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[f1goat]

kinda hot tho ; lando norris + part two

In which your brother has the most awful new teammate, but you keep finding yourself closer and closer to him. It's only sex - right?

lando norris x fem!verstappen reader trigger warnings: offensive language | player!lando | smut (eventually) | not proofread

a/n: this story is based on another story of mine (his teammate), in the beginning it'll have a lot of similarities, later on this will become less.

4.5k words

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Lando can’t withhold a small smile when he notices you standing at the bar in the same nightclub he’s standing in right now. There’s one reason for his smile to disappear. The fact that your brother is standing right now to you and seems to be complaining about him. When he sees you looking around instead of trying to gain the attention of the bartender, he’s pretty sure that he’s right. He lets out a soft sigh and tries to figure out a way to talk to you. After this afternoon, he can’t seem to forget about you. 

“He’s here,” your brother yells at you again. You get it now, but Max is a bit drunk and has the need to tell you everything twice. You’re quick to order another cocktail when the bartender finally looks at you. Only a minute later you’re holding it in your hand and take a small sip. The sweetness does you good. You look around again. This time you spot Lando directly. It causes you to take another bigger sip from your drink. 

Max is getting more annoyed. He’s blabbering about how his new teammate is even ruining his ‘off work’ evening like this. In the meantime you focus on Lando himself. He looks good. You haven’t seem him like this before. He’s dressed in a simple linnen blouse, which makes him look a bit more casual. Before you continue to look, Max is already getting angry again. 

“He’s coming closer,” Max complains. 

“Let’s go somewhere else Max,” you eventually say, “It’s probably better to ignore him.”

Lando does walk closer towards Max and you. It makes you nervous. You’re not in the mood for another argument. Max is already sending him angry glares, but that doesn’t scare Lando off. He keeps walking closer towards you two. 

“Max, let’s go,” you try again, but your brother is still glued to his spot. His eyes don’t leave Lando. This can’t be good. You grab Max his arm and try to pull him away. It’s no use. Max stays on his spot. “This will only bring trouble,” you sigh, “let’s get going.” Max still doesn’t budge.

It takes Lando a couple more seconds to get in front of you and your brother. Lando is focused on your dress while walking towards you. Fuck, it’s short. It makes him imagine what you’re hiding underneath. It also makes him want to poke out everyone else’s their eyes for seeing you like this as well. The white color does something to him as well. He never reacted to something a girl wore like this. It must be the innocent white color. It makes him wonder how innocent you are.

It’s probably one of the first times you see Lando without his RedBull clothing or dressed in a hoodie. Now that he’s almost in front of you, you take a better look at him then before. It annoys you how good he looks in that linnen blouse and those beige pants. You try to shake off the thoughts about his looks. You need to focus, you have no idea what Lando wants. You do however know that your brother will get mad about it.

“Hey princess,” Lando greets you. He doesn’t even look at Max.

That causes you to notice his plan rather quick. He’s using you to annoy Max. Fucking hell. You’re glad that you’ve told Max about what happened between Lando and you earlier today, otherwise Lando could have told him anything by now to make him mad. Not that Max looks pretty calm anyway.

“I told you not to call me that,” you tell Lando annoyed. 

“Oops,” he sarcastically states, “However, I don’t think we were done talking.”

Max scoffs softly, but he doesn’t say anything. He lets you handle this on your own, something your thankful for. 

“I think we were, or were you planning to apologize for how you behaved?” You ask Lando.

“Of course not,” Lando chuckles, “I don’t apologize.”

You notice the frustrated look on Max his face. It’s getting worse with the second. Or better said, it’s getting worse with every word Lando says. Lando however seems to enjoy himself. You let out a small sigh. This needs to stop. Max is going to blow up in no time if Lando continues to act like this.

“Then we have nothing to talk about,” you reply coldly to Lando. You need to end this conversation so you can take Max someplace else and enjoy your night again. Of course you know that Lando is just using you to make your brother more upset, so this really needs to stop.

“You said my dick is small princess,” Lando states, “and I’m still pretty upset about that.” You notice his jokingly tone, but you think Max won’t. Your brother does however let out a soft chuckle, “You said that?” He asks you. You answer him with a small nod. That seems to make Max laugh for a couple seconds. You’re glad that your brother is a bit more relaxed.

“That seems like your problem Norris,” you eventually reply with an annoyed tone. 

“I don’t want you to spread lies about me,” Lando accuses you as serious as he can manage right now. He knows that there’s nothing else then bullshit coming out of his mouth right now, but who can blame him? He wants to talk to you and this is the only subject he got. 

“As if I’m going to talk about you,” you sneer.

“We both know you will,” Lando replies casually.

“In your dreams,” you sigh back. This conversation is taking too long. Max is also back to sending angry glares to his teammate, which seems like a solid reason that you have to leave. 

“Wouldn’t you like that princess? Me dreaming about you..” Lando keeps pushing and pushing. Max is getting more annoyed. And this time, you’re getting more annoyed as well. Why is Lando so busy with using you to get to Max? 

“No,” you tell Lando, “I dream about having nothing to do with you.”

Lando is silent for a couple seconds. That gives you enough time to take Max his attention again. “Come on Max, let’s go,” you tell your brother while grabbing his arm. This time Max wants to join you as well. You both turn your backs towards Lando, finally walking away from him and this conversation. 

“I dream about you finding out how big it actually is.”

Fuck. Lando’s words send shivers down your spine, but that isn’t even what you’re worried about the most right now. His words are more then enough to make Max act on his annoyance right now. You notice the way Max is already balding his fists. You try to get his focus again and leave, but Lando continues to talk.

“So you can properly beg for it,” Lando continues.

That’s all Max needed. He turns back towards Lando and lunges himself onto his teammate. In no time Max has thrown his first punch into Lando’s face. You see how he hits Lando right on the nose. That’s going to look ugly for sure. Lando is quick to react to your brothers actions. He pushes Max off him and balls his fists as well. 

Maybe it’s the alcohol what causes you to react this slow, but you finally realize that you should do something. This needs to stop. When you look at the mess unfolding itself for your eyes again, you realize that you’re fucked. How are you going to stop this? In the mean time Lando and Max are all over each other. They’re both throwing punches around at each other. Lando’s nose is already bleeding. 

You try to grab Max his arm to stop him, but Max is quick to loosen himself from your grip. “Max!” You yell, “Stop!” Max doesn’t even respond to your screams. You take another look at Lando. This is so bad. His face is covered in his own blood. If anyone finds out about this, there will be so much trouble. You already imagine the headlines on the sport channels. Max pushes his arm backwards, trying to give himself a bit more strength, it causes him to hit you softly. He doesn’t notice. He’s too busy with getting Lando on the ground.

“Fucking idiot, you’re hurting her!” Lando yells angrily to your brother. 

Max looks at you. He sends you an apologetic look, you show him a small nod to tell him it’s fine. Lando uses the opportunity to stand up again so he can push your brother again. The small interaction from you and Max is quick to be forgotten. They are both going at it again. 

“Stop!” You continue to scream at them. You feel your throat getting hoarse in the mean time. This is taking too long. Where’s the security of this club? You continue to yell at the boys, but neither of them replies. They continue to fight. When you look around and finally see the security coming closer towards you, you let out a relieved sigh. They are quick to get your brother and Lando away from each other.

When Max is standing next to you again, he already looks a lot calmer then before. He explains his parts to the security guard, telling him all about Lando and his provoking. Eventually the security guard told him it was okay. 

Lando however seems to have a harder time with the security guards. You don’t know what happened exactly, but it’s one big mess. Lando is screaming at them and even pushing them away from himself. You’re not surprised when the security guards are taking him with them to another room. It’s a bad sight, you can only hope that this won’t come down to social media. Max is also looking at everything that goes down with Lando. Slowly he shakes his head. 

In the mean time Lando is still yelling at the security guards. Telling them they need to let go of him. It only makes them hold him better. 

Eventually Max takes you outside with him. The both of you aren’t in the mood to be at the club any longer or to watch Lando his mess even longer. When you take a couple seconds to look at Max, you’re glad to see that he’s okay. You can’t spot any physical damage. It causes you to let out a relieved sigh. You know that Lando is a different case, but that isn’t your problem - right? 

“What are they going to do with him?” You eventually ask Max. It looked kinda scary when the security guards took Lando with them. You wonder what will happen next. 

“I don’t know,” Max answers, “Normally they would just throw him out the club, but I guess he’s in a bit more trouble now because he tried to fight them.”

“So? Will they call the cops?” You continue to ask.

“I guess so? But it’s not our problem,” Max replies.

You let out a soft sarcastic chuckle. “I think it is Max,” you sigh when Max sends you a questioning look. “If Christian finds out, or gets called away to bail Lando out, the both of you’ll be in so much trouble,” you explain yourself, “And if the media is going to find out, it’ll be even worse. So I guess it’s not only Lando his problem, but also yours.”

“Fuck,” Max mutters, “What do we do now?”

It’s always a ‘we’ problem with Max. It wasn’t you who was fighting, so why would you be in problems? You let out a soft sigh. This time you don’t waste energy on telling Max that he needs to figure this out for himself. There’s a small idea already forming in your head. 

“We need to get him out,” you tell Max, “before they call the police or he makes things even worse.”

“How?” Max asks you.

You shrug. This is the hardest part. How are you going to get those security guards so far that they’ll let Lando leave? They are probably mad at him as well. When you look at your own dress again, you notice a small blood stain on the bottom. You curse softly. This was a new dress and now it’s probably ruined. The white color of your dress does make you think about something. Maybe you can use your own innocence to get Lando out of there?

“What if I figure out some sob story and try to get him out like that?” You ask Max, “I could act like he’s my boyfriend or something.” 

Max slowly nods. “Don’t really like it, but is there another plan?”

“Nope.”

“Just be careful, alright?” Max asks you. 

You show him a small nod and start to walk off. When you’re walking back inside the club, you think about letting Max handle his problems on his own next time. Lando has been nothing but a dick to you and now you’re going to help him? It doesn’t make any sense. You can only hope that the security guards will buy that he’s your boyfriend. You need to act really well for this to work. 

+++

“I’m so sorry about all this drama,” you say while looking as innocent and sad as you can manage right now. You’re standing in a small office that’s filled with a couple security guards and - thank god, with Lando. It didn’t took you too long to get inside this office, the problem is probably to get out together with your so called boyfriend Lando. Who is looking rather angrily at you right now. Doesn’t he notice that you’re here for him? That you’re doing this for him? You can only think of one person who would be this ungrateful. Fucking Lando. 

“This is all my fault,” you continue with your sob story. 

“This was your fault?” One of the security guards asks you confused, “You weren’t the one fighting? And certainly not the one who tried to fight with us.”

“I know,” you say, “but I’m so sorry about everything that happened. This is all because of me.” You make sure to blink a bit more to give them the impression that you’re fighting against tears. You even wipe away a non existed tear while still making eye contact with the security guard in front of you. 

“Explain it,” the security guard orders you. 

Lando feels himself getting ready to fight those security guards all over again. The way they are all staring at you. The way that ‘main’ guy is ordering you. He can think about multiple reasons to fight them again. Mainly because they keep checking you out.

You however are ready for the most important fase of your plan. This is it. Now you really need to act like you mean it. You nod slowly at the security guard. You don’t want to say those words, but you have no other option right now. Lando is still looking angrily at everyone around him. This time you try to get eye contact with him. You don’t dare to look at the others right now, you’re too afraid that they’ll catch your lie by your nervous looks. 

“Lando is my boyfriend,” you state. Lando his earlier angry look is quickly replaced by a confused one. You try to communicate to him that he needs to play along, but you don’t think you can message him that without using words. Still, his confused look is replaced by a more normal one. “And the guy who was fighting him, that’s my brother,” you continue to explain. 

“They don’t like each other,” you go further with your explanation, “and that’s why we kept our relationship a secret. It pained me so much, but we thought this was better. Tonight my brother accidentally found out…” you take s short break to fake a sob before you continue to talk. “He was so mad,” you softly say, “There were some nasty words between everyone of us. My brother called Lando a player and then Lando told my brother he loved me.” You try to think of different sad situations. It doesn’t take you to long before there are some tears rolling down on your cheeks. You wipe a few of them away before going further.

Lando is looking full disbelieve at what’s happening in front of him. He wants to say that it annoys him, but in some weird way he can’t. He secretly loves to see this side of you. He’d never think that you are able to do this. You’re lying and manipulating those security guards, making up some story in which he’s your boyfriend. Who would have thought?

The only part he doesn’t like is the way those security guards keep looking at you. He understands it, of course he does because he can’t stop looking at you himself, but it annoys the shit out of him. It’s pretty obvious to Lando how you even managed to get the attention of the guards. It’s probably also the reason that you’re still getting their attention. That fucking dress.

“My brother got even angrier when Lando said that,” you continue, “That’s were everything went wrong. I’m so sorry.”

You expected many questions about your story, maybe why your brother doesn’t like Lando or something. But it seems like the first question is rather easy. 

“You’re really in a relationship with him?” One of the security guards asks you. 

Lando doesn’t like the tone of the guy. Is it that unbelievable that you’re in a relationship with him? It’s not like he’s way too ugly for you or something. Although, it’s hard to level with a girl as pretty as you. 

“Yes,” you reply as confident as you can manage, “Almost a year now.”

“I pity you,” one says, “I can’t imagine how a girl like you ends up with someone like him.”

“Oh fuck off,” Lando scolds, “You don’t even know me.”

You send Lando an annoyed glance. You’re getting pretty far but if he says something stupid everything can be ruined again. Before Lando can continue or you can say sorry for his behavior, he’s already shut down by one of the security guards.

“Shut it, we’re talking with her and not with you.”

Lando wants to reply again. He really does. He wants to tell those security guards that he’s not stupid, that he knows that they’re talking with you because of your looks and not because of the sob story. He wants to tell them how pathetic they are. He has so much to tell them, but when he sees your annoyed face he’s quick to drop it. A soft sigh leaves his mouth. It’s no use. You’re trying to help him so he can get away from here, it won’t help if he’s going to pick another fight with the security team. 

“He’s not always like this,” you eventually try to joke, “It’s the adrenaline from before and probably the alcohol.”

Most of the security guards nod at your words. There’s however one who’s still looking like he doubts you. You hope that he’s keeping his silence. 

“I’m really sorry about everything,” you continue to apologize, “I just wanted a nice night out and now everything is fucked. Can I please just take Lando home with me?”

“We already called the cops,” someone states. 

Fuck. There goes your plan. Without noticing it, you and Lando let out a soft sigh at the same time. What can you do now? You’re almost crying for real this time. How are you going to fix this? You try to think about all kind of sad stuff so you look as sad as possible. When there are tears rolling on your face, you continue to speak to the security guards.

“I get it,” you sob, “Do you think I can pick him up there later?”

“I guess that will be tomorrow,” one replies to you.

“Fuck,” you mutter. Now you really need to improvise. Christian will kill your brother if Lando has to stay with the cops during the night. “My.. my brother just told me I can’t stay with him anymore,” you stutter while improvising. Before continuing you make sure to sob another couple times. “I don’t have anywhere to sleep,” you add.

This time most of the guards look at you with a look full with pity. One of them walks towards you and puts his hand on your shoulder. It’s probably meant well, but it causes you to shiver - and not in the nice way Lando causes you to shiver. You take a look at Lando, who’s already looking back at you with an angry face. You wonder what he found now to be angry about. It seems that he’s pretty good in finding things to be angry about. You take a small step to lose the hand of the guard in the mean time.

“You know what,” the guard eventually says, “If you promise me that you’ll take him home, then I’ll let it slide for this time.”

“Yes,” you’re quick to reply, “Of course!” 

Lando is quick to stand up. This time no one stops him. Slowly he walks towards you. It makes you feel nervous. What if he’s mad at you for intervening like this? He didn’t look to happy while you were talking with the security team… You just hope that he can save it for when you’re back outside. Before Lando stands next to you, there’s someone talking again. 

“Let them prove they’re in a relationship.” You’re quick to realize that this is the security guard who looked weirdly at Lando and you before. Fuck. 

“Is that really necessary?” You react quickly.

The other security guards chuckle. The one who told you that it was okay reacts as well. “Okay, prove your relationship and then you get to leave.”

Fuck. What now?

Lando is already standing next to you. He’s annoyed by the request - or better said the task, but he does know a rather simple solution. He turns his body more towards yours. You show him a confused look. Lando wonders if you’re okay with what he’s about to do, he can only hope so. When he’s standing closely in front of you, he tries to ask for your permission with his eyes. He raises his eyebrows, hoping that you get the hint. When he sees a small nod from you, he’s quick to continue with his plan.

You wonder with Lando is about to do. It seems like he has a plan, but you have no idea what. Then you notice his face coming even closer towards yours. When you feel Lando his lips against yours, you can safely say that you weren’t expecting this. Fuck. The dickhead teammate of your brother is kissing you. That seems like a problem, but you have a bigger problem to focus on. Why are you enjoying it?

You can’t stop yourself and let your hands wander until they reach Lando his hair. Softly you play with his hair. Lando deepens the kiss. You feel his tongue asking for permission, something you grand him rather fast. His hands are on your back, pulling you into his own body as much as he can. It causes you to let out a soft moan. Fuck, why is this feeling so good? You’ve never been kissed like this before.

Lando feels a small vibration coming from you, was that a moan? He wants nothing more then to pull out more moans from you. It surprises him that you’re letting yourself go in the kiss with him. But that isn’t the thing that surprises him the most right now. He can’t seem to focus on the fact that this is fake and meaningless. He wants this to be real. Why did no other girl make him feel like this during a kiss? This can’t be good. 

When the both of you hear the security guards chuckle and clap, you’re quick to pull back from the kiss. With a new found confidence you look at the one guard who doubted you, “Believe me now?” You ask him with the same confidence. The guard can only show you a small nod. 

Lando is the one who lets out a soft chuckle now. He looks at you before pressing a small kiss against your forehead. “Let’s go princess,” he softly tells you. This time the nickname doesn’t sound sarcastic and even more strangely, you feel something flutter inside of you while hearing it. Lando takes your hand into his and walks outside with you. 

When the both of you are standing outside again, Lando is quick to drop your hand. He turns until he’s facing you. “Don’t even do that again,” he tells you angrily.

“You’re welcome Lando,” you reply annoyed, “and what exactly do you mean? Because I believe that you’re the one who was kissing me.”

“You don’t even know what you just did,” Lando rants, “Don’t ever try to use your innocence again with security guards like them. What if they had other plans for you? Do you even know how fucking hot you look in that short dress? You’re lucky those guards didn’t touch you or something.”

You don’t know how to respond. Lando is exaggerating, but you realize that there’s a small truth hiding in his words. However, you can only focus on how he called you ‘fucking hot’. 

“It went alright like this.” Lando shakes his head at your words. “I guess you’re more busy with checking me out then those guards,” you add sarcastically. 

“You’re so stupid,” Lando reacts annoyed.

“It went fine,” you continue to argue.

“No!” Lando yells now, “Just go home and never go back to this fucking place. I saw how uncomfortable that one security guard made you by just touching your shoulder, so don’t tell me it went fine.”

You’re stunned. How did Lando notice that? 

“This wasn’t for you,” you eventually state.

“So fucking stupid,” Lando continues to mutter.

“What did you want then? That the cops called Christian to bail you out? Then you and Max could have spend another day talking again.”

“Fucking stupid.”

“A thank you would be a nicer response you know,” you sigh annoyed.

“I don’t do thank you’s,” Lando states.

“Of course Norris, how could I forget that you don’t have any manners,” you sneer, “Whatever. I’m going back to Max. Just stay out of trouble, because I won’t do this again.” You start to walk away from Lando, it’s only when you hear his voice once more that you turn around again.

“Bet that you’ll kiss with me again someday.”

You don’t reply. You should be turning back to him, getting mad about his stupid remark and assuring him that you’ll never kiss with him again. But, you can’t. The thing is, you already can’t stop thinking about kissing with him again. 

“Princess?” Lando asks. He wants some sort of reaction, he hates it to be ignored.

“Don’t,” you sigh, “Just let me leave.”

“Without a goodbye kiss?” He jokes.

You sigh. The first kiss was fake. There’s a story behind it to make sure of that. If you turn back now and do what you want to do, then it won’t be fake anymore. You do want to feel his lips on yours again, but you can’t. 

“Goodnight Lando,” you eventually say before walking off. 

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[f1goat]

kinda hot tho ; lando norris + part one

In which your brother has the most awful new teammate, but you keep finding yourself closer and closer to him. It's only sex - right?

lando norris x fem!verstappen reader trigger warnings: offensive language | player!lando | smut (eventually) | not proofread

a/n: this story is based on another story of mine (his teammate), in the beginning it'll have a lot of similarities, later on this will become less.

3.5k words

masterlist | playlist

It’s hard to forget about the day your older brother, Formula One driver and three time champion, Max Verstappen found out about his new teammate at RedBull. When he first heard the name of his new teammate, he laughed and thought it was a joke. However when he noticed that the team was serious about it, his mood shifted. You remember that afternoon easily. It was filled with angry phones calls, many curse words - even so many that it surprised you, and many, many complaints from your brother. 

At first, you didn’t really get it. What could possibly be the problem? Max always wanted a teammate who could challenge him on the race track. Earlier he always complained about previous teammates who weren’t any competition. So, what could the problem be? Eventually, after Max told you to Google his new teammate, his reaction started to make sense. Your first impression of his newest teammate? Trouble. Maybe even with a capital T. Or wait, probably with every letter in caps lock. 

Lando Norris seems to be the kind of driver that cares about no one. He isn’t like Lewis Hamilton who’s putting effort in all kind of good deeds for society. He’s nothing like Yuki Tsunoda who helped cleaning the streets after the flood in Imola. He’s not like Pierre Gasly and Charles Leclerc who always seems to be hanging out with each other in their spare time. He’s nothing like your brother who tries to have a good relationship with everyone on the grid. Lando Norris doesn’t seem to care about things like that.

After even more searching around you were quick to find out that Lando Norris seems to care about a couple things next to himself. Racing, of course. But, not a big surprise, he also seems to care a lot about girls. Or maybe you should rephrase that, he cares about sex. There are many stories online about him with different girls. He’s photographed with many women while making out or taking them home. Next to those girls, it seems that he mostly cares about himself. You heard from different people on the grid that Lando Norris is one of the most egocentrically drivers on the grid. He cares about himself, but nothing about others. 

There was one surprise during your stalk session online. Some guy named Max Fewtrell. It took you a lot of digging but you found someone Lando Norris really seems to care about. It looks like they’re friends. Slowly you start to find out more about the friendship. You find a couple videos of them streaming together. It’s the first video you see in which Lando Norris actually seems to have fun. Then you notice the older age of those videos. A lot must have changed in the last years. 

After stalking him online like that you feel like a proper FBI agent. Eventually you decide that your brother has spend a long time as the villain of Formula One, but it’s safe to say that Lando Norris took that title from him. He’s an arrogant ass. Media don’t know a lot about him, only about the player facade that he seems to have settled with. His socials are done by social media workers from his previous teams and now RedBull. He doesn’t post anything himself, not even a story. It seems like he has walls as high as the Mount Everest all around him.

You haven’t formally met him yet, but now with the first race happening right in front of you, that won’t be long anymore you guess. Even without meeting him, you do understand your brothers reaction. It seems like Lando Norris won’t be a nice teammate for him. Max has been complaining since he first formally met him.

“He doesn’t care about team results at all.” “He doesn’t even greet me.” “It seems like he is mean to everyone on the team.” “He doesn’t give a fuck about anything else then himself.” 

You can dream about Max his complains. It’s a shame, really. On paper it seemed like they could have been great teammates. Even a match for a friendship maybe. Your brother has put his reputation aside and is well liked by his friends, co-drivers and many fans. At first you thought that Max could get Lando to be a bit more open, but it didn’t work like that. 

Some pretty frustrated sounds awake you from your thoughts. You almost forget that you were setting in the RedBull garage and there’s a race going on right now. It’s your first race in a long time. It’s also the first race of the season. You wonder what those sounds caused. Multiple team members are making annoyed sounds in the mean time. You watch at the screen. When you look at it, you’re quick to notice what’s going wrong. There are two cars of the track. Two cars who previously drove on top. Two drivers who are going down in the ranks with three small, but feared, letters next to their name. DNF. When they play the replay, you see what everyone else already saw. 

Lando and your brother pushed each other off the track. 

Fucking idiots. You can’t think anything else than that right now. You’re tempted to say that it’s Lando his fault, that the team should blame him. But, you can’t. You don’t know enough about the rules to make such statements. And, how longer you look at the replay how more you doubt. It almost seems like a racing incident in which the both of them take too much space from each other. Were they testing each other? Wondering which of them would back out first? Apparently neither. They would both rather crash. What a great team. 

It’s your brothers teammate who’s first to arrive back at the motorhome. This race week you’ve barely seen him. You have only seen him from distrance. That seems to change now. Of course, you’ve seen photographs, video’s and even TikTok edits from him before, but it’s only now that you realize how he actually looks. You can’t help yourself and stare at him. The angry look on his face is hard to miss. You want to say that it’s a shame that he looks so angry. You’ve seen enough ‘normal’ pictures in which you found yourself liking the looks of him. Yes, you don’t like him - but even you can’t deny that he’s beautiful. You like the way his curls seem to have a mind of their own. You like it how he always seems to be dressed in a casual hoodie, no matter the temperature. Something about him breathes calmness. At least, normally. 

You want to say that it’s a shame that he looks angry. But you can’t. In some weird and twisted way you can only think about how hot he looks when he’s angry. Fuck. 

“What the fuck was that Norris?”

It’s Christian Horner who is the first one to say something. You shiver from the harsh tone he uses. Max told you before that Christian is pretty good at getting angry, but it almost never happens with his own team. You start to fear for his reaction to Max. 

“I told you to keep it clean!” Christian continues to shout when he doesn’t get a reply from Lando fast enough. This time Lando is ready to react. You notice the way his eyes darken and how he clenches his jaw. Why does he look only hotter like this?

“Tell that to your other driver,” Lando sneers, “The fucker crashed into me.”

You can actually hear the frustration dripping from Lando his words. You don’t like it. Neither do you like the way he tries to paint your brother as the bad guy here. They both did it. 

“I don’t care if you have any plans for the rest of the day, you can cancel them all. Max, you and me are going to talk until we’re sure this won’t happen again,” Christian states.

“Oh fuck off,” Lando sighs with an angry tone in his voice, “We’ll fight it out on track like actual race drivers.” You notice how his volume is getting higher with every word he speaks. He’s almost screaming by now.

“Like you did today?” Christian asks annoyed. Lando nods. “Oh great! That’s such a great fucking plan. Let’s just crash every race and ruin the whole season. Don’t you think?” Christian continues sarcastically. It seems like Christian has more to say, but Lando is already walking away from his teamboss. He storms off to his drivers room. 

And apparently just in time, it’s your brother who’s just walking in as well. Christian is quick to see Max as well. He’s even quicker to start shouting at him as well. It’s the same things he told Lando before. You’re not in the mood for another screaming match. You know your brother well enough to know that this one will take a while. Max isn’t the type to walk away from them like Lando just did. Plus, you guess he’s pretty frustrated and ready to tell Christian all about that. That’s why you decide to walk away from all the screaming that’s going on. You rather spend some time in Max his drivers room until it’s a bit more calmed down. 

There’s only one small problem. Max did show you his driver room. He did tell you that you could be there whenever you wanted. However, it was during a whole tour that he showed you where his drivers room was. So, you aren’t really sure where it is anymore. A bit clueless you do however start your search. 

You wander around for a bit. You wonder why they haven’t gotten name tags around the different rooms. Eventually you’re pretty sure that you’re in the right hall way. Only one problem left, which one of the two doors is the one you should have? You’re well aware that if you chose the wrong door, you’re going to meet Lando Norris. And it doesn’t really seem to be the right timing for something like that. 

Eventually you do chose one of the doors. 

“Fuck off.”

Of course, you chose the wrong one. That must be your luck. You barely dare to look up right now, you’re sure that Lando is already sending you angry looks right now. His tone said more then enough. When you do look up, you’re quick to meet Lando his angry eyes. You should be worried about that. However, you seem to find yourself distracted when you notice that Lando isn’t wearing more then his underwear right now. 

“Shit, sorry,” you stammer nervously, “I thought..”

You can’t even finish your sentence. Lando is quick to interrupt you. 

“You thought what?” He asks you. “Did you thought that you could come here to talk to me about how I fucked up your dear brothers race?” He continues to sneer. 

You actually don’t know what to say right now. A small part of you is surprised that Lando even seems to know who you are, or at least that your Max’s sister. But every other part of you is getting more mad with the second. What did he just say? How does he even come up with things like that? What a dick.

“Are you fucking deaf?” Lando asks you annoyed. “I don’t care about you, your brother or what happened on the track so don’t try to make me.”

You start to get angry as well now. Who does this boy think he is to talk to you like this? Doesn’t he know the word respect? He’s even worse then you already thought. Lando keeps looking at you. For the first time you focus your gaze on him as well. You feel a small trial of shivers over your back when you have eye contact with him, but you don’t break the contact.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” You ask him with an annoyed tone in your voice.

“You’re in my fucking room,” Lando reacts.

“I’m not,” you argue, “I’m standing in the doorway, trying to apologize for even opening the door because I thought this was Max his room.”

“Then why are you still here?”

“Because someone here started to talk to me like I’m some sort of idiot,” you sneer.

“Save it princess,” Lando sneers at you again. 

“Don’t call me that,” you grunt.

“Oh sorry,” Lando sarcastically states, “princess.”

“Stop acting like such a dick,” you sigh annoyed. 

“Not an act babygirl,” Lando tells you, “It’s just how I am.”

“Compromising what you’re missing?” 

That seems to annoy him. “What the fuck do you mean?” Lando asks you annoyed. 

“Do you have to say fuck in almost every sentence?” You sigh. 

Lando steps closer to you. He seems to be waiting for some sort of explanation. You wonder if he doesn’t get the joke or that he thinks you’re serious about it. The only thing you did is implying he has a small dick - and with the way he acts, it’s not like he can’t blame you for saying something like that. You’re getting more and more mad. Lando is even getting closer to you then he was. You can barely stop yourself from taking a step backwards. You don’t want him to know that he’s intimidating you. 

In the mean time Lando wonders about you. Why aren’t you backing down? He takes another step closer to you. He’s feeling the air you’re blowing out on his skin by now. You still don’t take a step backwards. You keep staring at him. It amazes him. 

You look at the frustrated glance in his eyes. It’s a shame you’ve only seen him angry, frustrated and annoyed today. Not a good day to meet with him apparently. 

“What am I missing?” Lando continues to ask you with the same mad tone in his voice.

“I guess that if you feel like you have to act like such a dick, that’s because you’re having a rather small one,” you eventually tell him. 

Lando lets out a low chuckle. “You think I have a small dick?” He asks you.

“Yeah, but I also think that you’re arrogant, don’t have a lot of friends and that you’re a massive player who doesn’t know how love feels,” you slap back. You don’t know where those words came from. The frustration is getting to you. 

Lando is silent for a couple seconds. This is new for him. It’s been a long time since someone said things like this to him. Things he might deserve, but he won’t say that. Eventually he sends you another angry glare. This time he actually takes his time to look at you. Of course he knows you’re the little sister of his new teammate. He has seen some pictures of you before. Yesterday he saw you in your brothers side of the garage. At that point he was trying to get some courage to flirt with you, but eventually he didn’t. Now he’s just surprised about the things you’re saying. Why does he like your attitude?

“I don’t have a small dick princess,” Lando eventually states confidently.

“Great to fucking know,” you reply annoyed, “maybe you can start acting like it.” You don’t wait for another reply from Lando. You’re not in the mood for endless discussions. “I just wanted to say sorry for entering the wrong room, but forget it. I’ll gladly leave you alone Norris,” you tell him. 

With those words you turn away from him. You quickly walk towards the other room, this time finally entering Max his drivers room. You feel Lando his eyes burning on your body. 

Before you can close the door behind you, you hear Lando his voice once more. “Just wait till you find out how big it is,” he tells you. Why does he sound so serious? As if he’d want that. His words sends shivers through your body. Fuck, why have those words such an impact on you?

“I bet you’d beg for it,” Lando adds.

You still feel his eyes on your back. His stare burns on your body. But that isn’t your main concern right now. His words are doing all kind of things to you. You can’t stop thinking about him making you beg for his cock. Fuck. You remind yourself about his awful personality. How you only tried to apologize to him and this is the result of it. He’s a dick. You should be thinking about that, not about his dick. 

But, you still can’t deny that he’s hot.

You slam the door shut before Lando can say anything else. What you don’t see is how he’s still staring at the closed door with a small grin plastered on his face. He wonders when he’ll see you again. Suddenly his new teammate doesn’t seem so bad anymore, at least if he continues to take you to races.

+++

Later that night you’re standing in a short white dress in front of your mirror. Max is sitting on your hotel bed. He lets out a soft sigh when he continues to complain about his new teammate. You try to focus on his words, but also do your make up in the mean time. While applying some mascara, Max complains further.

“He’s just the absolute worst,” Max sighs, “I’ve spend hours in that small office from Christian so we could talk it out. But he didn’t apologize for anything. Even I apologized for going a bit wide, but he didn’t say anything. He just acted like I wasn’t there.”

It pains you to see how much trouble your brother has with his new teammate. You’re not used to this anymore. “How further?” You ask your brother, “I can’t imagine that RedBull will drop him, so you have to find some way to make this bearable. Right?”

“Yeah,” Max sighs annoyed, “but I have no idea how.”

You’re doubting to tell Max about your own small encounter with Lando. Max is already mad at the guy, so it might be stupid to make it worse. On the other hand, it would be nice to talk about it with your brother. You’re in the mood to vent about what happened. And, who’s better to vent to then someone who also hates Lando Norris? 

“You know,” you eventually start, “I also met him.”

Max is quick to give you his attention. You spray on some perfume before continuing with your story. The only thing you’re still doubting about is telling Max about the later subject from your encounter with Lando. It seems weird to tell your brother that it was about his teammates dick. Right? 

“He’s the absolute worst,” Max tells you after you told him the story globally. You did let out the part about you calling his dick small and how Lando told you that you’d probably beg for it. You nod at your brother as a form of agreement. However, now you think back about the last part of the conversation with Lando you feel shivers over your body all over again. 

“I don’t like asking things like this from you, but please keep your distance from him,” Max eventually speaks up. You show Max a small nod. “I don’t trust him,” Max continues to sigh, “and I just know he’s going to use me to annoy me even more.”

“I get it Max,” you quickly speak up, “I’ll keep my distance.”

You search for a pair of shoes in your suitcase in the mean time. You’re sure that you packed that one pair that match with your white dress. When you find them, you’re quick to put them on. After that you look in the mirror again. You feel cute. Maybe it’s because of the white color on your sun tanned skin, but you feel yourself getting confident. 

“Thanks,” Max tells you in the mean time, “I’ll try to become better teammates with him, hopefully this won’t too long.”

“You realize that when you’re friendly with him, I can’t really keep my distance right?” You ask Max.

Max nods. “Just watch out around him,” he tells you, “I’ve heard enough stories about girls who did trust him and that didn’t end nicely for them. He’s a massive player.” Before you can reply again, Max is continuing to speak. “Let’s get going,” he says, “I’m ready for some drinks after today.”

You chuckle. After the weird day you just had, you more then ready to let loose in the club tonight. You can’t wait to forget all about Lando Norris after drinking a couple cocktails and having fun. However, that doesn’t seem to happen.

Not even an small hour later you’ve enjoyed one cocktail and trying to order the second one at the busy bar. It’s your brother who’s interrupting your peace. “He’s here!” Your brother yells at you. You wonder about who he’s talking. It doesn’t take you long to find out.

It’s Lando Norris.

Of course it is.

part two

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roommates ; lando norris + part ten

In which you have to live with your brothers best friend who you really don't like, Lando Norris, and his many 'girlfriends' for a while, but there's always a thin line between love and hate.

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lando norris x fem!verstappen reader tw: smut & not proofread

Breakfast was nice, but now you’re stressing. Since you have finished the breakfast, you have been waiting for Lando to drop your feared question. You know that he’s thinking about it, you can see it on his face, but the question doesn’t seem to come yet. Should you start about it? You continue to doubt about starting the conversation yourself. It would be nice to have this conversation, so you don’t have to think about it anymore - but on the other hand, you have no idea how to start it or what to say. You feel Lando his eyes on you. It’s pretty clear that he’s staring at you. It makes you even more nervous. 

What if you’re honest with Lando? You could tell him about your still growing feelings for him and that you want to date him officially. There’s only one, tiny problem. You have no idea about Lando his feelings for you. There still is a possibility of you making a fool out of yourself when confessing those things. For all you know, it could also be just a sex thing for him. You literally have no clue about how Lando feels. 

“Ready?” Lando asks you eventually. 

You show him a confused look. Is he asking you if you’re ready for this conversation? 

“Do you feel ready for this conversation?” Lando asks you a bit more clear now. 

“I don’t know,” you confess. 

Lando lets out a soft sigh. He knows that this can’t go on like this for any longer. There’s like a million questions inside of his head which repeat themselves during the whole day. He wants to know what you’re feeling, what you’re thinking about all of this and is he has a chance - even a small one, to finally call you his girl. 

“I don’t want to push you into a conversation you don’t feel ready for,” Lando comforts you. He lays his hand onto your knee. Slowly he draws figures onto your skin. “But,” he continues to speak, “I do need some clearance soon. I can’t go on like this for too long.”

“Of course Lan,” you quickly tell him. 

With those words the conversation seems finished for now. Lando is already changing the subject and talking about going out for dinner tonight. He offers to invite Max and Kelly as well, something you gladly accept. Lando is quick to text your brother and invite them for tonight. 

Lando: dinner tonight with y/n & Kelly?

Max: Sounds good!

Max: can you tell y/n that the apartment is almost ready?

Lando lets out a soft sigh while reading Max his latest text message. He knew this day would come, but he didn’t expected it already. The apartment is almost ready, fuck. What is this going to mean for everything that’s going on between you and himself?

Lando: yeah

Max: its probably ready tomorrow, so if she wants she can move back tomorrow evening

Lando doesn’t reply at first. There’s only one word on repeat in his mind right now. Fuck. Eventually he types back a message for Max.

Lando: fuck my life

You notice the shift in Lando his behavior. He does however tell you that Max and Kelly will be there for dinner. So you wonder what caused his change in demeanor. Before you can question Lando, he’s already muttering something about going to game for a bit. 

He knows that this isn’t the way to handle a problem, but Lando really needs to think for a bit before telling you about Max his text. He doesn’t want to hear you talk about moving out yet. Lando is pretty sure that when he tells you, you’ll start packing in no time. He does however realize that if he won’t tell you himself, Max is going to ask about it tonight during dinner. Fuck. Luck really isn’t on his side today. 

You decide to let Lando be for a bit. You have no idea about what’s going on in his head right now. He seemed okay before he texted Max, but after that things changed. You wonder if Max said something, but you can’t imagine that. Maybe it’s because of the earlier conversation you had with him? Lando seems to want a clear answer about everything that’s going on between you two and you couldn’t supply him with that answer. Maybe you should figure out something to say about it before dinner tonight? 

There isn’t any other subject that you’ve spent this much time thinking about then the situation between Lando and you. You try to figure out what to tell Lando without embarrassing yourself, something that almost seems impossible when you want to tell him about your feelings. 

+++

“Fuck,” Lando mutters softly when he walks into your room. He should have knocked before walking in like this. He tries to look away - even tries to focus on the decor changes you did in your own room, but his eyes keep wandering back to you. Not that strange when you’re standing naked in front of your closet. He guesses that you’re picking out something to wear. 

When you turn around and notice Lando, you don’t know how to act. You feel his eyes glued on your body. It feels weird to have him in your own room. That’s probably because you’re naked right now. Before Lando wandered in, you were trying to figure out what to wear for dinner. You feel vulnerable with Lando checking you out like this. It not that you mind it this much, but it would be good if Lando said anything else. You still have no idea what he’s doing in your room right now.

“Lan?” You ask a bit confused. Lando has been absolutely silent since the soft ‘fuck’ left his mouth. You continue to wonder what he’s doing here.

Lando keeps his silence. He does however walk closer towards you. His silence causes you to shiver a bit. Lando tries to remember why he came in here, but his focus has shifted onto your body. He knows that he’s here to tell you about the renovations from Max his apartment being ready tomorrow, but now he can only focus on your nudeness. He takes you into his arms. You let him do so. Of course you let him do so, it’s not like you can say no to Lando. You feel how he grabs your ass, softly kneading it with his hands. It doesn’t take long before you let out a soft moan. 

Without saying anything else, Lando is quick to have you laying onto your bed. Your legs are already spread for him. He’s hovering above you on the bed. His necklace dangles in your face. You softly grab it, using it to pull Lando his face closer towards yours. Lando lets out a soft chuckle when you do so. You pay no attention on it, you just want to kiss Lando. So that’s what you do. 

While kissing him, you let your hands wander around. Eventually you reach his belt. Slowly you unclasp them and remove them from Lando his jeans. You pull those down as well. You see the outline of his already hard boner through his underwear. 

“Babygirl,” Lando groans when you trace the outline of his cock. 

You let out a soft chuckle and pull Lando his underwear down as well. His boner springs free against his stomach. Lando presses his lips against your neck, softly sucking on a bit of your skin. When you take his dick in your hands, you feel a moan from Lando vibrating against your skin. You try to guide Lando his boner towards your own cunt, wanting nothing more then to feel him inside of you. Lando knows what you want and he’s more then ready to give you exactly what you want. He pushes his boner inside of your cunt and starts to fuck you with a fast pace. 

In no time you’re a moaning mess underneath Lando. He isn’t any better himself. Lando is letting out hard moans as well. When he goes faster, he’s rewarded with another sweet moan from you. It makes him think about what will happen when you move back to your brother. What if that would also be the end of this? What if this is the last time he feels you around his dick like this? 

You feel yourself getting closer to your release. Lando sounds like he’s also getting pretty close. When he increases his pace again, you’re ready to let yourself go. 

“Please don’t move back in with your brother,” Lando suddenly says. 

You try to focus on what he just said. When you look him in the eyes, it almost seems like he doesn’t even realize that he said those words as well. You really try to focus on his words, but with the pace he’s still fucking you with, it’s impossible. You’re quick to lose your focus again. 

When you feel your orgasm crashing over you, you let out a last soft moan. Lando is quick to follow you into his own orgasm. With a couple moans he let himself come undone as well. 

While laying on the bed with Lando, you’re wondering about his earlier words. Why did he mention something about moving back to your brother? You know that you should just ask him, but you’re afraid that it will cause another difficult conversation. Carefully you look at Lando, he’s looking at you as well. He plays with your hair. 

“Max texted me,” Lando eventually just confesses, “You can move back into his apartment tomorrow evening.” 

You feel your world crashing down. Since Lando and you have been closer, you haven’t thought about moving back with Max. You weren’t even under the impression that this much time has already flew by. It makes you nervous. What do you need to say now? Do you even want to move back? 

“Tomorrow?” You ask. You need to be sure about it. 

Lando nods. It makes you sigh softly. Then you remember his words again. Didn’t he just ask you to stay here? You can only hope that Lando will ask you again. You’d rather stay here. 

“If you want you can stay as long as you need,” Lando offers, “I mean uh, so you don’t have to hurry with packing.”

As happy as you were with the first sentence, as sad as you are with his last. This means he does want you gone, right? You softly thank Lando, but you know your words aren’t sincere. What a mess. There’s only one way to make this even messier, you still have to confess about your feelings. 

What a fucking mess.

+++

Things have been awkward since you send Lando out of your room so you could get ready for dinner. Even now, while sitting next to him in the restaurant - it doesn’t feel the same. You feel rejected even if you didn’t confess anything yet. Maybe you should tell Lando that you don’t want to move back with your brother, that you rather stay with him. But, what would he say about that? This is making it even harder to let alone think about telling him about your feelings. You softly sigh. 

Max and Lando are talking about the upcoming race. You notice the lack of interest that Lando is carrying during the conversation. It doesn’t seem intentional, it just seems like he isn’t focused. Maybe he’s somewhere else with his head. You can understand it, you’re the exact same tonight. Eventually you start a casual conversation with Kelly about her latest modeling jobs. You try to focus on what Kelly is telling you, but your mind keeps floating away - thinking about the situation with Lando. 

When Kelly falls silent, it’s Max who continues to speak with you. “Excited to move back?” He asks you.

Lando can’t help himself, he’s quick to stare at you while awaiting your answer. He wants to hear that you’re not excited, but he doesn’t believe that you’ll say that. In the mean time you’re thinking about what to answer, but you have no clue. No you’re not excited to move back. You want to stay with Lando, but it seems weird to answer that. 

“Uh yeah,” you eventually mutter without sounding even a bit excited about it. “I just don’t know if I’ll manage to get everything together for tomorrow,” you continue, “so I might stay at Lando’s tomorrow and come back home later.”

Max chuckles. Lando doesn’t even look at you. He seems disappointed with your answer. You wonder if it’s because of you staying an extra day. He did offer it himself, so you don’t know why it should be a problem now. Or did you understand him wrong?

“If that’s okay with you Lan,” you quickly add. In your hurries you forget that it’s weird to call him Lan in front of your brother and Kelly. Lando however seems to give you a small smile after hearing the nickname. Before he can say anything to you, your brother has taken the word again. 

“As if he would say no to that,” Max laughs, “He begged me to make sure that you’d live with him during our renovations. If it weren’t for Lando, I’d have rented a bigger apartment for those weeks.”

What? 

What did your brother just say?

Lando spits out his drink when he hears the words Max just said to you. Fuck, why did Max tell you that? Max also seems to realize his mistake. His eyes widen with shock when he sees the way Lando and you react to his words. 

“Fuck, sorry Lando,” Max is quick to apologize, “I thought she knew.”

“No,” Lando sighs, “Of course not.”

You can’t stop yourself from questioning them. You need to make sure that you’ve heard your brother right. What if this is all a mishearing from your side? “It’s true?” You nervously ask Lando, “You wanted me to stay with you?” 

“Maybe it’s better to have this conversation at home,” Lando desperately answers, “I don’t want you to get mad at me in public.”

Getting mad? You have no idea why you should get mad. As far as you know, it finally seems like Lando really likes you. Liked you even before living together. But still, you show him a small nod and stand up from the table. 

“I’m not mad,” you tell Lando when he nervously grabs your hand and takes it into his own. 

Lando doesn’t reply. Both of you say bye to Max and Kelly before walking back towards the car. Your head is filling up with all sorts of questions. Did Lando really begged Max to make sure that you’d stay at his place? Why would he do that? Why would he want to live together with you? You always thought Lando didn’t like you at that moment. 

When you’re back home, Lando doesn’t know where to start. You want to question everything that’s coming up in you, but you don’t know where to start as well. Eventually you start with the question he didn’t answer yet.

“Is it true?” You ask Lando carefully. 

Lando softly sighs while he nods at your question. “Yes,” he mutters defeated.

“You begged Max to let me stay here during the renovations?” You continue to ask.

Lando keeps nodding. He doesn’t dare to look at you. 

“Why?” You ask him surprised. When Lando doesn’t answer fast enough, you continue to talk. “I always thought you didn’t like me, so I don’t get this.”

“Didn’t like you?” Lando almost laughs out loud while asking you. You show him a confused nod. “Oh for fucks sake,” Lando sighs, “I wish I didn’t like you.” He really can’t deal with this right now. The vagueness from the last days is making him slowly lose his mind. He thought that it was clear to you what he wanted - you, but apparently you don’t even realize it. 

“Babygirl, I already liked you before we even met,” Lando confesses. He can’t hold back his words anymore. All of them need to get out. He needs to make sure that you’ll see how much he likes you. “Max introduced me to you, but I knew perfectly well who you were since I was stalking your Instagram every day. That’s how desperate I was,” Lando continues. 

You don’t know what’s going on. Lando is confessing one thing after another. It almost seems like he needs to get everything out. His confessions are making you feel all kind of things.

“When I met you and heard about that boyfriend, I was disappointed, so I decided to take a bit of distance,” Lando goes on, “And then when you broke off with him, I couldn’t help myself to be happy. I tried to figure you out, finding a way to flirt with you but half of the time I was too nervous and acted weird I guess…” 

You wait for Lando to continue to explain. Somethings start to make sense. Earlier you never knew why Lando acted so weird around you before. Sometimes he was so shy he barely said anything, other times he joked with you or teased you. You never knew what you were up for. 

“I don’t know what I was hoping for, but everything felt pretty shattered when you left in a tight nude dress to go on a date with some other guy,” Lando speaks further, “I know I should have kept my silence, but I was so confused. I didn’t try much with you back then because I thought you needed time, but then I heard you about a new date and I could only think about being too late.” 

It amazes you that Lando remembers everything so well. He even still knows which dress you wore for that date. 

“And that’s when the worst part came,” Lando sighs. You notice the shift in his look. He almost looks ashamed. You wonder if he’s going to tell you about the girls now, you guess that they are the next fase. “I searched distraction,” he confesses, “I got drunk multiple nights in a week, only to find a girl who could distract me from my thoughts about you. I fell in some sort of pattern. Always fucking random girls but thinking about you.”

“That wasn’t an one time thing?” You ask confused. Lando sends you a confused look as well. “When you moaned my name,” you explain, “I thought that was a one time thing, but you’re saying that you thought about me every time?” 

“It wasn’t even the only time I moaned out your name,” Lando confesses. It causes a small smile to form on your face. Is it weird that you like to hear that? “Did you like that babygirl?” Lando asks you, he seems to have noticed your smile as well. You show him a small nod. Lando softly shakes his head, “Brat,” he mutters lovingly. 

“But, why did you want me to live here?” You ask Lando. 

Lando knows there’s no way back anymore. He has already said so much, would it really matter to confess even more? After letting out a soft sigh, he continues to talk and explain. 

“Babygirl, I uh just wanted another chance,” he confesses, “You were single, I didn’t hear anything about you going out on dates for a bit.. So when Max told me about the renovations, I asked him to help me out with a plan. Maybe I pushed him into it, you can’t be mad at your brother.” 

“Another chance at what?” You ask him. 

“I wanted to show you that I could be uh,” Lando falls silent for a bit. He thinks about which word to use. Eventually he decided to stop caring about the consequences from his words. He already said so much, he can better stay honest and tell you the whole truth. “I wanted to show you that I could be a good guy,” he sighs, “good enough to maybe have a chance with you. The idea was that if you lived here, you’d get to know me on another level and maybe fell for me too.”

“Too?”

“Babygirl, you’re asking questions as if you still don’t get it,” Lando accuses you with a kind smile.  “Do I need to spell it out for you? I like you, probably love you even though it’s kinda early to say something like that. I really like you, as in I want you to be my girlfriend and to be by my side for everything.”

“Fuck Lan,” you whisper. 

“I know, it’s pathetic,” Lando sighs, “Please don’t feel like you have to like me back, I should have confessed way earlier instead of doing all of this. I get it if it was just sex for you.” After saying those words he’s ready to walk away. He takes a small step away from you. “I uh, I need a bit of time for myself.”

“Lan wait,” you quickly stammer, “Let me reply first.”

Lando stops and turns himself back to you. Nervously he watches you, waiting for you to say something about everything he just said. You try to gather your thoughts, but when you see the nervous look on his face you just tell him everything that’s coming up in you. 

“I love you too,” is the first thing that you tell him. Lando his expressions are quick to change. Surprised but really happy he looks at you. He already wants to take you into his arms and kiss you, but you continue talking. “And I stalked your Instagram a bit as well before we met,” you continue, “That’s probably why my ex thought we we’re together. I don’t know what went wrong, but I’m glad you made up this weird plan and got me to life here. Last weeks I’ve fallen for you and to be honest, I don’t even want to move back to Max.” 

“Stay,” Lando quickly says, “You can live here with me.”

You smile. “That sounds amazing,” you confess.

“And please be my girlfriend from now on,” Lando continues.

“Of course,” you answer. 

“Finally,” Lando sighs relieved. This time he does take you into his arms. It feels like home. He realizes that it isn’t his apartment that’s his home. It only felt like home since you lived here with him. It’s you who’s his home. And for now it seems like he has gotten his forever home.

“I love you,” you softly murmur before pressing a small kiss against Lando his cheek. 

“I love you babygirl,” Lando replies, “and now I really need to call your brother and thank him a couple times for spilling my secret.”

You chuckle. This is a life you can get used to. 

a/n ; that was it everyone <3 i decided to end it like this, since the inspiration was missing quite a bit. i hope to write something new, but i have no ideas yet :) my requests are open (but i don't write everything that's coming in!). thanks for all the support!!!!

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roommates ; lando norris + part nine

In which you have to live with your brothers best friend who you really don't like, Lando Norris, and his many 'girlfriends' for a while, but there's always a thin line between love and hate.

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lando norris x fem!verstappen reader tw: smut & not proofread

Your nerves are getting out of hand. Lando can come back any second now. It seems silly how much you’ve missed him last days. It’s not like Lando is your boyfriend, or that the two of you are dating… So you really should stop acting this desperate. You almost feel like one of those girls who keeps texting Lando, sending him nudes and invitations to visit (and fuck) them, only to get a bit of his attention. Fuck. You really are getting desperate. 

It’s because of your talk with Max from yesterday. After Max dropped multiple bombs on you (“He has been waiting for this to happen for ages.” And “He was only fucking other girls because he thought he couldn’t get you.”), you have been confused for the rest of the day. Max didn’t want to say anything else about it, but he looked at you as if you’d know what those sentences meant. And normally you would know. Normally you’d be pretty sure that someone who loves you would say stuff like that. But this, this is Lando. You have no clue. 

So, you’re not only being nerves because of Lando coming home and not knowing how to act around him, but also because of the redecorating you did yesterday and today. This morning multiple things came in, which you all gave a place in the apartment. You like the changes, but you can only hope that Lando feels the same about it. Sometimes you stress about that as well, but you’re mostly stressing about talking to Lando. He still deserves an answer as well to his awful question - “What are we exploring?”. You have no answer.

Yes, you do want to tell him that the two of you are exploring more then just sex. Of course you want to tell him that you’d want to be in a relationship with him. Only you just don’t dare to actually say those words. You’re still afraid that Lando meant something else the entire time. What if this is just a sex thing for him? 

Fuck. You’re a mess.

When you hear the door opening, you know all too well what that means. Lando is back. It causes you to shove aside all your stressful thoughts for a bit. There’s a smile forming on your face. You start to feel bubbly inside. He’s back. 

Lando is glad when he’s finally opening his own front door again. It’s nice at the MTC, but he really missed home. Or better said, he missed you. Last days made him realize that he’s even more smitten with you then he already thought. The first day away from you, he was already planning things to do with you for when he came home. He can’t wait to see you again and hold you into his arms. When he walks inside his apartment, he notices some small changes. At least he thinks so. He didn’t decorate the place himself, so he isn’t that sure about everything. However he’s quite sure that there wasn’t a side table and a mirror in his hallway before. Right? When he notices the flowers standing in a new looking vase on the side table, he’s quite sure that this is new. 

He wonders if you had something to do with it. Could it be that you finally start to feel home enough in his place to make some changes? Lando doesn’t even notice the big smile forming on his face. He can only hope that he’s right and that you’re starting to feel home here. Because, if it’s up to him - you’re never going to live with your brother again. 

“Hi babygirl,” Lando greets you while walking into the living room. 

You’re quick to stand up from the couch and to get closer towards Lando. Without giving it a second thought, you wrap your arms around him. Lando is quick to return your moves, taking you inside his arms and hugging you back. He keeps you as close to himself as he can manage. Softly he presses a kiss against your forehead, which causes you to look up at him. Softly you murmur a small ‘Hi.’ back to him. Lando focuses on connecting his lips with yours. 

When Lando pulls back from kissing you, a soft whimper escapes from your throat. It causes Lando to grin. He moves back a little, giving you some space.

“Missed me?” He asks you. 

It surprises him when you actually nod at his question. Before coming in, he told himself over and over again that he shouldn’t expect you to have missed him. It was only two days after all. So your small nod surprises him. 

“Fuck, really princess?” Lando asks again, he needs to be sure that he saw it right. 

“Yes Lan,” you confess. 

Lando lets out a chuckle. He takes you into his arms again. When you feel his hands slowly slide over your body, you can’t wait for the outcome of this. His lips find yours again, softly he presses multiple kisses against yours. It takes too long for you. You need to feel more of him soon. This is driving you insane. Not that you weren’t insane yet. It’s crazy what Lando can do to you in only such a short amount of time. He can make you feel all kind of things within seconds. No guy has ever done things like this to you. 

You grab Lando his hair and try to stop him from leaving your lips alone again. You hear how Lando lets out a soft groan from your movements. When he searches eye contact with you and is met with the desperate look in your eyes, he shows you another grin. 

“In a hurry babygirl?” He asks you. 

“Please Lan,” you beg, “Need you to do something.”

“You must have really missed me,” Lando says with a dangerous low voice, “Already begging for me and I didn’t even touch you properly yet.” 

“Please,” you continue to beg. 

Lando lifts you up. Within seconds you feel the couch under you again. Lando turns you around, making sure that your ass is not leaving his eyes. Softly he gives you a small pat on your ass. It causes you to let out a moan. It amazes yourself that you’re responding this way, Lando however doesn’t seem surprised. 

“Such a slut,” he tells you sweetly before giving you a soft slap on the ass again. It’s a bit harder then the first one, but still not paining you. “Aren’t you babygirl?” He asks you. You don’t reply to his question, your actions do answer it you guess. Not that you mind Lando calling you this, it even arouses you more. That’s crazy. “Answer me,” Lando groans. He harshly slaps your ass again. You let out a surprised yell. This one actually hurt, but then burning feeling is making you feel other things as well. Your own slick must be dripping out of you already. 

“Yes Lan,” you whimper as answer to his earlier statement.

“What yes? What are you?” Lando continues to question you. 

“I’m a slut,” you confess without even thinking about it. This is crazy. Lando is making you say things like this without even thinking properly about what you’re saying. What is this boy doing to you? 

“But, you’re only my slut,” Lando states. He gives another slap on your ass before getting you out of your string. You’re glad about the dress you’ve been wearing today. It’s giving Lando a nice entrance to your body. You hear him loosening his belt and dropping down his pants. He covers his boner in your wetness before sliding inside of your wet cunt. “Aren’t you princess?” Lando continues to ask. 

“Yes,” you whimper, “Only for you.”

Lando can’t hold himself back. He is pounding in and out of you, but questions keep rolling of his tongue. “You’d never act like this for any other boy, wouldn’t you?” He asks.

“No,” you’re quick to reply, “Never.”

That makes him feel even better about himself. Lando increases his pace. He hears your loud moans. When he isn’t asking you questions, he probably matches them. “Did you ever get fucked like this?” He questions you, “Did anyone ever make you feel this good as I can make you feel?”

“No,” you answer, “Only you.”

“Fuck babygirl,” Lando grunts, “You’re mine. My good slut. Never going to share you with anyone else. You’re my bratty girl.”

You almost see starts from how hard Lando is fucking you. His words do however come in. Without thinking about it you speak back to Lando. “I’m yours,” you state, “Never want anyone else to fuck me anymore.” 

That makes the both of you cum. 

Only minutes later you’re pressed up against Lando his body. He’s playing with you hair while giving you some time to relax. In the mean time Lando looks around his apartment. It seems like the hallway isn’t the only thing that changed. He notices some soft looking pillows on his couch. The small table in front of it has standing multiple things on it now. He chuckles when he notices one of his miniature helmets being part of the decor as well. He keeps looking around. His apartment probably never had this many candles, didn’t smell this good and felt so.. so home? He can’t wait to find out what you did with the other rooms. 

You start to notice Lando his gaze shifting around the living room. It stresses you how he keeps looking around the place. This is probably the moment that he notices your changes. What if he doesn’t like it? You start to feel nervous all over again. 

“Did you redecorate?” Lando asks you. 

His question doesn’t give you any clue about how he feels over your redecorations. Unsure you show Lando a small nod. This time a smile shows up on Lando his face. He presses a kiss against your forehead. That seems like a good reaction, right?

“I love it babygirl,” Lando tells you happily, “It feels so much more homey like this.” It causes you to smile. Finally the stressed feelings are fading away from you. Lando continues to compliment you with the changes he made.

“I can’t wait to see the other places, like my bedroom,” Lando tells you excited.

“Oh,” you softly mutter, “I didn’t do your bedroom and office. I didn’t know if you’d be okay with me being there without you? I did buy some stuff for it..”

“Of course, my house is your house,” Lando quickly states, “but what did you buy?”

You start to inform Lando about the last decorations you got for his place. His smile grows when he hears about the piece of fan art that you picked up. When you show it him later that day, he doesn’t stop kissing you anymore. 

That night you sleep together with Lando in his newly decorated bedroom. The both of you know that there’s still a lot to talk about, but neither of you start about it for now. It will come some day, but the conversation isn’t happening now. For now, you’re just glad to lay in Lando his arms (and bed) again. 

+++

The following morning you decided to get some breakfast for Lando and you. After sleeping peacefully in his arms again, you want to spend the day together as well. Lando was still asleep when you left, meaning that you can surprise him with the breakfast. There’s a small bakery close to Lando his apartment which you visited. On the passengers seat from Lando his car lays a box filled with some fresh bread, some sweets and fresh fruit. Carefully you drive Lando his car out of the parking place where you were standing in before.

Yesterday you told Lando that you’ve borrowed his car and how you were almost dying to borrow his custom McLaren once as well. Lando was quick to tell you that you could always take it with you, as long as you would be careful. So this morning you took your shot. You’ve probably never driving as careful as today, but the car is worth it. You enjoyed the short road towards the bakery and now you’re sitting in the car for your way back, you’re already enjoying it again. 

Lando keeps surprising you. It still amazes you that you can borrow all of his expensive cars whenever you want. It’s sweetly how much he wants to share everything with you. So after getting out of bed earlier this day, you also borrowed one of his sweaters. Oops? You can only hope that he will react like he did last time you wore his clothes.

You drive off the parking lot. When you’re waiting for the road to clear so you can drive onto it, you feel yourself falling forwards. The seatbelt pulls you back. Surprised you look around you. What did just happen? It almost felt like .. “Fuck,” you shout when you see a car way too close to the back of Lando his McLaren. Did this just really happen? You almost shout frustrated again. Then you unbuckle your seatbelt and get out of the car. 

You feel like crying right now. When you see a scratch on the back of Lando his expensive car, you almost start to cry as well. What even happened? You notice that the car who hit Lando’s has pulled back a bit, there’s a guy standing next to it. Quickly you walk towards him. You’re ready to yell at him, to tell him exactly how stupid he is, but that won’t change a thing. 

“I’m so sorry,” the guy is quick to tell you. He’s blabbering about not seeing you while driving out of his parking place backwards. He’s already busy with filling on his insurance forms. While he has collect his calmness again, you still feel ready to messily cry about everything that just happened. 

What’s Lando going to say about this? 

When you have gotten the insurance papers from the guy, you still keep looking at the scratch on Lando his car. This time you can’t stop it from happening, a small tear rolls down over your cheek. You really have to get away from here, because everyone will see you crying in no time. What if the gossip accounts will get information about this? You look around you, but it seems no one is paying attention. 

Annoyed with everything that happened you get into the car again. Quickly you drive off the parking lot. You feel nervous for Lando his reaction. This car is his everything. Fuck. You should never have taken it with you. You doubt about calling or texting Lando before you’re back at the apartment, but eventually you decide that you’ll tell him there. 

When you’re standing in front of Lando only minutes later with the box full of breakfast, he seems so happy that you almost don’t dare to tell him. It’s your own tears who are quick to make you tell Lando what happened. 

“Babygirl?” Lando asks you confused. 

His soft voice cause you to fully breakdown. Within seconds you’re a crying mess. You’re sobbing while multiple tears roll down on your cheeks. You try to explain it to Lando, but the words aren’t coming out. 

“What happened?” Lando continues to ask you. He has no idea what happened to you. 

You try to explain it, but you can’t even form a normal sentence at the moment. Eventually you take Lando his hand and drag him with you to the garage. In the mean time you mutter out different words, which cause Lando to have an idea about what happened. When you show him what happened to his car, Lando seems to finally get what happened.

“You had an accident?” Lando asks you just to be sure. 

“I’m so sorry Lan, somebody drove into the back while he was getting out of the parking,” you try to explain to him. He doesn’t sound mad, but you’re still nervous for when he will get angry. “I really couldn’t help it,” you continue nervously, “but I do have his insurance forms.”

Lando shakes his head in disbelieve. “I don’t care about that,” he tells you a bit frustrated. You suspect that this will be the moment of him getting mad at you. That’s why you’re more then surprised when Lando takes you into his arms and carefully starts to inspect you. 

“How are you babygirl?” Lando asks you. “Did you get hurt or anything?”

You soft shake your head at Lando his questions. “We’re going to the doctor, someone will have to check so we can be sure,” Lando tells you. 

“That’s not necessary,” you speak up softly, “It wasn’t that hard, the seatbelt pulled me back before anything could happen.” 

“You’re really okay?” Lando asks you again. 

“Yes,” you tell him, “but your car has a bit of damage.. Maybe you should look at it?”

Lando softly nods at your words. He does feel a bit sad about his car, but it’s nothing compared with how stressed he is about you. He needs to make sure that you’re actually okay. Without thinking about it Lando takes you into his arms and starts to inspect you again. He can’t find any damage on you, but still. Then he finally walks to the back of his car. With how upset you are he expects the worst and biggest scratch of them all right now.

When he sees one tiny bump and scratch, he almost laughs out loud. 

“Are you this nervous about such a little scratch?” Lando asks you. You can only nod. “They’ll have this fixed in no time baby,” Lando comforts you, “and this is not your fault, okay?” 

“You’re too sweet,” you sigh relieved, “I’d have gotten it if you were mad.”

“As if I can get mad at you,” Lando playfully scoffs. 

“Why not?” You ask confused.

“You’re way too cute,” Lando compliments. 

It causes you to smile for the first time since the accident. Lando shows you a small smile as well. “Let’s go back, I’m in the mood for breakfast,” he tells you. You nod to agree with him. “And maybe after that, we can talk a bit.”

In no time you’re stressed again. 

part ten

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Girllll it’s been 2 weeks are you alright x

yess !! i'm back, ty for asking x

[f1goat]

When is part eight coming? I need it🤭

part eight 😏😏😏😏😏😏

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roommates ; lando norris + part eight

In which you have to live with your brothers best friend who you really don't like, Lando Norris, and his many 'girlfriends' for a while, but there's always a thin line between love and hate.

masterlist - playlist

lando norris x fem!verstappen reader tw: smut & not proofread

Lando: Still not happy about you having your own hotel room

You let out a soft chuckle when you read Lando’s text message. Since you have gotten here on Wednesday, Lando has been whining about you having your own hotel room. You typ a reply, reminding him that it was him that booked the room for you. After getting back multiple sad smileys, you leave your phone alone. For now you have to focus on what you’re going to wear.

When Lando wasn’t whining about you having your own room, he has been whining about you not wearing his merchandise. So, when he started whining about that again today, you decided to change up your outfit after the third free practice. Lando however did think you’d be his after the third practice, but was disappointed to find out that you were already on your way back to the hotel. 

While looking in the mirror, you touch up your make up a bit. You’re pretty sure that you’ll be on a lot of gossip accounts after wearing this to the track. You don’t even know how Max is going to respond - you could always say that you’ve lost a bet? After spraying on some perfume, you take one last look in the mirror. Your reflection looks back at you. Dressed in a hoodie that you’ve snatched away from Lando his room recently, it’s pretty clear who you’re supporting. Lando his surname is all over the hoodie. Max is either going to laugh at you or be mad. Oops. 

In the mean time Lando is waiting impatiently for you to get back to the track. He almost feels annoyed with you for not being here. Your attention has been snatched away since you’re here. Not that Lando can blame you. He does however blame himself for getting you your own room. When he booked the room, he didn’t know yet that things would change between you two. It would be better if you shared his room with him. In some weird way Lando feels more peaceful while sleeping with you. 

He sighs when he sees another text from you coming in, telling him that you’re stopping by RedBull first to talk with your brother. This is what he meant. Lando can’t believe himself for feeling this way, but he realizes what a luxury it is to have you in his home normally. Before he realizes what he’s doing, Lando is already walking towards the RedBull motorhome as well. The gossip accounts will love this probably. He already wonders what kind of rumors they will make up to fit by the pictures. 

“Lando?” Max asks surprised when he sees his friend. Lando wants to reply, he really does, but then he notices you. The words that were almost out of his mouth, are quick to vanish. He can only focus on you. Fuck, he shouldn’t have come to RedBull. If he had you at the McLaren motorhome right now, he would drag you in his room and have his way with you until he really had to leave for qualifying. 

Lando can’t look away from you. He feels insane for responding like this, but he can’t focus on anything else then you right now. He can’t believe that you’re actually wearing his merchandise. Now that he takes a better look at it, Lando even starts to think that you’ve gotten this hoodie out of his closet. Something he only likes more.

“What are you doing here Lando?” Max asks again. 

This time the words come in. Lando thinks about a reply, but doesn’t know one. What is he doing here? He’s only here because he was too impatient to wait for you coming back to him. He probably shouldn’t say that. 

“Uh, picking up y/n,” Lando eventually lies. Although is it really a lie? He is here to take you with him towards the McLaren motorhome. “I told her I’d show her the McLaren motorhome,” he continues. You almost laugh when you hear Lando his obvious lies. When you look at your brother and jokingly shake your head, Max has to hold back a laugh as well. 

“Desperate excuse mate,” Max chuckles, “but have fun together.” 

Lando can’t help and lets out a soft nervous laugh as well. He’s bad at this. When he feels your hand around his upper arm, he shows you a soft grateful smile. “Let’s go,” you tell him. Lando nods. The both of you wish Max luck on his own qualifications and then turn away from the RedBull motorhome. 

“So I’m going to get a whole tour?” You jokingly ask Lando. 

Lando scoffs. “You’re getting a tour of the couch in my drivers room,” he states with a soft voice, “You’re going to find out how it feels to get fucked onto it.” 

You feel your cheeks heating up from the way Lando talks to you. When he shows you a small grin after those words, you’re pretty sure that you’ve actually fallen for him. This isn’t some silly little crush anymore. You really like him. Fuck. 

Within minutes Lando has you inside of the McLaren motorhome, hurried he walks with you towards his own driver room. There isn’t much time left and he really needs to fuck you in these clothes before having to qualify. You on the other hand are focussed on how different the McLaren motorhome looks. Normally Lando would have found your questions and interest adorable, but now he really needs to get you to his room. He is already having a hard time with keeping his hands of you, he needs to have you for himself. 

Right before he can open up the door and get you finally inside of his room, he walks into Oscar. Fuck. He tries to open his door anyways, but before he can get you in the room with him Oscar is already introducing himself. Lando sighs. How hard can it be to get you for himself?

“You’re y/n right?” Oscar asks you. He sticks out his hand for you to shake. Something you do quickly. “Yes! Nice to meet you Oscar,” you reply. 

“What are you doing at McLaren? Aren’t you supposed to support Max right now?” Oscar jokingly asks.

Before you can reply, Lando is already interrupting the conversation. “We really can’t talk right now, will see you later,” he informs Oscar. Then he’s quick to pulls you into his room with him. You can only show Oscar an apologetic look before Lando closes the door. You raise one of your eyebrows while looking at Lando. You’re curious what has him acting like this. The last days he was pretty close with you as well, but nothing like this. This seems like a whole new level. 

“You’re acting like you want everyone to find out that we’re fucking,” you playfully accuse Lando. 

“Says the one wearing my shirt,” Lando remarks. 

Then it clicks. Lando has been begging you to wear something like this. Is this his real reaction to you finally giving in to his pleas? He really must like it then. You feel your cheeks reddening. You really like this reaction. If you knew it would be like this, you would have worn his clothes since the first time he asked. 

“So you like it?” You ask.

Lando can’t hold back a smirk. “I love it babygirl,” he tells you. It makes you smile as well. You think about Lando his words from before. “So, where is this couch you were going to give me a tour from?” You ask him sweetly. 

Within seconds Lando has you pressed up against the wall. He’s messily kissing you. You feel his soft lips all over your body. His hands are quick to disappear underneath your skirt. He grabs your ass and firmly squeezes your cheeks. It makes you let out a soft yelp. Lando uses the short second in which your mouth is slightly opened to slide his tongue in your mouth. You don’t even try to fight for the dominance. 

Softly you let out a moan. You feel Lando smirk against your lips. It makes you almost roll with your eyes. Lando enjoys having you all worked up like this. 

“Lan,” you softly whimper when he’s still teasing you. Lando is pressing kisses against your neck. Softly he sucks on a small piece of your skin. He’s leaving a trail of love bites on your skin while moving downwards. It causes you to let out more moans. “Lan,” you whimper again, but louder this time.

Lando stops his movements. He’s waiting for you to say something. 

“Please do something,” you beg him. 

“So needy,” Lando tells you, “Such a needy girl.” 

It makes you only more aroused when Lando speaks to you like this. So when he continues with soft whispers in your ears, he doesn’t even have to do anything else for you to let out a hard moan. Lando chuckles, softly telling you that everyone can hear you like this. Normally you’d feel ashamed, but Lando doesn’t seem to mind it when you let out another moan. 

“Let them hear how good I make you feel,” Lando instructs you, “Don’t you dare to hold back.”

He finally slides aside your string. Teasingly he slides his finger through your slit. When he sees your eyes plastered on his face, Lando teases you even more. He takes his finger into his mouth, sucking of your wetness. 

“Taste so good princess,” Lando groans.

“Please Lan,” you whine, “Don’t tease.” 

It seems like Lando is shaking his head at you. You’re afraid he’s going to tease you a lot more then this. Until you hear a loud knock on his door. The sounds gets you back to reality. Fuck. What is someone walks in on you? Lando notices your shock. He thinks it’s pretty cute. You think it’s less cute when he starts to take of his race suit. Isn’t he stressing about someone walking in?

“Lando!” The person yells through the door, “You have two minutes before you have to get in the car.”

Lando doesn’t back down from you. His race suit is hanging around his ankles. Softly you take his boner in your hands. You guess this is going to be a fast one. Lando doesn’t seem like he wants to stop before fucking you properly. 

It doesn’t last long before he shows you that you’re right. Lando slides his finger through your slit again. He uses a bit of your slick to make his dick a bit more sleek. 

“I’m serious Lando!” The person yells again. 

“Yes, almost ready,” Lando tells them with a loud voice. You hear how the person is walking off. 

“Ready princess?” Lando asks you softly. You show him a small nod. That’s all it takes for Lando to slide inside of you. He fucks you on a fast pace. Slamming himself in and out of you. You can’t do anything else then moaning his name. Lando knows how to make you feel good. His finger finds your clit. He traces it. 

“Tonight I’m going to take all my time with you,” Lando promises with a soft whisper in your ear, “but only if you ask me nicely if you can cum.”

Within seconds pleas are rolling of your lips. Lando can’t stop smirking. This sight makes him fall even harder for you. He’s quick to tell you that you can cum, only to increase his pace even more. When you let out a long moan, Lando is quick to follow you into his orgasm as well. 

“If you’re going to react like this every time I wear you clothes, I think I’ll wear them a lot more often,” you jokingly tell Lando after catching your breath. 

“My closet is yours babygirl,” Lando is quick to tell you. 

+++

After the race weekend, Lando had to be in MTC for a couple days. Which caused one good thing, you didn’t have to answer his question - what you’re exploring together - for now. That conversation has been delayed. Something you’re quite glad about, because you still have no idea what to answer. After this weekend you can safely say that you’ve fallen in love with Lando, but you’re still not sure about his intentions. Maybe you should speak to Max about this? It wouldn’t surprise you if Max knows more about this. 

It only lasted one day for you to get bored in Lando his apartment. Since Max is also busy with training, you can’t visit him as well. Boring. You’re really bored. It caused you to look around in Lando his apartment better. No, you didn’t snoop in his bedroom or game/work room. But you did figure out that Lando really doesn’t know how to decorate. 

Something that caused you to finally figure out what to do the next days. If you’re right, Lando is away for two more days. He texted you before that if he was lucky he could come back home tomorrow eve at it’s earliest. So, you have a bit of time left. That’s exactly why you’re busy with putting bags inside of Lando his McLaren. Maybe you should have taken a car with you with a bit more packing space? 

“He’s either gonna hate or love me,” you softly mutter to yourself while continuing to press the bags together. Quickly you take a picture of the overloaded trunk and text it to Max.

y/n: time to redecorate

You smile at your phone. Lando did tell you a couple times that he wouldn’t care if you changed a couple things. He even said that you could paint to walls pink at one point. If he lets you drive in his McLaren, he surely doesn’t mind a couple changes to his decor.. Right? 

While driving back you think about everything you’ve gathered. It’s not like you’re going to paint his house, but you’re going to make it a bit more homey. It’s not like you’ve only bought stuff which you like, you even went out of your way to meet up with a fan for a fan art of Lando. 

Coming back to Lando his apartment, it takes you a while to unload the trunk of his McLaren. Your hands are quite full while walking towards the elevator. When you’re finally back in the apartment and unpacked all your bags, it’s starting to stress you out a bit. What if you bought to many? You try to set aside those thoughts.

You start to focus on redecorating the place. It doesn’t take you long before you see the first changes. It’s a wonder what a couple decorations can do. You can’t wait for tomorrow. You did order a couple things as well which certainly wouldn’t fit in the McLaren. You’re still doubting if you’re going to make changes to Lando his bedroom as well. You did buy some stuff for it, but you’ll probably wait for Lando to come back so he can make that decision. 

You almost jump up when you hear the doorbell. You didn’t expect that. Now that you think of it, you expect no one. Should you even open it? What if there’s someone for Lando? Worse thoughts are entering your mind. You can’t stop about thinking about a possibility that there’s a girl standing in front of the door for Lando. You try to discard those thoughts, but it doesn’t work that quickly. It reminds you about the biggest problem you have with answering Lando his question, you don’t know what you’re exploring with him because you don’t know if you can trust him. 

After a bit of doubting you walk towards the front door. You’re glad when you see that it’s just Max who’s standing in front of the door. Quickly you open the door for him. 

“Max,” you happily greet him, “I was about to call you tonight.”

“Here I am,” Max chuckles. 

You try to talk about nothings for a while, but you keep thinking about Lando. You want ask Max multiple questions, he must know something from Lando right? You do however have no idea how to start a conversation about your brothers best friend. 

It doesn’t take long before you’re drifting off in your thoughts. You can’t help it. Last days, or better said since your first night with Lando, this keeps happening to you. Since Lando is in Woking it has only gotten worse. It makes you realizes that you’re missing him. You’re actually missing Lando. That can’t be good.

Max is about to say something, but you need to get out your words. You don’t care about interrupting Max for now, you need to speak up because otherwise you probably never will. 

“Can I confess something?” You carefully ask Max.

You think about the way you’re going to tell Max. You can’t just confess that you’re fucking with his best friend, right? Max probably thinks you still dislike Lando. For a short moment you wonder about how Max will feel about this? It’s not like he’s going to get mad, right? You let out a soft sigh. Why didn’t you think about this before? There’s a possibility of Max getting mad at you, or at Lando. This is stupid. Before you can say anything else, Max is already talking to you. 

“Are you finally going to confess that you’re fucking with Lando?” Max asks you bluntly. 

You have no idea how to react to this. You inspect your brothers face. He doesn’t seem mad, but you never sure about that. Then you notice a soft sound coming from Max. It almost sounds like a soft laugh. Is he laughing about this? You look at your brother again. He is in fact laughing at you. 

“I’m not mad,” Max quickly tells you, “and you can’t be mad at Lando for telling me. He has been waiting for this to happen for ages.”

That makes you even more silent. Lando has been waiting for this to happen for ages? Just to have sex with you or for more? 

“Fuck I’ve said too much.” Max is quick to realize his mistake. “Don’t tell him I said that,” he pleads you. 

“What did you mean with it?” You ask Max.

“Answer my question first,” Max tells you, “What do you feel for Lando?”

This time you don’t hold back. You’ve been waiting for someone to ask you this. It feels like a weight gets lifted off your chest while confessing to your brother how you actually feel about Lando. 

“I think I’m in love with him,” you confess, “Is that bad? It’s just that I miss him since he has left my side and I can’t stop thinking about him.” You fall silent for a bit. You try to gather your thoughts and to make out a normal sentence. “I uh, I just feel different around Lando. He’s making me feel things I’ve never felt before, not even with my ex,” you confess to Max, “but..”

“I was already waiting for the but,” Max says.

“I don’t know if I can trust him,” you sigh, “I mean, he’s a player. Right? What if this is something else for him?”

“He was only fucking other girls because he thought he couldn’t get you,” Max confesses for his friend, “but I can’t tell you more then that. Trust him and you’ll find out quick enough that he’s head over heels for you.”

part nine

a/n ; thinking about ending this story soon - my inspiration is quite gone. hopefully some new ideas will hit me soon :) you can always send in request (not promising i'll write everything!) thanks for the support!!

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his stripper + lando norris (one shot)

In which Lando his friends take him to a stripclub, where he meets you. He's quick to come back weekly, every Tuesday you're his. But when he comes another day and finds you on the lap of some other guy, something in him snaps.

fem!stripper reader x lando norris

trigger warnings: stripper reader, sexual content, smut, a bit of unwanted physical contact (nothing much!) + not proofread as usual

masterlist - playlist

the first time at the stripclub

He’s nervous. This is nothing for him. The whole setting is wrong and puts him off. His mood is getting worse instead of better, but he can’t tell his friends about that. They tried, they really did. After Lando told them about being a bit miserable since the break up with his ex, they tried everything to cheer him up. Nothing really worked. Clubbing all night whenever he could, didn’t do the trick. Flirting shamelessly with every girl he saw, also didn’t work. He believes that tonight is some last option. A ‘if this doesn’t work, nothing will’ kind of option. 

But, this is a fucking stripclub. It won’t help him feel any better. To be honest, it only seems to make things worse. 

Lando looks at every small detail in the club. The atmosphere makes him even more nervous. It surprises him that there are many young guys who seem to be around his age. He always thought there only would be older guys. He takes a sip of his drink. It seems to be some strong cocktail with whiskey. He doesn’t like it. 

“You’re looking as bitter as that drink,” one of his friends tell him jokingly. 

Lando soft sighs and nods, “Maybe you’re right,” he says. 

“Just enjoy this mate,” another friend says. 

Lando tries to think about words that can tell his friends that he won’t enjoy this, but he doesn’t want to sound ungrateful. Before he can think about the right words, he’s distracted by the music becoming louder. Almost ashamed he starts to look at the podium, where you enter the place and greet everyone with a timid smile. 

You aren’t what Lando thought a stripper would be. It’s almost as there is an innocence hanging around you. He almost feels like he has to save you from this place. What’s a girl like you doing in a place like this? Lando already starts to feel infected with the thoughts about you. He’s already feeling you enter his mind and making a long term place for yourself.

That can’t be good.

He keeps looking at you. Even if he wanted to, he couldn’t tear his gaze away from you. Everything about you is beautiful. You aren't a model like his ex, but maybe that’s what he likes most about you right now. There’s some sort of natural beauty hanging around you. And in combination with the innocence look on your face, it makes you way too dangerous for him. He should look away from you, leave this place and never come back. But Lando already starts to feel addicted. Fuck, who are you?

“I told you he’d like her.” He hears one of his friends make a remark to another one. He wonders if his friends came here more often. Have saw you before. Maybe even touched you? Fuck, he almost feels himself getting mad at only the thought.

You’re a stripper. He needs to remind himself about that all the time. But when he sees the way you’re moving on the stage, his opinion changes again. You’re not simply stripping like earlier girls on that stage did. It’s almost like you’re performing some sort of art. 

He really is losing his mind here.

Lando looks at all the movements you make. He watches how you slowly tease the crowd with your movements. When you unclasp your bra, Lando almost loses it. He doesn’t want you to show everyone even more of your body. A relieved sigh is leaving his mouth when he notices the nipple stickers on your boobs. 

The short skirt you’re wearing is next. Slowly you turn yourself around to give the crowd a sneak peak. Lando wants nothing more then to feel your ass. When he sees what you’re hiding on the short skirt, he wants nothing more for you to sit in his lap. Eventually you lose the skirt as well. Lando feels in some trance while staring at you. Why can’t he function like a normal person anymore?

When the first girls danced on stage, he couldn’t care less. But with you? He can’t seem to look away. His friends notice it as well. It’s probably even worse then they already expected. Lando doesn’t pay attention to them anymore, until you leave the stage. He can barely withhold himself from throwing money on the stage as well. It seems rude to do so, even though it’s your job. 

Would it be a sin to get you alone with him? 

The next girl shows up and starts her routine, but Lando has lost his focus again. He’s focussing on his friends who are making fun of him for liking you this much. It annoys him how he doesn’t even know who you are, what your name is and how he can see you again. 

“We have one more surprise for you,” his best friend, Max, tells him. Lando gives him a strange look. What is he talking about? Instead of getting an explanation, there’s showing up someone in front of him. It seems to be one of the security members from the club. “Suzuka is ready for you,” he tells Lando. 

“Go with him,” his friends encourage Lando. He feels strange. Who’s Suzuka? Is that a nickname from one of the strippers? Of course his friends picked someone with a name who’s connected to formula one. He sighs, but he does follow the security member. What if it’s you? He needs to know for sure.

In a short amount of time he has followed the guy to a smaller room. There’s no one around yet. The guy tells Lando that Suzuka will be here any moment. It makes him nervous. When he looks around in the room, it’s clear that it’s used for the more private dances. Fuck. He doubts about leaving this room, this place and his friends, to go home. But the small chance of you being Suzuka stops him. So, he takes place on the small couch that’s standing in the room. 

When the door opens, he’s surprised that it is actually you. 

Apparently his friends know him ever better then he already thought. They did pick out the right girl. 

From up close you look even more beautiful to him. Lando again feels like he’s entering some sort of trance. You walk closer towards him. It makes him nervous. What does he need to say to you? He doesn’t even know what’s going to happen next. Is he getting a private dance? Or are his friends just pranking him? 

“Hey,” you softly greet Lando. It amazes him that you still seem shy and timid. He thought that was an act for on the stage. “Hi,” Lando greets you back with even more nerves. 

When you show Lando another small smile, he feels like he’s going to lose it. He needs to feel your body against his. He needs it. Now. His dick has already hardened up and is pressing painfully against his jeans. 

“I need to inform you about the rules first,” you tell him a bit less timid. It’s almost like a business transaction right now. “You can’t touch me unless I give permission first, which I normally don’t. When the time is up, it’s up. No begging for more. This is just a lap dance. Don’t ask for more, because this is all I do. If you want more, find another girl.” 

“You only give lap dances?” Lando asks you. 

“Yes,” you confirm.

“Thank god,” Lando sighs. 

He doesn’t know where this reaction is coming from. He’s just glad that other guys can’t touch you as well. Before you can ask him about his reaction, there’s a slow song starting. Apparently it’s your sign to start dancing. In no time you’re closely pressed up against his body. Slowly grinding your ass against Lando his body. It takes a lot from him to stop himself from touching you. 

Lando doesn’t know how to act. The moves you’re making are making him lose his mind. It’s insane. He wants to touch you, but he can’t. There’s nothing more he wants then to press his lip against any place of your body. To discover your body with his hands. To do whatever you allow him to. But he doesn’t make any movements. He lets you do your thing. He can’t however stop himself from questioning you. 

“What’s your real name?” He asks you when he notices that the song is about to end.

You grind yourself on his clothed dick and even let out a soft moan. Something that surprises you as well. Normally you absolutely hate doing this part of your job, even saying no whenever you can to the private dances. But this guy, he’s doing things to you as well. And that without even doing things.

“I’ll tell mine in return,” Lando tries to convince you. He doesn’t know that you know who he is. You know a lot more about him then he suspects at this point.

“No need Lando,” you tell him. You see how his eyes widen from the surprise. What you don’t see is that Lando feels like he’s really losing everything right now. It sounds heavenly to hear you say his name. “But,” you continue with a soft voice, “if you promise to keep it a secret, you can know mine.”

“Promise,” Lando quickly says.

The music has stopped in the mean time. You know that you have to leave this room, but before you actually do so you move closer to Lando once more. 

“It’s y/n,” you whisper in his ear, “and maybe if you come again, you can figure out some other things about me.” 

It’s the first time ever that you ask someone to come again. 

You really hope you’ll see Lando again. 

the second time at the stripclub

It surprises you when the following Tuesday Lando is already back in the stripclub. You wonder if it’s for you. Or is it just a coincidence? It doesn’t take you long to notice him. He’s early and it seems like he’s alone this time. Before you can think about it in any more details, you’re already distracted by the others girls in the dressing room with you. 

They have seen him as well. It’s not that weird for a celebrity to be seen in this stripclub. It’s Monaco after all. Charles Leclerc has been here a couple times as well and many non formula one related celebs as well. But still, it seems like your coworkers have found some interest in Lando as well. They keep talking about his good looks and how they would drop everything for him. How he can have his way with them, even discarding the rules of the club. “If he wants to fuck me, who am I to say no?” One girl even jokes.

It makes you annoyed in some weird way. Before you had a small bit of hope for Lando to pick you again tonight. But now you realize that last time his friends chose, this time he’ll probably try someone else. Maybe even one from your coworkers who doesn’t follow the rules. 

While standing in front of the mirror you decide to change your outfit again. Now that you know that he’s here again, you have another outfit in mind. It’s a bit more orange then what you’re wearing now, some may even say that it’s more papaya. 

Lando has already made sure that you’re his after your show. The small room from before has been booked again. Since he met you last week, he couldn’t stop thinking about you. He needed to see you again. So, here he is. This will probably be the last time, he just needs to prove to himself that you weren’t that special. He hasn’t been this close with another girl since his ex, that must have been the cause for his extreme reaction. 

When you show up in a tiny papaya dress on the stage, Lando has lost all his earlier thoughts.

Fucking hell. He was so wrong. You’re more then special. You’re everything.

He watches your show. He can safely say that he didn’t even miss a millisecond. He saw everything. He couldn’t even tear his eyes of you if he wanted to. 

After your show he’s quick to walk towards the same room as last week. This time he can find it himself. When he’s standing in front of the door, he suddenly starts to feel nervous. Isn’t it weird what he’s doing? What if you think he’s creepy? 

Before he can back out, you’re already opening the door for him. You’re glad when you notice that it is him again. 

“You’re back,” you softly state.

Lando can only nod. 

“That’s great,” you tell him with a smile.

When he walks inside the room with you, he can’t stop focusing on the way your ass bounces every time you take a step. It’s making him even more aroused. When you take him towards the same sofa as last week, Lando lets you. He sits down and waits for the music to start. He waits for you to start dancing again. 

You position yourself on his lap. The music can start any minute, but before you want to do something else. Carefully you take Lando his hands into your own. You place them on your own body. Lando is quick to show you a confused look. 

“Don’t make it inappropriate,” you joke, but there’s a truth hiding into your words. Lando nods quickly. He doesn’t move his hands. The feeling of your soft skin underneath his hands is already enough for him. Softly he holds your waist, waiting for you to continue.

Then the music starts. Lando loses himself in your moves, but he makes sure that his hands stay on your waist. It surprises you. When you’re done a few minutes later, Lando has many questions for you but has no idea with which one he should start. Eventually he asks you the worst one.

“Why?”

He doesn’t need to explain himself, you know what he’s asking. 

“Money,” you answer as if it’s the only possible answer. For you it is. 

Lando grabs his wallet, doesn’t think about his next movements and gets all the cash he has out of it. He gives you all of it. You don’t know what to say or do. Thankfully you accept it.

“Take the rest of the week off please,” Lando softly asks you. Then the lights in the room are going on again. It’s your sign to leave. You do however nod at Lando his question. 

“Next week, same time?” You ask Lando jokingly before leaving the room. This time it’s Lando who shows you a nod.

You’re boss is ready to kill you when you tell him you’ll only work on Tuesdays from now on. Lando his money is maybe not enough to make such a decision, but you’re sure about yourself. You’ll manage. 

the fourth time at the stripclub

Every Tuesday he’s here again. Always at the beginning of the night. He’s the first one to book you for a lapdance. He’s also the only one you agree to. You guess that he pays your boss good money, because the guy doesn’t even complain anymore if you deny other guests. 

Last weeks you have gotten to know Lando better. Conversations are still small and awkward, but you have the idea that you’re getting somewhere with Lando. Before you always went to the stripclub because ‘you had to’, now you’re looking forward it. Lando changed things for you. Even the dance you perform for everyone is almost nice now. You love the feeling of Lando watching you. It even makes you feel kinda aroused. 

Sometimes you can’t stop staring at Lando when you’re dancing in front of the crowd. It’s insane how he makes you feel. Is it weird that it almost feels like you’re crushing on him? That must be weird.

“Babygirl,” Lando greets you happily when you walk into the room. You’re quick to greet him back and give him a small hug. Lando smiles at you. He can safely say that Tuesday has become the favorite day of his week. Sometimes he thinks about coming more often, but he barely can. His schedule is busy and there are a lot of races. It may be only Tuesday that he sees you and he doesn’t even speak to you for a long time, but he really likes it. Maybe he can even say that he likes you. Not that he’s surprised about that, it was pretty clear after the impact you made on him the first time.

Slowly you move your body over Lando. You let your ass grind on his cock. Lando feels it hardening underneath your touch. Things feel different today. It almost seems like you’re doing even more then the other times. You make sure that with every move, you make contact with his crotch. Shaking your ass as sensual as you can.

When you turn around and take place on Lando his lap, he lets out a moan. Normally he has to take care of himself after what you’re doing to him, but this time he already starts to feel close to an orgasm. You grind yourself on his lap. It makes him insane. When you grab Lando his head and softly move it to your neck, the hint is clear. Lando let himself explore your neck and shoulders. He presses soft kisses against it.

It seems like you want him to enjoy things even more. His hand, which was earlier sneaked around your waist, is now in your hand and on it’s way to a new location. Lando lets out his hardest moan so far when he feels your boob in his hand. Carefully he moves his hand underneath your bralette. 

“Can I?” Lando asks you just to be sure. 

“Yes please,” you’re quick to reply.

That is everything it takes for Lando to start exploring your breasts. You let him know that he can use his other hand was well. He’s quick to do so. Softly he kneads your boobs. It earns him a soft moan from you. Something that only motivates him to continue his movements. He gives one of your nipples a soft pinch, it causes you to let out another moan. 

When the music ends, the two of you don’t even notice. Lando is focused on you. Your focused on Lando and his touch. It’s a loud knock on the door that brings the two back of you back to reality. You know it’s one of the security guards, who’s telling you that the time is up. 

Fuck. You think it, Lando says it. 

“Fuck,” Lando mutters. 

“It’s more for extra time,” you softly tell Lando. 

“Since when do you do extra time?” Lando asks you, referring back to his first meeting with you in which you told him that time’s up means time’s up. 

“Do you want to masturbate or do you want me to help you out?” You ask Lando. 

It’s almost unrealistic how hurried Lando gets to the door. He’s quick to open it, put some money in the worker his hands and slams it close again. Now he can only hope that he didn’t hear you wrong. 

He’s rather quick to find out that he heard you correctly. You’re dropped to your knees and sitting in front of him. When Lando was talking with the security member, you appeared to pull off your bralette. Lando can’t stop looking at your boobs. Since when is he this easily affected by only boobs? Lando almost feels ashamed for himself. He feels like a teenage boy.

You help him to undo his belt in the mean time. Lando pulls down his pants. His boxer stays on - for now he guesses. You press a soft kiss on his member through his underwear. Then you take it in your hand. His boxer doesn’t stop you from stroking his boner. Lando is quick to let out a couple moans caused by your movements. 

It’s the first time you’re doing something like this in the club. You know that other girls use this as a way to make even more money. Crazy enough, this isn’t about the money. You really want to make Lando feel good right now. 

He might have felt like a teenager before, but when Lando feels himself getting so close that he’s about to cum in his underwear - he really thinks he’s acting like one. 

“Fuck y/n,” Lando moans when his orgasm hits him. 

You can only smile proudly when you feel the wetness coming through his boxers.

the seventh time at the stripclub

You’re always happy when it’s Tuesday and you’re waiting for Lando again. After the first time you helped him getting off, things have changed between you two. You might not have kissed yet or have sex, but his dick has been in your hand and mouth a couple times now. It’s even arousing for you as for him. 

“Hey,” you greet Lando enthusiastically when you walk into the small room and see him sitting already. Lando shows you a small smile while greeting you back. His tone is less enthusiastic then normally. You wonder what’s going on. There’s barely time to figure that out. The music is already starting and you move yourself around Lando.

“You don’t have to,” Lando tells you. Confused you back out a bit and look at Lando. There’s something wrong, but you can’t figure it out. Lando does however pulls you closer towards himself and positions you on his lap. It’s nothing new that he touches you. Since the second time you danced for him, you allowed him to. 

“What’s wrong?” You eventually ask Lando. He even seems sad how longer you look at him. 

“I won’t be coming for a couple weeks,” Lando explains, “I guess three weeks?” 

“Oh?” You’re quick to match Lando his disappointed voice. Why isn’t he coming the next couple weeks? You wonder if it’s something you did. What if he’s never coming back again? 

Lando quickly notices you disappointed look. Is it bad that he kinda likes it? Not that he wants to disappoint you, but he’s glad that he isn’t the only one who doesn’t like this. Maybe he can finally state that there’s something more going on between the two of you. 

“It’s the triple header princess,” Lando explains to you, “After that I’ll be all over you again.” 

“Deal?” You jokingly ask.

“Deal.”

The music has come to end end in the mean time. You hear the last tones fade away. It means you have to leave this room, but you don’t want to. Lando doesn’t remove his hands from your body as well. You can’t look away from him. Then Lando does something unusual. He softly grabs you chin and gets your face closer to his own. 

“Can I?” Lando asks you. 

You can only nod. Then you notice Lando coming even closer. His eyes are pretty from this close. You notice all kind of stuff. If you wanted to, you could count the small freckles on his face. But Lando is quick to snatch away your attention. Softly he presses his lips onto yours. 

It feels good. Almost too good. You know that you’ve never kissed with someone like this before. Lando seems to be careful with you, something else then your used to from exes. Lando is enjoying it too. He can’t seem to pull back anymore. If it’s up to him, he stays like this for the rest of the night. And maybe longer. 

When you slowly pull back from Lando, he’s quick to send you a questioning look. “The time,” you softly whisper. Lando nods understandingly. 

“I’ll see you when I’m back,” Lando tells you.

Before you can anything, Lando adds something else.

“I promise babygirl.” 

“I already can’t wait for you to come back,” you confess. 

That causes Lando to press another soft kiss against your lips. 

the eight time at the stripclub

It’s Sunday night. Lando couldn’t stop himself. After his race he barely made time for the press and the debrief from his team. He could only focus on getting home. Or better said, getting back to you. Last three weeks have been killing him. Every time he had a moment free, he could only think about you. And not in the way your body feels on his own, or about your magical hands and mouth that make him cum as if he’s a teenage boy experiencing his first orgasm. No, he can’t stopt thinking about how he feels while he’s with you. 

Now that he thinks back at it, his friends did find the solution for his bad mood when they took him to the stripclub. They might have thought that it was because the activity, but they brought him to you. 

Lando is pretty sure about his feelings for you. He thought about telling you about them when he saw you the last time, but he didn’t dare to. Now however, he’s sure that he needs to tell you. He needs to get you away from that terrible strip club for the rest of your live, so you can be his. 

When he walks into the stripclub he’s quick to try to book you for a lapdance later tonight. It annoys him when he hears you aren’t taking those tonight. Lando is quick to wonder if you’re already booked? Fuck. He barely thinks about things like that because it makes him so upset every time. He knows you’re a stripper. Other guys have seen your body barely clothed, maybe you even gave lap dances to other guys - maybe you’re doing that right now. Lando tries to shake off the terrible thoughts. He needs you to be his.

Only his.

In the mean time you’re making yourself ready for a night as bottle girl. It isn’t your normal job. Normally you don’t even work on this day. But, because you needed a favor from your boss for upcoming Tuesday you had to do this in return. You have decided that it’s one of the last times. The favor you needed was the small room for the same amount of money Lando pays normally, but then for the whole night. It’s the last time you plan to be here. You need to tell Lando about your feelings, then you need to quit and watch how things will go.

The only reason you kept the job for this long, is because of Lando.

When you walk outside the dressing room and start to waitress for your first table, you’re quick to feel annoyed. You boss coupled you at the worst table. It’s one of the tables that has the highest price, which causes the guests to think everything is about them. 

Lando looks around and wonders if you’re even working tonight. He doesn’t know your schedule. He doesn’t even know your phone number. Why didn’t he ask for that before? He doesn’t take a seat, he keeps looking around in hope to find you. 

It doesn’t take longer then ten minutes before one of the guests from your table starts to act inappropriate. “I believe you can make those other tables wait for a moment,” the guest tells you while gesturing you to take a seat next to him. You softly sigh but give him what he wants. In no time his arm has found a place on your shoulder. It makes you uncomfortable. You want to stand up and leave again, but the guy holds you on your place.

“Maybe you can give me a lapdance princess?” The guy asks you. The nickname annoys you. It feels wrong. You start to miss Lando even more. “I’ll pay you a lot for it,” he whispers as if it’s a secret. You try to deny him, but he has already pulled you until his own lap. You squirm while trying to get away from him, but the guy only likes that more. 

Lando realizes that he has gotten in a more private area from the stripclub by now. He has never seen this part before. It seems more luxurious then the rest of the place. He guesses this is for the guys who spend a lot of money here. Not for someone like him, who’s only spending money because he fell for one of the girls. He walks around, but doesn’t suspect to find you here. 

Then he sees you. It seems like you’re sitting on some other guys lap. Lando doesn’t even notice the look of discomfort on your face at first. He can only think about getting you away from there. This will sound crazy and way too possessive, but he needs to figure out a way to get you to quit from this awful job. He needs to find a way to make you his.

One of the guys on the table is the first one who notices Lando. “Hey Lando!” He yells enthusiastically, “Come join us.”

It’s that moment that you notice Lando as well. You try to get off the lap from the guy, but he still has a firm grip on you. He doesn’t let you go. Lando notices it. He even starts to notice the uncomfortable way you’re sitting and the annoyed look on your face. He can barely withhold himself from calling you one of his typical nicknames or your own name.

“Come here,” he instructs you as polite as he can manage, “You’re forgetting about my table. Everyone is thirsty.” He is lying and he can only hope that everyone will fall for it. The guy seems distracted and you use the moment to get out of his grip. Quickly you stand up and walk towards Lando. You’re so happy with him right now that you can kiss him. 

Not that you don’t want or can’t do that any other moment.

Lando doesn’t think anymore. He feels your presence next to himself. It makes him glad. The jealousy that has builded up in his chest seems to get a bit smaller again. He does however manage to instruct you something else.

“Tell your boss that you’re quitting and then meet me at the entrance.”

You can only nod at Lando his instructions. He seems a bit mad, but you aren’t sure if he’s mad at you, those guys, your boss or someone else. His jaw is slacked and a fierce gaze is found in his eyes. He looks when you walk to your boss, he notices the way the man his face falls flat - probably because he won’t get Lando his money anymore and then he sees you turning around again. That’s his sign to get to the entrance. 

When he sees you coming towards him a bit later, Lando is quick to grab your hand. “You’re coming home with me,” he tells you. You can only nod.

the first time at Lando’s place

“Fuck,” Lando curses, “The things you’re doing to me.” His lips are dragging on your neck. The elevator ride seems to be never ending. Lando his hands are all over you. “It’s unfair how fucking beautiful you are,” Lando continues, “Need to feel every part of you.” 

You’re thankful when the elevator reaches the right floor. Lando doesn’t give you the chance to walk for yourself. He picks you up and walks with you to his own apartment. Within the first seconds that you’re inside, Lando is already walking towards his bedroom. He drops you softly on his bed and hoovers above you. 

“Lan,” you softly moan when he softly sucks on the skin by your neck. 

He moves and presses his lips on yours. The kiss isn’t soft. It’s hard, rough and shows you exactly  how much he has missed you lately. His tongue is fighting with yours for dominance, something he wins in only seconds. Lando lets out a soft groan when he releases himself from you. 

“You’re mine,” Lando grunts. He almost says sorry after saying that. An ashamed feeling starts to creep up on his chest. But when he hears a soft moan leaving your mouth, he starts to feel less nervous about his remark. “Yours,” you even tell him with a soft voice. 

“Yeah?” Lando asks you. He needs to make sure that he heard you right. In the mean time he focusses on getting you out of your clothes. Not that you’re wearing many. 

“Yes,” you confirm. 

Lando pulls you on top of himself. “I want you to dance like normally,” he instructs you, “I want to feel your naked body on mine while you do so.” You’re fast to remove his clothes as well. All your clothes have piled up on the bedroom floor. Lando lets out a soft moan while he feels you grinding on his dick. 

“Feels even better like this princess,” he moans. 

“You know,” you softly say, “I was earning a favor from my boss tonight. Had planned a whole thing for you this Tuesday.” 

“Oh?”

“Yes,” you admit, “We had the room for ourself for the whole night. After that I was planning to quit.”

“Was it a goodbye for me?” Lando asks you confused. You lower your body. Softly you grab Lando his boner. You align it with your entrance before lowering your body even more. When Lando his dick enters your cunt, you let out a hard moan. Lando moans as well, but he keeps waiting for your answer. Were you going to say bye to him? Forever?

“It was not,” you confess, “I hoped it was a hello for our new life together.”

Your words silence Lando for a bit. He has no idea what to say. You slow down with your movements. Lando keeps thinking. Does this mean what he thinks it does? You like him? You what to explore those feelings for him? 

“I like you babygirl,” Lando confesses, “I really do.”

You increase your pace. Riding on Lando his dick while confessing how much you like him too. “You’re made for me,” Lando moans while he feels close to his orgasm, “Fucking made for only me.”

In only minutes the two of you focus on the way your orgasm hit. Lando groans. You let out a self yelp. Lando shows you a small smile, you return it. 

“You do realize that you’re my girlfriend now, right?” Lando asks you jokingly. 

“Duh,” you reply with the same jokingly tone. 

Lando presses his body close against yours. In some weird way he can’t wait to tell everyone about you. He’s never leaving you again for three fucking weeks. It’s only the conversations with his friends who were here with him the first night will be a bit different. But he doesn’t care about things like that. He can’t wait to show you the world. 

Lando presses a soft kiss against your cheek. “But, you can’t forget how to dance like this,” Lando tells you, “You really need to keep doing this to me.”

“Idiot,” you laugh.

“Maybe you need to practice again?”

Lando has your on top of himself in no time again. 

a/n: a small smutty one shot for you guys :)) for now i'll focus on my mini serie 'the roommate' again, but you can always send requests xx

[f1goat]

roommates ; lando norris + part seven

In which you have to live with your brothers best friend who you really don't like, Lando Norris, and his many 'girlfriends' for a while, but there's always a thin line between love and hate.

masterlist - playlist

lando norris x fem!verstappen reader tw: smut & not proofread

You let out an annoyed grunt when you wake up for the second time that night. Lando is still pressed up against your body. It’s nice, you’re more then comfortable with him cuddling you like this, but still you can’t seem to fall asleep. Every time you think you’ve finally fallen asleep, you wake up only a bit of time later. Maybe it’s your thoughts who keep you awake. There did happen a lot tonight after all. You relive the earlier happenings. Every time you think about what happened between Lando and you, you feel yourself getting heated. 

Before you can relive every moment for the tenth time this night, Lando wakes up as well. You feel him move against your body. It’s hard to miss how his cock grinds over your ass. Fuck, you feel yourself getting even more bothered right now. Are you really getting aroused again just because of this? Then a thought pops up in your head, could it be that you’re still too horny to sleep? It happened to you before, so it wouldn’t surprise you now that you think about it. 

“Can’t sleep babygirl?” Lando asks you with a raspy voice. That’s not making things better. Since when can he sound this hot? 

“No,” you softly confirm. 

“Something that’s keeping you awake?” Lando continues to ask. 

You don’t reply verbally. It’s not like you can tell Lando that you’re still horny, right? And you’re not even sure about that being the problem, it can also be because of everything that happened. Your mind is a mess right now trying to progress everything from tonight. 

“Or do you want to sleep in your own bed?” Lando asks you a bit nervous. Maybe he shouldn’t have pushed you to sleep here. 

This time you’re fast to respond. “No,” you reassure him quickly, “I uh, I don’t know what’s keeping me awake.”

“Regret?” Lando continues to ask you. He feels nervous while waiting for your answer. What if you tell him that you regret what happened? 

In the mean time you’re thinking about what to say. Words are getting mixed up in your head. You don’t regret what happened and you need Lando to know that as well, but you do however wonder what will be the result of that. And then you’re still feeling horny, which isn’t helping as well. You want to tell Lando all of that, but when you open your mouth it’s just one word that leaves your tongue. 

“Horny.”

“Horny?” Lando asks you confused, “You can’t sleep because you’re horny?” 

After saying it already, you can’t do anything else then confirm it. Slowly you nod your head to show Lando that being horny is in fact your problem right now. You see a small grin forming on Lando his face. He seems to like this answer. 

“Oh babygirl,” Lando softly says, “Let me help you.”

“Please,” you beg. 

You add more power to your words, by throwing the blankets of and moving yourself closer to Lando. Unsure you take place on his lap. You feel his hardened boner pressing against your thighs. Lando lets out a low grunt. “The things you’re doing to me princess,” he groans. You grind yourself on Lando his lap. 

Lando tries to take you off his lap, but you deny him. “Let me make you feel good,” he mutters frustrated, but you just shake your head. “Babygirl,” he says with a stern voice. It almost works, but you hold your position in his lap. “I can’t do anything like this,” Lando adds.

“That’s the point,” you softly tell Lando, “This time I’m going make sure you feel good.” 

Lando doesn’t know what overcomes him. Fuck, you’re incredibly hot already and when you’re saying things like that it only makes you hotter. You hover above him, making sure his boner is lined up with your entrance, before coming down again. It’s way more intense then earlier, you feel his dick sliding inside of you. Not that it’s hard, you’re still wet from thinking about earlier tonight. 

“Fuck,” Lando whimpers, “You better wake me up for this a whole lot more.”

You don’t reply to his statement. For now you focus on riding Lando his cock and making it one of the best times out of his life. Something you believe you’re accomplishing, at least with how many moans are coming out of Lando is seems so. 

While looking at Lando, you increase your pace a bit. You can’t seam to tear your eyes off from Lando. He looks amazing like this. There’s some sort of carefree look on his face, he seems to be focused on the pleasure and nothing else right now. Of course, you have always found him hot, but now he seems even more beautiful. 

“Babygirl,” Lando moans, “I’m getting close.”

He lets his finger find your clitoris. Teasingly he circles onto it. It causes you to let out a moan. That only seems to motivate Lando to continue his movements, only this time he increases his pace. His other hand finds it’s way to your ass, harshly he takes it into his hand. All of this make sure that you’re getting closer to your orgasm as well. 

“Kiss me,” Lando grunts. You do what he says. Carefully you move your head down to make sure you can press your lips against Lando’s. He’s quick to react to your movements. Within seconds he is firmly kissing you back and sliding his tongue into your mouth. The two of you battle for dominance for a couple seconds, but Lando is quick to win again. He feels a moan from you vibrating against his lips. 

When you pull back from the kiss, it’s only to tell Lando how close you are. Instead of telling you to come, Lando does to opposite. 

“Ask me,” Lando instructs you, “Ask me if you can orgasm.”

You show Lando a surprised look. At first you want to tell him to fuck off, but when you start thinking about it a bit more, it starts to sound hot. Before you can react, Lando continues to talk to you. 

“Such a brat,” he whimpers while slowing down his movements on your clit, “Need you to be my brat.” 

You know that boys don’t mean things they say during sex, but you can’t help yourself and start to feel fluttered. You want nothing more then for Lando to mean everything he’s saying right now.

What you don’t know, is that Lando is one of the exceptions. He means every word of what he just told you. 

“Can I orgasm?” You shyly ask Lando. 

“No,” He answers, “Not like this, do your best.”

“Fuck,” you mutter, “Can I please orgasm Lan?”

“Better,” Lando praises you, “Come for me, my good girl.”

That’s all it takes for you to let go. Lando is quick to follow you. When you try to remove yourself from his body and also his dick, Lando pins you down against his chest. “No,” he softly mutters, “Just sleep like this.” It sounds insane, but within seconds you have fallen asleep on Lando his chest. 

The rest of the night you don’t wake up anymore. You’re sleeping rather peacefully.

The following morning, you have no idea how to start a conversation with Lando. Maybe because the both of you are still naked, maybe because his dick is hard again and makes your mouth water, or maybe because you have no idea how to confess your feelings to him. Not that you’re planning to confess, that would just be dumb. Lando is still a player.

When Lando wakes up, he barely feels different then you. The sight of your naked body on top of him, makes him aroused in no time. He knows that the two of you should talk, but for now he just wants to fuck you again. If you let him. 

“Good morning babygirl,” Lando softly murmurs to you. He toys a bit with your hair while waiting for you to respond. 

“Morning Lan,” you reply with a soft voice. You’re distracted already by Lando his raspy morning voice. That can’t be good. You know that you have to talk with Lando about what happened last night, because if you’re laying on him like this any longer you’d probably switch talking for sex. “I guess we have to talk?” You question him a bit nervous. 

“Depends,” Lando replies, “Do you want to talk?”

You don’t know what to answer. No you don’t want to talk, you want Lando to rail you until you can’t walk anymore. Although you guess that you’re already pretty close to that after last night. But you know that the two of you have to talk, otherwise this will turn into an even bigger mess.

“I guess we have to,” you tell him, “because I don’t know what will happen otherwise.”

Lando sighs softly. “How do you think about all of this?” He asks you curious. 

His question silences you again. Why is he only asking hard questions this morning? You haven’t even had the time to think about all of this. Maybe it would be smarter to take a moment for yourself and think everything over instead of already discussing everything. 

“I don’t know,” you confess. 

“Then let’s talk later,” Lando suggests. It humors you how he has the exact same idea as you. You show Lando a small smile and tell him that you agree with his idea. Lando presses a soft kiss against your cheek as answer. 

Would it be bad to have sex with him another time? Like, now.

Lando is doing everything in his power to stop himself from trying to have sex with you again. But when he notices the glance in your eyes and the way you bite your own lip, he almost loses it. He tries to calm himself down again, but when he feels your hands on his chest he knows that it has no use. 

“Babygirl,” he grunts, “If I were you I’d stop doing those things, because otherwise I’m going to fuck you so hard that you can’t walk for the rest of the day.”

You press a small kiss against the corner of his mouth before grinning. “What’s stopping you?” You ask Lando.

In no time you’re laying underneath him again. It’s not like this is helping your situation at all, but it feels a lot better then thinking about what’s happening between Lando and you.

+++

“Sooo,” you drag the word for as long as you can manage, to afraid to continue your sentence and what will happen after. When Lando doesn’t reply, you do however finish your sentence. “Let’s talk,” you suggest nervously. 

You have just gotten out of the shower. Finally you had some time to think about everything that happened. Not that it helped. You still have no idea how to continue now. It’s still unclear to you what you want. It’s scaring you that you feel attracted to Lando, in more then a physical way. It’s not like Lando wants a relationship with you. He’s a player. But, you need to know what you want as well. You can’t act like nothing happened between the two of you. You can’t act like you don’t want this to happen again. It’s unclear when you started having feelings for Lando, but in some weird way it feels like those feelings have been there forever. 

“Let’s talk,” Lando confirms. 

By saying those exact words, he leads the conversation back to you. Meaning you have to continue, to start the conversation that you’ve been dreading to do since this morning. You have no idea what to say. You don’t even know what you want. Suddenly a stressed feelings creeps up in your chest. 

“Uhm,” you try to start, but you’re quick to stutter. There’s no full word coming out of your mouth right now. “I uh,” you continue, “I really don’t know how to go on from this.” 

Lando is surprised by your words. After you told him it was a mistake last night, he expected the worst. So, this almost seems good. If it’s up to Lando you’re dating from now one, but he doesn’t think you want that was well. 

“You can make me your boyfriend,” he eventually jokes. It does sound like a joke. His voice is lighthearted and his tone is jokingly. However, it’s not. It’s another form of self defense. He’s not ready to be rejected by you. You almost scoff because of his ‘joke’. An annoyed glance is send in his direction. 

“I don’t think that’s what you want,” you sigh a bit annoyed. Lando almost asks you if it’s what you want, but he doesn’t dare to do so. “Look,” you continue to speak, “I don’t know how to go further from this. It’s not like I want to act if nothing happened, because I can’t simply forget about it. However, I have no clue how to act around you now.”

“Act the same as before,” Lando quickly states. 

He surprises you. His words always seem to get you by surprise. 

“What’s the same?” You ask Lando confused, “It’s not like I can have sex with you like yesterday whenever I feel like it.”

“Why not?” Lando questions you back, “If it’s up to me, you can. Just act however you want. I  also don’t want to forget about last night and this morning.” 

“How do you imagine this?” 

Lando picks his next words carefully. He doesn’t want you to think it’s just sex, but he also doesn’t want to scare you off. “What if we just explore this a bit?” Lando asks you. It’s the only thing he dares to ask you, but it’s better then nothing. 

“Explore what?” You question Lando, “The sex?”

“Not just that,” Lando quickly says, “We can explore us.” 

“Sounds vague,” you joke, “but also good.”

Lando lets out a relieved sigh. He didn’t even know he was holding in this much breath. He can’t believe that you’re okay with this. In the meantime you show him a small smile. Lando can’t help himself and moves closer towards you. Softly he presses a kiss against the corner of your mouth. It makes your smile grow.

“You’re cute,” Lando mutters more to himself then towards you. 

“Cute?” You ask surprised. That’s not a word someone used to describe you before. 

“So fucking cute,” Lando states.

In some weird way you can’t stop smiling after Lando said that. The two of you enjoy the short moment of silence. It’s Lando his phone who interrupts it. A thread of messages pops up on his screen. Without really meaning to do it, you read along with Lando. You read the messages coming from an unknown number. It’s a picture first. Lando doesn’t open the notifications. He doesn’t need to however. It’s pretty clear that it’s a nude. The messages underneath it tell you enough. 

Lando doesn’t look at you while opening the notifications. When you see the picture, it is indeed a nude photograph from a girl. She seems beautiful. Fuck. You can’t even say that you’re surprised. Lando barely told you that he wanted to explore this with you and he already has a nude from someone. It’s almost funny how stupid you are. 

Then Lando does something else that surprises you. He swipes on his phone and blocks the number. He throws his phone away from himself and focusses his attention on you. 

“Lando?” You ask softly. He nods at you, waiting to hear your question. “What exactly are we doing?” You continue to ask. 

“Exploring us,” Lando answers.

“What is us?” You question, “Us the friends with benefits?” 

“Whatever you want it to be,” Lando replies. 

“I don’t know,” you confess. 

“Let me know when you do know princess,” Lando chuckles.

“What do you want?” You ask him back. 

“Whatever you want,” Lando smiles, “but whatever it is, it’s exclusive. It’s only us.”

You show Lando another smile. Before you can tell him that exclusive sounds great, Lando is already talking about something else again. “Do you already have McLaren clothes?” He asks you. 

“Sorry?” You ask confused.

“Or even better, clothing from my line?”

“For what?” You ask even more confused.

“The race,” Lando states as if it’s the most logical answer. “I told you right? You’re coming to the race with me, so we’re leaving tomorrow. And if you’re coming with me, I want you to wear my clothes.”

Why are those words making you feel all hot and bothered? You should stress right now about packing, but in some weird way you’re only focused on Lando. In no time your lips are on his while you position yourself on his lap. 

This will be a good weekend.

“And,” Lando softly says after you pull back, “maybe after this weekend, you can tell me what we’re exploring exactly.”

You don’t answer to that. It’s not like you already know an answer. You focus your attention on Lando and making sure that he’s undressed in the next couple minutes.

a/n; let me know what you think!! <3

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[f1goat]

Heyyy. Do you do requests?

yess

[f1goat]

Bro u are literally the best writer every single fic u write hits honestly

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[f1goat]

please please please continue roommates I’m genuinely starting to twitch 😂😂😂 love ya girl xx

part six

the best one yet !! 🥰🫶🏻

[f1goat]

roommates ; lando norris + part six

In which you have to live with your brothers best friend who you really don't like, Lando Norris, and his many 'girlfriends' for a while, but there's always a thin line between love and hate.

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lando norris x fem!verstappen reader tw: smut & not proofread

You don’t know whether to laugh or to cry when you hear the girl talking to Lando. He’s barely responding to her, but still. It’s so clear to you. Lando doesn’t care about you. That silly crush of yours? You need to get rid of it. How faster, how better. When they walk inside the living room, it doesn’t take longer then a second for Lando to see you sitting on the couch. 

While Lando is busy staring at you and thinking about what to say, you can’t stop looking at the girl he bought home with him. Is it bad that she kinda reminds you of yourself? She’s wearing the same sort of dress you were wearing on your ‘date’ with your ex. Her hair is the same color and about as long as yours. It must be a coincidence. 

Lando feels so ashamed right now. The night he goes for the most pathetic way, is the night you see it happen. Fucking hell. He hasn’t drunk enough to handle with this. When he saw Emily earlier at the club, at least if he got her name right, he could only see the dress she’s wearing. Exactly like yours from earlier. Then he saw how she had some other things that reminded him of you. It felt like the only solution for tonight. 

“Uh,” Emily clearly feels the tension between Lando and you. “She’s not your girlfriend right?” She asks awkwardly. 

“No,” you quickly reply. 

Lando doesn’t even know what to say. He can only feel ashamed right now. Fuck. You keep looking at Emily and him. He knows that you see it as well, it’s not hard to miss that Emily looks like you. This is embarrassing. It feels even more embarrassing that she’s a cheap knockoff compared to you. He lets out an annoyed sigh. Fuck, he really fucked things up with this. 

Now that he thinks about it, he wonders why he even brought the girl home with him. How longer he looks at her, how less she reminds him of you. Tonight was about proving that you’re wrong, not about proving the other way around. Why did he even bring her with him? It’s desperate, really.

“I’ll leave you two alone,” you softly say while standing up from the couch. Is it that bad that you’re disappointed in this? You feel like some sort of fool. Why did you even wait up? Why did you want to know about this? You feel yourself getting more sad with the second. Slowly you walk away. When you walk past Lando, he’s quick to grab your shoulder. It makes you even more sad. 

“Don’t leave like this,” he softly says, “Let’s talk.”

You feel the anger running through your veins right now. You aren’t thinking about what you’re saying right now. “I don’t think your girlfriend is here to talk,” you sneer to him, “and neither am I. Not anymore at least.”

“Let me explain,” Lando pleas with a soft voice.

“You don’t have to explain anything to me,” you state, “We’re nothing. It’s not like we’re friends or anything. You lied to me before, I don’t trust you anymore. We’re even less then nothing now.”

“Don’t act like this,” Lando replies. You see the pain in his eyes, but for now you don’t care about that. He did this to himself. He’s the one who bought her home, not you. If it’s up to you he feels all kind of pain right now, he deserves it. 

“Don’t act like what?” You ask annoyed, “Can’t I tell you that we’re not friends, or anything else? Or can’t I tell you that I don’t care about you? You do you Lando. I really don’t give a fuck. So go have sex with your new girlfriend over here.”

“Shut up,” Lando groans. 

“Or what?” You reply angrily. 

“Don’t say things you don’t mean,” Lando continues. 

“I mean every word of what I just said,” you lie. Of course you don’t mean anything about it. You thought that Lando and you were finally becoming friendly with each other, you even hoped for more. Fuck this is really bad. It even pains you to say those words to him, but you don’t feel like you have another choice. 

“Stop lying,” Lando says with a louder voice this time. He almost seems angry this time. The frustration is obvious. 

“I don’t care Lando. Do whatever you want, go fuck with her or another girl. I really don’t care about it,” you tell him with the same frustration, “just make sure that you’re not moaning out my name again.” 

“Shut up,” Lando groans. The angry undertone in his voice is getting more clear now. You match it.

“Make me,” you reply angrily. 

You’re painfully aware about how close Lando and you are standing towards each other. He isn’t holding your shoulder anymore, but you feel every breath of him on your face. At this moment you want nothing more then for Lando to snap. It feels like you’re pretty close to make that happen. You wonder what will happen next. Will he scream at you? Or would he shut you up another way? Some way you prefer?

Lando takes a step closer towards you. His nose is almost pressed against yours. The space between to two of you gets only smaller. You wonder if you need to say something else, but then Lando continues to talk. 

“You want me to shut you up?” He asks you. His voice isn’t angry anymore, it doesn’t even seems frustrated anymore. It’s almost scarily calm for what’s happening. You notice how Lando doesn’t look away from you. The girl he bought home with him is still here, but it seems like Lando has forgotten about her. Not that you mind. Why hasn’t she left yet anyway?

“Yes,” you state boldly. 

Lando doesn’t think about the possible outcomes of his next movement. He stops thinking about everything he wants to do right now and for once just does something. Still annoyed and frustrated with the whole evening - and mostly with himself, he finally snaps. He grabs your waist, and pulls you almost into himself. Before you can react he lifts up your chin with a soft, but forceful movement. He gives you one last look in the eyes before closing his own eyes and slamming his lips against yours. 

You didn’t expect him to do this. Fuck, you really didn’t. But it’s insane how good it feels. Lando his lips are soft, even softer then you thought they would be. His kiss reflects the way he’s feeling, it’s messy but it does fit the moment. You can probably kiss him like this for the rest of the night.  And many nights more. If he would let you. Maybe it isn’t Lando who doesn’t support that idea, it’s the girl from earlier who distracts you from each other. 

“What the fuck!” She loudly screams. “Why did you even bring me here?” She continues to ask, “This is fucking insane.” 

“Just leave,” Lando sighs annoyed. He doesn’t move away from you in the mean time. You’re still trapped in his arms. Without saying a word, but with a small grin plastered on your face, you watch everything amused. It seems like she doesn’t want to leave like this. The girl is still fuming and making all kind of remarks at Lando. While he only tries to get her to leave. 

Eventually Lando needs to let go of you to walk her outside. You still hear her screaming in the hallway. It makes you giggle. Of course, it’s bad that Lando treated her like this - but for once, you’re glad about it. It would be way worse if he fucked her. You hear the front door close, after that there’s a peaceful silence. No more screams from the girl. No more arguments between Lando and you. 

When Lando returns to you, he’s busy thinking about what to do next. Should he continue with what he was doing? Or should he apologize? He has no idea what you think about all of this. What if he kissed you without you agreeing with it? When he sees you leaning on the wall and waiting for him with a small, but really satisfied grin plastered on your face, Lando is quick to forget about all his worries. He rushes himself back to you, only to press his lips on yours for the second time that night. 

“You drive me fucking crazy,” he grunts after pulling back.

“Says you,” you reply softly.

Lando doesn’t reply verbally this time. He softly pins you against the wall and presses his lips against yours for the third time tonight. Now that he knows how it feels to kiss with you, he never wants to stop with it. He can’t miss this feeling. 

You can safely state that you have never been kissed better then this. It’s not like you want to give yourself hope, but Lando kisses you like there’s no-one else he ever wants to kiss again. You can only hope that it actually is that way. Mainly because you’re sure that you never want to kiss anyone else again if it isn’t Lando. 

“Fuck Lan,” you softly whimper when he pulls back again. 

He looks at you. The way he stares at you makes you shiver. His eyes pierce through yours. “What babygirl?” Lando asks you. He’s afraid that you have come to your senses, that he should stop this. You probably don’t want this, he guesses. 

“Don’t stop,” you softly tell him with red cheeks. 

“Sorry, I’ll stop,” Lando mutters a bit disappointed. You show him a confused look, didn’t he hear you? You don’t even know why he’s thinking about stopping. The only good thing about him mishearing you, is that he seems disappointed to stop. That’s interesting. 

“I said don’t stop,” you tell him a bit louder this time. 

This time it’s Lando who shows you a confused look. He has no idea what’s happening to him. Before he can even ask if you’re sure, you already surprise him again. This time it’s you who pulls him closer towards yourself. Lando doesn’t even know what’s happening anymore. It seems like you do want this as well? He thought you lost yourself in the moment, but now he’s not so sure about that anymore. 

He can’t help himself anymore now. His tongue is inside your mouth and battling yours for dominance. Lando can’t hold himself back. If this is the only night he’ll experience this, he needs to experience as much of you as he can. When you let out a soft moan during making out with Lando, it only arouses him more. He feels his pants tighten around a particular spot. Softly he pins you against the wall again. He removes his lips from yours, only to connect them with your neck. 

It makes you let out a soft moan. How is Lando making you feel like this in only a matter of time? You must be losing your mind. Your focus is quick to disappear when Lando his hands start to explore your body as well. His hands are everywhere, at least that’s how it feels like. 

“Let me make it up to you,” he eventually tells you. 

“Make it up to me?” You ask confused. What’s he talking about. 

“For bringing her home,” Lando confesses, “I really shouldn’t have done that.”

Slowly you nod. “That’s a lot to make up for,” you softly say. 

Lando nods as well. “Thank god we have a lot of time,” he jokes. You show him a small grin. That’s enough confirmation for him right now. Within seconds he picks you up. You’re surprised about his strength. He’s actually walking you to his room like this. When you reach his bedroom, Lando softly drops you onto his bed. He joins you on the bed, hovering above you while pressing kisses on your cheeks, forehead, nose and every other spot he can find to press his lips against. 

It takes you a lot to withhold yourself from letting out loud moans whenever Lando does something. When Lando kisses you against your neck and softly sucks on a small bit of your skin, you can’t hold them back anymore. You let out a loud moan. 

“Lan,” you softly whimper.

“You better keep calling me that,” Lando softly tells you. You show him a small smile. He let himself down on the bed next to you. You’re quick to move yourself closer towards Lando. Within a couple seconds you have yourself pressed up against him again. Lando looks at you full lust. “Needy babygirl?” Lando asks you. 

You can only nod. You feel your cheeks redden up. It almost feels embarrassing, but you really can’t stop feeling like this right now. The things Lando is doing to you, while almost doing nothing to you, are actually insane. Lando moves himself again. This time he positions himself sitting right next to you. Softly he pulls you up as well. He toys with the hem of your sweater, looking at you with questioning eyes while doing so. You show him a small nod, hoping that he understands the hint. He does. Slowly Lando pulls off your sweater. 

When he sees that you’re wearing nothing underneath your sweater, he softly gasps. “Fuck babygirl,” he mutters while looking at your boobs. He notices the way your nipples have hardened, he wants nothing more then to put them into his mouth. For now he withholds himself from actually doing so. He does however move his attention towards your leggings. Suddenly he can’t think about anything else then seeing you naked. 

It’s you who is quick to discard the leggings you were wearing. Lando can’t believe his eyes when you start to pull of the leggings. When the leggings have joined your sweater on the floor, Lando can’t stop staring at you anymore. Softly he lets his hands wander over your body, stopping by your string. After this there’s no way back. Not that he can trust himself to stop now, but after seeing you completely naked he’s sure that he can’t stop anymore. 

You let out a soft moan when Lando traces your string with his fingers. “Take it off please,” you beg Lando. 

“Sure babygirl?” Lando asks you, “Because I don’t think I can stop myself anymore after seeing you naked.” He needs to know for sure that you want this as well. 

“Please,” you continue to beg, “Just take if off already.”

Lando doesn’t need to know anything else for now. He is quick to pull down your string. When he tosses it on the floor as well, he can’t tear his eyes of you. You’re beautiful. Words are leaving his mouth rather quickly, he can’t even think about what he’s saying anymore. 

“You look so beautiful,” he murmurs. You show him a small smile. “Imagined this for years,” he grunts, “You look even better then in my dreams.” Is Lando confessing that he dreamt about you? What’s going on? “Can I touch you?” Lando suddenly asks you, you’re quick to stammer out a yes. 

Lando is quick to come into action after hearing your yes. Suddenly he’s everywhere at once. You feel him exploring your naked body. His lips are pressing kisses on your neck, but he’s fast to move down lower. Eventually he reaches your boobs. He sends you one more asking look to know you’re sure about this, which you are quick to confirm to. After that Lando closes his lips around one of your nipples, while softly kneading your other tit. It causes you to let out a loud moan, something that Lando seems to like. 

Everything is getting to much for you rather quickly. It’s been a while since the last time you’ve had sex and with a thin walled room next to Lando, masturbating wasn’t one of your options lately. The way Lando discovers your body is making you lose your mind. You need to feel him as well. You start to toy with the hem of his shirt, trying to make clear to him that he should take it off. Lando doesn’t budge. 

When Lando moves down on your body again and presses kisses against your lower stomach, you’re sure that you’ll be losing your mind. When one of his kisses is almost pressed against your cunt, you almost let out a scream. Fuck it’s actually insane how much you need him to do something to you. Who would have thought that Lando is the one who can make you feel like this? Now that you think of it, you’re not that surprised. 

“Ohh Lan,” you softly moan out when Lando gets even closer towards your more private parts. Lando lets out a low groan. “I need to taste you,” Lando grunts. 

“Please do,” you moan. 

That’s all Lando needed to hear. He dresses himself down in no time. His shirt and pants join your clothes on the bedroom floor. Then he spread your legs for himself. “Such a pretty cunt,” Lando softly mutters while looking at you. He really can’t believe that this is happening. 

“Do something,” you softly beg. 

Lando doesn’t wait any longer anymore. He presses kisses against your cunt in a taunting slow pace. It makes you crazy. “More,” you whimper. Lando listens to you. Like some sort of madman he starts to lick your pussy. His tongue is everywhere at once. You don’t even try to hold back your moans anymore. They are leaving your mouth again and again. It seems that Lando likes it as well. 

“You’re making such pretty sounds for me,” Lando tells you adoringly. It gives you a warm feeling on the inside. You’re probably red already, but otherwise you’d be sure that this would be the reason. “Such a good girl,” Lando continues to praise you. 

Lando slowly lets one of his fingers slide inside of you. Moving it in a rather fast pace while connecting his lips to your clit. Softly he sucks it inside of his mouth. When he releases, you let out a loud moan again. You feel your orgasm getting closer. 

“Fuck me,” you try to order Lando. 

Lando stops his movements. “Fuck you?” He asks you confused.

“I need to feel you inside me,” you confess. 

“What about asking nicely?” Lando asks you teasingly. He always thought you’d be a bit of a brat and it turns out that he’s right. However, what he didn’t expect was how easily it would be to turn you into a begging mess.

“Please Lan,” you beg him without even thinking about it. “Please let me feel you fill me up,” you continue, “Please fuck me.” Begs are leaving your lips like prayers. Lando has never felt so aroused in his life before. He always thought it would be different with you, more intense for sure, but he didn’t expect it to be this much better with you. He’s still wearing his boxers, but he has never felt this close to an orgasm before. You’re making him lose his mind. 

Lando already knows that when he has felt you around his cock for the first time, there’s no one else who would ever feel better around it anymore. He knows for a fact that when he fucks you, he ruins sex for himself for the rest of his life. But still, that doesn’t stop him from pulling down his boxershorts and letting his cock spring to freedom. 

You’re greedily grabbing his boner, needing to feel it in your hands before he puts it inside you. Slowly you stroke his dick, Lando lets out a loud moan. It feels good to pull a sound like this out of him. You want to hear every sound you can get out of him. 

“Princess,” Lando grunts, “You have to stop doing that, otherwise I’ll cum before even fucking you.” 

“Then what are you waiting for?” You ask Lando. Fuck, you feel like a brat but you can’t stop yourself. You never felt like this before. No one ever made you feel like this. Lando can only grin when he hears your remark. 

“Always thought you would be a brat,” he tells you with a dangerously low voice. It makes you even more turned on. “Sorry,” you whimper.

“Never apologize for that babygirl,” Lando is quick to reassure you, “I always liked the thought.” Before you can react again, Lando continues to talk. “And I always liked the thought of you being my brat even more,” he confesses. You don’t know what to say. At this moment you don’t have to say anything, Lando comes closer towards you and starts to line up his cock with your entrance. 

“You still want this?” Lando asks you.

“Please,” you beg.

That’s all Lando needed to hear. He pushes himself inside of you. Within seconds he’s setting a ungodly pace. You can’t even think straight anymore right now. The only thing that’s in your mind is how good Lando is fucking you. Sex never felt like this before. You wonder if anyone else will ever make it feels like this. You don’t think so. Lando is probably ruining you. And you would let him do it again every time he wants to. 

“Fuck,” you whimper when you feel your orgasm reaching again. Lando makes all kind of sounds in the mean time. You love every single one of them. Every small or big grunt, moan and groan makes you even more aroused. 

“You feel fucking perfect,” Lando groans. He increases his pace even more. “I’m so fucking close,” he adds almost ashamed. 

“Me too,” you confess.

Lando didn’t lie about how close he already was. He feels himself almost crashing down because of his upcoming orgasm. He tries to fuck you as hard as he can manage, pushing and pulling in and out of you with a rapid pace. “Fuck,” you almost scream when Lando keeps increasing his pace. “I’m coming,” you tell Lando pretty quickly after that.

You feel the orgasm washing over you. It’s never been as intense as now. Lando tries to pull himself back, remembering for the first time that he didn’t use any kind of protection. Your legs are firmly wrapped on his body, you’re not letting him go. 

“Pill,” you softly explain. Lando nods and pushes himself deeper back into you. He feels his load coming out of him and entering you. 

“Fucking hell babygirl,” Lando grunts a couple minutes later when he feels more relaxed again. His orgasm has left his body. He feels calm again. “That was,” Lando starts a sentence he doesn’t know how to finish. It was so many things, mind-blowing, the best sex of his life and he can go on like this. 

“A mistake,” you finish his sentence. You already feel sad about the words you just said, but you know that it’s for the better to call it a mistake. “This can’t happen again,” you sigh. 

Lando doesn’t know what to think right now. “A mistake?” He asks you confused, “Was it that bad?”

“No,” you’re quick to deny, “I think, no I know that this was the best sex I’ve ever had. But we can’t do this again Lando, I’m not the one for one night stands.”

“I never called this an one night stand,” Lando is quick to tell you. “Let’s talk tomorrow about this babygirl. I want to sleep and I want you next to me.” 

It’s probably the most stupid thing you can do, but you agree to Lando his wishes. You let yourself fall asleep next to Lando. He cuddles up against you and does the exact same thing, but not before wondering how he’s going to make sure that this will happen again. 

part seven

a/n; finaaaaally some tension :) there's more to come! hope everyone likes it <3

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roommates ; lando norris + part five

In which you have to live with your brothers best friend who you really don't like, Lando Norris, and his many 'girlfriends' for a while, but there's always a thin line between love and hate.

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lando norris x fem!verstappen reader tw: nothing much yet expect that Lando is a player + i don't proofread + smut will come next chapters!

The following day you’re not surprised by the way you’re feeling. After standing in the pouring rain yesterday it doesn’t surprise you that you’re feeling sick. After wearing your soaked dress for way too long, it only seems logical that you’re not feeling that well right now. It does however annoy you. You don’t feel like getting out of your bed. You’d rather stay in your bed for the rest of the day. However, Lando did already sent you multiple texts about grabbing breakfast together somewhere. After yesterday you don’t want to say no to him. So, with a big sigh you get out of your bed. 

When you leave the comfort from your bed, the cold air is quick to hit you. It reminds you that you really don’t know how to dress yourself. Then you notice Lando his sweater laying on your floor. When you were shivering in the car next to him yesterday, he eventually pulled of his own sweater and gave it to you. Without giving it a second thought, you pick it up and put it on. You grab some pants from your closet and continue to get dressed. More effort then this isn’t in it today. You skip doing your make up and start to walk out of your room. 

Lando is quick to give you a confused look when he sees you coming towards him. “Are you okay?” He asks you. In the mean time he can’t look somewhere else then at the sweater you’re wearing. It makes him feel all fuzzy on the inside that you’re wearing his sweater again. 

“Good morning to you too,” you softly chuckle, “I’m feeling okay.”

“You don’t look okay,” Lando quickly replies. 

“I’m okay,” you repeat your earlier words.

“You’re lying,” Lando states.

“Let’s go for breakfast?” You try to change the subject. Lando lets out a soft laugh. You notice how cute his laugh can be. Then he shakes his head at you. “Babygirl,” he softly says, “it’s pretty clear that you’re sick. We’re not going out like this.” 

You wonder how Lando noticed in this short amount of time that you’re not feeling well. He barely saw you and already figured you out. Even Max isn’t this fast with seeing right through you. Lando keeps amazing you lately. Yesterday night was also one of those moments. When you came back at his place after the disaster with your ex, Lando made sure he took care of you for the rest of the evening. Together the two of you watched some movies, while Lando made sure you were feeling comfortable. Eventually you ended up falling asleep on him, only for him to wake you up and bring you to your own bed. He keeps confusing you. 

“But you wanted to get breakfast,” you reply to Lando.

“And now I want you to feel better,” Lando is quick to reply.

“Why?” You ask surprised. Lando confuses you again with his words. It’s not that it’s bad for him that you’re sick, right? Or is he afraid that you will infect him as well? Maybe it’s about that. Then you should get back to your room you guess.

“Because you need to join me to the race this weekend,” Lando states.

“I need to join you?” You ask surprised.

“Yes,” Lando replies. He’s not making things more clear. Why does he want you to join him? You want to ask him that question and a lot of other questions, but Lando is already talking again. “What about pancakes for breakfast?” He asks you. 

You laugh about the way he changes the subject, but you do accept the pancakes. “One condition,” you quickly tell him, “You’ll let me help.”

“No, no,” Lando replies, “I’ll make the pancakes, go sit down babygirl.”

You feel your heart flutter at the nickname. It reminds you about yesterday. Maybe your ex was right. It only feels right when Lando is the one who calls you babygirl. That can’t be good.

“No offense Lan, but you can’t even cut up some onions. It seems a bit more safe for me to help you.”

Lando chuckles and makes room for you to join him at the counter. 

+++

The rest of that day, Lando makes sure you’re close to him. It’s surprisingly sweet how close he keeps you to himself. He hasn’t left you alone once today. You overheard one of his friends calling him and asking to do something, but Lando was quick to say no. It kinda feels like you’re his priority today. You can’t deny that it makes you feel good. 

For now he has you pulled on top of himself on the couch. You’re watching one of your guilty pleasure reality shows. Lando is making fun of the people who participate, but doesn’t complain about the show itself. In the mean time he focusses on playing with your hair. He has you closer on top op him then last night. Maybe it’s because you’re sick and in the need of comfort, maybe it’s because you slowly start to realize that you like Lando, but you let him hold you exactly how he wants to. Meaning that you’re on top of him, with your head on his chest. 

Eventually you fall asleep on top of Lando. The tiredness of being sick caught up with you. Lando is quick to notice it. He hears the soft snores which you’re letting out caused by your cold. It’s cute according to him, although he’s sure you won’t agree with him on that. While you’re sleeping, Lando continues to play with your hair. 

Lando has sunken deep into his own thoughts. He can’t stop thinking about the progress he made. Max would be proud of him. It has always surprised him how supportive Max has been about his feelings for you. What once started like a small crush, has developed into a massive one for now. Max once told him about your ex and how he really disliked the guy - something Lando strongly agrees with since yesterday. But, because of that Lando always thought Max would be protective and wouldn’t be a fan when he told him about his crush.

“You’re the worst you know,” Max tells Lando with a soft chuckle. Lando is quick to watch away from you and to focus his attention on his friend. He really should stop staring this much at you. In the mean time you’re walking away. Lando can’t help it and watches you once again. 

“The absolute worst,” Max continues.

“Hm?” Lando asks, “Why am I the worst?”

“Your eyes are practically glued on my sister,” Max states. 

Lando wants to deny the words of Max, but he can’t even find words to do so. Max is right. He only hopes that Max doesn’t connect the dots further. Max laughs when Lando doesn’t respond at first. 

“Don’t stress about it,” Max continues, “I don’t mind your crush on her.”

“My crush?” Lando is quick to ask, “I don’t have a-“

“Lando,” Max sighs while interrupting him. “You don’t have to lie about it.”

“You don’t mind it?” Lando asks, he needs to make sure he heard it right. Max has always been really protective about you, so Lando is surprised with how this is going. 

“If she has to have a boyfriend, then your my first pick.”

It’s the doorbell that shakes him out of his earlier thoughts. Lando opens the app on his phone. You’re still asleep on his lap. He wants to keep it that way. When he sees the person in front of the door, he chuckles softly. What a coincidence. He taps on the microphone and starts to talk.

“Hey Max, there’s a key under the doormat. I’m in the living room,” he says. He notices how Max nods at him and starts to search for the key. It only takes a small minute before Max is walking into his living room. 

When Max walks in, the first thing he notices is you laying on top of Lando while being peacefully asleep. He lets out a soft laugh while looking at Lando and you. “Things are finally working out for you I see?” He asks at first.

While Lando and Max are making some small talk, you slowly wake up as well. At first you wonder to who Lando is talking to, but then you recognize the voice of your brother. You doubt about opening your eyes and showing the boys that you’re awake. They seem to have fun talking together. You decide to give yourself a couple more minutes before intervening in the conversation of Max and Lando. 

“You keep surprising me,” you hear Max tell to Lando, “A couple nights back she kept texting me about how annoying you were and how you were keeping awake, but now she’s sleeping on top of you? And in your sweater?” 

“It’s a surprise for me as well,” Lando replies. You feel how his hand finds your hair again. Slowly he caresses your hair locks. It makes you feel even more comfortable. It can’t be good how comfortable you are with Lando. It surprises you.

“So no more random girls?” Max asks. 

You can’t hear Lando his response. He probably either shook or nodded his head. You wonder which one was it. Max chuckles about it, so you guess he nodded his head. You know for a fact that Lando is a player and will always stay one. It makes your small crush on him only more hopeless. What you don’t know is that Lando never shook his head harder to answer with no to a question. 

“But since when are you this close?” Max asks further.

“I don’t know if we’re this close,” Lando sighs, “There was some drama yesterday night, but she should tell you herself about that. I picked her up and tried to help her. And this morning she was sick, so we did nothing all day expect lay on the couch.”

“Since when can you do that?” Max asks surprised, “Normally you can’t even be home for more then an hour.”

Slowly you open your eyes as well. It starts to feel a bit rude to listen to Max and Lando like this. Although you do feel kinda annoyed that Lando still is having sex with other girls. Not that you care, of course. Max is the first one to discover your open eyes and that you seem to be awake. 

“Hey!” He greets you enthusiastically. Softly you greet your brother back. You try to sit up a bit instead of laying on Lando, but Lando is quick to keep you close to him. He does however let you sit straight, but after that he pulls you into his arms again. You don’t say anything about it, you just let it happen. Maybe you should stop things like this. You remember yourself about Lando and the other girls and slowly move away from Lando. 

In the mean time Max tells Lando and you everything that happened to him lately. You try to focus on his words, but Lando beats you with responding quickly every time. You let it happen. In some strange way, you can’t seem to focus. Maybe it’s still the sickness. 

“What did I hear? You had some drama?” Max asks you eventually with a smile.

“It was my ex,” you softly sigh. Max is quick to lose his earlier smile. You know that he has always hated your ex. There wasn’t any specific reason, as far that you know, but Max didn’t like your ex since the beginning. 

“What happened?” Max asks quickly.

You start to explain everything to Max what happened last night, giving more details this time then Lando even knew. “He still had some of my stuff,” you start, “and he wanted to meet up to give it back, so we agreed on grabbing dinner together. At first it wasn’t that bad, but eventually he started about getting back together.”

“He wanted to get back together with you?” Lando asks you annoyed. You show him a small nod. Max is muttering some swear words as well in the mean time. You ignore their reactions and continue with telling them what happened. 

“I told him that I wasn’t interested anymore,” you explain, “but he thought I had a new boyfriend. He even asked me if it was Lando. I kept telling him that I’m still single, but not feeling anything for him anymore but he didn’t believe me. Eventually he called me a bitch, so I paid for my part and wanted to leave.”

“You should have called me earlier,” Lando mutters, “I should have joined you or something, I knew it was a bad idea.” 

“He kept bugging me while I was waiting for Lando to pick me up. Thank god Lando broke probably every speed law and was there really fast,” you joke, “but when my ex saw Lando, he got even more mad. He called me a slut.”

“He called you a slut?” Max asks angrily. You nod. 

“Then it kinda escalated,” you continue, “Long story short, he called me a slut again, Lando punched him and eventually my ex missed Lando and punched me.” 

Max is quick to stand up. “I’m going to kill him,” he mutters, “What a fucking idiot.”

“But Lando made him scared and then he ran away,” you end the story. 

Max is still angry. He does however turn his attention towards Lando. “This is why,” Max eventually tells Lando. You have no clue about what he’s talking, but Lando seems to get it. Lando even shows him a small smile. He knows that this is Max telling him why he does approve of him trying to get with you. 

+++

Later that day you feel a lot better then before. Even good enough to have an argument with Lando. It annoys you that things always have to go like this. Everything went well today, but now you’re feeling angry with him again. You don’t even know how it happened, but you’re almost screaming at Lando right now. Fuck. 

Lando just told you about his plans to have some drinks with friends tonight, meaning that he would leave you alone for the rest of the night. You couldn’t help yourself and made a small remark about him coming home again with a girl. Which Lando denied, according to him he hasn’t done that since the last girl you heard. Something you don’t believe. 

“Why don’t you believe me?” Lando sighs. 

“Because you’re a player,” you reply annoyed, “you don’t change like that.”

Lando lets out another loud sigh. He doesn’t know what to say. Of course, he realizes that your claims aren’t coming from nowhere. Maybe he even thinks he deserves it, but still… he wants you to believe him. 

“Why do you even care about this?” Lando eventually asks you a bit hopeless. He doesn’t know why you’re arguing with him about this. Of course, he hopes that you do care about it, but the chances are kinda low for that. 

“I don’t care about it,” you are quick to state. 

“Then why are we arguing about this?” Lando continues to ask.

You don’t have an answer for that question. Lando is right, if you claim to not care about this then it’s stupid to even talk about it. But having this argument with him, is less scary then confessing that you actually do care about it. 

“So correct me if I’m wrong, but you don’t care if I’m bringing home a girl?” Lando asks further. He’s pushing it this time. Of course, he hopes that you’re going to deny his words but he’s afraid that you won’t. 

You doubt about your answer. Maybe you should just be honest. You do care if Lando brings home a girl, because you really don’t want it to happen. This time not because you’re afraid that the sounds will wake you up, but because you’re afraid for your own reaction when it happens. It annoys you that you can’t seem to trust yourself around Lando anymore. There’s a small part inside of you who’s dying to disagree with Lando his words, to tell him that you do care about it. But the small part doesn’t win, you’re not confessing. 

“I don’t care,” you state.

Lando takes one last look at you before walking away. He shakes his head in disbelief and sighs while walking away from the living room. In the mean time he decides that this was it. It has no use to walk after you and to wait until you’ll give him a chance, if that would ever happen. You don’t care about him fucking with another girl, so why would he hold back anymore? He really needs to forget about his crush on you. It can’t go like this any longer.

Later that night, you can’t seem to fall asleep. You’re still annoyed by everything that happened. Maybe you’re even so annoyed that you’re still sitting on the couch and scrolling on your phone, instead of being in your bed and catching some sleep. You feel your fever rising up again, but you don’t let yourself go to bed. 

You need to know if Lando brings someone home.

Lando didn’t text you, you also didn’t text him after he walked away. You don’t know if he’s coming home late, you can only hope it won’t be that late. You know that this is weird. This isn’t healthy. But still, here you are - sitting on the couch and waiting for Lando to come back home. Maybe you should talk about this with Max? You really need some help.

Before you can make up your mind, you hear the front door opening. It only takes two seconds before you have the answer on your burning question. 

It’s the innocent giggles of another random girl that forms the answer to your question. Of course, he bought someone home with him.

a/n; sorry took a bit longer this time :( kinda busy with workkk. hope everyone likes this chapter, the next one will have something more happening :))))

part six

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Come back! I miss "Roommates" :(

I’ll !! Need a bit more time 🥺🧡

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Roommates part four, when?

I'm dying here. Love the story and your writing.

now!!!! part four :)