give them a look I know they’re gonna be mad if I don’t tell you to.”

Y/n gets a little flustered over the flush but she does as asked as he backs away and gives a better view to the camera as y/n steps forward giving a look at the short crocheted yellow dress.

“Also I stole this cap from Lando’s pile that he’s never gonna wear because he doesn’t think it suits him.” Y/n smiles showing a green Ralph Lauren cap. “I’m going to lunch with Lily, Lily, Rebecca and Alex so I gotta actually put effort in because they always look so good without putting the effort in.”

“Hey, you always look good. Don’t talk like that.” Lando scolds lightly making her look at him before she smiles and leans over kissing him. “I love you. Have fun. Text me if you need picked up or just take one of the cars if you want-“

“I love you too. Carlos is picking me up and giving me a ride with Rebecca.”

“Ok, text me when you’re there and let me know when you’re on your way back.” They both know he’ll be checking her location just for his own peace of mind. She's almost out the room when he stops. "Did you pick up my wallet?"

"Yes. I picked it up. Thank you." Y/n smiles knowing Lando will check to make sure she at least paid for something while she's out.

He likes taking care of her, obviously for him money is no object and he knows that y/n doesn't have the ample funds that he has. But even if she did, he'd want to take care of it from his bank account rather than her dare to spend a penny of her own.

Lando again waits till y/n is out sight before returning to his monitor and leaning towards her mic.

"Guys if any of you agree that she looks gorgeous. Go like flood her instagram with comments about how pretty she looks right now-she'll probably post a little photoshoot with the girls because she always does but just go floor her comments with love. She really deserves it."

That's all it takes for a good chunk of viewers to do as they're told and while y/n is out at lunch, she has no idea about the comment sections just being overwhelmed with compliments and love for her. She is the type of person who completely leaves her phone untouched to give people full attention.

But when she arrives home and finds Lando and the boys still gaming and streaming, she finally checks her phone while handing out some food she got for them all knowing they'd have lost track of time and forgetting to eat. Especially Lando.

"Thank you baby." Lando smiles while y/n hums running her hand through his curls, pushing them back from his eyes as he looks at her with a gleaming expression.

"Did you tell the chat to comment like a million different compliments on my instagram? Because my instagram is almost glitching from it." Y/n states earning a grin. "You're such a loverboy."

"For you, I am." Lando confirms earning teasing cheers from the rest of the boys. "Shut up, just because you're all single."

"Be nice." Y/n laughs before she moves over and kisses him. "I love you."

"I love you too."

"Good. Now eat. I'm going to start binge-watching some netflix...I think there's a few new things I can find. Let me know when you're done in here."

"We won't be too long."

"Don't rush. I can entertain myself." Y/n assures him before pecking his lips once more. "Or I'll come bug you until you stop if I change my mind."

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cocolovey · 23 hours ago

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A Win I Don't Want - LN

Request from @mixedribbons - its basically the while hungarian gp drama, and reader wins. but she feels extremely ashamed and thinks that Lando hates her. so she refuses to go on the Podium and Just leaves. - I would need to alter this bc I'm pretty sure if a driver didn't go to the podium it can mean big trouble for the driver. Hence why we saw Vettel be talked into the Canadian podium in 2019 (I feel like they could be massively fined or disqualified from the race entirely)

Sidenote: there was actually a brief point I teared up writing this.

No part 2 requests please

Y/n and Lando as a teammates took the world by storm and they love each other. Literally.

As much as it comes with a risk and they've had points of tension that has required an hour of two to cool off. But nothing has ever made them feel uncomfortable with each other for so long that it's got in the way of their relationship.

Or at least nothing had going into this weekend.

"I feel a little gross." Y/n yawns while Lando smirks pulling up to the car space. "I'm not a fan of coming straight to the track from the airport."

"I'm beginning to notice that." Lando laughs before they both start to get out the car. "But you also prefer staying in Monaco for as long as possible rather than coming out to the hotel a day early."

"Yeah, my first world problems are really rising to the surface today." Y/n hums earning a laugh from her boyfriend.

By Zak's own admittance they took a very big risk taking on y/n into the team when she was already in a relationship with Lando. But she's also a massive talent and letting her slip through would've been a massive error. So here she is in the McLaren lineup.

"Looking good, y/n." Carlos comments since he likes to wind Lando up at any opportunity using y/n.

"As always, Chilli." Y/n grins winking at him then laughing when Lando pinches at her ribs for always flirting with Carlos just to wind Lando up. They basically team up against him purely for entertainment. "Stop getting jealous, grumpy boy."

"Grumpy boy." Lando mocks jokingly while she sticks her tongue out at him.

Friday sees y/n perked up despite Lando deciding to "bless" the hotel room they've got for the weekend and that leaving her refusing to walk into the paddock so he carried her.

Then Saturday she was just feeling good in the car while Lando still felt like he didn't quite have it under him. So going into qualifying, they're both feeling different.

But the two are professionals and like most other teammates, they haven't actually interacted much since this morning, focusing with their own sides of the garage and just sort of getting on with making sure they're each in the best position for qualifying and the race.

Y/n gets out ahead of Lando going out on track.

"And there is the lovers on the grid. Y/n and Lando coming out. Now...this weekend y/n seems to have had the car under her with a little more easy compared to Lando." Crofty comments over the broadcast.

"Yeah, Lando has these weekends. But we know he's ahead of y/n by quite a bit. Y/n is obviously waiting on her first win. She's had a bit of bad luck and there's been a couple mistakes, a couple times she's been a victim. She takes each time on the chin, she maybe has the same habit as Lando of being a little too harsh on herself." Martin states with a sigh. "But she has been improving and she does look strong."

Y/n finishes Q1 as the fastest while Lando is down in P9 but in his defence it's 0.4 of a second between them and y/n got a bit of a tow from Max.

Going out into Q2 Lando gets himself out first, and the two get themselves around on opposite ends of the track as they go around.

"Lando P1, he found some pace-and I don't think...he got any tow." Martin comments while Crofty hums.

"Y/n is on another flyer." Crofty states making Martin look and find all her sectors are indeed purple.

"Let's make sure she gets around the last corner on track."

They watch her fly over the line with 0.9 up on the grid as the chequered flag flies.

"What on earth? She's...that is incredible. That is a lap of legends." Martin states as the camera remains on y/n during her in lap.

"Now she just needs to replicate it for Q3."

"I actually think she might struggle. That was the perfect lap pieced together. It's rare for that to happen."

"Radio."

"That was a monster, lap y/n. Monster lap." Her race engineer, Tobias states almost yelling into her ear. "P1 with a 0.9 on Lando in P2."

"Oh my gosh, holy shit." Y/n laughs before sighing. "Too bad it's not Q3...too late to pray for a Brazil 2023 storm to hit in the next 30 seconds?"

"I think I would be praying for that too. But regardless she should be very proud of that lap." Martin states still actually in a bit of awe. "Lando had a very good lap, but that was incredible to watch really. I wish we got a replay of that whole lap or had been watching her the whole time just to see how clean she must've been-on the limit obviously."

Y/n sits in the garage as everyone else does waiting for the clock to TikTok.

But once she's back out on track she is on used tyres and gets herself out behind Lando again before starting another lap where she's not holding anything back.

Tobias didn't really have much for her to improve on for her lap so he sort of just left it to her and she almost matches her fastest Q2 lap only 0.012 seconds off, which almost makes no sense till Lando puts in a lap that is only 0.054 seconds off of her lap on his used tyres. Seemingly to achieve a tidier lap.

Then they pit and get put on the fresh softs.

"And we are following y/n on her last lap. She is really on top of this." Martin states as they watch her finish the first sector going purple.

Y/n is gliding through each sector as if this track was built for her. But of course, something are too good to be true.

"She's-gravel, she's in the gravel on the last corner." Crofty exclaims as the crowd who'd also been watching and expecting a record breaking quali lap but instead she goes off in the gravel, manging not to beach herself but the lap is destroyed and the flag is out.

The onboard shows her hitting the wheel clearly in a rage.

"Lando is up on her first lap. But everyone else seems to be struggling to improve." Crofty states as Martin puffs out a breath.

"Sorry, I'm just in shock. Maybe it was the need to improve on herself. She'll not be happy after that, especially with-yeah, Lando taking pole and she was up marginally on his best time there."

Y/n hits the P2 board climbing out before Lando has pull up and moving to get weighed.

"Looks like y/n doesn't really want to talk even to the team."

Y/n lifts her visor just enough to wipe at her eyes. That would've been her first pole and she has to get over it because certain fans and media will give her nothing bit grief for fucking it up. They'll make their opinions of her not belonging in the sport at all very public.

Eventually the team manages to call her over, patting her helmet and trying to reassure her.

Max in P3 gets interviewed first as she finally moves to pull off her helmet and balaclava with Lando moving up to her and hugging her tightly, a gesture she returns.

"You were amazing."

"Not enough." Y/n mutters before she is handed a mic by a producer and moves over to get interviewed by Jenson managing a smile as he does give her a one armed hug.

"Sorry, I feel like you definitely need to be told you were amazing out there. Had so many people on their feet. Y/n, you had the fastest lap of qualifying in that Q2." Jenson states making her laugh a little dryly, forcing the lump in her throat back.

"Yeah, sorry I let everyone waste their energy getting up on their feet. Ehh...Front row is good, McLaren 1-2. I know where I went wrong, it was embarrassing really. A bit pathetic because the car felt good, it was just all on me." Y/n states as Lando winces a little knowing that if people think he's harsh on himself. She is so much worse.

Her eyes are glossing and Jenson thankfully does her the favour of letting her go and Lando steps up.

Max tries to comfort y/n and stand in front of her to block her from the cameras as she tries to face away from them and catch tears before they fall.

"You know it took me till after Charles got a pole to get my first one." Max states making her look at him. "I fucked up my share."

"Were you annoyed with yourself?" Y/n whispers making Max sigh a little and nod.

Both are called over to take the top 3 picture with Lando looking at y/n with a sad expression but she can't even bring herself to look at anything other than the ground before smiling for the picture then stepping away with Max as Lando gets handed the pole tyre, signing the rubber and posing as y/n disappears to do media.

To no one's surprise she rushes media being slightly short and impatient with the reporters before going in for the debrief.

And that's where she sits and stays for 2 hours. Staying while most of the team leaves and Lando waits for her before deciding someone needs to step in and her trainer, Elisa has tried and failed to get her to go to the hotel.

"Baby, you need to rest for the race. Come on, you're not gaining anything by staring at the replays." Lando whispers making her look at him while he smiles sadly. "Time to call it a day."

"Ok. You're right. You're so right." Y/n sighs before standing up and leaving the computer letting Lando guide her out. "I need to grab-"

"El, alright put everything in the car so I could grab you and get us out of here."

Lando wasn't happy for the reason that y/n was clinging onto him so tightly through the night ahead of the race, but he'd be lying if he said that he didn't love the feeling of y/n holding him in such a way.

Y/n managed to shake things off knowing that the race is where points are won and the Sunday meeting in the morning discussing race strategy perks her up. Maybe especially because they're allowed to fight for position.

As usual, they don't actually see much of each other until the driver's parade. Again just getting on with talking to their sides of the garage and doing prep ahead of the race.

Then eventually the driver's parade is up and the two are glued together. Something that fans who do like that, actually adore to see.

Before they know it they've driven the cars up onto the grid, it's the anthem and suddenly they're climbing into their cockpits. Front row lock out and the two are going to be fighting into the first corner.

Lando loves y/n, but that doesn't mean he's willing to let her win. She'd never forgive him for giving her a win especially out of pity. The same would be expected back. But the difference is that y/n has never won. But he’d never expect her to give up a win out of pity.

Y/n sighs as the mechanics move away from the car, leaving her with Tobias radio checking and giving her tyre strategy for the other cars before the formation lap.

"That was exactly on mark for your start. Good job." Tobias states making her feel a little settled. "Remember clean fighting for the first corner."

"Copy." Y/n replies knowing that the first corner is really where Lando is going to be the most vulnerable when it comes to keeping the lead. He can unintentionally slipstream her.

And that's exactly what happens. They get back to the grid and when the last person is there the lights are up one by one before finally going out and she gets the dream start.

In fact she flies ahead of Lando before they even get to the corner and she's around while Max and Lando tussle for P2.

"That's more like it. Y/n knew she could take that lead and she held nothing back there. Late on the brakes and didn't yield into the corner." Crofty states as the watch y/n really taking off.

"Y/n is already out of DRS too, I think we might just be seeing a real key moment in y/n's career."

Y/n keeps building the gap getting 5 seconds up on the rest of the field while Lando is P2 and Max is P3. Then something happens. Lando gets pit stop priority.

"Lando is pitting. Maximum pace."

Why is Lando pitting first?

"I know. Just maximum pace." Tobias states knowing exactly what she's thinking and he doesn't exactly sound thrilled which somewhat helps.

Y/n is pitted 2 laps later and comes out 1.5 seconds ahead of Lando managing to keep him behind her but they're basically on each other, Lando closing enough for DRS but y/n manages to keep him behind.

But suddenly, after another 20 laps. He's gone.

"Is Lando pitting?" Y/n questions almost feeling betrayed by this point.

"He will undercut you, but Lando will swap back positions after your stop."

"Copy."

By the time she pits and gets back out Lando has 4 seconds on her and while she somewhat closes the gap down to 2 seconds in the next couple laps Tobias' reassurance is beginning to sound more like he's speaking the swap into existence.

Y/n obviously can't here the team talking to Lando, but it's not till the second last lap that she finally passes him and there's something that hurts about it.

"And there is y/n y/l/n's first win. She drove like a winner, missed out on pole but that that first corner. Y/n y/l/n is a race winner!"

The commentary doesn't exactly add the sparkle back to the race win and when y/n drives up to the P1. She sits for a moment before seeing the other McLaren move up to P2, her climbing out and jogging to the team who are cheering and applauding her. She can't be upset today.

But she doesn't miss how Lando seems to keep away from her and oppose her every move to stay kept back from her until just before her interview when he gently rubs her back passing her.

They get up to the cool down room and poor Carlos ends up trying to figure out if talking is wise, they do talk but Lando won't even really look at y/n properly. Only flicking his gaze to her when she talks.

The podium is where y/n feels the extent of what happened in the race come to the forefront. She gets her medal and trophy, taking a page out of Kimi Räikkönen's book, she takes a mouthful before moving to spray the team while Lando sprays Carlos and the team member.

"A slightly colder podium between teammates than we might've expected." Crofty admits making Martin hum.

"A little worrying for them since they are much more than teammates to one another."

Y/n gets down carrying her bottle and the trophy which a couple members of the team take while she walks down to see Elisa waiting for her.

"I don't really feel good. Is there anyway to just...get home?"

"We have to see a medic if you want to be excused from media. You're meant to be on a flight back to Monaco with Lando and a couple of the other drivers-"

"I want to go home." Y/n states making Elisa's heart break because this win is meant to be one of the happiest moments of her career and the girl is almost in tears. Elise also knows that home isn't home to her and Lando's apartment, it's to her parents.

"Ok. We'll get you to the medic, check you out." Elisa nods since the last thing she wants to do is shove y/n into front of cameras.

But she'll be damned if she lets y/n leave without Lando at least being aware of the race and most likely his attitude following it has caused.

"I'll grab your stuff from the unit." Elisa states as she leaves y/n with the medic.

Thankfully when she spots Lando, he's waiting for a reporters to free up to talk to.

"I know you're upset, I know the team messed up that race. but I have y/n refusing to do media and lying to the medic so she's excused because she's so upset she wants to go home to her parents."

"Y/n's leaving?"

"I'm grabbing her stuff now."

"I-Can you delay her as long as possible. I'll be quick." Lando states realising that his mood which wasn't y/n's fault but she was collateral damage and he was being selfish. "Please, Elisa."

"I'll try...but she was on the brink of tears, she doesn't want anyone seeing her cry after what was meant to be an amazing moment." Elisa hisses making it obvious that Lando hurt his girlfriend enough with his cold attitude that it's ruined her win. "You owe her big time."

By the time Elisa gets to y/n, the plan to give Lando some time to catch up is basically cut because she's stepping out.

"Wait, Lando wants to speak-"

"Don't-you saw the way he treated me up there...everyone was right."

"Y/n-"

"Please Eliza, don't-don't." Y/n chokes then turning to try and avoid people seeing her tears.

"Ok. Ok. Let's go." Eliza nods looking back hoping that she'll spot Lando but he's nowhere to be seen.

Everyone was right.

Right about how hundreds of headlines, thousands of fans and a good amount of F1 commentators or retired F1 drivers all said that y/n and Lando going head to head would lead to hurt and resentment.

Almost to Elisa's relief, the next commercial flight isn't for 4 hours back home. So y/n has curled herself up in the first class lounge, headphones on and a book she had brought with her to the race weekend.

"El?" Lando whispers spotting her before his girlfriend.

"Hey, she's put herself in the corner." Elisa sighs and without another word Lando moves over to his girlfriend who had otherwise turned off her phone, clearly really wanting to shut out anyone who wanted to congratulate her.

"Baby." Lando whispers sitting down beside her and earning her attention, blood shot eyes immediately landing on him and making her lip quiver. "I'm sorry. Fuck. I am so sorry."

"I didn't want to win like that." Y/n hiccups finding herself dragged towards him.

"It was your win the whole race baby. I wasn't-I fucked up because...I was mad at the team. I'm sorry. I'm really really fucking sorry." Lando states while she wipes at her eyes that already look so sore. "I can't believe I ruined this for you. This is not how you're supposed to feel after a race."

"I thought you hated me."

"No. Baby, I could never hate you. The team just fucked us both and I angry and in the moment I was being a dick, but it was not you." Lando sighs while squeezing her. "Please come home with me. The jet is still waiting."

"I already paid for my ticket." Y/n mumbles making him shrug.

"I'll compensate you. But please baby...I need to make it up to you and I can't do that at your parents house."

"I want a kebab."

"Of course you do." Lando smiles before leaning over and kissing her. "We'll get you the best kebab...we'll fly to it if we have to."

"You still have a lot to make up to me."

"Trust me, the summer break is about to be the best 3 weeks of your life." Lando states feeling a little relieved that y/n isn't just ignoring him.

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For VDay requests: Lando takes her to a nice dinner and she gets mad at him idk maybe he does something without realizing. And then they come back home and shes still pissed but he looks so good after he changes in his comfy clothes so they end up fucking on the couch or something but that's when she tells him why was she mad at him ❤🥀

Happy Valentine's Day guys xx

Torn on Valentine | LN⁴

💌 REQUESTED by anon ──── Thank you for this request, I actually had so much fun with it. Enjoy your reading and happy Valentine’s, my lovelies!!

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🩷summary ──── Lando notices immediately that his girlfriend is angry with him. However, he has no idea why. But whatever the reason might be, he is determined to remind her exactly why she can't stay mad for long. It's Valentine’s Day, after all.

🩷pairing ──── Lando Norris x she/her reader

🩷rating ──── explicit

🩷category ──── F/M

🩷warnings ──── 18+, mature/sexual content, established relationship, descriptive language, swearing, unresolved tension, teasing, jealous!reader, mild dominance, begging, unprotected sex, slight angst-to-smut.

🩷word count ──── 4.4k (4.444 to be exact hehe)

🩷date ──── Feb. 14, 2025

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VALENTINE’S DAY IS ruined.

Lando had gone all out to make sure that won’t happen, starting the morning by waking her up with muffins in bed, the scent of vanilla still lingering in the sheets as he pressed lazy little kisses to her neck.

They spent the day walking around the city, and shopping, wandering through little boutiques where he insisted on buying her anything and everything she had laid her eyes on.

And then, la pièce de résistance: a fancy dinner at an exclusive restaurant, the kind of place with floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the city. A soft melody played from a piano in the corner, setting the perfect atmosphere. The food was great, the wine was good, and every detail screamed romance, from the flickering candle between them to the way Lando’s thumb traced tiny heart shapes on her hand as they talked, his eyes never leaving hers.

All in all, it had been perfect. Until he ruined it.

The moment was burned into her mind, replaying it over and over again, like a broken record. The waiter, a girl who had been a little too friendly with him all night, had leaned in when she refilled his wine at some point, brushing his shoulder with a touch that lingered for too long. And Lando, oblivious as ever, had winked at her.

Winked.

She knew her boyfriend. Knew he was clueless about these things, that his flirty nature wasn’t always intentional. But that didn’t make it sting any less. Because the waiter had noticed. She smirked at him, tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, and acted like his girlfriend wasn’t literally sitting on the other side of the table.

After that, she had gone silent.

The entire ride home, she stared out the window, with her arms crossed and lips pursed, and her knees facing the opposite way from him. Lando figured something was wrong ever since; he glanced at her between shifts, brows furrowing, but he didn’t say anything, probably thinking she was just tired.

Then they got home, and she had barely looked at him as she changed into something more comfortable, still replaying the scene in her head.

Had he done it on purpose? Probably not. But did it matter?

That’s… debatable. It mattered to her.

Deprived by every emotion except irritation, she followed Lando setting up his last surprise of the day — a cozy movie marathon on the couch, complete with fuzzy blankets, sweets and drinks, and a bunch of her favorite Valentine’s-themed movies ready to run.

Now, their apartment is quiet except for the hum of the TV that neither of them is really watching. The tension between them is thick, lingering in the air like a storm that hasn’t broken. Yet.

She breathes heavily, sitting curled up on the opposite side of the couch, legs tucked beneath her, and arms crossed over her chest. Lando, on the other side, is content to let her be.

Until he isn’t.

“Are you gonna tell me what’s wrong, or are we playing the guessing game again?” he finally asks, voice edged with concern. He knows that she needs time to process whatever’s bothering her at the moment, but his patience has limits, too.

She doesn’t look at him, just shrugs as she lies, “Nothing’s wrong.”

Lando puffs out a quiet laugh, shaking his head. “Right. That’s why you’ve been side-eyeing me like I insulted your entire family ever since we got back. It’s annoying, you know? If you have something to say…” his voice trails off, but he feels a wave of anger building inside, so he decides to let go before making it worse.

Her jaw tightens.

She doesn’t want to give in, mostly because she knows that the reason why she’s mad is, well, kind of absurd. But at the same time, she’s frustrated in a way that isn’t just about her boyfriend winking at other girls. The weight of the week has been pressing down on her shoulders, and she needs something — him — but she’s too stubborn to say it. Especially now. Still, her eyes keep flickering down, lingering on the way his sweatpants hang low on his hips, the lazy way he’s sprawled out, legs spread wide.

He catches her looking, fighting a smile as he stretches his arms over the back of the couch. “You wanna sit on it?”

Her head snaps toward him, face heating instantly at his question. “What?”

Lando shrugs, “You keep looking,” he tilts his head, feigning innocence. “Figured I’d save you the trouble of pretending you don’t want to.”

She scoffs, but can’t deny it. She does want to. Desperately. But she’s mad at him. So, she says nothing. Just presses her lips together, turning her attention back to the screen like she isn’t thinking about climbing onto his lap and letting him pull her apart, little by little.

On the TV, the main characters are making out, sending her mind spinning relentlessly, fueling her sudden desire. Apparently, that’s enough for her to decide that she has to put an end to it, finally taking Lando’s advice and speak her mind. But he’s faster. His hands are reaching out for her, almost like they appeared out of nowhere, gripping her waist, effortlessly pulling her onto his lap.

A surprised gasp leaves her lips, but she doesn’t fight him, and doesn’t push him away. If anything, she melts just a little, legs instinctively settling on either side of his hips.

He looks up at her, fingers squeezing at her waist. “That’s better, hm?”

She glares, but there’s no real heat behind it. “I didn’t say you could touch me.”

Lando raises his eyebrows in surprise. “You didn’t say I couldn’t either,” he counters, sliding his hands down to grip her thighs, thumbs brushing tiny, teasing circles on her skin. “And you’re not exactly running away.”

She hates how smug he is. Hates how easily he sees through her act. Hates how good he looks right now.

But then his hands slide further up, fingertips ghosting over the curve of her ass, pressing her down against him just enough for her to feel him through the fabric of his sweats. And the feeling is… intense to say the least, since she’s only wearing an oversized t-shirt and her pajama shorts.

Lando watches her closely, aware of the effect he has on her. “Gonna tell me why you’re mad, or do I have to make you forget?”

She shouldn’t give him the satisfaction. But when he shifts beneath her, dragging her forward so deliciously slow, her resolve crumbles.

Her hands grip his shoulders, nails pressing in. “Shut up.”

“And?”

She closes her eyes, exasperated by his attitude, “Shut up and do something.”

Lando grins at her bluntness, fingers tightening on her hips as he rolls her against him again. “Ask nicely.”

She huffs annoyed, but so needy it aches. “Lando,” she warns in a low voice.

Lando shakes his head. “No, baby. You know how this works,” he reminds her, lips brushing against her neck as his hands keep guide her movements. “Use your words.”

She breathes lightly, head tipping back as the friction sends heat pooling low in her belly. “Please?”

“See, that’s a good start,” he chuckles, nipping at her jaw and dragging his tongue over the sting, “But I know you can do better.”

Her pride wars with her desperation, but it’s a losing battle. She needs more than that, and she knows he won’t give it to her until she breaks.

Next time she speaks, her voice is a whisper, breathy yet sweet, “I need you, please.”

He smirks as he watches her through his eyelashes, happy with the state he managed to put her in so easily. “There goes my girl.”

Lando can see the shift in her the second he finishes his sentence. It’s in the way frustration morphs into impatience, and how her breath hitches every time he grinds her against him but doesn’t give her what she really wants.

“I know you’re enjoying this, but there’s no reason for you to take your sweet ass time, you know that,” she mutters, her voice edged with irritation.

Lando shrugs. “And you know I like watching you squirm.”

She rolls her eyes, but her body betrays her — again and again. Her fingers curl into the fabric of his hoodie, while her thighs tense around his waist. With a sharp exhale, she moves on her own now, hands sliding down between them, tugging at the waistband of his sweats. Lando follows her movements, amused, but doesn’t stop her as she pulls them down just enough to free him.

Her breath catches at the sight: he’s already hard, the head flushed deep red, leaking just slightly.

She glances back at him, brows raised, but Lando shrugs again, as if the reason is obvious. “You on my lap, begging? Kinda hard not to get… you know, hard.”

Her stomach clenches at his nonchalance, the way he acts like it’s inevitable. Like, of course he’d be this ready for her. Duh.

Lando exhales excited as she wraps her fingers around him, stroking just enough to make his hips twitch beneath her. His breath gets slightly unsteady after that, but his control remains.

“Getting bold now?” he asks, eyes locked on her as he pushes her shirt up just a little, tracing his fingers along the warm skin of her waist.

The girl doesn’t answer, just bites her lip as he hooks his fingers under the waistband of her shorts, dragging them down and letting them catch on the curve of her thighs before she kicks them away. That’s when the teasing glint in Lando’s eyes fades, replaced with something darker. He swallows hard, hands settling firm on her hips as he drinks her in.

“So soft,” he mumbles under his breath, mostly to himself.

She feels exposed in a way that has nothing to do with being half-naked. It’s like he’s seeing everything, because he knows her so deeply. Like he’s about to ruin her in the best way possible.

And she’s going to let him.

Lando wraps his hand around hers and, together, they pump his cock slowly, his gaze always on her, watching the way her body responds to the sight of it. Then he runs his thumb over the tip, spreading the bead of wetness there while he moves purposely, dragging the length of himself through her folds, groaning at how slick and warm she is.

“Fucking hell,” he breathes, pressing his forehead to hers for a second, while she needs to hold on to him with both hands now. “You’re dripping.”

She whimpers as he does it again, sliding against her, teasing her clit with the thick head before pulling back, drawing out her frustration.

“Lando, don’t…” she whines, shifting against his chest, trying to get more of him.

Lando laughs, low and raspy, but his grip on her isn’t loosening one bit. “Patience, baby.”

“I need—”

“Yeah?” he cuts her off, pressing the head of his cock against her entrance this time, barely pushing in before pulling back out. “What? This what you need?”

Her stomach flips at the feeling, so raw, unable to spit out any words. Instead, she only manages to nod.

To show her that he appreciates her honesty, Lando guides her hips, dragging her along his length, pressing his swollen tip against her clit once more and holding her there. Without moving. She gasps, her whole body shuddering as the pressure sends sparks through her nerves.

Lando groans, feeling how she pulses against him, how her body aches for more. “Well, shit. That’s pretty,” he admits, watching her fall apart in his hands.

She lets a little cry out in protest, trying to push down, but he keeps her there, right on the edge of everything, everything.

“You gonna beg for it again?” he asks in a teasing voice.

She wants to fight him on it, but she can’t. Not when she’s this close to him, when every second of waiting feels like pure, unfiltered torture.

She shakes her head, her little cry turning into a throaty moan.

Lando gets ecstatic at the sound and the way her body shivers — so desperate, so utterly wrecked for him before he’s even inside her. For a split second, he considers giving in completely. But then he remembers she’s mad at him. Or at least, she was. And if she thinks she can get away with that attitude without consequence, she needs to understand that she’s sorely mistaken.

Instead of giving her what she wants, Lando kisses her. Hard. His lips crash into hers, swallowing the whimper of frustration that slips from her throat. He starts guiding her against him, harder now, making her ride the thick length of his cock without ever letting her sink onto it, the friction sweet but never enough. She tries to pull back, gasping against his mouth, but he doesn’t let her. One hand tangles in her hair, holding her close, keeping her exactly where he wants her.

Until her patience snaps and, with a sharp gasp, she bites his lip, just hard enough to make him hiss, her nails digging into his scalp as she pulls at his curls. Lando moans, a low, needy sound that strikes her like lightning. The sting, the fight, the way she’s clawing for a type of control she won’t get — not yet — motivates him to keep teasing her.

Annoyed, she lets her hand slip between them, fingers wrapping around his cock, slick and throbbing, before she finally sinks down onto him. Because, sometimes, the best thing you can do for yourself is to take matters into your own hands.

At that, both of them go silent.

Her body tightens around him instantly, the fullness of him stealing her breath, making her walls flutter as she adjusts to his length.

Lando’s forehead presses against hers, his lips parting with a violent inhale, his hands squeezing her hips.

“Jesus, baby,” he breathes, voice wrecked, “What buttons did I push?”

She doesn’t reply. Doesn’t move. Neither does he.

They just sit like that, their bodies locked together so perfectly it almost feels cruel to even blink. The fight, the frustration, the teasing… it all fades away in one moment, replaced by something more intense. Something profund.

When she shifts just slightly, Lando whines, feeling the way she clenches around him, and how perfectly they fit together. The thought makes him throb inside her, the heat of her making his pulse race.

She presses her forehead harder against his, her breath shaky. “Baby,” she whispers, “Shit, you feel so good.”

Lando opens his eyes, finding hers already on him.

For a second, he’s happy to simply look at her. Her flushed cheeks, the way her lips are swollen from his kisses, the way she’s barely holding herself together — everything about her is perfection. Then, he lifts her up, and the sudden rush of cool air against his cock makes him moan.

She shrieks at the emptiness, at the way her body aches to take him back. “Please, not now,” she pleads.

Before she can continue, he shoves himself back in, agonizingly slow, making her feel every inch of him as he stretches her again. As a result, her head falls forward, a desperate whimper breaking from her throat.

Lando keeps his eyes on her, his lips brushing against hers as he speaks, “Already falling apart, love? I’ve barely even started.”

She whines, arms wrapping around his neck, hips twitching like she wants more. Much more.

“This what you needed, yes?” Lando taunts, rolling his hips just enough to make her lose her mind. “You gonna stop being a brat now?”

She tries to answer, but all that comes out is a shaky breath. Lando smiles, dragging himself out just to push back in, watching her eyes flutter shut.

“No, no. Keep those pretty eyes open,” he instructs, nipping at her jaw, “Come on. I wanna watch you break for me.”

Because he is absolutely evil, Lando keeps it slow. Too slow.

Every roll of his hips is calculated, dragging himself out so she feel his cock slipping away, then pushing back in deep, filling her up so completely it makes her walls pulsate. She can’t do anything but take it, her senses overwhelmed by him — by the rough drag of his hands on her skin, the warmth of his breath against her lips, the filthy sound of their bodies meeting.

Then his hands move, sliding up from her waist, fingers tracing over her ribs before finally cupping her breasts. It makes her gasp, her back arching into his touch as his thumbs sweep over her nipples, teasing a little, then rolling them between his fingers.

“So sensitive, look at that,” says Lando, his voice thick with lust. “Are you shaking, baby?”

She is. Her thighs tremble where they straddle him, her whole body squeezing him with every slow thrust, every lazy swipe of his thumbs against her skin.

His gaze drops between them, and his breath stutters at the image. “Beautiful.”

She doesn’t understand at first, too lost in how slowly he fucks her, but then he guides her chin down, forcing her to look.

And oh, fuck.

She can see everything: the way her body stretches to take him in, the way she’s dripping down his entire length, making a mess on his lap, and the way her thighs are trembling on each side of him.

Lando’s heart starts beating faster, pressing a hot, open-mouthed kiss to her neck. “See how you’re fucking ruining me?”

She lets out a soft, broken moan, fingers playing absentmindedly with the curls at the back of his head, mostly to anchor herself in the moment.

“Lan…”

“I know, love,” his tongue flicks against her pulse point before he kisses her jaw. “Not so mad at me now, are you?”

Right now? No. She realizes she’s not. She can’t be. Not when he’s touching her like this, fucking into her with such lazy, devastating precision. Not when he’s whispering filth into her ear while looking at her like she’s the only thing in the world that matters.

Her hands move, framing his face, tilting it up so she can kiss him again. But this time, their kiss is different. It’s not angry, not desperate, but tender and loving. A kiss that makes Lando’s grip falter, that steals the breath from his lungs and sends him to a new world that’s only inhabited by them.

She whimpers hungrily against his lips, and that’s what breaks him, because he knows he broke her first.

A guttural moan rumbles from his chest as his fingers dig into her thighs. And then he snaps. “Let me take care of you, baby,” he whispers next to her ear, thrusting into her harder. It takes her by surprise, the way he is holding her so tight like he’s trying to fuse them together. “Need you,” he adds.

The sudden change in pace fractures something in her brain to the point she can’t remember anything else except his name.

“It’s okay you’re mad,” Lando assures her. “You can be as mad as you want, yeah? All day, everyday,” he groans, voice wrecked. “I’m still gonna fuck you like this. Gonna give you exactly what you need. Whenever you need me, love.”

Her head falls back, a loud moan spilling from her lips as he loses himself in her, in the heat, the mess, and the way she clings to him.

“Always gonna take care of my girl,” he promises, sealing the words against her skin. “No matter what.”

She can feel his control slipping in the way his thrusts deepen, the rhythm faltering slightly as his breath becomes gradually uneven. He’s still trying to hold back, but she can tell he’s far from behaving. She feels his cock twitching so deliciously inside her, and the way his hands melt with her skin almost painfully on her hips. Every new sensation makes her dizzy, until it’s too much. The pressure building in her chest, the overwhelming feeling of him inside her, the way his hands start roaming over her skin, and his mouth leaving hot trails across her neck — all too much.

With a shaky breath, she collapses forward, her body unable to keep steady, falling against his chest as her hands slide weakly to his sides.

“I can’t,” she gasps, “Can’t hold myself up.”

Lando’s hands move immediately, his hold firm on her back, and voice filled with a deep urgency, “I got you, baby. You know I do.”

And then he flips them, his strength not-so-surprising as he rolls them onto the couch, her body now on her back with him above her. The new angle makes them both moan in unison, the sudden shift in depth making every movement feel sharper, more intense.

Lando’s hands find her thighs, pulling them apart so he can press deeper, pushing into her with a delicious force that makes her stomach tighten and her toes curl. The sound of their bodies slapping together fills the room — wet, sticky, perfect. Her hands reach up, gripping the back of the couch, her nails scratching at the fabric, trying to keep herself grounded as he fucks her harder.

“Fuck, baby,” Lando groans, his face flushed with sweat, his lips parted as he stares down at her, eyes wild with need. “You’re so fucking perfect, can’t get enough of you.”

She can feel him getting closer, the way his movements grow sloppier, more desperate, but there’s no slowing him down. He’s all in — in her, in the moment, and she can barely breathe under the weight of it all.

The sounds of their passion are unrestrained, loud, their breath ragged and frantic. It’s all they hear now: her moans, his grunts, the soft squeak of the couch beneath them. But as the tension starts to crack, she feels herself spiraling as closer to the edge as he is, and she finally feels the last remnants of her jealousy fade away.

She looks up at him, her vision blurry from the pleasure. “You… winked at the waiter.”

Lando freezes for just a moment, his thrusts shallow, and he looks down at her, confusion flickering in his eyes as he forces himself to regain control. “I did?” he breathes out wildly, his lips twitching with a laugh that’s barely contained.

She moans, biting her lip as she writhes under him, “Yes, when she came back with the wine,” she admits, her voice soft, barely a whisper. “It was so stupid, I wanted to throw it in your face.”

Lando finally laughs, a genuine chuckle, his face still flushed with pleasure. “Always so dramatic, aren’t you?” he asks, leaning down to kiss her lips before pulling back. “Wanted to be mad, but you’re too busy getting fucked to even care now, hm?”

She wants to argue, wants to tell him he’s being a cocky bastard, but the words get lost in the sound of her own moans as his rhythm picks up again, faster this time, his cock hitting places inside her that have her seeing stars.

“Oh,” she gasps, her voice full of the tension and the blinding pressure building in her chest, “I’m so... Fuck. I’m close.”

Lando doesn’t ease off. “I know, baby. I feel it.” He pushes her closer, his hands gripping her legs just right, his thrusts brutal and relentless. “Wanna come for me?”

She doesn’t have enough time to process his words. The wave hits her hard, crashing over her like an unstoppable force, and her body goes taut, every nerve lighting up as she cries out, her back arching off the couch as she cums around him.

And Lando isn’t far behind.

He slams into her once more, and then his head falls on her chest with a groan as he releases, the hot pulse of his cum filling her up just as her own orgasm shakes through her. Breathless, they stay like that, bodies joined, both of them tangled in the aftershocks of their release.

“Next time, don’t wink at other girls if you want to keep your eyes,” she finally says, feeling him softening inside her.

“Next time,” he whispers, still trying to catch his breath, “Don’t go non-verbal on me. You know I didn’t mean it like that.”

She smiles weakly, pressing her lips to his. “You never mean it like that, do you?”

The air between them thickens, leaving behind an almost palpable silence. Affected by her last affirmation, Lando’s hands find home on her skin, the touch light, slightly hesitant, like he’s afraid to disrupt the fragile calm that’s settled between them.

“I’m sorry,” he says.

She traces her fingers through his curls, her body feeling like a flame now, flickering gently after being ignited. There’s a warmth spreading from her chest, outwards, a comfort that soothes the storm inside her. But still, her heart races, and the lingering heat from their connection seems to hum through her veins.

Lando shifts, moving to pull her closer, his arms wrapping around her. She nestles into him, feeling the heat of his skin and the sweat against hers, the warmth of him grounding her.

“You okay?” she hears him again.

“Yeah... just needed a moment to catch my breath,” her voice is a soft murmur in his ears.

Lando smiles weakly, his lips curling with that familiar grin. He brushes a lock of hair from her face, fingers skimming her cheek like a whisper, and the gesture is enough to make her chest tighten.

“You’re everything I need, silly. Always.”

She knows that. And luckily, the storm inside her has subsided. “I’m sorry, too. For being stubborn,” she whispers, her voice full of a quiet vulnerability.

Lando chuckles, “Stubborn is an understatement.”

She lets out a breathless laugh. “Don’t push it.”

His hands, once firm and assertive, now trace delicate patterns over her skin, mapping every curve, every inch of her as though trying to imprint her into his soul. There is no need for words now, not anymore.

As Lando presses another soft kiss to her lips, she remembers why they will always be able to overcome any childish misunderstanding.

“I love you,” she says, her voice steady.

He smiles, feeling a familiar warmth spreading in his chest. And, instead of saying it back, Lando tilts his head slightly, meeting her gaze with a teasing smirk.

Then, he winks at her.

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Girl i need. NEED. Lando and reader sneaking out of their own wedding to fuck. i can’t get it out of my head pls pls pls pls.

like imagine himmmm: obsessed with how she looks, can’t stop being handsy and touchy and always looking for kisses and attention that at some point he drags her in some bathroom and gets under her massive bridal skirt AAAASSAASNFHDJS i can’t pls pls make it happen 😭😭

5 minutes. 7, tops | LN⁴

☁️ summary ──── Lando has never been the one to resist her. And on their wedding day, when she looks the most beautiful he’s ever seen her, wrapped in white and glowing just for him, he doesn’t even try.

☁️ pairing ──── Lando Norris x Wife!Reader

☁️ rating ──── explicit

☁️ warnings ──── 18+, mature/sexual content, descriptive language, dirty talk, swearing, banter and emotional intimacy, smut, semi-public, brief fingering & oral ─ (f)receiving, teasing, possessiveness, unprotected (bathroom) sex.

☁️ word count ──── 4.2k

☁️ date ──── Jun. 22, 2025

☁️ a/n ──── Based on this ask, this os was highly requested for some reason, so take a slice until I find a way to finish the other 5 I started 🫴🏻🍰

“LADIES AND GENTLEMEN,” a voice cuts through the air, loud and vibrating with excitement. “For the first time ever, I have the honor to present you: Mr. and Mrs. Norris!”

A set of double doors at the back of the hall swing open, and a wave of applause and cheers rolls forward as the newly married couple appears in sight.

Lando is holding her hand tightly, like he has no plans of letting go ever again. He looks like a fairytale, wearing a tailored black suit with clean lines down the legs, the kind of cut that says money but doesn’t scream it. His shirt is a stark white beneath, the collar buttoned all the way up, his tie coordinating perfectly with her dress without being too much. There’s a hidden message in those seemingly small choices that might go unnoticed. But they say more than words ever could. No loosened collar means a man who knows exactly who he belongs to, and the matching tie means that, from now on, every step is made with her in mind.

His smile is blinding, spreading all over his face and lighting his features with happiness. He’s not smiling for the crowd or cameras, but for her. His eyes keep flicking sideways to catch hers like he still can’t believe this is real.

“Let’s go, Landooo!” someone shouts, making the guests laugh, and his smile blooms even further.

They walk in perfect harmony toward the center of the room, surrounded by clapping and whistles, artificial fog and confetti, and her dress molds softly against her legs as they move, his steps steady and sure, despite the fact that on the inside, Lando already fainted three times, received CPR twice, and died once.

They reach the dance floor, and as the first notes of their song begin to play, everything shifts. The noise drops off almost instantly, the crowd falling silent, while the lights dim just a little. The music fills the room with something much heavier than melody just as Lando places a hand on her waist, fingers brushing the fabric of her dress. Her back fits perfectly against his palm, and when she gazes up at him with those eyes that still make his heart skip more than one beat, lips curling into a smile that’s been haunting his thoughts ever since the day he’s met her, Lando is gone.

Her dress glimmers, hugging her curves like it was crafted for the sole purpose of undoing him. And truth is, it was.

“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he says, starting to guide her in the steps they’ve been practicing for months now. It became muscle memory, carved into quiet mornings before he left for work or rehearsed in his driver’s room between practice sessions; they’ve been stealing moments whenever they could, and now everything blends together effortlessly, like it was always meant to lead here.

She giggles, blushing a little but enjoying the way his voice drops when he’s being honest. Honest and absolutely in love with her.

“Don’t you have other lines, Mr. Norris?” she teases, eyes sparkling under her curled lashes.

He leans in, lips slightly brushing her ear. “Not unless you want to show everyone in here how you melt if I say something else,” he replies under his breath.

She looks at him again, emboldened by the intimacy in his words. “Like what?” she challenges him.

Lando’s jaw clenches. He spins her slowly, her dress fanning out, revealing just enough leg to make his vision blur. When she lands back in his arms, her chest presses against him, and he hisses softly.

“For starters, your boobs look insane in that corset,” he says, eyes flicking down for the briefest second.

She exhales a soft sigh, half scandalized, half thrilled, her fingers tightening around his shoulder.

“It’s torture,” adds Lando, his mouth hovering dangerously close to hers. “I was hard the second you walked down that aisle.”

The girl finally gasps, eyes darting to his. “Lando.”

“I’m so serious, baby,” he insists, laughing softly. “It hasn’t let up. I don’t know how I’m supposed to wait ‘til we get home,” he punctuates it with a look so intense that her knees nearly give out. She clutches his shoulder firmly, her pulse slowly rising, everything below her waist aching at the thought. “I just want to fuck my wife.”

Well, shit.

The word echoes in her head like church bells, giving her chills all over her body — wife, wife, wife! She loves the way he says it, like it’s something he’s earned. She melts further into his frame, their bodies brushing in a way far too suggestive for the room full of people watching them.

She lifts her chin, brushing her nose against his in the barest tease of affection. “You’re not the only one suffering, you know,” she whispers, her lips grazing his. “I’ve been a mess since I saw you in this tux,” she continues, smoothing the material with her palms sliding down his chest. “My husband looks like sex.”

Lando lets out a high-pitched chuckle. “Shoot me in the balls, it would hurt less.”

“I really appreciate the visuals,” she laughs in return.

He twirls her once more, slower this time, his eyes never leaving her. When she lands back in his arms, her back arches just slightly, pressing her breasts against his chest. It’s easy to feel the shift in him, and how his fingers tighten around every part of her body that he’s touching.

As the song is coming to an end, Lando’s hand slides up to her throat, holding her there. Her breath catches right away, but he doesn’t wait for permission. He already got it the moment she said yes to him in fornt of their families, friends, and the entire world. So he crashes his mouth to hers, putting up a show for everyone, without shame. It’s not the delicate kind of kiss people expect during a first dance. It’s months of tension and restraint, and the thrill of calling her his wife unleashed all at once. Her fingers curl into the lapels of his suit, so dizzy that she can barely hear the music anymore. But she feels it in the way their bodies sway together, the way the room goes still again, before the crowd erupts in wild applause.

Just as the final chord fades out, his lips leave hers, bringing her back to reality.

“Should we dip?” asks Lando, staring at her with a subtle look.

She arches a brow, grinning. “Dip?”

“Yeah,” he shrugs with a slight tilt of his head, completely serious despite the smirk. “Sneak out. Just for a bit.”

Her eyes widen. “We can’t leave our own wedding, Lando. We literally just got here.”

He smiles, leaning in closer, voice laced with enough honey to make her swoon. “Come on,” he insists. “Just a quickie in the bathroom,” his lips touch her cheek gently as he speaks, “We’ll be five minutes. No one’s gonna notice.”

She pulls back to shoot him a questionable look. “Five minutes?”

Lando rolls his eyes. “Alright. Seven, tops,” he says.

Her pulse is jumping wildly as she presses a hand to his chest, half to hold him back, half to steady herself. “Baby, our parents are here.”

He doesn’t miss a beat. “As if we didn’t go at it in my childhood bedroom with my mum watching The Crown across the hall,” says Lando in a casual voice, studying her face. “What?”

“You’re such an idiot,” she says, fighting to hide a smile.

In response, Lando lifts his left hand to her eye level. “Your idiot,” he reminds her, pointing at the ring on his finger. “Forever.”

The girl shakes her head. “Your point?” she asks.

Lando grins. “I’ll make it fast, darling,” he assures her, his hand sliding around her waist, fingers pressing into the small of her back. “I’ll be in and out. Like, literally”

“So romantic,” she says sarcastically. “My husband, everybody!”

Just then, the voice of the wedding planner cuts in again, echoing through the mic like a divine intervention, “Now that the dance floor is officially heated up,” she calls cheerfully, “We’d love for all of you to join the lovely couple and let’s get this party started!”

She hesitates. For just a second, and that second is all he needs. He sees the flicker in her eyes, the war between logic and lust and, luckily, he knows her too well to know exactly which one’s winning this time.

With a playful wink, he intertwines his fingers with hers and gives her hand a gentle, insistent tug. “Come on, Mrs. Norris.”

As they weave through the crowd, hands still clasped tightly, guests stop them every few steps, offering hugs and heartfelt congratulations. They smile, nod, thank everyone politely, but there’s a quiet urgency in their movements, a shared look between them like they’re trying not to be swept up in the chaos. If they could melt into the walls unnoticed, they would, but right now, all they want is to be alone.

For just five minutes. Seven, tops.

The second they disappear around the corner, his hand is already on her waist, pressing her back into the wall beside the bathroom door. His mouth finds hers again as hot as earlier, pulling soft whimpers out of her.

The bathroom is nothing short of extravagant, like everything else at this wedding. Soft golden sconces glow against marble, casting a warm light that reflects off the tall mirrors lining on the walls. The sinks are sculpted from polished stone, ivory and veined with gold, with delicate faucets that look more like something made by Michelangelo than plumbing. Plush white hand towels are rolled perfectly beside trays of expensive perfumes and colognes. Everything sparkles, and it smells like luxury: jasmine, sweet vanilla, and a hint of champagne.

They stumble through the door like they’re drunk, her giggles breathless and lips kiss-bitten, while Lando spins her gently and backs her toward the counter. Her body presses to the edge, dress fanning out as she leans back whithout resistence. Then her leg slips out from the slit in her gown, forcing Lando to drop to his knees immediately, as if pulled by gravity.

He shoots her one look, with dark eyes and puffy lips from all the kissing. His hands trail slowly up her thighs, parting them delicately, then pulling her panties down. The white of her dress pools around his shoulders, brushing against his cheeks and collar, framing him in folds of pearlescent fabric.

Her mouth goes dry at the sight of him; he looks angelic between her legs, surrounded by pure white, but when his tongue touches her, there’s nothing holy about it.

Lando groans the second his mouth finds her folds, his hot tongue lapping confident strokes that make her head tip back against the mirror with a dull thud. He said quickie, but doesn’t rush. He tastes her like he’s savoring the first gulp of water after the Singapore Grand Prix, and hearing her silent moans only makes him thirstier.

“Lan…” she whines, fingers tangling in his curls.

He smiles against her skin, already pulling back, lips wet and glistening. “You are a fucking dream,” he tells her. “Such a mess f’me, you don’t even need prepping.”

He’s up in a blink of an eye, lips brushig her jaw so lightly that she’s sure she imagined it, until Lando cups her face gently, thumb brushing her cheek as he tilts her chin up, searching for her eyes. The warmth of his other hand slides back between her legs, fingers sliding through slick heat. All he gives her is just a couple of slow pumps, the kind meant to tease and announce their presence, not satisfy. His eyes stay locked on hers the whole time, reading every shift of her breath like it’s a private language only he understands.

“You like being sneaky so much that you’re dripping already, hm?”

She’s trembling, thighs closing around his wrist. “No,” the girl lies.

Lando hisses. “No?” he shakes his head, laughing softly. “I think you like knowing they’re all out there celebrating us, while you’re in here soaking my fingers.”

He’s well aware of the effect he has on her; always were. He knows all it takes is just a little look, and she’s done for. It’s a power he’s been taking advantage of countless times in the past, but this time, he uses it almost like a gentle reminder. While maintaing that look, he unbuckles his belt with the other hand, the soft clink echoing in her head like choir of angels. Then, he unzips with practiced urgency, pushing his pants and briefs down just enough to free himself.

And she realizes that Lando was nothing but honest, as usual.

His cock is already hard and flushed, the head swollen, leaking slightly at the tip. He wraps his hand around the base with a quiet hiss through his teeth, dragging it once down his length. He keeps his other hand working between her legs in the meantime, coaxing her higher with every stroke.

“See what my wife does to me?” he asks rhetorically, then slows, easing his fingers out with maddening care, watching her with a knowing gaze.

She can barely breathe at this point.

Deftly, Lando’s hands land on her hips, hiking her dress up her waist, until white silk bunches around them, revealing the heated skin beneath. He hooks one of her legs up over his waist, angling her until her core presses right against him. He knows it was the perfect choice, because her back arches in an instant, and breath starts stuttering when she feels the head of his cock sliding through her folds, catching on her clit and dipping back down, spreading her wetness over both of them.

The skin-on-skin contact makes her whimper in anticipation.

“My pretty liar,” she says, making Lando puff out a sigh. She lets out a shaky breath, body already aching, but the longer he lingers, the more her frustration bubbles up. Her fingers grip his jaw, forcing him to look at her. “You said five minutes,” she whispers, eyes narrowed but glittering. “And now you’re playing games?”

His jaw clenches as he pushes forward, just enough for the head to catch against her entrance. Then, continuing to hold her gaze, he thrusts in. All the way.

Lando chokes on a breath. “I said seven, tops,” he defends himself.

He stills inside, eyes closing for a moment, brain gone entirely blank at the feeling of her, as if it’s the first time. Her pussy grips him tight, warm and slick and perfect and his, and for a second, all he can do is focus on his breathing. No coherent thoughts, no words, just the mind-shattering realization that he’s buried inside his wife.

Each breath is punctuated by the slow beginning of his hips rolling, starting to move, dragging his cock against her walls again and again, as if trying to relearn every inch of her from the inside out.

She’s maddening around him, her body molding to his like it was made for him to hold. In his selfishness, Lando actually believes she was. Because it’s not just the physical. It’s everything that bonded them over time. And now, it’s the weight of the ring on her hand as it clutches at his shoulder. The way she gasps his name like it’s the only word she knows. The look in her eyes that says, I’m only yours.

His breath gets shallow and unsteady in a way she’s never heard him before. Like Lando’s unraveling in real time, coming apart at the seams just from being inside her. And she moves with him, meeting every thrust with the same need. Her nails scrape gently down the back of his head, then dig in when he shifts just right, making her entire body shiver in response.

“Mine,” he chokes on the words, thrusts slowing for a heartbeat as if to savor it, while she hums in pleasure. “Feel how wet you are? That’s all me, yeah?”

She nods, but it’s not enough. She turns her head, mouth finding his jaw, his neck, trying to stay anchored in the moment while her body rocks with his. “Always you, my love,” she replies, sounding like she’s on the verge of despair.

His laugh is breathless, like she’s just broken something open inside him. “Fuck, I won’t last. Two minutes,” he informes her. “Dropped to two minutes.”

She laughs, too. But his next thrust is harder, less controlled, making her cry out instead, all needy and high-pitched. She gasps his name, fingers clawing at the lapels of his tuxedo jacket as his hips continue to move in earnest, thrusting into her with a delicious rhythm. She fumbles with the tie and buttons, trying to peel the fabric from his shoulders, craving more of his heat and skin and the way his muscles flex every time he slams forward. But Lando’s pace only increases, and it ruins her effort.

His jacket slips halfway off, one sleeve hanging limp from his arm, the other clinging stubbornly to his shoulder. He can’t stop. The sight of her like this, with her legs spread, dress hitched up, and soft body pulling him in with every thrust has obliterated every ounce of patience he had left.

“Fucking, fuck,” he growls, burying his face in her neck. His mouth presses a small kiss there, but his lips twitch with restraint, the need to mark her thrumming violently through him.

“Don’t,” she warns, knowing every filthy thought that’s ever crossed Lando’s mind.

“Please,” he whines. “Let them know I fucked you in the bathroom at our own wedding.”

Her voice trembles as she moans loudly, her arms locking around his shoulders, pulling him in closer. Her back arches off the counter, hips meeting his, as her body folds to the rhythm.

“You’re already fucking up my wedding dress,” she gasps, breath hot in his ear. “Trust me, baby. They’ll know.”

Lando pulls back to look at her, sweat beading at his temple, a gremlin-like smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. “It’s the only time you’re wearing it anyway.”

After that, his hands clamp down on her waist, firm to fuck her harder, burying himself to the hilt with each movement. She cries out, head falling on his shoulder, completely unraveling for him as her slick walls tighten around his cock. Her body clings to him in every possible way, shaking with the promise of release, and all Lando can do is just hold on, driven by the feel of her, the sound of her, the truth of what they are now.

Husband and wife. And so completely owned by each other.

Her body is ready to give up under his force, every inch of her strung tight with need, already teetering on the edge. Her hair’s falling in messy waves around her flushed face, eyes glassy as she encourages him to take her harder.

Fueled by her demand, Lando does exactly as he’s told.

“My wife.”

Thrust.

“Mine.”

Thrust.

“Making me go crazy.”

Thrust-thrust-thrust.

His words slam into her as hard as his hips do, leaving her gasping, dazed, dizzy. And wanting more. She lets out a string of moans, fingers curling into the fabric of his jacket still stubbornly clinging to his shoulder. Her entire world feels like it’s collapsing around the rhythm of his body and the ragged devotion in his voice.

“You have no idea,” he grunts, “How fucking excited I am to fuck you like this for the rest of our lives.”

“I might have a few ideas,” she replies. “Especially if this is you before our wedding night. What’re you gonna do when I’m wearing nothing but your last name and asking for more?” she asks, tilting her hips enough to make him feel the shift. “Think you can keep up with me, husband?”

A guttural noise tears from his throat as he slams into her faster, chasing the release like it’s his lifeline. Their bodies slap together with wet sounds, the soft rustle of her dress and the quiet creak of the counter drowned beneath their wild breathing.

“That answers your question, eh?”

“Shit. Yes. Fuck,” she replies. “Lando,” the girl pants, mouth brushing his.

And then she breaks. Her orgasm hits fast and hard, her thighs shaking, body trembling as she cries out, voice echoing off the walls of his skull. But before she can fully scream, Lando covers her mouth with his, swallowing the sound.

Their kiss is messy and soaked in panting breaths and wet lips, and with her convulsing in pleasure beneath him, is too much for Lando to hold back. He thrusts deep once, twice, then groans into her mouth as he spills all his love and lust inside her. The blinding sensation knocks the air from his lungs, their bodies shaking together as they fall apart and hold each other through it.

Trying to catch her breath, her cheek rests against his shoulder, arms wrapped loosely around his back, one of her legs still hooked around his waist. His hands stay firm on her hips, not wanting to let go, still inside her, connected, and in no rush to move, because time doesn’t exist in this little corner of their universe.

But a few moments later, Lando lifts his gaze, catching sight of them in one of the tall mirrors. The reflection hits him hard: his dark curls are pointing in every direction, his jacket hangs crooked from one shoulder, tie just halfway undone. Her dress is wrinkled and bunched around her thighs, and her lipstick is smudged everywhere on his face from all the kisses they never planned to stop. And what truly gets him is the look in his own eyes — he’s glowing. Like he’s just crossed a finish line, but this time it wasn’t just him in the car.

He sees her holding onto him like she always will.

He sees himself holding her like she’s the only safe place he’s ever known.

Suddenly, he realizes he’s a husband now. Her husband. And he’s going to wake up to this woman for the rest of his life. Through every challenge, every joy, and every storm, he has a partner that’s here to stay. Even when life throws everything it can at him, she will be his constant. His only source of peace. His home.

Lando’s throat tightens, emotion rising so violently it nearly drowns him. Gently, he leans in, pressing his lips to the shell of her ear, breathing her in as he closes his eyes.

“I promise to always be yours,” he starts whispering his vows again. “To protect your heart like it’s my own.”

Her breath hitches, her brain just coming out of the haze of pleasure caused by her husband.

“To love you when things are easy,” he continues, “And love you even harder when they’re not.”

With teary eyes, her arms squeeze him tighter. Even if she finds it hard to hold him like that, because her body melts under the weight of his words, she does it because she knows how important it is for Lando to remind her that, at the end of the day, it’s about this: them.

She’s just about to whisper something back after Lando stops talking, but he’s always managed to leave her speechles, one way or another. This time, he reduces her to a soft moan when he slowly pulls out of her. At that, her body clenches involuntarily as the absence of him leaves her sensitive and throbbing. The warm aftermath of their pleasure slips slowly out of her, making her thighs twitch around the sensation.

Lando sighs as he watches it happen, forehead dropping to her shoulder.

“Shit, sorry,” he says, voice raspy as if he just woke up. “Didn’t mean to ruin the moment, but fucking hell. It kills me every time I pull out,” he explains, drawing back to look at her, his hand trailing over her thigh, possessive and adoring all at once.

She exhales a breathy laugh despite herself, her chest still rising and falling from the intensity, cheeks all flushed. “You’re such a boy,” she scolds playfully, giving his shoulder a half-hearted push, still giggling.

“I’m grieving,” he says, faking innocence.

“You’re done,” she cuts him off, the affection in her voice making it sound more like a vow than a complaint.

Still perched on the counter, she leans forward, trying to tame the wild curls now clinging to his forehead. Her fingers thread through his hair with the kind of tender frustration only a woman in love can pull off, pushing it back, smoothing it, even if it’s completely in vain.

Lando closes his eyes and hums like a man being worshipped. “That’s your mess, by the way,” he says satisfied.

“Yeah,” she agrees with a smile. “My beautiful mess.”

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Hey! Please do a lando x ex!reader. They break up after a lot of arguments due to being away from each other so much and then they meet a few months later and hook up. Like angst in the beginning then lots of smut.

If it’s meant to fall apart | LN⁴

💌 REQUESTED by anon ──── I was actually planning to write something similar for so long. Thank you for the request and I hope you like it ��

💔 summary ──── Surprisingly, months apart haven’t dulled the connection between them. After a night of passion and honesty on both sides, maybe there is a future where they can make all the right decisions, after all.

💔 pairing ──── Lando Norris x ex!reader

💔 rating ──── explicit

💔 category ──── F/M

💔 warnings ──── +18, mature/sexual content, lots of angst & back-and-forth, fluff & smut, teasing, praising, explicit language, unprotected sex, mention of alcohol and drinking, swearing, not the healthiest relationship I’ve ever written tbh (the toxicity is implicit though), overstimulation, pussy-drunk Lando, Max F. & Ethan aka FEEFA cameo.

💔 word count ──── 10.6k (Thank you to everyone who voted on this poll I posted the other day, I didn’t expect to see so many 🥺).

💔 date ──── Nov. 27, 2024

SHE'S NOT ENTIRELY sure how long they’ve been dancing, but she hasn't finished her drink yet. Time feels like an illusion, blurring the edges of her vision with every new rhythm of the night. For the first time in months, she feels a little lighter, her friends’ energy pulling her out of her own head — and apartment, where she locked herself in after the break-up.

The club is packed tonight, bodies pressed together in a sea of drunken, sweaty chaos. Neon lights bounce off every surface, painting the room in vivid purples, blues, and pinks. It's not usually her style — not anymore — but she figured it won't hurt to let lose for a couple of hours.

It’s only when she steps away from the dance floor, her feet hurting and her head buzzing, that she spots him.

Why tonight, of all nights?

Why here, of all places?

Why him, of all people?

He’s leaning casually against the bar, a glass in hand, chatting with a few familiar faces. Faces that she can't help but miss.

She stopped talking to Max — well, Max stopped talking to her after ending things with Lando, too upset that she toyed with his best friend's heart for ‘no apparent reason’. Their friendship dissolved under pressure, fragile as a cheap plastic cup in the grip of sulfuric acid. But Max wasn't the only one who took it personally. That's why she needed to cut ties with everyone from her past. She needed new friends — her own friends —, she needed a new place and new clothes, and to rebrand herself from scratch. Which she did.

She thought she had made it through, but the past has its twisted ways of coming back when you least expect it.

Now, the sight of him, so vivid and real, makes her chest tighten.

She stops in place, hoping he doesn’t notice her, but then his eyes flick in her direction and, for a brief moment, neither of them blinks, the noise around them fading into a dull murmur.

He straightens slightly, his relaxed posture gone as his brows knit together. There’s something unreadable in his body language — surprise? Excitement? Confusion? Pain? She doesn’t know, but it mirrors the knot twisting in her stomach.

Her friends call out to her, pulling her attention briefly, and when she looks back, he’s still staring. Except now, he’s moving, weaving his way through the crowd toward her.

Oh, hell no.

Her heart starts to race, a mix of adrenaline and something far more complicated than fear, as she rushes to walk away; she's fought for far too long, and now her instinct is to fly as soon as she senses danger.

Unfortunately, she's not quick enough.

“Hey,” says Lando when he gets closer, his voice low but audible over the music.

Hearing him gives her goosebumps, hating the way her body is betraying her. It’s been months since she’s heard his voice, but it still hits her the same way: sharp and unrelenting.

She turns around, forcing a smile, “Hi, Lando,” she manages, her voice steadier than she feels, thinking she should try acting if she makes it out alive from this encounter.

“Can I buy you a drink?” he asks, his tone careful, yet extremely suggestive.

It makes her stomach twist again.

He used that line the very first night they met, his boyish grin lit by the dim, flickering lights of another club, in another city. Potentially another life, she's not sure. She remembers the way he had leaned in, so full of confidence and asked the same exact question with a mischievous glint in his eye.

It feels too deliberate now, too heavy with the weight of their past for her to ignore.

“All set,” she finally says, her voice quieter than she intended, as she raises her half-full glass in her hand. “Thanks.”

For a moment, it feels like they’re strangers meeting for the first time. Except they’re not, and their history is hanging heavily in the air between them.

Lando nods, shoving his hands into his jeans pockets, “How about this, let me join you for that drink?”

She takes a look to where her friends are dancing, then she turns back to him, “I'm here with my friends.”

It's a pathetic excuse, she knows that. But she has no time to think of something else. Not when her brain is suddenly all scrambled and can't form a single coherent thought.

Lando frowns, disappointed, but not willing to give up that easy. “Come on, just a quick catch-up and then you can go back to your friends. Mine won't mind,” he shrugs, pointing at the bar, where the others are following their every move like a bunch of curious minions.

She catches Max lifting his glass in her direction, and Ethan, waving frantically.

Against her better judgment, she nods.

“Okay,” she murmurs, “Let's catch up,” she spits the words, sounding a bit too sarcastic. Still, it makes Lando smile.

His shoulders relax slightly, relief softening the tension in his body. He gestures toward a quieter corner of the club, away from the pounding bass and the sea of bodies. His first instinct was to take her hand in his, but since that's over the line, Lando keeps looking back, making sure she follows him. And she does. Like a naive, lost puppy that hasn't learned a single thing in the past five months, apparently.

The crowd surges around them, chaotic and loud, and before she can react, someone stumbles into her, their elbow catching her arm. As a result, she's thrown off balance, her feet slipping on the slick floor. Gasping, she's bracing for the inevitable fall that… never comes.

Lando’s hand shoots out, catching her waist and pulling her upright. His grip is firm, grounding, and suddenly she’s pressed against him, her chest brushing his.

“Careful,” says Lando, his lips close enough to her ear for the voice to cut through the noise.

The spot where he's touching her is burning her skin. She looks up, speaking with a hesitant smile, “Thanks, I'm good.”

The club around them fades away, and all she can feel is the warmth of his hand on her waist and the familiar scent of his cologne — a smell she used to know so well. It is almost intoxicating, and it makes her mouth water. She realizes that's what she was missing the most.

Lando smiles faintly, his hand slipping away as if he’s reluctant to let go. “Always got you.”

She doesn’t know how to respond to that, sensing the double meaning behind his affirmation. So, she nods and lets him guide her the rest of the way.

They find a small, semi-private booth near the exit, far enough from the main dance floor that the music dulls to a manageable volume. He gestures for her to sit first, then slides in across from her.

She fiddles with the edge of her glass, feeling his eyes on her.

“So,” she starts, leaning back against the booth, “You're here.”

Here, as in back home.

“For a week or so, yeah. Got a bit of a break between Brazil and Vegas.”

She nods, emptying the rest of her drink in one go, “How’ve you been?”

Lando shrugs slowly, “Alright. Busy with work and everything,” he trails off, his gaze dropping to her lips for a brief moment. “It’s not the same,” he continues, his smile fading away. “What about you, what have you been up to?”

She needs superhuman powers to stop herself from scoffing in his pretty face. It’s such a simple question, yet it feels loaded, heavy with all the things they haven’t said to each other in almost half a year.

“It's been… peaceful. I moved to another neighborhood. Kept busy, distracted.”

Lando hums, his expression unreadable for some reason. “Yeah, I get that. You look great, by the way,” he states it as a fact, his voice soft but unwavering.

She hesitates, then looks up at him, really looks at him. His face is the same and yet… not really. The boyishness is still there, but there’s a weariness in his eyes that's somehow new. Plus some facial hair she always begged him to try out. It tugs at something inside her, something she’s not sure she’s ready to face. Because it hurts. Because it annoys her. Because, after everything, she's still not over it.

“Cheers,” she replies, hoping he won't catch the blush in her cheeks. “I kind of hoped you would look like shit when I saw you again,” she admits. “You know, I'm talking no front teeth and severely balding. But, oh well. You too.”

Lando's smile widens, making everything infinitely worse for her.

He wears a black shirt that clings to his frame in a way that highlights the muscles in his arms. His black cap is pulled low, worn backwards in that signature way he always did, giving him that effortlessly cool vibe. His eyes are still the same, though. Dark, piercing, the same ones that could make her heart beat faster even after everything that’s happened.

“I thought about you a lot over these months, you know,” Lando finds himself saying, chewing on his lower lip.

She shoots him a surprised look.

As if, she thinks. His Instagram feed would say otherwise.

“You did?” she ends up asking, curiosity getting the best of her.

A hint of vulnerability creeps into his voice, “Of course. I've missed you.”

She laughs dryly, “But it's been good for us, right? We just established we both look great, no constant fighting, no slamming doors, no smashed phones…” she says, looking at him intently.

He can't sustain that for long, so he looks down at his shoes, slightly ashamed, remembering how bad it used to get when the distance between them felt too much to handle. He remembers the frustration, and the helplessness he felt when he couldn’t reach her, because he couldn’t make things right. He did smash his phone once, in a fit of anger, because he couldn’t get ahold of her for hours — not his proudest moment, that's for sure.

Lando swallows hard, “Yeah, it has been nice to have some distance. I guess it makes the heart grow fonder, right?”

“Hmm,” she hums, letting her eyes travel across the room, scanning random faces and wondering how life would be if she were someone else, “I don't know about that.”

She knows, in fact. But the words pause in her throat, too tangled up in memories. When he finally looks up, she's holding his gaze for just a beat longer than she should, and she wonders if he can feel it too — that familiar pull, like gravity, drawing them back together once again.

“I know—” Lando begins, not sure from which angle to approach. “I know it was the right choice at the time, but I can't help but wonder what things could have been if I'd fought harder for you.”

“Come on, Lando,” she laughs, unamused, giving her head a shake, “We would've ended up in another vicious circle, no matter what. It's always like that with us, isn't it?”

A part of him knows she's right. Still, “We'll never know.”

“Well, maybe it's better that way,” she manages, her voice lacking conviction.

“Or maybe it’s not,” he contradicts her, his words carrying a weight that presses on both of them. “You never think about us?”

Another sharp, dry laugh — it's either this, or she'll start crying. “I am actively trying not to,” she admits, her tone tinged with exasperation. “What’s the point, Lan? Thinking about what could’ve been won’t change what happened. You were always gone, and I couldn't spend my life following you around like a headless chicken. We had a good time, but it was never going to last,” she says the last part mostly as a reminder for herself. “Not in those circumstances.”

His jaw tightens. “You think it was easy for me? That it didn’t tear me up knowing I couldn’t be there for you the way you wanted me to?”

“I didn't say that,” her eyes snap to his, “We simply weren't working. We were too good at breaking each other.”

Lando leans back in his chair, frustration visible on his face. He hates that she's right, but it doesn’t stop the ache in his chest.

His jaw clenches, “I just… I don’t want to believe that’s all we were. Breaking each other.”

Her expression softens a little at his words, “Not all. But enough to make us miserable.”

For a while, the air between them feels heavier, the noise fading into the background. He wants to say something, anything, to counter her point, but all he can do is look at her and ask himself if they were, indeed, playing a losing game back then.

“Did you meet someone?” his question flies out of nowhere.

Lando looks at her with anticipation, sensing the hesitation.

“I did,” she replies, nodding slowly.

“And?”

She meets his eyes for a split second before looking away again, fixing her gaze somewhere on the table. “And we're happily married with twins on the way. What do you think? I just. Couldn’t.”

Lando's stomach drops, trying his best to remain calm, his hands clenching into fists. “You couldn’t what? Be with them?”

She shakes her head, her movements slow and deliberate, as if choosing her words carefully. “It was too soon.”

Her answer only leaves him with more questions. “So, what does that mean?”

“I don’t know what it means,” she rushes to say, her tone tinged with irritation. It’s clear she’s as unsure as he is, but that only makes it harder for Lando to process her reaction.

He runs a hand over his face, his exasperation bubbling to the surface. “I’m just trying to understand,” he says, his voice quieter but no less intense. “Because I've also tried.”

She looks directly at him now, her eyes narrowing slightly. “And?” she challenges in the same manner, her tone carrying just a hint of defiance.

“They weren't you,” says Lando, the truth of his statement hanging between them like a heavy anchor.

They remain silent after that.

She wants to ask him why — why he still cares, and why it hurts so much to be in the same space again after all they’ve been through. Nothing comes out, though; she already has the answer to that. They didn't break up because they stopped loving each other. They had both been too caught up in their own worlds to find any kind of balance. That broke them up.

He wants her to speak. He needs to hear her speak. To react. But when she says nothing in return, there is a brief second when he feels like giving up for good; he can't do anything if she's already made a decision. He knows how stubborn she is.

Lando nods to himself while getting up and start walking toward the exit, his thoughts all over the place.

The night air greets them with a quiet, cooling embrace as they step out of the club. Of course she follows, and she hates herself for that. But she can't help it — it's instinct. Like a magnetic force he's always had over her.

On the other hand, it's how they always communicated, through gestures and actions rather than words.

The soft click of her heels against the pavement gives Lando hope. He slows down so she can catch up, and then they walk side by side, without talking. The background noise of the city keeps them company, and by the time she decides to break the silence, he stops abruptly.

His voice sounds so small now, like a child asking his parents why can't he eat his chocolate bar before dinner.

“I know it feels so silly looking back,” says Lando, as though afraid to shatter the superficial peace between them. “We did so many things wrong, but I think we also did a lot of things right.”

She hesitates, her eyes dropping to the ground where a patch of light from a distant street light catches the edge of her shoe. Her arms fold tightly across her chest, while trying to look anywhere but at him.

“Yeah, breaking up was one of the right things,” she says thoughtfully, though her voice has a trace of bitterness behind it. “Before that, we tried so hard to make it work that we ended up burning each other alive.”

It's crazy how simple words can cause physical pain so quickly.

“Yet we're still here,” he reminds her. “Knowing what we know now, maybe we wouldn’t burn so fast this time. And isn’t it worth it, even if it only lasts for a little while? We were so happy at the start.”

That’s what he clings to. The laughter, the stolen moments, the way they fit together so effortlessly — she can’t argue with that. Their beginning was a beautiful dream, but it’s the nightmare that followed that keeps her guarded now, even though all she wants is to crack his ribcage open and slip inside him so they will never be apart again.

Her voice shakes as she tries her best to make him see her side, the memories spilling out like water breaking through a dam. “I had to put myself back together, Lando. Piece by piece. And I was all alone.” She forces herself to meet his gaze, finally, her eyes glassy with unshed tears. “Turns out, our friends were actually your friends, and I had to go through the worst breakup of my life with no one by my side. I had to move, I had to build an entire life from pretty much nothing. And I had to do everything alone, because I didn’t just lose you. I lost everything the moment I made you the center of my universe.”

Her words knock the air out of his lungs, guilt clawing at his insides. “Look, I know I should have been there,” says Lando, his voice barely steady. “Fuck me. I wasn’t supposed to let you go in the first place, alright? I should’ve been a better boyfriend, and I should’ve fought harder to make it work, using what we had then. But you did fuck with my head, and I thought being away would help.”

The first tear spills down her cheek, and she wipes it away hastily, as if she could erase the vulnerability altogether.

“It did help,” she agrees. “I know I can live without it now.”

Lando freezes for a split second, then stepping dangerously closer to her. “So, you’ll be fine if we stay broken up?” he asks, his voice almost a whisper.

She nods, but it’s shaky. And when she takes a step back, trying to put distance between them, Lando decides he gave her enough space. Fuck that. He's not thinking anymore, not with his brain, at least. He closes the distance again, his hands finding her waist and pulling her close in one swift motion.

It’s impulsive, desperate even. But he doesn’t care. The moment he feels her presence in his personal space, the fire he’s tried to smother for months, roars back to life, more powerful than ever. And just like that, everything it's right again. The way her body fits against his, the familiarity of it all, makes his heart race in his chest.

“Stop being so fucking stubborn, baby,” he murmurs into her hair, his voice cracking under the weight of his own desperation. “Why can’t we at least try, hm? You told me it was too soon for someone else. Maybe it’s because it’s supposed to be me.”

Her breath catches at the sudden closeness, at the rawness of his voice. She's unsure of what to do with her hands, until they hover awkwardly by his shoulders.

“You're not fair,” she whispers, her voice slightly trembling. “You can’t just accidentally waltz back into my life and say things like that.”

“I don’t give a flying fuck about being fair,” he says, his voice firm. “I just want us back. Simple as that.”

Her tears blur the edges of Lando's face when she tries to push him away, but his grip won't let her. Not this time.

“It's not that simple, and you know it,” she says. “We’ll only end up hurting each other again.”

“Then we hurt, so what?” he counters, his voice soft but sure. “At least we’ll know we tried until there wasn't anything worth fighting for. I'm not done with you, baby. Are you?”

Her hands finally move, trembling as they brush against his cheeks. They're not as soft as they use to be, his little facial hair scratching slightly at the pads of her fingers. The connection sends a jolt through them both as her touch lingers, trailing up to his hair. She pulls at his cap with both hands, placing it on her own head with a weak smile.

“It’s longer than you used to wear it,” she notices, her tears catching the street lights.

Lando’s heart clenches, managing to shoot a small smile in return, “I thought maybe I’d try growing it out. Do you like it?”

“I love it,” she admits as she tries to messily style his hair with her fingers. “It suits you.”

For a little while, they’re trapped in their own bubble. Her touch feels like home, and all Lando can think of is that he can't lose it again.

“I’m not asking you to decide now,” he finally says, his thumbs tracing soft circles on her waist. “I just need to know I’m not the only one still holding on.”

TWENTY MINUTES LATER, they're stumbling into her apartment. She knows it's reckless, and she's basically throwing away five months of progress, but it wasn't going to last, anyway.

Addictions are very hard to keep under control, especially when they have curly, dark hair and give you bed eyes.

“This way,” she says, her lips swollen from kissing all the way to her door.

Lando doesn’t have time to adjust, his head already spinning with hundreds of scenarios that fly tirelessly through his mind. However, the only thing that captivates him at the moment is her, and the way her fingers curl into the waistband of his jeans. She tugs him closer, her lips crashing onto his once again, their breaths blending in a frantic exchange of need and uncertainty.

He watches her fumbling with the buttons of his shirt, her movements clumsy but determined. His heart reaches his throat, swallowing hard, as his hands move from her waist to his belt, blindly unbuckling it before tossing it carelessly aside. The sound of leather hitting the floor barely registers over the erratic, overlapping rhythm of them kissing.

Then, he sees it. The spark in her eyes she used to have when she looked at him — it catches him off guard, giving him hope. He follows her as she moves slowly, her back toward the bed, her movements precise, like a cat's. She lies down, propping herself up on her elbows, while he takes cautious steps closer, his shirt hanging open to reveal his chest and toned abs.

But just as he leans forward, her high heel presses lightly against his chest, stopping him.

Lando freezes, his hands bracing on either side of her foot, tracing his palm up and down her leg, as his eyes dart up to meet hers.

“You can look,” she says, catching a glimpse of confusion in his eyes. “But for now, no touching.”

He frowns, clenching his jaw at her request. It would make sense for her to bring him to her place only to torture him, but she can't be that heartless. Right? The sight of her, stretched out on the bed with her foot holding him at bay, is almost too much to handle already.

“You're not fair,” he mutters under his breath, a ghost of a smile tugging at the corner of his mouth.

“I don't give a flying fuck about being fair,” she repeats his words from earlier, her foot staying firm against his chest.

The power is in her hands, and she's planning on using them properly tonight.

“No touching,” she repeats, determined.

Lando's hands fall at his sides.

Slowly, she slides her foot down, letting it drag across his chest, making a quick stop on his lower abdomen before settling on the bed. Her gaze locks onto his, a daring glint in her eyes as she spreads her legs, revealing the black lace panties. The dress she's wearing lifts up her thighs of its own accord, leaving Lando chocking on air for a brief moment. His lips part as she trails her fingers down her own body, teasing herself the way she’s done countless nights before.

Nights when he wasn’t there.

Nights when she was alone, chasing a high only his touch could give her.

“Wanna see how I got through five months without you?” she asks, her hands traveling way down, hooking her fingers to pull at the soft material.

His breath hitches, the sight of her undressing before him so painfully slowly making his chest ache with longing and guilt.

“I thought of you,” she continues, letting a small whimper out when the soft lace peels off with a little resistance from her already soaked pussy. “Your hands, your mouth… the way you sound when you're turned on,” she discards the panties at the foot of the bed, her breath catching in her throat as she glances at him through her lashes. “Such a delicious combination between your sleepy voice and that low octave you hit when you're drunk.”

Lando’s mouth goes dry, his hands twitching at his sides, itching to lean over and collect the material off the floor to stuff it into his pocket as a souvenir. He’s never felt so powerless and yet so utterly consumed by someone before.

“Will you let me?” she asks, her lips curving into a smile that’s equally wicked and vulnerable, “Show you?”

Her name leaves Lando’s lips in a protest while he takes an instinctive step forward, but she stops him with her foot once again. It’s a punishment, and he knows it. She’s showing him exactly what he missed, and exactly how she wanted him for so long.

Lando's breath is shallow, his chest rising and falling as he watches her. Helpless. His every nerve is tuned to her, eyes following how her fingers slide so easily between her folds, spreading the wetness as she teases her hole. Of course she’s taking her time with it, only to make sure he registers every tiny detail, just in case he forgot.

Her head tilts to the side with a quiet gasp when she pushes slowly inside. The sound of her wet entrance is enough to make his knees weak, still, his body turns to stone.

On the other hand, his heart is a mess of pride and frustration — pride that she still feels comfortable to be this vulnerable and open in front of him, frustration that he has to see her like this, untouchable. That's why he's not even blinking, too afraid he'll miss a thing.

She starts to gently rock her hips against the bed, fucking her fingers in and out, her body trembling as her whimpers fill the room. It's too much for Lando, but luckily, she didn't say anything about moving. His legs finally give out, and he falls to his knees, the sound of his breath ragged and uneven as he gets closer to her.

Yes, she's in charge — for now, at least — but he can't stop his words slipping out. Quiet, yet demanding.

“Slower,” he says, fixing his eyes on the way her fingers slide over her clit. “Don't rush it, please. I want to see all of you.”

Her gaze meets his, and for a moment, neither of them says anything else. She sees the vulnerability etched into his features, the way his body betrays him, shaking with restraint, completely at her mercy.

He looks like a man unmoored, defeated. So beautiful.

“Lando…” she breaths heavily, her back arching against her own hand, that flattered slightly at his words, a blush creeping up her neck and cheeks.

She hates how much he still affects her, obeying him without questioning his ways. Like no time has passed whatsoever.

When they make eye contact again, it's like they silently agree to go with it; whatever tonight will bring.

“That's is,” says Lando with satisfaction as she resumes her movements. “You gorgeous little thing. So beautiful when you listen, yeah?”

She nods, feeling him leaning forward just slightly, close enough that she can feel his warmth on her skin, without him touching her in any way. The air feels electric, her breath stuttering as she keeps fucking up her fingers under Lando's careful guidance. He watches every motion, his jaw tightening, ignoring the ache in his boxers the moment she finds her sweet spot, crying at how good it feels. She tries to muffle the moan, but Lando catches the hesitation, his eyes narrowing in her direction.

“No, let me hear you. Please, let me hear you,” he implores, exhaling sharply. “God, you're perfect. I could watch you forever.”

Lando can't help but notice how receptive she becomes at his words, her body tightening at the way he's praising her. As a result, she presses her fingers harder onto her clit, feeling the pressure building inside.

“Mhm, Lan…”

“I'm with you, baby. Keep going,” he encourages her, his gaze fixating on the slickness dripping between her legs. “Fucking hell. You're already so close, aren't you?”

It's like every word gets caught in her throat, and the only way she can reply to him is with a pathetic, desperate whimper.

In hindsight, she's never came from her fingers so quickly before, but the wave that’s hitting her from every direction right now is too intense to process right away.

It happens too fast, and the next thing she's aware of is Lando's voice, bringing her back.

“Please,” she hears him beg, managing to give him a slight nod of her head in return.

In that moment, the lights go out. Even so, Lando wants to be patient, as his index finger lightly brushes against her warmth. She exhales, giving up control, her gaze locked on him as if he is the only one that ever knew her. Meticulous, Lando traces his long, rough finger through her wetness, causing a shock to run through her whole body as it moves up and down her clit.

She thought she already crossed her limit, but then he leans down to press his mouth on her — deliberately, unapologetically, thirsty.

Lando lets out a deep, guttural groan that reverberates against her, causing her hips to twitch slightly. His tongue is wet and warm on her pulsating clit, leaving her breathless while he tastes her like it's the last time.

“My sweet, sweet baby,” he whispers, his voice intimate and personal, the words enveloping her in layers and layers of honey.

Feeling his warm breath on her center causes a surge of tension within her, making her walls tighten as his tongue explores within. He can't help but smile just as she leans into him, her body responding naturally, and he grips her thighs, closing the remaining gap between them. At that, she instantly buries her fingers in his curls, her hips mimicking his head movements.

“Oh, fuck,” she exhales abruptly.

The rest is pure bliss — his tongue licking in deep strokes, his muffled moans between her thighs, and the way he can’t seem to let go of her, gripping her tightly because he’s been deprived of her taste for so long.

Just for a brief second, Lando raises his head and, as his gaze remains fixed on her eyes, his mouth sucks gently at her clit. She's never seen him so desperate before, the sight of him owning her like that covering her entire body in chills.

Gradually, his kisses become way too powerful, which forces her to quickly grab his messy curls and pull him closer, unable to control herself anymore.

Without any warning, she screams his name as her climax hits her like a tidal wave for the second time in a row.

His growling makes her thighs quiver in his grasp, the vibrations intensifying her pleasure as her body convulses with each new sensation, while Lando’s tongue continues licking her during every heartbeat and shiver.

Next time she looks at him, his lips shine, his cheeks are red, and his gaze so intense that it causes her heart to skip a beat, creating a connection that seems more profound than any physical sensation she's just experienced.

He didn’t try to give her the best she’s ever had, but attempt to remind her how well he knows her body — to show her she still belongs to him.

“You’re so pretty,” says Lando, keeping his eyes on her, while he presses one finger back inside her cunt to test how thight she is after her second orgasm.

“Lando,” she spits his name at the unexpected touch, still too sensitive, “What… are you doing?” she gasps softly, a mixture between a sigh and a moan, when Lando's finger pulls out and glides across her wet, delicate clit once again.

“What do you think I’m doing?” Lando murmurs against her thigh, his voice low and reverent.

He grins in her direction, while his thumb circles her clit with precise intention, like a wheel gripping the perfect racing line. Sure of himself, Lando continues his movements, realizing how overstimulated she is, as he gets up to hover above her. Her hips buck instinctively into his hand, a jolt of reaction she can’t control.

Seeing Lando on top makes her react on instinct, wrapping one arm around his neck, while the other hand travels down his chest. The heat pooling in her stomach rises fast, an apex she didn’t expect to reach so soon. It’s intoxicating, her body spiraling as her mind blanks out the world beyond him.

“Lan—” she gasps, her back arching as if trying to escape, though every fiber of her betrays that she wants more.

“Come on, baby,” he says, increasing the pace. “You can give me one more. You're doing so well, I know you can,” his voice is a blend of dominance and desire, while his fingers press into her, knowing exactly where to go and how to bend, “Like that, see? So easy for me to read you. I could fuck my fingers into your pretty hole all night long and you'd still come for me every single time, wouldn't you, baby?”

Shaking, she clings to his neck, crying out his name in spasms. He loops his free arm around her, gently kissing her cheek — a gesture so tender and innocent that makes her heart grow ten times in size.

She grips his shoulder with one hand, her eyes closing in pleasure. “I can’t—” she chokes, the words tumbling out between ragged breaths.

In an attempt to get her power back, she tries to push at his wrist, but his arm steadies her, determined.

“Of course you can, love,” says Lando, his voice a gentle command, the firmness in his tone like a driver refusing to lift his foot off the pedal, curious to see how far he can take it.

Her hand clenches around his arm as his thumb presses against her clit with ruthless precision. She reacts on instinct, muscles coiling tight as she bucks against his hand, not sure what controls her body anymore, since her brain got disconnected long ago. The slik rhythm of Lando's fingers becomes too much, and she knows she's close when he starts curling them inside at the perfect angle.

“La— Fuck, baby, that feels so good,” her voice is a high-pitched cry now, laced with desperation. “I’m going—”

“I know, baby. So pretty. Look at you, making such a mess for me,” he urges, leaning in to kiss her neck.

Her body tightens as pleasure explodes within her, blinding and all-consumming — a full-throttle sensation, unrelenting in its intensity. She sobs his name as liquid warmth spills from her pussy, coating Lando’s fingers. He doesn’t stop there, though, his hand continuing its pace, coaxing every last wave of her climax as his arm holds her securely against him.

“God, I've missed you.”

When her breathing slows down, he falls down on top of her, burying his head in the crook of her neck. Her legs shake slightly, and her fingers curl weakly into his bare chest as he cradles her close.

Lando presses a tender kiss against her temple, his voice filling the quiet. “It wasn’t acciedntal,” he confesses.

She blinks rapidly, tilting her head to look at him, confused, “What?”

“Earlier,” Lando clarifies, “You said I was accidentally waltzing back into your life — it wasn’t accidental,” he repeats.

“What do you mean?”

Lando places a few more kisses on the heated skin of her neck, sucking in a couple of bruises, the gesture meant to buy himself more time for the storm raging in his head to stop.

“Lando,” she pulls him out of it.

“Been trying to figure out how to do this for a while. I just… couldn’t stay away from you anymore,” he admits, looking up at her, his eyes pleading. “I had Max playing detective while I was away.”

She pushes him off her to sit up on the bed, pulling at the edges of her dress. “Seriously, what?” her tone is not defensive — at least not yet — but there’s a sharpness to it that cuts into him.

“No, I didn’t mean it like that,” he rushes to explain, “Look, I didn’t stalk you or anything. Nor Max,” he continues, getting up to stand next to her. “I didn’t even know where you lived until you brought me here. I swear.”

She wraps her arms around her own body, needing something to ground herself, “What did you do, Lando?” the girl asks, her voice quieter now.

He swallows, “I just asked him to check in on you. To see if you were okay.”

“And how did he do that?”

“He saw you tagged in a pic on this girl's account, and then did some research on the people you were with, paid some dudes to find out if their records were clean—” he starts chuckling when her fist hits his shoulder, playfully, but still with intent.

“Don’t be a dick,” she warns, her smile giving away the fact that she’s still amused by his immature sense of humor.

“I just… didn’t want to simply appear out of nowhere if you were happy. If you’d moved on,” Lando continues, his tone more serious now. “But when he told me you seemed like you hadn’t, I couldn’t keep pretending like I was fine. I'm really not.”

His honesty was always a breath of fresh air, but now it's suffocating. Hearing him admitting he's not okay, implying that she's the reason why, is simply heartbreaking.

Her arms drop slowly to her sides, her fingers gripping the edge of the bed, “Why now, Lando? And why not text or call?”

He scoffs, “Can you look me in the eye and tell me honestly that you would have picked up if I called? Especially given how we left things?”

She cups Lando’s chin in the palm of her hand, forcing him to look at her, “I'll always pick up if it's you.”

The admission makes his chest tighten.

Lando shakes his head, “I promise I’ve tried,” he says, “God, I’ve fucking tried. I threw myself into everything, and nothing worked. Racing, training, sim sessions, going out with the guys — no matter what I did, I was constantly thinking of you. Every night out felt wrong because I wasn’t coming home to you. And I know home is such a vague word for me, because I’m mostly away, but you made every single place feel like home, and that's why it didn't matter where I was at the time. I just needed… need you in ways I can't nor want to explain.”

His confession makes her head spin. The breakup had been difficult for her, but she hadn’t considered how Lando had handled the past five months. All along, she had assumed he wouldn’t miss her — that his life, always on the road and consumed by his own pursuits, was too busy to notice the absence of one small, insignificant detail: her.

She's now realizing how wrong she had been to think that way.

“So…?” she finally asks. “Do you think a few orgasms later can mend what was broken five months ago?”

“What? No, of course not,” he says firmly, leaning forward, his elbows digging into his thighs. “I swear, all I wanted to do tonight was talking to you. I didn’t plan on getting to this point, but I can’t say I’m mad about it,” says Lando, taking her hand in his, brushing his thumb over her knuckles. “You still want me,” she shoots Lando a rapid look, studying his face, “Just like I want you. I see it, I feel it. Baby, I know it.”

Her heart pounds in her chest, the sincerity in his voice cutting through her defenses like a hot knife through butter. She wants to be angry, to accuse him of being selfish, but the truth is, she isn’t. Maybe it’s foolish to believe him, but one thing Lando never did was lie to her. He did worse, yes, but he never lied.

“Lando...” she starts, but her voice trails off, wishing her head would stop spinning so she could think.

“I know I hurt you,” he continues, his voice softer now, “You hurt me. We hurt each other. But we're too good together not to find a way to make it work.”

She doesn’t respond immediately, her mind racing with memories of their past — the good, especially the bad, and everything else in between. Her fingers toy with the fabric of her dress, her eyes flickering between his face and the floor. The room is heavy with silence and, just for a moment, she lets herself believe that maybe, just maybe, they could find each other again.

Otherwise, if it's meant to fall apart, then let it happen with them gasping for air, tangled together, connected in every way imaginable.

THE MORNING SUN filters shyly through the curtains, soft and golden, spilling across the bed where Lando stirs awake. He’s all alone, the sheets around him rumpled from where she had slept. He blinks up at the ceiling, a little disoriented. Then, he hears the faint sound of running water and realizes she’s in the shower. It makes him feel like everything went back to normal, but he can't be sure of what's going to happen next. He can only speculate and hope, but nothing more than that.

The quiet is interrupted by the persistent buzz of his phone on the nightstand. He reaches for it, still groggy from sleep, scrolling through a handful of texts from last night — banter in the group chat, some Instagram notifications, a few missed calls; nothing too important to catch his eye. He places the phone back on the smooth surface carelessly, and his hand knocks over something solid in the process.

Frowning, he sits up to put it back in its place, and that’s when he sees it — a framed picture of them, taken during a rare quiet weekend in Monaco over a year ago, right at the beginning of their relationship. She looked so happy back then, caught mid-laugh as Lando was gazing at her with an expression so tender that it makes his chest ache now. The weight of the memory hits him harder than he expects, pulling him fully awake.

The sound of the bathroom door opening makes him turn, and he puts the frame back quickly. However, it's enough for her to catch his sudden movement, her eyes flicking to the photo and back to him.

Her cheeks flush a deep pink. “I meant to put that away,” she rushes to say, pulling the towel tighter around her body like it might shield her from the embarrassment.

“Carlos took this one,” his voice is soft, as his eyes shift back to the frame. He picks it up again, turning it in his hands. “You asked me why didn't I call, but… why didn't you call?”

She laughs dryly, crossing the space to take the frame from his hand and placing it face down on the nightstand. She sits down next to him, shrugging.

“And tell you what, Lando? That I couldn’t stop thinking about you even though you broke my heart?” she asks, shaking her head, the embarrassment turning into something closer to frustration. “It’s just a stupid picture, anyway. We barely knew each other when it was taken.”

“It’s not stupid,” he contradicts her vehemently. His hand reaches out tentatively, brushing against her soft forearm. “It's nice to know I wasn’t completely crazy for hoping you felt the same.”

Her lips part like she wants to say something, but no words come out. The towel slips slightly, and she clutches it tighter, her defenses crumbling under the weight of his hungry eyes.

“Lando…”

“Leave it there, yeah?” he says, pointing at the picture. “Facing your side of the bed, preferably.”

Seeing her suddenly deep in thought, Lando grabs her wrist and gently pulls her onto his lap, his thumb lightly brushing against her silky skin.

She looks at him, her emotions warring on her face. “If it makes me look less pathetic, it was face down most of the time.”

Lando laughs, his hands finding her waist, then her hips, steadying her on his lap, “I love you,” he says it casually, but it still freezing the blood in her veins.

Her fingers fly towards his mouth to cover his lips, “Don't,” she warns.

“You know I do. I was serious last night. You don't have to decide anything right now, but I'm not going anywhere. It sucks we needed to hurt for a while, we're both at fault, but I never stopped loving you,” he repeats.

“You're so unfair.”

“Don't care, say it back,” he teases, digging his fingers into her skin to tickle her sides.

She starts giggling, “Don't you dare.”

His grin widens, “Or what?” he asks playfully as her hands fly to his, trying to fend him off.

“Lando, I'm serious. Stop it,” her laughter blends with his while he leans in closer, his lips brushing her ear.

“I need to hear it, baby. Please. Just say it back.”

“It back,” she chuckles, feeling his fingers tickling her so mercilessly that tears form in her eyes. Their laughter bubbles over, loud and uninhibited, until she collapses against him. “Okay, fine. Fine,” her breathy voice stops him in place, catching his attention. “I love you, Lando.”

A simple confession; he asked for it. But none of them expected it to hang that heavily between them. It's not a lie — not in the slightest — and Lando knows it.

“Enough to give us a second chance?” he asks.

Her breath catches at the sudden shift in his tone, and before she can reply, his thumb traces her cheek gently.

“I'm so scared,” she admits, leaning into his touch.

Lando sighs, understanding too well where she's coming from, “I know, baby. But I'm even more afraid of losing us again. Losing this…”

His hand slides down her chest, tracing the curve of her breasts. With a gentle movement, he tugs at the corner of her towel, letting it drip smoothly down her body. Patiently, he runs his hands down her waist, moving back up to her chest as they leave goosebumps in their wake. Hungry, his hands rest on her breasts, squeezing them lightly until he feels her nipples in his palms, and she drops her head on his shoulder, whimpering softly.

Memories of last night make her body shudder, feeling the heat between her legs intensifying. Following his lead, her fingers start tugging at the waistband of his boxers, until they slip low on his hips.

Lando moves one hand around her neck, pulling her in for a kiss. He groans against her mouth, his breath hot and ragged, before breaking their connection long enough to kick the boxers aside.

Skin on skin, their bodies align like two puzzle pieces.

She hovers over him, his hands on either side of her, “I wanna take care of you,” he speaks softly, closing his eyes when her forehead rests against his. “Please, let me take care of you.”

There’s a vulnerability in his tone that twists something deep inside her. She's just learned how to be independent again. She can't throw all of it away. She can't let herself slip.

She can't.

“Okay,” she whispers, her voice steady despite the storm raging within her.

Her answer is all that Lando needs to hear. His lips crash back onto hers as he swaps their positions, lowering her onto the bed, his body pressing against hers, warm and solid. And so very real. Every touch, every kiss, every whispered word feels like a promise, a vow that he won’t let her slip through his fingers again.

And then, Lando takes control — not the type of dominance he's used to when he steers his car. It's more like devotion; his hands map her body all over again, like a driver learning every twist and turn of a new circuit, his lips following the trail his fingers blaze.

She arches into his touch, responding to him in ways she thought she’d forgotten.

But the body remembers.

And the remembering is, oh, so good.

Last night was just the warm-up, she reckons — an act meant to remind both of them how well they fit together. Lando was gentle, kind, and patient. But now, she sees the shift in him.

His eyes are darker, filled with lust, his touch greedier. She can't help but smile when she realizes that the Lando she knows all too well — the one who’s needy, insatiable, and unrelenting in his desire for her — is still there, and so ready to show off.

Her skin tingles in anticipation as she watches him, knowing exactly what he wants. And for once, she wants it just as much. Maybe even more, considering how her body is acting independently from her brain.

She wants him to give her everything, to burn through her until she’s left gasping and wet and ruined, and she’s ready to meet his hunger with her own.

But before that, “We're not done talking,” she tells him, breathing heavily against his mouth.

“Yeah, we'll talk. Stay with me and we'll talk all you want, baby.”

She wants to protest, but her air gets knocked out of her lungs and her fingernails sink into his shoulders when Lando nudges the head of his cock up and down her slit to collect the wetness. With a gentle kiss on her jaw, she closes her eyes, tracing her fingers down his arms as he pushes inside.

They both exhale, relieved that they're back where they belong.

Talking can wait.

Lando's hands grip her waist just as he pulls out, only to push back in, all the way to the hilt in one slow, but hard thrust. The feeling is almost too much for her, which is ridiculous since he just started moving. But she feels so full, and the sounds he lets out only make her open up for him even more.

“Wait, wait,” she can barely recognize her own voice, stopping Lando when their hips touch together.

She can't explain it, but she needs it.

“What's wrong?”

She looks down between their bodies, confusing Lando even more. “I…,” she begins, but she's not sure how she's supposed to voice her need.

“It's okay, you can tell me,” he assures her, bringing his hand to cup her face in his palm, tracing his thumb over her cheek.

“I—need a second to feel you,” she explains, pushing his hand away only to trace her palms over her face.

Lando chuckles, “Baby, don't hide from me. You're driving me fucking mad when you're blushing.”

“I'm not blushing,” she contradicts him, raising her hips against his, her walls hugging him tighter with every move.

“No?” whispers Lando roughly as if he lost his voice. “God, you're perfect. So good, so fucking sweet and perfect around me, baby.”

Her legs tighten around his waist, keeping him inside, while one hand moves to his lower back to push him against her even more. There is no physical space left between them, but she still wants more. It only makes Lando's cock throb inside her pussy, giving her a few more seconds to adjust to his length before he pulls all the way out and slides back, searching for the perfect pace.

“Fuck, Lando,” she whines, burying her fingers into his hair, tugging at the roots.

“Yes, I know,” agrees Lando, his eyes flicking over her face. His insides tighten at the sight of her parting her lips in pleasure, her breathing hot and irregular. “You're so beautiful from this angle.”

“Shut up,” she cuts him off, which makes Lando chuckle again.

“Why would I?” he asks, leaning closer to her ear, while thrusting a couple more times before pausing. “You look like a fucking goddess taking my cock so well.”

She squeezes her eyes shut at the sound of his voice, low and raspy, rocking her hips to find that sweet friction against her walls again.

“Keep,” she whines, “Keep going, then. Let me have it.”

Lando presses his lips on hers at the same time he resumes his movements, his hands roaming all over her body.

“You can have my cock, baby,” he groans into her hair. “All yours.”

She nods, wrapping her fingers around his biceps, “Yeah?”

“Promise you,” says Lando.

After that, he picks up pace, both falling into an agonizing rhythm. All this time, she had thought that familiarity might dull the edge of being with Lando, that knowing his moves would make it predictable and boring, maybe even ordinary.

Somehow, it’s the exact opposite.

It’s because she knows him, and he knows her so well, that every touch feels ecstatic, every kiss charged with meaning. He doesn’t need to guess what she likes; he already knows how to unravel her, how to leave her trembling and breathless. And she knows exactly what will make his breath hitch, how to draw out that low, desperate groan that ignites her own fire.

In a way, every time feels like the first, but it's always much better, because they know how to make each other fall apart like no one else can.

“Please,” she gasps, breathing wetly in his shoulder. “Harder.”

One thing about Lando, he's always been good at listening. Without thinking twice, he tightens his grip on her hips, fucking his cock inside her harder and faster than before. In an instant, her ears are blessed with the way his moans sound.

“God, I've missed fucking my pretty girl like this,” says Lando, his hands moving on her thighs to spread her more so he can slide in faster. “It's never like this, baby, fuck.”

Being with Lando is chaos, the kind of beautiful, consuming chaos that leaves everything around them in shambles. They are loud and messy, and everything is sweaty and wet and sticky. He kisses her like he’s starving, touches her like he’s desperate to memorize every inch of her skin, and she matches his fervor, meeting him with the same wild energy that pulls them under. Together.

“Lando,” she spits his name out of her mouth in short spasms. “Lando, Lan… Lando.”

It's almost like a cry for help, but she doesn't need saving. Not when he's fucking her so good, slamming against her over and over again, until the outside world fades away and all she remembers is his name.

“Lando,” she whimpers again.

“Keep me in, love. Like that,” she can barely hear him over the sound of skin slapping on skin. “Fuck. You're taking me so well, I won't stop fucking you, baby. I won't—”

She sucks in a breath of air, her body buzzing with pleasure. Wrapping her arms around his torso, she can feel how hot and sweaty his chest is. She moves with him for a couple more thrusts before she lets go, the sound of Lando fucking in and out of her while she comes so obscene that it makes her eyes roll.

“I'll never get tired of seeing you coming like that,” says Lando, pinning her to the bed, his cock feeling so fucking good inside of her that it makes him see stars. “So fucking hot, baby.”

Her nails scratch the skin of his back as her pussy clenches around his length, forcing another hiss out of Lando's mouth.

“Don't stop,” she manages to say, even though she feels her throat raw.

“Ah, look at you, now. Being so good for me,” says Lando with a smirk, tugging at the corner of his mouth. “Letting me have my way with you when you're sore and spent. And so wet, baby, you're dripping all around my cock. Fucking hell.”

Lando's jaw clenches, a visible battle playing out in his face as his breath hitches. She feels him moving deeper, hitting the sweet spot inside her, sending ripples of pleasure through her body with every thrust.

“Yes—fuck. Don't stop,” she repeats.

His eyes widen as he tries to hold on for as long as he can, but it's hard when he flashes his eyes in her direction and catches her already looking. It doesn't take long for him to realize there's a replica to her first orgasm. He nods, without saying anything else, bringing his hand up to her neck. She places hers on top of his, not to push it away, but to let it rest there as a sign that it's fine to claim her if that's what Lando needs.

And that's enough for him to lose it.

“Baby,” he breaths out, fucking her slopply, any sense of order dissolving under the weight of their eye contact.

She arches into him, her fingers trembling as they rise to cup his face.

“Keep your eyes on me,” she demands, her voice a desperate need.

She pictured that face thousands of times in the past months, but nothing compares to this. Lando groans at the command, his hooded gaze staying on hers. The intensity of his expression nearly undoes her again — his pupils blown wide, lips parted as he lets out s string of cuss words.

“That's it, pretty boy,” she whispers, her thumb brushing over his cheek as he moves inside her, his pace faltering for just a moment before he snaps back into thay sloppy rhythm, chasing his release. “Want to see you when you let go.”

She barely finishes her sentence when his orgasm crashes over him like a tsunami; no one would be able to even tell where she begins and where he ends.

Lando looks so beautiful and wrecked, and she drinks in every second of his surrender.

Beautiful, beautiful, beautiful.

When his features soften, she sees how vulnerable he is, and it leaves her breathless.

Satisfied and content, her fingers still trace his face, wanting to remember the exact way he looks in this moment, when he is completely hers.

Unable to support his weight, Lando collapses on top of her, feeling his body as light as a feather, which is so far from the truth. But she doesn't mind; she loves the feeling, actually. She loves the heaviness, and the way he keeps his cock tucked deep inside her, wet and softening slowly, not allowing his cum to leak out of her.

Descending back down from their high, the only sounds in the room are their slowing breaths and the soft rustle of the sheets. It's hard not to notice the weight of reality when it begins to creep in around the edges.

She lies beneath him, her fingers lazily tracing patterns on his back, but her mind is miles away.

“When are you leaving?” she finally asks, her voice barely above a whisper.

Lando tenses for a moment, then shifts to lie beside her, propping his head on his hand to look at her. The vulnerability in her eyes twists something deep inside him.

She swallows hard, suddenly flooded by all the reasons they had fought, all the late nights filled with misunderstandings and misaligned priorities. She remembers all the reasons why they broke up, and thinking how bad of an idea this has been. Because, how can she let go of him again, without feeling like she'll be losing both her head and heart in the process.

“On Tuesday,” says Lando softly. “But not how you think.”

Her brow furrows in confusion as she turns to face him. “What do you mean?”

Lando leans over, his hand caressing her cheek as he gathers his thoughts.

“I’ve been thinking about us for months. Since you left, actually,” he begins, his voice low and deliberate. “I had a lot of time, and I managed to figure out why it didn’t work before, why I couldn’t give you what you deserved. So… I’ve talked to the team.”

She almost stops breathing, her eyes widening in his direction while she waits for him to continue. Months ago, she would've die to have this conversation, and now that it happens, she doesn't know how to behave.

“I'm working on a schedule. To have more time for us,” Lando explains.

Her heart skips a beat. “You’d do that?”

“For us,” he repeats, his voice firm. “I can’t keep pretending I’m okay without you. I don't want to be okay without you, it's stupid. And I don’t want to keep coming back here, hoping for a second chance, only to mess it up again. I want to get it right this time.”

She stares at him, not knowing what to do with that information. This is not the Lando she knows. The recklessness and impulsivity got replaced by caution and planning the steps ahead. It's new, and exciting, and it makes her tear up.

“And what if it still doesn’t work?” she asks, her voice small.

He leans closer, his forehead touching hers. “It will.”

His tone is so definitive that she can't say anything else, letting the silence stretch between them as she searches Lando's face for any sign of hesitation.

There’s none.

“How... did you actually know where to find me last night?”

Lando smirks, studying her face with half-closed eyes, bringing his hand to her jaw. “That friend of yours posted on her story. Honestly, I didn’t know you were going to be there. But I hoped.”

She shakes her head, scoffing, “Stalker behavior.”

Lando shrugs nonchallantly, “I just happened to be nearby,” he chuckles.

“Lucky me,” she says, tracing the contour of his nose with her finger, stopping on his jaw.

“Lucky us,” he corrects, pulling her in for another kiss.

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