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(6) Moving Forward - Charles Leclerc

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Your usual morning routine went on as usual. You looked out over the ocean, Annette brought you breakfast, but Charles didn’t come and see you as he normally would have done. He tended to set your plans out for the day, see how busy he was and all of that. 

But today, he didn’t. You just heard the office door open and close, with no visit to you. You didn’t want to disturb him, since you knew he was going to be busy if he was just locking himself away. 

So, you decided to get dressed and went to sit in the gardens. Flowers of all colours and varieties lined the cobbled paths. Despite the tranquility of it, you could still see security guards scattered about between the trees and hedges. 

Charles even had an apple orchard out there, but the apples weren’t looking too ripe just yet. The trees were rustled by the slight sea breeze, but it wasn’t enough to make you too cold while you were out there. 

After wandering for a little while, you saw an opening in the hedge and the path branched off of the main one to go through it. Your curiosity was piqued, to say the least, so you went through. The entire area was enclosed by hedges, apart from the railing at the edge of the cliff where the land met the sea. 

There was a bench conveniently placed so that you’d get the best view of the ocean, and it was one of the prettiest things you had ever seen. There weren’t any boats out like there were some of the other times you had looked at the view, but there were a lot of sea birds flying and squawking overhead.

It was a nice get away from the chaos of the last few days, and the concept of time seemed to elude you as you just sat there. No responsibilities, no worries, no nothing. Just you and the waves, lulling you into a sense of security. 

Simply getting to have some time that truly felt like yours and yours alone was refreshing when the days had been so crazy. The air felt fresh, it felt different to the near stagnancy of the mansion. You liked it in there, it was nice, that wasn’t it. It was just a welcomed change being out here. 

The peace was temporarily interrupted by the voices of one of Charles’ guards. “Eyes on, sir. She’s in the garden. She’s fine.” you heard him talking, probably into his ear piece. You were sure that at least someone had to have seen you coming out, so you didn’t see what the massive rush was to find you. “Behind the hedges, sir.”

You didn’t make any effort to move, instead hearing footsteps striding down the path by the hedges. You thought you could have guessed who it was by the cadence of the footsteps, but you couldn’t be sure.

“There you are,” a voice said behind you, thick with relief. As you had guessed, Charles came over and sat next to you, leaning against the back of the bench and running a hand through his dark hair. “Annette came to my office in an absolute panic saying that she couldn’t find you anywhere and that you’d disappeared,” he sighed.

You could feel his eyes on you, trailing up and down your body as if he were looking for any injuries on you. “I thought I was allowed out here?” you asked.

“You are, sweetheart, you are. And that still stands. You are still free to roam as you please. But just for my peace of mind, can you tell someone where you’re going next time? I’m not trying to monitor your every move, you just had me worried. Tell me, Annette, Francisco, anyone. I don’t mind.” he said, and you couldn’t help but laugh as you thought about Annette fretting over where you were. 

You could just see her running around your room and the house, before letting herself straight into Charles’ office and telling him to send out an entire search party to get you back, and ASAP. “OK, yeah, I can do that,” you nodded, not wanting to stress anyone out.

“Thank you,” he hummed, letting himself relax. He had been in the office all morning, getting ready for his meetings later in the day. He felt bad that he hadn’t come to see you, but he was so snowed under and he had to get things done. 

But, when Annette had come to him in a panic saying she couldn’t find you, his heart dropped. The dread he felt was so overwhelming that he couldn’t focus on his work, instead taking it upon himself to find you. 

The security team had located you within a literal minute, but that felt like the longest minute of his life. And now, here you were. Safe and sound and just enjoying the time in his happy place. It was purely coincidental that you had stumbled across it, but he was glad to have you there. 

This was where he came when life was getting a little too hectic for him, when it was all a bit too much. It was like his own sanctuary, and it wasn’t somewhere he had ever brought anyone. Annette had been here once when she was looking for him after a particularly brutal evening of negotiation, but other than that, you were the only person to have sat where you were. 

And he was fine with it. It felt right for you to be there. You fit into the mess that his life was like a perfect puzzle piece in a broken jigsaw. 

“Well, now that I’ve got you here, I do have something I need to talk to you about,” he broke the silence, and you were slightly worried. “I think you should set up a meeting with your parents, maybe go out for lunch with a few of your friends and tell them about me. I can come with you if you want me to, I can stay away if not.”

“I think it’s better if my parents meet you in person. With my friends, it’s just whether you’re free at the same time as you are. It’s not as vital,” you said, and Charles nodded. “My parents are free on weekends, my friends all have different shifts so it’s just as and when.” you told him.

“Can you ask if they can do it next Saturday? I have some free time around lunch time then. We can go to the cafe we went to yesterday, if you want.” he suggested, and it all sounded good to you. You’d be able to hopefully text them and ask them if they were free. And that was if you were given any sort of device. 

“Yeah, OK,” you started. “Charles? Can I… ask you something?” you tentatively finished. 

“Yeah, of course you can.”

“Is my family safe? From what the people who know you do?” you asked, and Charles felt a pang of hurt ripple through his chest. He had already thought a few steps ahead on the matter, finding it easy for his investigators and informants to track down your family and friends.

Once he had done that, he made sure they were all being surveilled, all being kept safe by his men. He was shelling out a lot more money on security than he was planning on this year, but it was all for a good cause. 

“Don’t worry about them, OK? They’re safe. I’ve made sure they’re safe,” he reassured you, and you weren’t even wanting to know how he had found out or how your loved ones were safe. If anything, you were thankful that Charles had quite literally thought of everything for you. 

It saddened you that it had to come to this, however. The fact that your entire family was having to be under constant surveillance just for their safety from people who would love nothing more than to harm them made you feel so guilty.

It wasn’t your fault, and you knew that, but the guilt that gnawed at you wasn’t going to go away without a fight. You felt awful about it. “Hey, what’s on your mind?” Charles asked, noticing that you had spaced out.

“I just feel bad.” you admitted, feeling silly about it but also remorseful. 

“No, you don’t have to feel guilty. This isn’t on you, not at all,” he told you, placing a hand on your arm. He squeezed it, just to let you know that he was there and he was being sincere. 

“They’re not safe because of me,” you mumbled.

“No, no that’s not it. They’re not safe because of me. Not you. You have done absolutely nothing wrong, chèrie.” Charles said, still not wanting you to worry about matters that are out of your hands. “I have everything taken care of.”

“Don’t you always?” you rolled your eyes at him, and he couldn’t tell whether you were being serious or sarcastic. It always stung when you showed a little animosity towards him, even when he knew it shouldn’t. 

You were well within your rights to be angry at him for the rest of your life, and he should have been glad that you even spoke to him and didn’t kick, scream and cry whenever he tried to come near you. He had gotten pretty lucky. 

“Yeah, I guess I do.” he quietly agreed, letting his hand fall from your arm. Not wanting to prolong the silence between you for any longer than the few seconds it had stretched out for. “I’ve got meetings later, so I’ll leave you be. I’ll have Annette give you your phone back so that you can text your friend and parents and everything.” he told you, before standing from the bench and walking off down the path. 

You stayed in that secluded spot for a while longer, lapping up the feeling of being free for the time being. Eventually, your stomach started to rumble and you felt like going back inside for some lunch.

You slid open the glass doors to the kitchen, only to find Annette making what looked like a sandwich at the counter. “Miel! You scared the life out of me!” she exclaimed, rushing up to you and wrapping her frail arms around your frame. “I thought you had disappeared!” 

“I’m fine, Annette. I just went for a sit out in the gardens,” you told her as she pulled away and playfully swatted your arm. 

“I know that now. But you need to tell one of us next time you go anywhere, OK?” 

“I know, Charles has already been over it with me,” you told her, watching as her face softened from the feigned annoyance it initially portrayed. 

“Good, he ought to have. And I made you lunch, you need to eat.” she said, and you could see your own mother in the sweet old lady that you had become so fond of. Annette grabbed your arm and dragged you over to the kitchen table. You still hadn’t gotten over how strong she was for an old lady. 

“Eat.” she ordered, placing a plate in front of you with a sandwich sat on top of it. Did you have a clue what it was? No, no you didn’t. But it looked pretty damn good. Just as you were about to tuck in, Charles hurried into the kitchen and started raiding the cupboards for a quick snack before he left for his meetings. 

He looked a little different from earlier. He had redone his hair since it was rather unruly when he had come looking for you, and he had put his suit jacket on. You were always a sucker for a man in a suit, and Charles was no exception. 

It just elevated his already natural good looks into something downright gorgeous. Well, he was always gorgeous but anyone with eyes was able to see that. 

“Sit, I’ll make you a sandwich,” Annette told him, trying to grab his arm and bring him over to the table like she did to you. 

“I would, but I really have to get going. The guys are waiting for me,” he said, going to the fruit bowl and picking an apple out of it. “I’ll eat later,” he told her, taking a bite out of it with a crunch. 

Annette’s expression looked defeated, like she knew there was no point in arguing it. You knew she wanted to say that he has to eat to have energy for his meetings and such, but you had the feeling that that conversation had taken place many times before, and Charles always came out on top.  

“I should be back for dinner, but if I’m not, don’t bother waiting for me,” he said as he swallowed his chunk of apple. As he walked past the kitchen table where you were sitting, watching the exchange between the two, he picked up half of your sandwich in one hand and took a bite out of it, then set it back down onto your plate with a bite taken out of it. 

“Hey!” you shouted, turning in your chair as Charles walked backwards out of the kitchen. He had that smirk on his face as he chewed, and you could feel the butterflies fluttering around in your stomach. 

“Sorry, love!” he called back, turning to walk straight and out of the door of the mansion. 

“Honestly, that boy,” Annette tutted, shaking her head. Despite her trying to hide it, she still had a fond smile on her face. As much as Charles irked her at times, she loved him regardless. No matter how irritating and stubborn he was. 

It was later that night when Charles got home. He had missed dinner, and you hadn’t waited for him. It was lonely, to say the least. You had Annette there, but it was disappointing nonetheless when you finished your meals and he still wasn’t there. 

After dinner, you had sent Annette to bed. She had protested a lot, but you eventually convinced her to take her leave early. You left the dishes for a little while, but wanted to do them before Charles got back so he wasn’t coming home to a messy kitchen. 

Standing at the sink, nearly done with the plates, you heard the front door open and a few pairs of footsteps enter the foyer. Hushed voices went along with it, and you assumed that it was Charles and his men that had returned from his afternoon of meetings. 

A voice stood out as obviously Charles’, and then a few other generic ones that you couldn’t make out. They were all speaking French too, so you didn’t really understand much. You knew Francisco wasn’t with him.

Since you had selected him as your own personal guard, he stayed at the house with you. Even if Charles was going out and you were staying put in the mansion - like you so often were - Francisco stayed with you. 

“Annette? Did you make enough food for-” he started, but stopped in his tracks when he saw you. “Where’s Annette?” he asked as you carried on washing the dishes in the warm water.

“I sent her to bed early. She looked tired,” you told him with a small smile. Damn it, why did you have to do that? Now he even had logical reasons as to why to like you apart from you being stunning and good to talk to. You were actually a nice person.

“But you do realise that you didn’t have to do the dishes? Someone else could’ve done them,” he replied, taking his suit jacket off and hanging it over the back of one of the chairs at the table. 

“I don’t mind doing it,” you dismissed, placing the last plate in the drying rack and wiping your hands off with a tea towel. “You sit, I’ll get your food,” you told him, going to the fridge and looking for the tupperware that Annette had put the leftovers in.

“No, no, hey, I’ll do it-” he started, but you interrupted him.

“Charles. Sit down.” you instructed, and he had never heard sternness like that from you. And God did he like it.

He mumbled a ‘yes ma’am’ and took a seat at the kitchen table, his eyes following your every move. It was just like the domesticity of his daydreams that had played out in his mind when you were at your house. 

He was being taken care of by someone who actually wanted to do it, not someone who was paid to do it. Well, it was true that Annette actually wanted to do it, but it was refreshing to have someone else. Then again, you might not have actually cared. 

There was every chance that you didn’t. You were probably just as scared of him as everyone else around the house. It wasn’t like he had given you any reason to think differently with the way he had presented his life to you, but it still stung.

He was broken out of his thoughts by the ding of the microwave, and you were pouring out the steaming serving of pasta out onto a plate. “Parmesan?” you asked, getting the block of cheese out of the plate and the grater out of the drawer. 

“Yeah, please,” he nodded.

Once you had grated the cheese and taken it over to him, he smiled in thanks. “Thanks for that,” he grinned, instantly tucking into the meal. The apple that he had had before he left was nowhere near enough to satisfy his hunger for the afternoon, but he pushed it aside and focused on business.   

Instead of sitting down with him, you took yourself over to the sink to wash out the plastic container that his pasta was in. It was such a simple action, something so easy and near meaningless, but he appreciated it nonetheless. 

The moment felt intimate in a way, a closeness that he had never experienced. It was something he had only ever dreamed of: having someone to come home to, someone to take care of him after a long day. It was a welcomed difference to what he was used to. 

You had finished washing the box, and you went to go to your room. “Hey, where are you going?” he asked, turning in his seat to look at you just as you had earlier in the day when he ate your sandwich.

“I thought you’d want some quiet time,” you said, and he acknowledged the fact that you were trying to think about what he was wanting, what would make him happier.

“No, no. Sit with me, please?” he asked, and there was no way you could say no to that face. He looked tired, with slight dark circles under his eyes. He looked less put together than he normally did, albeit still presentable. 

You did as he asked, sitting down across from him. “So… how was your day?” you asked, not knowing how much he’d actually be able to tell you. When he said meetings, all you could picture was people getting slaughtered if they set one foot out of line like they did in the movies. 

It made you apprehensive of Charles, knowing that someone so sweet could be in such a heinous business. It was his ancestry, but that didn’t mean he was perfectly exempt from any judgement shot his way as a result of his career. 

“Busy, really really busy. Between hunting you down and meetings galore, I have had a very long day,” he chuckled, still grazing away at his paste. 

“You didn’t need to hunt me down when I was just sitting in the garden,” you countered, raising a challenging eyebrow at him. 

“Seriously, the way Annette was talking, it was like you were abducted or something,” he joked, not realising how it sounded in the moment. He noticed the tension in your demeanor as he said it, trying to cover it up by saying something else. “Anyway, have you done anything else other than nearly give my housekeeper a heart attack?”

“Not really. Annette brought me a book from the library which she refused to show me where it is since she didn’t want me wandering around anymore,” you sighed, observing as he shook his head with an amorous smile on his face. 

“Why does that not surprise me?” Charles replied. “I’ll take you to the library after I’ve finished this, just so you know where it is. But don’t tell Annette, I’ll get in trouble,” he playfully instructed, and all you could do was laugh. 

“Your secret is safe with me,” you agreed, letting him finish his food off. You were excited to get to see the library, since you could only imagine that it was just as grand as the rest of the house. It would also keep you entertained while you were there, since there were only so many times you could walk around the entirety of it before you went crazy. 

“Don’t you dare clean that plate, it is staying there until the morning.” he told you, leaving his dirty plate in the sink. The last thing he wanted to see was you doing any more house chores that you didn’t have to do.

After all, you were a guest in his house and he always made sure his guests, especially his favourites like you, were well taken care of. “Fine,” you sighed.

“And if you follow me, we will be embarking on the short crusade to the illusive library of my humble abode,” he told you, walking out of the kitchen and just expecting you to follow. 

“There is nothing ‘humble’ about your abode, Charles.” you rolled your eyes at him as the pair of you made your way down the labyrinth of corridors that his house was made up of. You hadn’t really explored the downstairs of the house much apart from the kitchen and the foyer, so it was nice to get to see more of it. 

“How long has your family owned this place?”

“You know what? I am not actually too sure. I know that someone down the line built it, but that was a long time ago. I think it was around the late 1700s to early 1800s. It’s nothing like it originally was, though. Everyone’s made additions or changes at one point when they’ve lived here.” he explained. 

“Like the kitchen?”

“Yeah, exactly. But that’s the most modern part of the entire house, I’d say.” he nodded, noting how perceptive you were. 

“Do you never want to move somewhere else?” you asked. He probably did want to go somewhere else, but it was tradition that he stayed. That was what you assumed. 

“I mean, I have other houses that I go to sometimes, but this place is home. Sure, I have my ideal house in mind that is very different from this, but I wouldn't change it for the world. I was born here, my dad was born here, his dad was born here. You get the pattern.” he told you, stopping at a set of double doors. 

It was intriguing how intrinsic a house was to his family. It wasn���t like your family had one house that they all were born in and died in. Then again, Charles’ family was far from the normal unit that you thought you had. 

“In you go,” he told you, waiting for you to open the door and go in yourself. You did as he said, pushing the door open with a slight creak. All you could think of was the word ‘wow’. 

Wooden bookshelves lined the walls and stood row upon row on the floor. Every single one of them was filled to the brim with books, some of the spines looking new, others looking rather dated. Though that didn’t mean that they didn’t look well taken care of. 

The whole room smelt like antique pages, and it was unbelievably cozy. You spotted a record player sat on a table underneath one of the large windows, which were currently covered over by thick curtains. 

The more you walked in, the more that revealed itself to you. The bookshelves made walls and corridors, each leading to a different mystical adventure that you could partake in. Charles leant in the doorway, watching as you wandered about with an awe-struck smile and wide eyes.

He even had one of those ladders on wheels propped up against one of the shelves, just in case there was a book at the top that anyone wanted to reach. “How do you know where any of the books are?” 

“Before I took over from my father, he had a librarian. She used to sit in here all day every day, making sure everything was in order. She died shortly before I came in, and none of us bothered to hire a new one. But, she thankfully made a handwritten log of every book that we have on offer, which shelf it’s on, and which bookcase it is on. It’s next to the vinyl player.” he explained, pushing off of the doorframe and standing deeper into the room with you. 

You went over to the table under the window, flipping over the very bulky book. The contents page detailed what page each genre of book was on, then you could narrow your search to a specific author or title. 

Every last entry was scrawled in beautiful, swirling handwriting that you could only dream of having. “How do you put new entries in?”

“She left spaces in the book and on the shelves,” he told you. This lady had really thought of everything. You flicked through the first few pages, seeing that she had indeed left space for additions to the vast collection. 

“Come with me,” Charles suddenly said, walking between some of the shelves. He took a few turns between the rows, until coming to what you assumed was the back corner of the expansive room.

There was an extremely comfortable looking armchair with a side table perched next to it. There was an antique looking lamp, the white porcelain base being encircled by ornate, coloured patterns. “This is also a place where I like to come to get away from it all. My mother used to sit here all the time,” he said, a wistful smile on his face. 

It was clear that he didn’t have the best relationship with his parents, but he also looked saddened by it as well as irritated. All Charles had ever wanted was to make his parents proud, but he had never gotten there and he was starting to lose hope that he ever would.

No matter how brilliant he was, how much he excelled at everything he ever did, it never seemed like enough. He was the star of his school when he was younger, academically, socially, even in his extracurriculars. But it wasn’t enough. 

He had built his father’s business into something that was even more illustrious and well known than they ever could have dreamed it to be. But it wasn’t enough. 

Despite everything he had been through in his twenty-seven years on earth, despite everything he had seen and heard, he was still a good man under the tough exterior that he had to put up. But it wasn’t enough. 

The things he’d give to hear that they loved him, that he was doing a good job were almost worse than the things he did while he was working that horrific job of his. He longed for them to tell him what a good son he was. 

Yet he wasn’t even sure if they did love him. Those people didn’t even know what love meant, let alone what it was meant to feel like. So he knew he’d never hear it from them. 

“Where are your parents now?” you asked, and he really didn’t want to talk about it. He had to though, since he was the one who brought them up in the first place. 

“They live in one of our houses on some remote island somewhere. My father doesn’t have anything to do with the business anymore, but he has people making sure that I don’t go off the rails.” he told you, his tone bitter. 

“Like I said, they know you’re here but I’ve reassured him that you’re not a distraction,” he scoffed, thinking over the conversation that he had had with his dad when he found out about your presence in the house.

He was not happy, to say the least. He thought of this as one of the most foolish situations that Charles had ever gotten himself into, and had said that if it was him, he would have just taken you home and left you to fend for yourself. 

He even had the audacity to accuse Charles of being too fond of you, but he had to lie through his teeth and tell him otherwise. His father had hit the nail on the head, and he was rather fond of you, but there was no way in hell that Charles was telling him that.

“Well this place is gorgeous,” you complimented, sensing that it was a topic he would rather not talk about. Charles welcomed the swap, and was able to cast the thoughts of his parental problems aside. Just like he always did. 

“You’re welcome to spend as much time here as you want. Given that you tell Annette so she doesn’t freak out again,” he told you, and you laughed along. It was very comical that she was fretting so much about your whereabouts. 

“You know, you’re allowed to go out and stuff. Francisco will always be happy to accompany you. Or me if I’m not busy,” he reminded you, and you knew that that was the case. 

“I know, I’ve just not really thought of anywhere that I want to go recently,” you replied. For now, you were quite happy in the mansion. You liked the quiet of it. It was like a holiday if you forgot everything else. 

And that would be your main problem in the long run. Forgetting. If you ever went home, you didn’t think you’d be able to completely erase this from your memories. You’d always think about Francisco, Annette, the house. 

You’d always think about that fateful night that you were almost kidnapped into one of the worst situations imaginable, the one you were lucky to get out of.

You’d always think about Charles. The sweet man who tried to make your life as good as possible given the murderous backgrounds to your place in his life. The man who had a different side, a side with blood on his hands and names on his list. The man who you didn’t want to admit that you were falling for, and at an alarmingly quick rate.   

A/N - For those of you who actually get to the bottom of this, I just wanted to say hi. And I'll let you know now that I might not be posting as much for a little bit since my mental health hasn't been doing awfully great and a short break might be good for me. But I'll see. Thank you for reading 💖

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Burning the house down

when ur reading fanfic and one character was cooking and the other comes up to them and they start making out and everyones like starting to take their shirts off and the author STILL hasnt mentioned anyone turning off the stove

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That was not what I was expecting

The nipple bar massacre got me thinking about reader actually getting a vag piercing and drivers reaction. Would love if you could write that for Oscar or Lando 💖💖💖

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Sharp Edge, Soft Girl - LN4 🔥

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Summary: You’d been planning it for weeks. Something new. A little private. Just for you — and maybe for him. Lando’s been insatiable lately, always between your thighs, always looking up at you with that smirk like he owns the way you come undone. And maybe he does. But tonight? You’ve got something for him. A surprise under silk panties. A shiny little secret that makes your clit ache in the best way. And Lando? Lando loses his fucking mind.

Warning: graphic smut with heavy emphasis on clitoral stimulation, oral sex (f receiving), overstimulation, use of a vibrating clitoral piercing/bar, public teasing implications, and explicit sexual dialogue. It includes group chat reactions with adult humor and innuendo. Additional kinks include: teasing, orgasm control, toy play, Max Verstappen as a chaotic sex guru, and detailed aftercare. Intended for mature audiences (18+).

You’d been squirming all dinner. And Lando knew it. He kept glancing over. Lazy. Curious. Slightly amused. You were quieter than usual. All shy smiles and distracted sips of wine, shifting in your seat like the lace underneath was getting a little too much. Maybe because it was. Because every brush of the fabric against your clit made your breath catch and your thighs clench.

“Y’alright, baby?” he murmured, leaning in close under the low light of the restaurant booth.

You nodded too fast.

His brows twitched. “You’re twitchy.”

“Am not.”

“You’re bouncing your knee like you’re holding in a secret.”

You bit your lip. Hard. Because you were.

Back at the flat, you didn’t even let him take his jacket off. Just tugged him into the bedroom by the hem of his hoodie with a wicked grin and a quiet, “I got something to show you.”

He grinned back, playful. “You get a new set?”

You shook your head.

He narrowed his eyes. “New heels?”

“Nope.”

“You better not have adopted another dog.”

You laughed. Then stepped back. Untied the waist of your silk pants. Let them slide to the floor. No underwear.

Lando blinked. Then looked lower. And saw it. “Holy fuck.”

You smiled sweetly, hips tilted just enough for the soft bedside light to catch on it, the tiny silver hoop, glinting right over your clit, nestled between wet folds and swollen pink.

Lando stepped forward like he couldn’t help it. You could see his mouth parting. His pupils swallowing every bit of that pretty amber brown. “When?”

“Last week.”

“And you didn’t tell me?”

You shrugged, teasing. “Wanted to surprise you.”

He stared. “Can I touch it?”

“Maybe.”

He dropped to his knees in front of you. Right there. No hesitation. Like he’d waited for this.

His hands were gentle. Reverent. One cradling your hip, the other tracing over your lower belly with slow, deliberate control. You felt his breath before you felt his mouth. Then the warmth of his tongue. The gasp tore out of your throat without warning.

Lando groaned. “Fucking hell, baby, you’re so wet.”

You whimpered.

He didn’t touch the piercing right away. Just circled it. Teased you. Tortured you. Until your thighs shook and your hands gripped his curls. When he finally flicked his tongue directly over it, your whole body jerked.

“Sensitive?” he asked, eyes gleaming.

You nodded.

He grinned. Thn sucked. It was all heat and rhythm after that. His mouth, his fingers, your whines echoing off the walls. You came once, then twice, thighs trembling, hips trying to pull back, but he held you steady.

“No, no, not done yet.”

“Lando-”

He looked up, lips glossy, curls damp with sweat. “Gonna make you come again. Wanna taste how it makes you cry.”

You were already close. Your body buzzing. Clit swollen. Piercing soaked. He sucked again, harder, and you shattered.

After, you collapsed onto the bed. Boneless. Spent. Still pulsing. Lando crawled up beside you, kissed your cheek, then grinned. “I’m never letting you wear pants again.”

You rolled your eyes. “You’re obsessed.”

He grinned wider. And whispered, “Fell in love with a girl who keeps metal in her pussy just to ruin me. Of course I’m obsessed.”

[DRIVERS CHAT 💥🧢🏎️]

Lando: boys. she got a clit piercing.

Oscar: what the fuck.

George: What the FUCK.

Pierre: send pics (for research)

Carlos: wait like on the CLITORIS clitoris?

Yuki: where else do you think it goes

Alex: i need a minute

Daniel: this is the best text i’ve ever received

Logan: i’m sweating

Charles: dude.

Lance: i opened this in front of my mum

Zhou: same

George: why would you tell us this

Lando: because i’m in love and she’s perfect and i’ve been feral since tuesday

Oscar: feral er

Pierre: have you tried sitting on her face and letting the metal press against your lower abdomen while you cry?

Lando: jesus pierre

Lando: also not yet but brb

Max: you know you can get vibrating ones, right?

Alex: what

Charles: what.

George: what the ACTUAL FUCK

Lando: WAIT WHAT

Daniel: pause

Pierre: pause

Oscar: pause

Carlos: ??!???

George: Max. You better start typing with both thumbs and no typos

Lando: MAX EXPLAIN

Max: you can get vibrating bars for piercings. they make them small. some bluetooth. some with little remotes. battery lasts a while.

Alex: how the fuck do you know this

Oscar: i’m scared

Lando: MAX WHO DID YOU LEARN THIS FROM

Max (voice note): yawn Kelly has one. Got it after Penelope was born. Said it helped her reconnect with her body or whatever. Also feels good when she rides. Anyway. Congrats to Lando I guess.

George: I’M DELETING THIS APP

Daniel: I KNEW IT

Pierre: i need to sit down

Lance: kelly?? as in YOUR KELLY??

Max: yes?

Carlos: you just said that. out loud.

Alex: to all of us.

George: i will never recover from this information.

Lando: i’m googling vibrating bars rn

Oscar: bro

Pierre: send link

Daniel: Max I love you

Max: i know

Meanwhile, you’re in the kitchen in one of Lando’s hoodies, making tea, completely unaware that the entire Formula 1 grid now knows your pussy could set off airport security.

Lando’s phone is vibrating like a bomb in the living room. He ignores it. Walks up behind you. Wraps his arms around your waist.

You smile. “Everything okay?”

He hums against your neck. “Yeah, just told the boys.”

You blink. “Told them what?”

He kisses your cheek. “That you’re perfect.”

Your brows lift. “That’s all?”

He grins against your skin. “And that I’m buying you a vibrating one.”

You turn slowly. “What?”

He smirks. “Max says it’s life-changing.”

“So did you get it yet?” Max doesn’t even wait for the waiter to walk away. They’re two bites into a £24 eggs benedict in a Monaco café and Max is already back on his bullshit. Coffee in one hand. The devil in his eyes.

Lando grins. “Ordered it last night.” He stirs his espresso. “Arrives today. Noon delivery.” He looks up. Smirks. “Amazon Prime for the pussy.”

Max hums like he’s proud. “Respect.”

Then he leans forward. Elbows on the table. Knife pointed lazily at Lando’s chest. “Next time you’re having sex… give the piercing a little tug.”

Lando blinks. Max raises his brows. “She’ll scream.”

Lando sets his coffee down slowly. “You’re serious?”

Max shrugs. “I’m not joking about clits at eight in the morning, mate.”

Lando blinks again. Max sips his drink. Calm. Composed. Ready to destroy lives and breakfast simultaneously.

“Okay,” Lando says carefully. “So… what else do you know?”

Max glances around. No one’s close enough to overhear. He leans in. “You want her shaking? Pull up on the bar while you suck.”

Lando’s jaw drops.

Max grins. “Or slide your tongue under the ball at the top and flick. Don’t go side to side too much. That’s overstim. But push into it? Pressure on the hood? Unreal.”

Lando’s brain is buffering.

“And if you’re fucking her…” Max says, pausing for dramatic effect. “Get your thumb under it and press down during a stroke. She’ll lose it.”

Lando makes a sound that can only be described as mentally filing for PTO. “Wait-” he starts.

Max isn’t finished. “Also, aftercare’s different. The piercing’s still fresh, yeah? Don’t be rough yet. No tugging during clothes-on grinding, no teeth. Warm compress after. Ice if it swells.”

Lando stares at him. “Are you secretly a fucking piercer?”

Max shrugs. “Kelly reads aloud in bed. Sometimes I listen.”

Lando narrows his eyes. “You memorised all of that?”

Max smirks. “You didn’t?”

Lando pulls his phone out under the table and types a note titled CLIT STRATEGY: MAX V RECOMMENDS.

Max sips his coffee like a priest in confession. “Oh,” he adds, “and when you start using the vibrating bar-”

Lando lifts his eyes.

“-slow pulses during oral. Don’t just turn it on. Tease it. She’ll grind on your face.”

Lando has to physically adjust his trousers.

“You’re welcome,” Max says smugly.

They finish breakfast in silence. Lando’s vibrating with energy. Max is pleased with himself.

As they leave, Max claps a hand on Lando’s shoulder. “Text me after.”

Lando frowns. “You want a review?”

Max shrugs. “I like knowing when I’m right.”

Lando blinks.

Max adds, “Plus, if you figure out anything new, I wanna try it on Kelly.”

Lando opens his mouth. Closes it. Decides never to eat breakfast with Max again.

The toy is charged. Your legs are shaking. And Lando’s grinning like a devil with a secret. He crawls between your thighs slowly. Dragging the backs of his knuckles along your inner thighs until you twitch. The sheets are already damp beneath you. Your chest rising in uneven, shaky little huffs as he settles between your knees, all wide shoulders and slow smirk. “Max said this one’s his favourite,” he murmurs, holding up the sleek little remote.

You blink. “You’re quoting Max in bed now?”

Lando grins. “Only when it helps me ruin you.”

The bar is cold. You flinch when he slips it in. The polished silver slides into place with a little click. It sits perfectly over your swollen clit, the slight curve of the design nudging into sensitive flesh like it knows.

Lando sits back. Watches it. Watches you. “Fucking hell,” he breathes. “You’re already soaking.”

You whimper.

“Gonna turn it on now,” he says, voice low, reverent, a little smug. “You ready, pretty girl?”

You nod. He presses the button. It starts low. A quiet hum. A delicate vibration that pulses right through the bar and directly into your clit like a heartbeat. You inhale sharply. Your thighs twitch. Lando watches, transfixed, as your hips jerk. “Good?”

You let out a breathy moan. “Lando-”

He turns it up. The hum becomes a buzz. Then a throb. And suddenly you’re gasping, fingers clutching the sheets, thighs twitching as he watches your cunt start to drip.

“Fuck, look at you,” he groans. “Look what that does to you.”

He slides a finger between your lips. Swipes through the slick. Smears it lazily against your clit. Watches it smear across the bar. Then bends forward and licks. You scream.

He pulls back grinning. “Mmm. Max was right.”

Your head falls back against the pillows. “Oh my god-”

He does it again. Tongue sliding under the bar. Flicking upward. Pressing pressure just right so that the metal pushes directly into your clit.

You shatter. The first orgasm hits like a whip crack. Sharp. Wet. Devastating. Lando holds your thighs apart as you jerk, legs trembling, moans punching out of your throat as your cunt clenches open, dripping slick and arousal.

He moans. “God, you’re so fucking hot when you cum.”

And then? He keeps going. He turns the setting up again.

You cry out. “Lando, please-!”

“Max said teasing’s better with pulses,” he pants, eyes glued to your cunt, watching it throb. “But I like this one. Makes you beg faster.”

He presses a kiss to your thigh. “Wanna see you cum again.”

You grip the pillows. Your voice is shaking. “I can’t-”

“You can.”

He pushes two fingers inside. Crooks them perfectly. “Let me make you cry for me.”

The second orgasm is worse. Or better. You can’t tell. It hits like a wave and drags you under, your hips bucking, your voice gone, just high-pitched whimpers as your cunt spasms around his fingers and the toy keeps buzzing directly against the most sensitive part of you.

Lando curses. “Jesus fuck, look at that.”

You blink tears out of your eyes. He’s staring at your pussy like it’s art. Like it’s ruined silk and he wants more. “Still with me?”

You nod. Barely.

He leans down. “Max said one more thing.”

You whimper. “Please-”

“Said to tug it a little.”

Your breath catches.

His fingers slide up. Two fingertips under the bar. Gentle. Experimental. He tugs. You scream. Back arching. Body locking. Clit pulsing so hard you can’t see, only feel, waves of white hot electricity pulsing up your spine like lightning. You sob into your palm, soaking the sheets, your whole body trembling as your orgasm explodes out of you like a full-body quake.

Lando watches you like he’s hypnotised. Then growls. And finally turns the toy off.

He kisses the inside of your knee. Then your thigh. Then up your hip, your belly, your ribs. He reaches your face and brushes a damp strand of hair from your cheek. “Think you broke the sound barrier, baby.”

You sniff. Laugh. Slap his arm weakly. “I hate you.”

He grins. “No you don’t.”

He kisses your temple. Then whispers, “Max also said you can ride my thigh with it in next time.”

You blink up at him. Eyes wide. Brain fogged. “...Max needs to be stopped.”

Lando chuckles. “Or maybe knighted.”

[Private Chat: Lando 🧡 & Max 🔞]

Lando: bro. when i tell you. that bar. changed my life.

Max: that good?

Lando: i thought i killed her. like fully thought i’d need to call 999.

Max: 😂 details please

Lando: tongue under the bar = she grabbed the headboard. thumb pressing during sex = she screamed my name. tugging = her fucking soul left her body.

Max: told you 😎

Lando: mate i’ve never seen her cum like that. she sobbed. i had to carry her to the shower.

Max: kelly cried too the first time the pressure on the bar + vibration is unreal

Lando: that little flick trick you said? bro. she folded like laundry.

Max: 👏 👏 👏 my protégé.

Lando: thank you for your service i owe you dinner or a trophy or naming rights to my future kid

Max: just send a video next time purely for scientific purposes

Lando: fuck off

Max: lol

Max: btw don’t forget to clean the bar warm water no soap

Lando: why do you know this like a doctor

Max: i do my research

i like orgasms and efficiency

Lando: yeah well mission fucking accomplished

Max: next step public teasing remote in your pocket press it when she’s trying to order a latte

Lando: STOP

Max: she’ll bite her lip go red moan your name under her breath

Lando: bro it’s 8:30am

Max: and?

Lando stares at his phone.

Then switches apps.

[Drivers Groupchat 💥🧢🏎️]

Lando: update: the bar works. a little too well.

George: I’m going to block you.

Oscar: we don’t need to know this

Pierre: go on. details.

Alex: jesus christ pierre

Charles: how well?

Lando: she cried. shook. dripped down her thighs. i was lightheaded from eating her out.

Lewis: 💀

Carlos: she okay???

Lando: she’s sleeping like a fucking angel wrapped in two towels looks like she just survived war

Max: i trained him well

George: this is a hate crime

Yuki: send link again

Daniel: i’m proud of you son

Oscar: i’m deleting this app for real

Meanwhile you stir in bed, sore and satisfied, completely unaware that twelve F1 drivers now know exactly how you came last night. And that Max Verstappen has officially crowned Lando Norris as his heir in the clit piercing pleasure Olympics.

Lando sees you shift. Smiles like a menace. Turns the remote back on. And sets it to pulse.

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(8) When Things Work - Lando Norris

<word count - 8551> |the full series|

Your final few exams had gone by pretty smoothly, but you weren’t quite out of the woods just yet. You still had to endure further maths, but it was fine with Lando by your side. Of course, you wouldn’t be you if you didn’t have your wobbles here and there. 

Sometimes, you walked out of exams and were confident that you had completely failed and not gotten a single mark. But, Lando was right there with a reassuring word and a warm hug to make you see clearly.

“Final one, yes? We have got this,” Lando tried to hype you up, and he was more looking forward to it all being over as opposed to it all being over as opposed to actually doing well at this point. 

It was safe to say that you were all drained, but you had something to look forward to on the horizon: prom. You were so excited for it, but the two of you hadn’t really spoken too much about it. Whenever you did, the two of you just got really blushy and giggly - just what teenagers were like. 

All you had talked about was what time he was picking you up. You didn’t have any conversations about what you were wearing or what was going to happen or even what the two of you were. 

You were going to prom together for God’s sake, but you hadn’t established your relationship status. Were you friends with romantic intent? Were you dating? Were you boyfriend and girlfriend? You often found yourself overthinking things, so you just let it all happen as it was meant to. 

“Course we do. And if you get anything less than a B, then I will accuse you of wasting my time,” you teased, giving him the faux-stern look. Those eyes you gave him certainly… did things to him. But, he was a teenage boy, what more could be expected of him?

“Wasting your time? Me? Never!” he playfully scoffed, clutching at his heart as if it hurt. “I thought every second we spent together meant something!” he cried, pretending to wick away false tears. 

He was right: every second you spent together meant a hell of a lot to both of you, and that wasn’t something that could be ignored. “We’ll see, Norris.” you smiled, placing down your bag and getting out the few things that you’d need. You had your pen, pencil, rubber, ruler, mathematical construction equipment and calculator.

“Don’t panic, you’re a natural. And, after this, it’s all over. We can enjoy prom, and then enjoy summer before results. Remember, if it doesn’t go right, we can flunk school and go travelling.” he reminded you, patting you on the shoulder before heading into the exam hall.

You followed, taking your seat and doing what you did best. To be fair, it didn’t feel too bad. However, that was probably just because you were so looking forward to it being over that you weren’t really focused on checking the answers that you came up with. 

You had a lot of spare time, so you just got to sit there and have a think about the summer. Your parents had been really pushing you to get a job over the summer, so you had put your CV in at a small cafe by your local canal. Thankfully, they had accepted your application and you would be waitressing every Tuesday and Thursday over the holidays. 

It would get you some extra spending money, and would give you something to do with your time. You had 11 weeks off, and you weren’t planning on doing anything. The most you had in the diary was a week long holiday in Spain in August, which you were really looking forward to. 

Lando, on the other hand, was not too keen on the idea of not seeing you for an entire week. You had quickly learned that he was very clingy, but he could surely cope with being without you for a week. Plus, he was going on holiday too, and you weren’t throwing a hissy fit about it. 

In reality, you found it unbelievably cute. That little pout on his face was the sweetest thing that you had ever seen, and it was nice to know that he wanted to spend a lot of time with you during the holidays.

Breaking you out of your thoughts, the invigilators told you that time was up, and that was that. You were done. The most stressful period of your life was over. Well, until you collected your results, but there was no point in dwelling on that now. 

As soon as you left the exam hall, Lando was straight back to being by your side. “So, how was that?” he asked, knowing that you would’ve found it easy as hell. If he had found it pretty bearable, then it must have been a walk in the park for you. 

“Not too bad. To be honest, I was more concentrating on getting it over with.” you told him, leaving the school gates for one final time. Both of you walked down the pavement, letting it sink in that school was over and now you just had to wait for results. 

“Do you want to head to the park?” he asked, and you knew that you’d have loads of time before you could get the bus home. 

“Sure,” you nodded, walking to the park with him. In some ways, having Lando was weird. You weren’t really used to having someone and having them be… completely yours. Lando was there through thick and thin, he was there whenever you needed him with no complaints.

You’d never had someone so reliable to turn to, but now you didn’t know what you would do if you didn’t have him. If he went somewhere that wasn’t the sixth form that you were going to, then you wouldn’t get to see him everyday. You’d probably see him every other weekend and he’d be released upon a whole horde of other girls that would see him as a catch just as much as you did. He had everything, and you knew that he could have whoever he wanted. It was just a matter of if he chose you or not. 

Lando was also scared about the possibility of losing you if you were unleashed upon sixth form boys. There was no doubt that they’d be all over you, since he was sure that more people saw you the way he did than you thought. 

His mum had always told him to do what was better for him, not what everyone around him was doing. But, this was the one time that he was tempted to ignore that advice and just follow you. He could do A-Levels, right? It would be just like GCSEs… except harder. The apprenticeship that he had once wanted to do was now not his number one choice, but he didn’t really mind that. You were worth it.

“You excited for prom?” he asked as the two of you sat down at your normal bench. 

“Is that even a question? Of course I am.” you replied. He loved it when you sassed him. He felt special when you were like this with him, since he had never seen you give such an attitude to anyone else. 

Going to prom together meant that he would have to hold your hand, maybe he’d dance with you. He’d get to properly break the physical barrier. Would it be a better idea to do that now rather than later? Maybe if he got both of you comfortable with touching each other, then prom would be less awkward.

He hoped it wouldn’t be awkward, no matter when it was, but he didn’t want prom to be the time to get used to each other’s touch. He wanted prom to be the time for you to relax and enjoy yourselves, not start finding boundaries. 

“So am I. I was really terrified that you were going to say no,” he confessed, feeling the heat rise to his cheeks. He had been contemplating it for a very long time before that, but he was very proud of himself for plucking up the courage to crack on with it. 

“C’mon, I could never say no to you,” you teased, and all he could do was laugh. He was smitten with you, and you could tell. You were smitten with him as well, though, so you were both as bad as each other. 

Lando took the opportunity to tentatively take your hand that was resting in your lap and intertwined his fingers with yours. He had never held anyone’s hand in a romantic capacity, so this was a new phenomenon for the both of you. 

Despite this, it felt so… right. He didn’t know what it was meant to feel like, but to be physically connected to you was more than enough for him. You didn’t hesitate, just let your slightly cold hand be held in his weirdly warm one. You gave it a squeeze as a form of reassurance that this was OK, and that he was allowed to. His hands were rougher than you thought they’d be, but you guessed that was from countless hours in his dads garage working on your projects. 

This felt like a long time coming, and neither of you were wanting to pull away any time soon. You both knew that his mum would be there soon, and you could just hop on any bus once he was gone. She tended to be punctual, but you were hoping she’d be late so that you could hang on to him longer. Now that you had gotten here, you weren’t wanting to let go.

“What colour is your dress?” Lando suddenly asked, and he knew it would be hard to get the information out of you. You had been very secretive about your prom dress, not telling him a single detail about it. It was like how brides were very elusive with their wedding dresses. This wasn’t quite as important as a wedding, but a part of him hoped that you’d get there eventually.

“Lando, you know I won’t tell-“

“I know you don’t want to tell me, but I need to know. Please? It’s for something…” he pleaded, not wanting to prematurely give away the surprise. The look in his eyes told you that it was important, and if he was trying to rile you up, he’d have that classic smirk on his face.

“It’s yellow, OK?” you told him, and the relief on his face was evident. He didn’t think it would be that easy to extract the information from you, but he had gotten through to you. 

Yellow? Now he was not expecting you to be so bold, but it wasn’t like he was complaining. He couldn’t think of anyone else who would wear a yellow prom dress. Most people’s were some variation of blue, purple or green. Yellow was something he hadn’t seen before, and there was no one else who would be able to pull it off like he knew you were. 

Still, Lando couldn’t help but be his classic self and make a jibe. “What, so you’re coming dressed as a banana?” he teased, trying to be serious. But, he couldn’t keep the smile off his face when he said it. 

“Yeah, I am.” you deadpanned. If he didn’t know you as well as you did, then he would have thought you were being serious. It wasn’t like he minded, you’d look gorgeous either way.

From your spot on the bench, he watched as his mum pulled into the car park and saw her take out her phone. She was texting him to tell him she was here, no doubt, and he’d feel bad if he kept her waiting. 

“Mum’s here…” he said, not wanting to let go of your hand. He thought that you’d make the move to break the contact, but you didn’t. You just stayed sitting there, looking at him. 

“I’ll see you on Friday, yeah?” you asked, and he nodded without a second thought. Friday was prom, of course you’d see him Friday. Him and his dad were picking you up at twenty past five to be at the venue for 6pm on the dot. 

In his whole life, he didn’t think that he’d ever looked forward to something more, and he wouldn’t miss it for the world. In his younger years of high school, prom seemed like something stupid and was just going to be something he wouldn’t go to. 

He’d look at the prom photos every year that were put on the display board and thought it was a massive waste of time. All people did were dress up for the sake of dressing up, all for the sake of saying they went to prom. 

He saw pictures of people dancing, couples who were young and allegedly in love. Back then, he didn’t see the point. Now, he did. He was one of the few lucky ones who actually had a date to go to prom with. 

In all of the American high school movies, nearly everyone had a date, even if they were just friends. In Britain, not many people had dates for prom. But Lando did. Lando had you. Most of his friends didn’t have a date, but he had the best person that he could by his side.

“Come on, I’m sure mum will want to say hello,” he smiled, pulling you up and walking towards the car with your hand in his. He saw his mum watching you through the windows, smiling to herself as she saw her son finally holding the hand of the girl he liked. 

She rolled down the window. “Hi, sweethearts. How did your exam go?” she asked. You almost forgot about the further maths exam since you were too focused on Lando. 

“It wasn’t too bad,” Lando said, and you nodded along in agreement. 

“How are you getting home, Y/N?” she asked as Lando threw his bag in the back seat and hopped in the front. 

“I’m getting the bus, it shouldn’t be-”

“No you’re not.” Lando interrupted, getting out of the car just as quickly as he had gotten in it. Lando went to sit in the back, leaving the front passenger side door open. “We can take you,” he told you, gesturing to the now vacated front seat.

“Are you sure?” you asked, not wanting them to have to go out of their way to take you home. 

“Of course, hop in,” his mum said, and you were happy to oblige. Now, you didn’t have to pay for the bus, wait for it, or endure the longer than necessary drive home. She pulled out of the car park, starting the drive home. 

You had your arm resting on the armrest on the door when you felt something tapping your elbow. Looking down to your left, you just saw Lando’s hand splayed out. He saw you look at it, but you clearly weren’t understanding what he was wanting you to do. 

Lando started doing what could only be described as grabby hands, so you took your arm off of the armrest and moved so that you could hold his hand. Lando physically relaxed at the feeling of your hand in his. It brought him a strange sense of peace, knowing that you were there and that you were with him. 

Small talk filled the car on the way home, and Lando squeezed your hand every now and then to remind himself that you were there. No amount of time would ever be enough, but he was desperate for more when his mum pulled up outside of your house. “Thank you for that,” you smiled, letting go of his hand to open the car door.

“Any time, sweetheart.” she said, and Lando was also getting out of the car. What sort of kind-of-boyfriend would he be if he didn’t walk his girl to her front door? Plus, it was a great excuse to hold your hand again. 

He did just that the second that he was back by your side, walking you all the way to your doorstep and only letting go once you had to enter the house. “25 past 5, yeah? Not a second later,” Lando reminded you.

He knew that you wouldn’t forget and that you’d be ready for when he got there, but he felt the need to tell you regardless. “C’mon, you know me better than that,” you chuckled, nudging him with your elbow. “See you then,” you smiled, closing the door. 

Lando heard the lock click into place, and he knew you were safe and sound inside. He turned away from the door and got back in the car. “Since when were you two an official item?” she asked, starting off the final leg of their journey home. 

“We’re not official. Yet.” Lando sighed, wanting to be able to properly call you his girlfriend sooner rather than later. His plan was to do it at prom, but he didn’t want to bombard you with too much all at once. 

Regardless of this, if you had agreed to go to prom with him as his date, then surely you’d agree to be his girlfriend if he asked, right? He knew you would, so he just had to bide his time and wait for the right moment. 

For now, he had to focus on making sure that everything was perfect for the two of you. This was going to be the biggest night of your lives, and he would not let anything go wrong on his watch. No way. 

The days ticked by slowly, and it was finally the day of prom. All Lando really had to do was get his suit on and do his hair, but he took extra time and effort to look his best. His dad folded him a yellow pocket square, which he hoped was the same shade as your dress, and tucked it in his breast pocket along with the flower that his mum had given him.

Lando had never worn a proper suit before, but that wasn’t to say that he didn’t like the look of it on him. His mum had forced him to get it tailored so that he didn’t show up looking like a drowned rat, which she was sure some of the boys would do. 

Walking down the stairs, the entire family was waiting for him. “Oh my goodness… you look so handsome, sweetheart,” his mum gushed, trying not to cry at the sight of her boy all grown up. 

He was taking a girl to prom, and he looked like a dashing young man while he was doing it. “Come on,” his dad said, opening the front door as everyone tried to snap a few more pictures of Lando. 

“Don’t forget the camera, darling. I need pictures of the two of them. And make sure they’re good,” she instructed his dad, handing him the camera. She needed good photos of her son. 

“Yes, I know,” he rolled his eyes, watching as Lando went and got into the front seat of the McLaren that he had borrowed from one of his friends. Was it a bit bougie for prom? Yes. Yes it was. But, Lando wanted to be driven in it, so there was no harm done. 

“Are you nervous?” he asked, getting into the driver's side and starting up the car. 

“Yeah. I am.” Lando admitted, not knowing specifically why he was nervous, but he was nervous nonetheless. Lando fiddled with his cufflinks for the whole drive, and his dad found his nervousness to be quite comical. 

“Don’t be, you’ll have such a good time.” He remembered what it was like to be young and in love, and he knew that Lando had a lot to learn. Despite this, he was happy for his son. He may have never met you, but he liked the sound of you from what he had heard from Lando and his mum. 

Lando’s heart was beating out of his chest as they pulled up outside your house. Instead of making himself wait while he was on the edge of his seat, he was straight out of the car and to your front door. It dawned on him that he was probably about to meet your parents for the first ever time. 

He always found it odd how they were never there, and you never really mentioned them that much. You had spoken about your grandmother briefly, but never your parents. He had been to the house a few times and there was never any sign of them. No cars in the driveway, no one wandering around in the background, no one to take care of you when you were sick. 

That wasn’t something he was going to dwell on tonight, though. Tonight was just about you and him, no one else. With a shaking hand, Lando knocked on your front door as he waited for you. As it opened, his jaw went slack and words completely escaped him. 

“You… erm… jesus… wow…” he stuttered, as the words to describe how stunning you looked completely eluded him. You were always pretty, but getting to see you all dolled up absolutely took his breath away.

You never wore makeup, but now that you had on a soft glam look, it really made your features pop. You had your hair in a half up, half down style and it gave him a full, unobstructed view of your face while also allowing your hair to cascade down your back in soft waves. 

And the dress. The goddamn dress. He wasn’t sure what to expect when you said that it was yellow, but he was not disappointed in the slightest. The only way he could describe it was that you looked like a princess. 

The top was fitted with a sweetheart neckline and no straps that cinched in at the waist. In school uniform, he was never really able to see your figure, but now he was finally getting a taste. There were glittery, embroidered flowers that looked like lace as he looked at it from the distance that he was. 

The skirt was a glittery tuul that pooled around your legs and stopped just shy of the floor, almost giving the illusion that you were floating. The whole thing was quite sparkly, to be fair, and the sight was purely mesmerizing. “You look absolutely gorgeous,” he managed to get out, unable to take his eyes off of you and the dress. 

The heat flushed your cheeks at his compliment, since you weren’t used to getting them very often. Lando would change that in due time. “Thank you. You look so handsome,” you returned.

A man always looked good in a suit, and Lando was no exception. It just accentuated every single one of his best physical features, and the yellow pocket square with the flower was a really nice touch that didn’t go unnoticed. It was, thankfully, the same shade. 

Even if you weren’t together at all times, everyone at prom was going to know that you were each other’s dates. He was certain that no one else would be walking around in a yellow dress like you were, so the distinction would be easy to make. 

Lando was only ever called handsome by his family or the girls at school who were just gagging for any scrap of attention that they could get, so it was great to hear it from someone else. Especially when that someone was you. 

“Thank you,” he smiled, holding an arm out for you to take. “Oh! I have something for you,” he suddenly remembered, fishing around his inside pocket. He handed you a box which you wasted no time in opening. 

“Lando…” you breathed, looking at what he had given you. Sitting inside the box was a corsage that matched the flower in his pocket. “Can you put it on?” 

“Course I can,” he nodded, carefully taking the delicate flower out of the box and tying it around your left wrist. Now, the two of you were properly matching just like a couple should. It wasn’t a typical thing to do, but he just couldn’t help himself. “There,” he smiled once it was perfectly in place. 

“Thank you, Lando.” you said, looking between him and the corsage. You saw his dad hovering by the car with the camera in hand, and you were ready for photos. “C’mere,” you said, pulling him into your side on the doorstep. You had an arm around his back and his arm found a comfortable place around your waist, his hand resting on your hip. 

The pair of you smiled for a few minutes, moving around your driveway so that you could get some photos with better lighting. Lando’s dad showed you them before you set off so that the two of you were happy with them. There was one in particular that the two of you adored. 

You had just moved to a spot where the sun was directly behind the two of you, but you weren’t quite ready for the picture. Lando had just put his arm around you, and you were smiling at each other before you turned to the camera. It had flashed while you were gazing into each other’s eyes, and it was such a good candid shot. 

After your pictures, it was time for you to get going. Lando, being the gentleman that he was, opened the car door for you before rounding the back and getting in himself. Despite the 20 minute journey, it felt like five as you pulled up outside of prom where a lot of people were already waiting. 

“Come on, let’s do this.” Lando encouraged, getting out of the car and opening the door for you. The photographers that the school had hired snapped endless pictures of you as Lando took your hand to help you out of the car.

Not many people knew that Lando was bringing you, so the shocked looks on everyone's faces were priceless. As far as they were concerned, the rumours that you two were dating had been proved as not true. Well, they were at the time. But, things change. 

While you were walking to where everyone was waiting, Lando looked over all of the other girls. Not a single one in yellow. Not a single one as beautiful as you. None of them could even hold a candle to you, no matter how hard they tried.

Some of them looked ridiculous with far too much fake tan and eyelashes so thick that they looked like bats whenever they blinked. You were tasteful, classy, and elegant. They weren’t. But, he was biased.  

“Well would you look at who finally grew a pair of balls!” a voice called out to the two of you. Well, there was no points for guessing who it was. Max and the rest of Lando’s friends emerged from the crowd, all of them looking very dapper if you were being fair. 

“I’ll leave you to it,” you chuckled, letting go of his hand and leaving him to the wolves. You weaved through the crowd, looking for your friends.

“So, what base are we at?” Max asked once you were out of earshot. Lando just tutted and shook his head. He shouldn’t have been surprised that he had asked, but he still wasn’t the most impressed. 

“We’re taking things slow, we’re both new at this,” was all Lando said, not wanting them to quiz him any further. “Now, enough about me. What have you shitheads been up to?” he asked, and they all instantly set off rambling about what they had been doing over the week off. 

Meanwhile, you were struggling to find your friends in the crowd. You knew they’d be there somewhere, it was just a matter of figuring out which ones they were. Just as you had spotted them, you felt a hand on your arm. “Hey,” a voice said, and you turned to find that it was Lilly. 

As much as you had hated her, you couldn’t deny that she looked absolutely beautiful. She hadn’t gone over the top on the makeup like you would have assumed that she would, she hadn’t even gone too far on the tan either.

Her dress was a light blue satin thar hugged her body all the way until her knees when it loosened off. It wouldn’t have been your choice, but she had the figure to pull it off. Her hair was up, which was something you weren’t used to seeing since she usually had it down, but it really suited her. You thought she should wear it up more often. 

“I just wanted to say that you look absolutely beautiful. That dress is… something else,” she smiled, and you could tell that she was being genuine. You appreciated how she was making an effort to be nice, even if it was hard to forget how much she had made your life a living hell. 

“Thank you so much, so do you. You really suit your hair up,” you complimented back, seeing a glimpse of gratitude in her eyes. You were always sure that Lilly was very self-conscious and that was a massive part of why she was so awful to everyone. She wanted to put other people down to make herself feel better. 

It was becoming apparent that all she really needed was for someone to just be nice to her. Now that the two of you were building a rapport, she was becoming a lot more bearable. “Really? I was never really a fan until my mum told me I should just go for it,” she chuckled, and you were finally seeing slithers of the real Lilly through the cracks of the confident facade. 

“Your mum was certainly right,” you said.

“I was… I was just wondering if you’d maybe be able to save a dance for me later? I don’t know, it might be fun.” she rambled. 

“Yeah, sure. Come find me, yeah?” you agreed, appreciating the effort that she was putting in. She nodded, glad that you had said yes. You went off to find your friends and you chatted for a bit before you were allowed to go into the venue for your dinner before prom really commenced. 

As you were walking with your friends, you felt a hand in yours and you turned to see Lando. “I cannot believe that you left me there,” he scoffed, glad to be back with you. It probably wasn’t great that he was prioritising his near-girlfriend over his lifelong friends, but he needed you right now. 

“You really think I wanted to deal with Max?”

“You really think I wanted to deal with Max either?” he countered, and he did have you there to be fair. “He asks the worst questions, I swear. Painfully intrusive,” he told you, and you didn’t even want to know what Max had been asking. 

As you walked into the prom venue, you took in the surroundings. There were twinkling fairy lights everywhere, the colour scheme being white and silver overall. It looked like something straight out of one of your pinterest boards, and you were just gobsmacked at how nice they had made it.

“It’s so pretty,” you whispered, the lights reflecting in your eyes as Lando looked down at you. 

“You’re the pretty one,” he said. Sure, it was really cheesy, but that wasn’t necessarily a bad thing. You all found your nameplates in front of your seats, and unfortunately, you and Lando weren’t sat together.

He was on a table with all of his friends, and you were on a table with all of yours, which made sense. One thing that didn’t make sense was that Lilly was put next to you and she wasn’t sitting with Maisie. 

It was like she had read your mind as she appeared beside you. “I… Maisie and I aren’t really talking so I asked if I could sit with you… it’s OK if you don’t want to, I totally get it, I can ask to move somewhere else if you want me to, it isn’t a-” 

“Lilly, it’s fine. I don’t mind.” you cut her off, and the relief on her face was palpable. Lando looked between the two of you, unsure of when you had reconciled your major differences and had become sort of friendly. 

“Well, I’ve got to get going.” he smiled, seeing that everyone was taking their seats and he had to get to his table for dinner. Lando pulled your chair out for you, sat down and pushed you under the table. 

Lilly just stood and watched with a sad sort of envy in her eyes. It wasn’t the bitter sort of jealousy that she was used to, just a resigned feeling that settled heavy in her chest. Lando saw this and decided to be the bigger person. 

He stood to the side, pulling Lilly’s chair out for her and gesturing for her to sit. She sat down, and Lando pushed her under the table just like he had done for you. You were proud of him for being so mature and reading the situation. As he walked past you to go to his table, he leant down and pressed a quick kiss to the top of your head as a goodbye, just like he had done when you were sick. 

The girls on your table all blushed and giggled, whispering things to each other.

“I’m happy for you, you know. I’ll admit, it’s hard to watch, but you deserve it,” Lilly said, and the honesty was refreshing. You couldn’t imagine what it would be like to have it the other way around. You don’t know what you would have done if you had to see Lando be with Lilly while you just had to wait to the side with a reluctant smile and forced congratulations. 

“Thank you. You will find someone who makes you happy, Lilly. That’s a promise,” you said, squeezing her hand that was resting on the table. Your starters were brought out, and you and Lilly talked for the entirety of your meal. 

You learnt a lot about her. You found out that she really enjoyed watching football and you could talk about it a bit with her since you knew little pieces about what was going on in the current climate from Lando. She corrected you on some things that you got wrong, but she understood that it wasn’t your specialist subject.

You also found out that the whole reason that her and Maisie had become friends was through music and that she was an avid piano player. She enjoyed listening, playing and writing her own classical music, which was something that you had never expected from her. Lilly promised to let you listen to some of her pieces sometimes. 

The meal flew by in a flash, and you were shocked by how funny and bubbly the real Lilly was. The two of you got on like a house on fire, and you had wished that she had been like this from the start. You were sure that you would have been really good friends by now.

From his spot on a table across the venue, Lando was watching the interactions between you and Lilly. Every time he looked over, both of you were laughing and smiling like you had been best friends for years. 

Despite the grudges that both you and him held, he could see that you were softening and slowly letting things go as time went on. Once you were all finished, everyone got up and the music started. “I’ll come find you later,” Lilly smiled, disappearing into the crowd as she saw Lando coming to stand behind you.

“You two seem to be awfully friendly,” he greeted, moving so that he was standing in front of you. 

“She’s actually really nice when she’s not being a total bitch,” you smiled, taking his hand and dragging him to the dancefloor. Did Lando know how to dance? No. Was he going to try? If he had to. For you. 

As he tried to do something that resembled dancing with his limbs to 2010s classics, he could see his friends laughing at him out of the corner of his eye. “Hey, ignore them. They’re boring,” you said, turning him so that his back was to them and the two of you could just enjoy each other. 

To give everyone a second to recoup their energy, the song changed to a slower one. The few couples that were there got into position, so you and Lando followed suit. Neither of you had a clue what you were doing, so you just copied them. 

You linked your arms around Lando’s neck and he placed both of his hands on your waist. Even if you had never done it, it felt natural to both of you. You swayed to the music, enjoying how romantic the moment was. 

“Sometimes I really wondered how I got so lucky,” he mumbled, so quietly that you could only just about hear him.

“C’mon, I’m the lucky one,” you said, and all he could do was shake his head and smile as he gazed into your eyes. God, he wanted to kiss you right now. He would have if there wasn’t everyone from your year there. 

He didn’t want a moment so special to be observed by your peers. He wanted it to be something for your eyes only, something that only the two of you would ever be able to recollect in precise detail. 

You knew what he was thinking, and you wanted the same. Kissing him right now would be one of the best moments of your life, and you didn’t want it to be ruined by people having reactions and making comments. 

You had come far too far and gone through far too much to let it go to waste by having your first ever kiss spoiled. You’d just have to enjoy being close to him, for now. Lando couldn’t take his eyes off of you as you swayed to the music together.

The romantic moment was short lived as people filtered back on the dancefloor as the upbeat songs started blaring out through the speakers again. You spotted Lilly standing to the side, clearly unsure of what to do. 

She kept looking between you and Lando and the rest of your peers on the dance floor. “Go to your friends, OK? I promised her a dance,” you told him, and he looked over to see Lilly looking utterly lost. 

“Sure, have fun,” he smiled, leaning down to kiss your cheek and went off to find his friends. Lando had become really comfortable with giving you those innocent kisses, and it was something you were happy to get used to. 

You went over to Lilly and grabbed her hand, pulling her over to the floor. A huge smile broke out onto her face as she relaxed into the contact, clearly glad that you had remembered that you’d said that you’d dance with her.

You bopped away, singing along to some of your favourite classic tunes and spinning each other around. Lando was standing with his friends, but he was paying more attention to you and Lilly than he was to them.

The two of you looked like you were having a blast as you laughed and messed around together, and he would have never thought that this would be how prom was going to go. If he didn’t know any better, he would have said that you had been best friends for a damn long time. 

After a while of dancing, you decided to take a breather and head out of the double doors to the deck. You were surprised when you didn’t see anyone else out there, but the silence was welcomed. There was a slightly cool breeze in the air, cooling you down perfectly.   

The second that Lando had seen you leave the venue, he followed you like a flash. He didn’t even explain where he was going, he just followed you straight out. He quietly opened the doors and slipped out, seeing you leaning against the railing. 

“Hey,” he said to alert you to his presence. You turned to look at him and a huge smile broke out onto your face. 

“Hey,” you greeted back, letting him stand next to you and tug you into his side with an arm around your waist. “You having a good night?” you asked, leaning into him. 

“I sure am. Although, you and Lilly being friends was not on my bingo card for tonight,” he laughed. You agreed. Being Lilly’s friend and actually getting on with her despite everything that had happened was not something that you expected to happen this week, but it wasn’t something you were overly complaining about. 

“Wasn’t on mine either. But she’s actually really sweet. I think she was just so awful because she’s got a lot of insecurities so she pins them on everyone around her,” you said, and Lando found it remarkable how empathetic you could be. She had made your life a living hell, she had nearly ruined the relationship between the two of you because she was so fixated on being with Lando. Even after all of that, you still saw past it and saw who was really behind the mask. 

“I’m proud of you, you know that?” he sincerely said, squeezing your waist. You were only 16 but had a very mature head on your shoulders, and it only made him fall for you more. “I couldn’t be that forgiving,” he chuckled, kissing your temple before letting things fall silent. 

The two of you didn’t have to talk just for you to enjoy your time together. It was nice to be there in silence and relish each other’s company. Things used to be so complicated when your relationship started off, and now it had transitioned to something so natural and simple. 

Lando Norris, the boy who you would have avoided at all costs was now the boy that you wanted to be around 24 hours a day, 7 days a week. It was strange to think of the butterfly effect that had gotten you to where you were today. 

If someone had sat in the seat next to him, if the bus had never broken down, if his mum had never offered to take you to school, if you hadn’t walked into maths wearing his jumper, if Max hadn’t decided to take the piss, if Lando hadn’t made the bet, if you had never followed through. If any of those steps hadn’t happened, then the two of you probably wouldn’t have been standing there together. 

“Can I ask you something?” you asked, a question suddenly popping into your head. It was something you had wondered ever since Lando had asked you to prom, but never one you had the courage to ask.

“Course you can,” Lando said, looking down at you as if he were trying to guess the question before you had the chance to ask it.

“When did you first start liking me? Like… more than friends.” you clarified, watching the blush creep up on his cheeks. Lando knew exactly when he first started liking you, but it felt slightly embarrassing to admit how quickly he had fallen for you.

“Well… I think I started liking you when we started our library visits because of the deal we had, and then I really started liking you a lot when we were put together in maths. And even through everything that happened between us, no matter how many times we fell out, those feelings never went away. I guess that’s how I knew that what I felt was the real deal,” he honestly explained, internally cringing at the slight cheesiness but it was the complete truth.

“That feels like forever ago…” you whispered, thinking through all of your fondest memories with him. Wearing his jumpers, him going over to yours when you were sick, revising together, him calming you down when you got in your head.

You could talk about anything, laugh over the dumbest things, enjoy every second you spent together like it was your last. It was all the things put together that made what the pair of you had so special. 

“When did you start liking me? Like… more than friends?” he mimicked, lightly tickling your ribs, causing you to squeal and try to wriggle away from him. Just before you could claw your way out of his grasp, he stopped and pulled you snugly into his side again. “Seriously, though. I want to know.” he said, leaning in to kiss your temple again while you thought of your answer. 

“I don’t really know… I liked you when I got to know the Lando that wasn’t the twat with his friends. And I think losing you the first time really made me realise how much I like you and how much I couldn’t stand not having you around.” you said, and Lando was surprised at how honest you were being.

He was glad that there was enough trust in your relationship so that the two of you could tell each other anything without the fear of being teased with malice or laughed out simply for expressing how you felt. 

“You’re not losing me for a long damn time,” Lando whispered, looking down into your eyes. He closed the gap so that your foreheads were resting against each other as neither of you dared to make the move. 

You both wanted to, oh so desperately you wanted to. The moment was perfect. It was just the two of you on one of the happiest nights of your lives, under a perfectly clear starry sky. You could feel each other’s breath warm on your faces. Lando’s eyes flicked down to your lips, and back to your eyes. “Can I…?” he asked, not wanting to go for it if you didn’t feel like you were ready. 

“Yes.” you quickly breathed out, and Lando wasted no time in closing the gap and pressing his lips to yours. Neither of you knew how to kiss, so you just let your intuitions guide you. Just like in the movies, you wrapped your arms around his neck while his hands found a place on either side of your waist. 

Your lips felt addictively soft against his, and he could feel some of your lipgloss transferring onto him. You both closed your eyes and focused on the feeling of finally getting to kiss each other. They slowly moved against each other, both of you slowly getting the hang of what you thought you were meant to be doing. 

As you were running out of breath, you pulled away and just looked at him. “You have no idea how long I have been wanting to do that.” Lando said, feeling slightly drunk after having your lips on his. 

“Me too,” you agreed, grinning from ear to ear. You caught your breath for a minute, constantly replaying the memory of the kiss on repeat. From inside, you heard one of your favourite songs come on, and there was no way you were missing it. Lando heard it too, knowing that you’d want to go. “C’mon,” you smiled, taking his hand and tugging him along. 

“Hey, woah, wait.” Lando said, pulling your hand back so that you couldn’t walk back into the venue. 

“What?” you asked, and he never answered. All Lando did was pull you in for another quick kiss. Now that he had had you once, he wanted to get his fill over and over again. It was short, but he still poured every ounce of affection that he had in his body into it. 

“Just wanted to do that again.” he chuckled, and you didn’t have an answer. This was the next step to your relationship that you were very happy to be exploring. He finally loosened his grip on you and let you pull him back into the venue and onto the dancefloor. Lando just let you dance your little heart out to your favourite song without trying to interfere. 

When you walked back through the doors, Max spotted you. He saw the blush on your cheeks and the satisfied look in Lando’s eyes and his brain went to all sorts of conclusions. “Damn, Lando. Didn’t think you’d hold that promise, congrats.” he smirked as he walked over to the two of you on the dancefloor.

“Huh? What promise?” you asked, looking between Lando and Max. You were confused, and there was a pit of dread forming in your stomach. Lando was also confused - he couldn’t think of anything that he had promised Max in recent years, let alone recent weeks. 

“Remember? What you said after your little chat with Miss Kenneday?” he said, and Lando knew exactly what he was talking about. 

“Max, I swear to god if you start running your mouth… it was a joke.” Lando warned through gritted teeth. “I said that-” he started, wanting to say it to you before Max did so that he could give you the proper context. 

“You said that, with the way things were going between the two of you, you’d get laid before I would and that it was a promise. And I see that you fulfilled your promise, so well done, mate.” Max said with a smugest smirk on his face. 

All Lando could see was red. Your night had been so perfect, and now Max was tarnishing the memories with some stupid, passing joke that he had made. You didn’t say anything, just pushing through the crowd and disappearing. “Max, what the fuck? Why do you always have to ruin things with her? Why do you always have to fuck this up for me?” Lando ranted, wanting nothing more than to punch him so hard in the face that it would knock him out.

Some people looked towards him, wanting to know what his raised voice was for. “Man, I was just jok-” 

“No! Shut the fuck up, I’m not done talking. Your jokes aren’t funny. All they do is upset people, and for some reason, it’s always me and her ending up upset. I thought you were one of my best friends but all you do is keep fucking shit up for me and I have had it. While we’ve all matured, you’ve stayed as juvenile as we all were when we started highschool.” he spat, pushing through the crowd and trying to go in the direction that he thought you had gone in. 

He couldn’t let the happiest night of his life end like this, no way. He wasn’t letting his girl be upset because of some stupid joke. He hoped that you’d listen to him, that you’d understand his point of view, because if he lost you this time, he was terrified that it would be the final time. 

A/N - And here it is! The next chapter of Nerd. I hope that you enjoy this part as much as I do, and I have already started the next chapter, so you should see a date coming for that on the series list in the not so distant future. Love y'all 💖

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Hello!

May I request a LH x Age gap reader (27/28) where they’re dating in like a private not secret way but she’s besties with Max so everyone, fans and grid are confused on who she’s actually dating?

Thanks so much 😊☺️

Take A Wild Guess - Lewis Hamilton

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As you normally did, you stood in the Red Bull garage as you waited for Max to return from practice. You tended to just sit at the back and scroll at your phone, occasionally looking up at the screen to see him in P1 as he always was.

He pulled back into the garage before getting out and coming over to hug you. The rumors had been flying around day in and day out recently, and you and Max weren't making any attempt at proving they were or weren't true. 

According to the gossip columns and internet sleuths, you and Max were together and had been for a long time.  You both know that it wasn't true, but there weren't many people that didn't. There was one other person, however: your boyfriend, Lewis Hamilton. 

You and Max had been friends for years, and you had been close for more than half of your lives. Growing up in the Netherlands together, it felt natural to go to races with him when he was older, just like you had when he was karting. 

That was how you had met Lewis. He was older than you by 13 years, which was an age-gap that you would have never normally allowed, but the two of you got along like a house on fire. You'd say you were coming to races to spend time with Max, but it quickly transitioned into you sneaking off to go and see Lewis in Mercedes. 

While you were dating, you kept it on the down-low as you didn't want the foundations of your relationship to be structured by other people's opinions. But, once it was official, you both enjoyed the thrill of being together in secret. People not knowing wasn't the end of the world, after all. Those closest to you both knew, and that was all that mattered to you. 

Max knew, and that was why the two of you found it so funny for everyone just to assume that you were dating. Lewis was still fine with you spending time with Max since he still knew that you were all his, and his alone. 

"I didn't see you sneak in," Max said, ruffling your hair as you tried to grab his hand away. 

"I don't sneak anywhere, Max. All I did was walk in." you scoffed, trying to retaliate but he caught you in time. Out of the corners of both of your eyes, you could see reporters taking pictures of your interaction, but you didn't mind. You were used to it by now. 

"Do you want to get some lunch?" Max asked, pulling out his phone to check what time it was. It was nearing one o'clock, and practice had made him hungry.

"I would if someone hadn't beat you to it." you told him, and the smirk on Max's face was something you had seen far too many times as of recent.

"Oh I see how it is, you get a boyfriend and then you forget about little old me? I'm hurt, Y/N, truly." he groveled, clutching a hand to his heart in feigned pain.

"You're so dramatic, Max." you rolled your eyes at him.

"Just go, I'll find someone who values my friendship!" he cried, turning to walk away from you. You just laughed as he left, finding his antics to be thoroughly entertaining. Once he had gone, you took some back routes and stood out the back of the Mercedes motorhome. 

This was always where you waited for Lewis, since it was the one place that journalists couldn't get to and also didn't know about. Scrolling through your phone again, you already saw gossip magazines posting the pictures of you and Max from no more than 5 minutes ago, and you couldn't help but laugh at how desperate they were for any spec of information. 

"If I didn't know any better, then I'd think you and Max were a thing." a voice from behind you said, their arms wrapping around your waist from behind as their chin rested on your shoulder.

"Well you do know better, and you know that Max and I are friends." you replied, leaning back into the contact. Lewis peppered soft kisses down your neck as he chuckled.

"I know, I know. You're all mine," he teased, squeezing you closer to him. "Now I am starving, so let's go." he said, needing some food after a heavy practice session. Lewis dragged you through the paddock before making his way to hospitality, sitting at a table in the corner. 

"This is awfully public for your tastes," you commented, chuckling to yourself as Max dramatically turned away from you with a scoff. 

"Maybe I want to show the world that I'm the one who's taking you home after all this, not Mad Max over there." he retorted. 

"Hey, we've been over this. Be nice, he's my best friend." you sighed, knowing that Lewis would never be fully happy with you being so close with the Dutchman. Despite this, he trusted you. He knew that you would never cheat on him - you weren't that kind of person. Sure, you were a hell of a lot younger than him, but you weren't lacking maturity in any sense of the word. 

There were times that he became scared that you would rather be with someone younger, someone like Max, as you were more likely to be in similar places in your lives. Lewis didn't want you to grow out of the phase of enjoying having someone older. He didn't want to feel like a burden to you when you both got older, but he aged and you were still youthful. 

You always told him that you wouldn't have dated him if you thought that anything like that was going to be a problem later down the line, and it tended to pacify his mind, albeit momentarily. "I'm going to get food. Hold the table?" you said, standing up and looking over the buffet that was on offer. Being around Lewis meant that you had a lot more vegan food at home, but it was times like this that you reverted back to your regular diet. 

As you were getting your food, someone appeared beside you. "How's lover boy?" they asked, and there were no prizes for guessing who it was. 

"He's good, Max. You jealous?" you teased, elbowing him in the ribs. 

"Hm... jealous that my best friend is spending time with her boyfriend and not me? Kinda. Jealous that my best friend has someone to have lunch with? Absolutely. For some reason, everyone I would usually pester is busy or too focused on their love lives," he whined.

"You've got such a hard life," you sighed, picking up your tray of food and going to walk away from Max.

"Oi, wait for me!" he called out, catching up to you. 

"Please don't tell me you're planning on sitting with us?" you said, stopping and looking at him. A small hint of confusion was on Max's face, like he really didn't see why you just wanted some time to yourself with your boyfriend. 

"Yeah? What's the problem?" he said, unable to hide the mischievous glint in his eyes that told you everything you needed to know.

"Piss off," you laughed, leaving him to go to his own table as you went and sat back down with Lewis. "He's such a dick," you chuckled, sitting with him as he went to get his own food. Lewis returned with his lunch and sat back down with you.

"Can you come and watch FP2 in Mercedes? I wanna see you after," he asked, tucking into his food. 

"Yeah, course I can." you nodded, finding it sweet that he wanted you to be in his garage. It wasn't like the two of you were actively hiding your relationship, so you had nothing against being in his garage for when he was done for the day.

You were aware of the constant press presence around the track, but you had failed to spot the photographer lingering around hospitality that was snapping pictures of you. To be fair, they were more confused than excited by the possible gossip.

They all still thought that you were with Max, so now seeing you with Lewis was sending them for a loop. Later in the day, Lewis returned from practice and was desperate to get back to your hotel room for some rest. 

"I'm tired, baby." he mumbled into your neck as he clinged to you in the back of the garage. He was always very snuggly when he was tired, and now was no different. 

"Come on then," you chuckled, letting him briskly lead you out of the track and to that car that was waiting to take you to your hotel. Normally, one of you would drive, but it seemed like Lewis had other plans. He was attached to your side for the whole of the ride home, instantly taking his shirt off the second you had walked into the hotel. 

It was your duty as his girlfriend to admire every inch of him, even if all you could see was his back. You were never normally into men with tattoos, but Lewis was definitely the exception. Your eyes followed every line of ink as it drew lines over each inch of sculpted muscle. As you were lost in the trance, Lewis turned around and saw you watching.

"Like what you see?" he smirked, walking back up to you and placing his hands on your waist, tugging you in close. 

"Course I do," you replied, and the look in your eyes did things to him that he didn't like to admit. You ignited something within him that he couldn't explain. Sometimes he struggled to keep up with you, but he wouldn't change a thing about you. 

"I'm going to have a shower and you are more then welcome to join me, my love." he said. Sure, he was tired, but he was never too tired for you. 

"Maybe later," you said, the long day suddenly catching up on you. Lewis didn't want to push, so he let you walk over to the bed and flop down onto it. 

"The offer still stands," he told you, retreating to the bathroom. Shortly after, you heard the shower turn on the the sound of more clothes falling to the floor. While you waited, you got changed into your comfy clothes and opened your phone to a message from Max. 

He had sent you an article titled: '10 World Titles Between Them, But Which One is Y/N Y/L/N With Really?' with the different pictures of you with Max from today, as well as the sneaky ones with Lewis that you didn't know had been taken.  

The one with Max was when he was ruffling your hair after morning practice, and the ones with Lewis were when you were eating lunch together, gazing lovingly into each other's eyes. There were already loads of comments under the post, most of them were people speculating on which one of the two you were with, if either of them. 

If anything, you were more surprised that people seemed upset at the fact that there was another contender that wasn't Max. A lot of people liked the idea that you and Max were childhood sweethearts and that had translated into a lifelong love story, but it was a shame to say that it wasn't happening. 

Max had sent you an Instagram post as well, and one comment beneath it caught your eye. A few of them did, actually. One was from Lando, saying 'I'm around all 3 of them every weekend and even I don't know'. 

You heard the shower turn off, and you were ready to show Lewis. "Darling, c'mere. Look at this. Look at the comments." you said as he emerged from the bathroom with a towel around his waist. There was still water droplets clinging to his skin, but you tried to ignore that for now. 

"Lando... Charles... Wait, George? George knows we're together! He's put 'I reckon she's with Pierre'. He thinks he's so funny," he chuckled, scrolling through some more comments. There were loads of people involved in F1 getting in on the joke, drivers, mechanics, commentators, anyone.

"I should walk in with Pierre tomorrow, that'll really ruffle some feathers." you laughed, and Lewis' face dropped.

"You are doing no such thing. You are walking in with me, and that is final." he instructed. He was all for a joke, but he wasn't messing around when it came to your relationship. He wanted people to be fully aware that you were with him, not Max. Or Pierre. 

"OK, baby, OK. I won't." you consoled as he went to get dressed. You kept scrolling through the comments, finding each one funner than the last. There were the odd few that said there was no way that you were with Lewis because you were way too young for him, but you ignored them. 

The ones that did upset you were the ones that said you were just playing everyone for a few minutes of fame. No matter who you were with, you were still gold-digging and that was enough for them to write you off as a bad person. You tried to ignore them as you put your phone down and let Lewis shuffle into bed beside you. 

"It's too early to go to sleep," you told him, wriggling over to his side and resting your head on his chest. Listening to the steady thumps of his heartbeat grounded you somewhat, and it was a momentary distraction from the nasty comments.

"True, but we can order room service and cuddle for the rest of the night." he suggested as if there was any chance that you were going to say no. And that was exactly what you did. You spent your entire evening wrapped up in each other's arms until you fell asleep, ready for qualifying. 

As promised, you and Lewis walked in together, and everyone was talking about it. You went to go and see max as well, because you weren't letting the rumours stop your friendship. During that time, the two of you went to watch a McLaren interview panel, when Lando and Oscar were asked, 'What do you two know about the drama with Y/N?'.

"Last I heard, she was with Yuki," Oscar laughed, and Lando was clearly cooking up a plan in his mind to stir some shit.

"I'll put it all to bed. She's not with Lewis, or Max, or Yuki. She's with me. Y/N is my girlfriend, and we are very happy together." he said, and you all knew that he had screwed up. You and Max just looked at each other knowingly. 

Meanwhile, Lewis was scrolling through his phone, and the headline popped up nearly the second that Lando had said it. "He said WHAT?!" he audibly said in the garage. He made up his mind about two things that second: the first being that Lando was getting his arse kicked in qualis later, the second being that everyone was going to know exactly who you were with.

He also had a pre-qualifying interview panel that fans and journalists would be watching, and he was going to prove a point that you were with Yuki, or Max, or Pierre, or Lando.  You were his.

He texted you, telling you to be there to watch the panel since he wanted to see your face in the crowd. Much to his dismay, you were stood there with Max. He was waiting for a question about you, and it wasn't long before that question came. 

"So, Lewis, your name has been thrown into the mix recently when talking about Y/N's love life, but Lando has staked his claim. How much truth is there to any of this?" the interviewer asked, and he knew that this was his moment. 

"There's no truth to her being with Lando. And I know she's not with Max, Pierre or Yuki either. You know what? We can ask her. Baby, c'mere." he said, looking towards you and ushering you up onto the stage. Everyone's eyes widened at the pet name, including you. 

You slowly walked up onto the stage, not used to being elevated in front of everyone. Lewis strode straight up to you and pulled you in for a rough, passionate kiss. The crowd's jaws went slack - they didn't know what to do. 

For a second, you forgot that the crowd was there and you just focused on kissing your boyfriend, but the trance was over within seconds. "I just needed to do that..." he mumbled to you, letting you go. "Go back to Max," he instructed, letting go of your waist as you scampered away, still feeling shell-shocked. 

"I hope that clears things up," he said into the mic, standing there as if he hadn't just kissed you in front of everyone. 

"Lando really got him rattled, huh?" Max laughed as you returned to his side, and all you could do was nod. After all of the speculation, it was now clear who you were with. There were no more secrets, no more 'whos' or 'ifs' or concocted stories. It was just you and Lewis, then everyone else, and it happened in the best way possible. 

A/N - Hey lovelies! I am planning to have the dad!Lando thing out on Sunday, but if I can't get it done by then, I'll whip up something else to keep my darling children fed. Thank you for this request, I really enjoyed it! Love y'all 💖💖

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Parent fics kill me off

ollie bearman x reader, they've been together years since he was in f4 now at 19 they have a 8 month old daughter together!

ollie signs his F1 contract and everything is underway for reader and baby to join him in melbourne for his debut race! they get there and the Haas hospitality is all decorated like a party with a banner reading "welcome to the family" !! lots of team fluff and dad!ollie

welcome to the family - OB87

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summary: you and ollie have been together since his F4 days. now 19, he’s a rookie with a Formula 1 seat at Haas and an eight-month-old daughter asleep in your arms. it’s race week in Melbourne. your first time back in the paddock as a family. and team Haas? they’re waiting.

warnings: fluff overload, dad!ollie, baby snuggles, soft team dynamics, mention of young parenting, sweet nostalgia, rookie debut pride, no smut

The flight was long. Seventeen hours. Three outfit changes. Two rounds of baby food smeared into your hoodie. But you made it. Melbourne was glowing in early morning light when the car rolled into the paddock gates.

Ollie was bouncing his leg beside you in the back seat, one hand holding yours, the other resting on the car seat between you. "She’s asleep,” he whispered, peeking into the carrier. “Like really asleep.”

“Give it fifteen minutes,” you smiled. “Then she’ll be screaming for snacks.”

“Same,” he grinned.

You watched him. The line of his jaw sharper than it used to be. Post-F4 Ollie. The rookie now. The boy who used to sneak you into his bunk bed at circuits now carrying your baby into his first F1 weekend.

He adjusted the strap on his Haas hoodie. Ran a nervous hand through his curls. “I don’t want to fuck it up,” he said suddenly. Voice low. Real.

You reached across and squeezed his fingers. “You won’t. You’ve already made it. Look at her,” you nodded down at the sleeping baby, cheeks puffed and lips parted in the car seat, “she thinks you hung the stars.”

Ollie smiled like he might cry. You’d seen that smile before. When she was born. When Haas offered him the contract. When he heard her laugh for the first time and whispered, “I’d die for that sound.”

The car stopped. “Ready?” he asked.

You nodded. Adjusted your jacket. Lifted the baby onto your chest. And stepped into the paddock for the first time as a family.

The Haas garage exploded when they saw you. Well, not literally. But someone did start clapping. Then another person joined. Then someone blew an airhorn. Then came the banner.

"WELCOME TO THE FAMILY!"

It was strung across the front of hospitality in massive red letters. Balloons everywhere. A printed poster of Ollie holding the baby during Christmas. And a cake. There was a cake.

Ayao walked out with two mugs of coffee and a grin on his face like he’d planned the whole thing.

“Took you long enough,” he said. “We’ve been waiting to meet the real boss.”

He nodded at the baby currently drooling on your shoulder.

Ollie flushed red but beamed. “She runs the house.”

You laughed. “And the sleep schedule.”

Ayao raised a brow. “You look good on no sleep.”

“We don’t know what sleep is,” Ollie said brightly, now taking the baby from you and holding her like he always did, secure, proud, impossibly gentle.

She blinked awake slowly. Took one look at the crowd and promptly shoved two fingers into her mouth.

“Camera ready,” someone muttered from the comms desk.

Inside hospitality, the decor got worse, or better, depending on who you asked. There was a high chair at the team dining table. A framed drawing one of the mechanics’ kids had made, labelled OLLIE’S TEAM. A gift basket full of baby snacks. Even a branded Haas onesie.

“She’s never gonna wear anything else,” Ollie whispered as he dressed her in it.

You stood behind him, chin on his shoulder, arms wrapped around his middle. “She looks like you,” you murmured. “When you used to race in karting. Remember the little white suit?”

“Yeah,” he said, voice thick.

He turned to kiss you. One hand behind your head, the other still cradling your daughter’s tiny foot. “I love you,” he said simply.

You smiled. “We’re so proud of you.”

Later, when Ollie had to head to the press pen, you stayed curled on the hospitality sofa with the baby snoozing against your chest.

Mechanics passed by and waved. Someone brought you tea. Someone else offered to take her for a walk if you needed a break.

You didn’t move. This was your break. Eight months ago, you gave birth in a tiny clinic just outside of London. You bled for weeks. You cried when she wouldn’t sleep. You watched Ollie sign his F1 contract on a laptop screen while you rocked her to sleep. Now you were here. And so was he. And so was she.

The youngest member of Team Haas. Wearing her little red onesie. Holding the whole fucking paddock in her tiny fist.

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Bro I think I'd die

could you write one where the reader sees a tiktok on the theme of ‘how many times can my boyfriend make me 💦’ and oscar takes it way too seriously and gives her like 10 orgasms (don’t even know if that’s survivable lol)

btw i live your wooork

eleven? - OP81 🔥

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summary: a tiktok joke about "how many times can my boyfriend make me come in one night" turns into a challenge. oscar takes it seriously. way too seriously. what starts as sweet turns into something obsessive, intense, and so goddamn filthy you can't stop shaking. ten orgasms later, you're crying his name like a prayer — and he's still not done.

warnings: established relationship, dom!oscar, praise kink, overstimulation, multiple orgasms (10+), orgasm denial, unprotected sex, fingering, oral (f receiving), hair pulling, soft degradation, aftercare, filthy dirty talk, intensity kink, possessive!oscar, rough-soft mix

It starts with a TikTok. You're curled up on the couch in Oscar's hoodie, legs across his lap, half-scrolling and half-watching a dumb baking show when the sound catches your ear.

"How many times can your boyfriend make you come in one night?" "I dunno. We stopped counting after ten."

You snort.

Oscar raises an eyebrow. "What?"

You hold the phone up, giggling. He watches the video. Quiet. Calm. Then he blinks. Tilts his head. "...Ten?"

You laugh. "Yeah, but that's obviously bullshit."

You don't notice the shift in his eyes. Not yet. He hums. "Huh."

Two hours later, he's kissing your neck in bed. Slow. Lazy. "I was thinking," he murmurs.

You hum.

"About that TikTok."

You smirk. "Mmm?"

"I think we can beat ten."

You pause. "...What?"

He pulls back. His eyes are dark. "I want to see how many times I can make you come tonight."

You blink. "Oh."

"Oh?"

You swallow. "You're serious?"

He grins. That low, deadly grin. "I'm always serious."

The first is soft. His mouth between your thighs, tongue slow and warm, fingers holding you open as he builds you up with maddening patience. "Don't rush," he says, voice muffled. "Let me feel it."

You moan when it hits, hips lifting, thighs shaking. "Good girl," he breathes. "That's one."

The second is his fingers. Two of them, fucking deep and steady while his mouth latches to your nipple, sucking until you cry out.

"Sensitive already?" he teases.

You gasp. He curls his fingers just right and you come again, back arching. "That's two."

The third is just his cock. You're still catching your breath when he slides in. No teasing. No questions. Just a deep, slow thrust and a soft fuck, his eyes never leaving your face. "You're so warm," he mutters. "So fucking tight already."

You whimper.

"You want three?"

You nod. Pathetic.

He fucks you slowly, rhythm steady, letting your body adjust. He waits until your thighs are trembling before pressing harder, deeper, until you snap. You moan his name, full and broken.

"That's three."

The fourth breaks you a little. He has you on your knees, face in the pillows, hips up. One hand gripping your hair. The other on your clit. He whispers every filthy thing he wants to do to you. And when you start to fall apart again, he slows down.

"You're not allowed until I say." 

You whimper. Cry. Beg. Only when you're soaked and shaking and desperate does he speed up. And you shatter.

"That's four," he says softly. "And we're just getting started."

By five and six, you're babbling. One hand clutching the sheets. The other gripping his arm like a lifeline. He's relentless. Obsessed. "You can take more," he whispers. "I know you can. You're my good girl."

You whine, broken.

He kisses your forehead, even as his fingers are inside you again. "Just let go," he murmurs. "Don't think. Just feel."

Seven hits during a break. You're lying on your back, thinking he's giving you a breather, when he trails kisses down your stomach and buries his face in your pussy again. You scream.

"You taste better every time," he murmurs.

You try to squirm away. He grabs your hips and holds you down. "Don't run."

He flicks his tongue just right, and it rips through you.

You sob.

"That's seven," he says. "You're shaking, baby. So pretty when you're ruined."

Eight is messy. He's inside you again, thrusts deep and punishing. You're sweaty. Feral. Gone. You cry out with every stroke.

"Say my name."

You scream it.

He groans. "That's it. Show me who owns this pussy." 

You're crying when you come. And he kisses the tears off your cheek. "That's eight."

Nine is cruel. He eats you out again. Right after you came. No warning. No pause. Just lips and tongue and fingers, hungry and unrelenting. You try to push him away. He pins your hips down harder.

"You're doing so well," he says. "One more."

You can't even form words. Just noise. You come again, thighs clenching around his face. He lets you ride it out. Then licks you clean.

"That's nine. Just one more, baby."

Ten happens with you on top. Your choice. His hands grip your hips. His eyes are dazed, obsessed, proud.

"You did so good," he whispers.

You ride him slowly. Every stroke drags another moan from his throat. You reach for his neck. He lets you. Lets you hold on. Lets you fuck yourself to the finish. You clench around him with a long, sobbing cry. He moans.

"Ten," he breathes.

You collapse on his chest. You don't move for minutes. You're fucked out. Jelly-limbed. Soaked.

Oscar strokes your hair. Kisses your forehead. "Okay?" he murmurs.

You nod. Barely.

He chuckles softly. "I think we could go for eleven."

You groan into his chest. He pulls the blanket over you. "Fine," he whispers. "Tomorrow. But next time, I'm going for fifteen."

You whimper. He grins.

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(8) When Things Work - Lando Norris

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Your final few exams had gone by pretty smoothly, but you weren’t quite out of the woods just yet. You still had to endure further maths, but it was fine with Lando by your side. Of course, you wouldn’t be you if you didn’t have your wobbles here and there. 

Sometimes, you walked out of exams and were confident that you had completely failed and not gotten a single mark. But, Lando was right there with a reassuring word and a warm hug to make you see clearly.

“Final one, yes? We have got this,” Lando tried to hype you up, and he was more looking forward to it all being over as opposed to it all being over as opposed to actually doing well at this point. 

It was safe to say that you were all drained, but you had something to look forward to on the horizon: prom. You were so excited for it, but the two of you hadn’t really spoken too much about it. Whenever you did, the two of you just got really blushy and giggly - just what teenagers were like. 

All you had talked about was what time he was picking you up. You didn’t have any conversations about what you were wearing or what was going to happen or even what the two of you were. 

You were going to prom together for God’s sake, but you hadn’t established your relationship status. Were you friends with romantic intent? Were you dating? Were you boyfriend and girlfriend? You often found yourself overthinking things, so you just let it all happen as it was meant to. 

“Course we do. And if you get anything less than a B, then I will accuse you of wasting my time,” you teased, giving him the faux-stern look. Those eyes you gave him certainly… did things to him. But, he was a teenage boy, what more could be expected of him?

“Wasting your time? Me? Never!” he playfully scoffed, clutching at his heart as if it hurt. “I thought every second we spent together meant something!” he cried, pretending to wick away false tears. 

He was right: every second you spent together meant a hell of a lot to both of you, and that wasn’t something that could be ignored. “We’ll see, Norris.” you smiled, placing down your bag and getting out the few things that you’d need. You had your pen, pencil, rubber, ruler, mathematical construction equipment and calculator.

“Don’t panic, you’re a natural. And, after this, it’s all over. We can enjoy prom, and then enjoy summer before results. Remember, if it doesn’t go right, we can flunk school and go travelling.” he reminded you, patting you on the shoulder before heading into the exam hall.

You followed, taking your seat and doing what you did best. To be fair, it didn’t feel too bad. However, that was probably just because you were so looking forward to it being over that you weren’t really focused on checking the answers that you came up with. 

You had a lot of spare time, so you just got to sit there and have a think about the summer. Your parents had been really pushing you to get a job over the summer, so you had put your CV in at a small cafe by your local canal. Thankfully, they had accepted your application and you would be waitressing every Tuesday and Thursday over the holidays. 

It would get you some extra spending money, and would give you something to do with your time. You had 11 weeks off, and you weren’t planning on doing anything. The most you had in the diary was a week long holiday in Spain in August, which you were really looking forward to. 

Lando, on the other hand, was not too keen on the idea of not seeing you for an entire week. You had quickly learned that he was very clingy, but he could surely cope with being without you for a week. Plus, he was going on holiday too, and you weren’t throwing a hissy fit about it. 

In reality, you found it unbelievably cute. That little pout on his face was the sweetest thing that you had ever seen, and it was nice to know that he wanted to spend a lot of time with you during the holidays.

Breaking you out of your thoughts, the invigilators told you that time was up, and that was that. You were done. The most stressful period of your life was over. Well, until you collected your results, but there was no point in dwelling on that now. 

As soon as you left the exam hall, Lando was straight back to being by your side. “So, how was that?” he asked, knowing that you would’ve found it easy as hell. If he had found it pretty bearable, then it must have been a walk in the park for you. 

“Not too bad. To be honest, I was more concentrating on getting it over with.” you told him, leaving the school gates for one final time. Both of you walked down the pavement, letting it sink in that school was over and now you just had to wait for results. 

“Do you want to head to the park?” he asked, and you knew that you’d have loads of time before you could get the bus home. 

“Sure,” you nodded, walking to the park with him. In some ways, having Lando was weird. You weren’t really used to having someone and having them be… completely yours. Lando was there through thick and thin, he was there whenever you needed him with no complaints.

You’d never had someone so reliable to turn to, but now you didn’t know what you would do if you didn’t have him. If he went somewhere that wasn’t the sixth form that you were going to, then you wouldn’t get to see him everyday. You’d probably see him every other weekend and he’d be released upon a whole horde of other girls that would see him as a catch just as much as you did. He had everything, and you knew that he could have whoever he wanted. It was just a matter of if he chose you or not. 

Lando was also scared about the possibility of losing you if you were unleashed upon sixth form boys. There was no doubt that they’d be all over you, since he was sure that more people saw you the way he did than you thought. 

His mum had always told him to do what was better for him, not what everyone around him was doing. But, this was the one time that he was tempted to ignore that advice and just follow you. He could do A-Levels, right? It would be just like GCSEs… except harder. The apprenticeship that he had once wanted to do was now not his number one choice, but he didn’t really mind that. You were worth it.

“You excited for prom?” he asked as the two of you sat down at your normal bench. 

“Is that even a question? Of course I am.” you replied. He loved it when you sassed him. He felt special when you were like this with him, since he had never seen you give such an attitude to anyone else. 

Going to prom together meant that he would have to hold your hand, maybe he’d dance with you. He’d get to properly break the physical barrier. Would it be a better idea to do that now rather than later? Maybe if he got both of you comfortable with touching each other, then prom would be less awkward.

He hoped it wouldn’t be awkward, no matter when it was, but he didn’t want prom to be the time to get used to each other’s touch. He wanted prom to be the time for you to relax and enjoy yourselves, not start finding boundaries. 

“So am I. I was really terrified that you were going to say no,” he confessed, feeling the heat rise to his cheeks. He had been contemplating it for a very long time before that, but he was very proud of himself for plucking up the courage to crack on with it. 

“C’mon, I could never say no to you,” you teased, and all he could do was laugh. He was smitten with you, and you could tell. You were smitten with him as well, though, so you were both as bad as each other. 

Lando took the opportunity to tentatively take your hand that was resting in your lap and intertwined his fingers with yours. He had never held anyone’s hand in a romantic capacity, so this was a new phenomenon for the both of you. 

Despite this, it felt so… right. He didn’t know what it was meant to feel like, but to be physically connected to you was more than enough for him. You didn’t hesitate, just let your slightly cold hand be held in his weirdly warm one. You gave it a squeeze as a form of reassurance that this was OK, and that he was allowed to. His hands were rougher than you thought they’d be, but you guessed that was from countless hours in his dads garage working on your projects. 

This felt like a long time coming, and neither of you were wanting to pull away any time soon. You both knew that his mum would be there soon, and you could just hop on any bus once he was gone. She tended to be punctual, but you were hoping she’d be late so that you could hang on to him longer. Now that you had gotten here, you weren’t wanting to let go.

“What colour is your dress?” Lando suddenly asked, and he knew it would be hard to get the information out of you. You had been very secretive about your prom dress, not telling him a single detail about it. It was like how brides were very elusive with their wedding dresses. This wasn’t quite as important as a wedding, but a part of him hoped that you’d get there eventually.

“Lando, you know I won’t tell-“

“I know you don’t want to tell me, but I need to know. Please? It’s for something…” he pleaded, not wanting to prematurely give away the surprise. The look in his eyes told you that it was important, and if he was trying to rile you up, he’d have that classic smirk on his face.

“It’s yellow, OK?” you told him, and the relief on his face was evident. He didn’t think it would be that easy to extract the information from you, but he had gotten through to you. 

Yellow? Now he was not expecting you to be so bold, but it wasn’t like he was complaining. He couldn’t think of anyone else who would wear a yellow prom dress. Most people’s were some variation of blue, purple or green. Yellow was something he hadn’t seen before, and there was no one else who would be able to pull it off like he knew you were. 

Still, Lando couldn’t help but be his classic self and make a jibe. “What, so you’re coming dressed as a banana?” he teased, trying to be serious. But, he couldn’t keep the smile off his face when he said it. 

“Yeah, I am.” you deadpanned. If he didn’t know you as well as you did, then he would have thought you were being serious. It wasn’t like he minded, you’d look gorgeous either way.

From your spot on the bench, he watched as his mum pulled into the car park and saw her take out her phone. She was texting him to tell him she was here, no doubt, and he’d feel bad if he kept her waiting. 

“Mum’s here…” he said, not wanting to let go of your hand. He thought that you’d make the move to break the contact, but you didn’t. You just stayed sitting there, looking at him. 

“I’ll see you on Friday, yeah?” you asked, and he nodded without a second thought. Friday was prom, of course you’d see him Friday. Him and his dad were picking you up at twenty past five to be at the venue for 6pm on the dot. 

In his whole life, he didn’t think that he’d ever looked forward to something more, and he wouldn’t miss it for the world. In his younger years of high school, prom seemed like something stupid and was just going to be something he wouldn’t go to. 

He’d look at the prom photos every year that were put on the display board and thought it was a massive waste of time. All people did were dress up for the sake of dressing up, all for the sake of saying they went to prom. 

He saw pictures of people dancing, couples who were young and allegedly in love. Back then, he didn’t see the point. Now, he did. He was one of the few lucky ones who actually had a date to go to prom with. 

In all of the American high school movies, nearly everyone had a date, even if they were just friends. In Britain, not many people had dates for prom. But Lando did. Lando had you. Most of his friends didn’t have a date, but he had the best person that he could by his side.

“Come on, I’m sure mum will want to say hello,” he smiled, pulling you up and walking towards the car with your hand in his. He saw his mum watching you through the windows, smiling to herself as she saw her son finally holding the hand of the girl he liked. 

She rolled down the window. “Hi, sweethearts. How did your exam go?” she asked. You almost forgot about the further maths exam since you were too focused on Lando. 

“It wasn’t too bad,” Lando said, and you nodded along in agreement. 

“How are you getting home, Y/N?” she asked as Lando threw his bag in the back seat and hopped in the front. 

“I’m getting the bus, it shouldn’t be-”

“No you’re not.” Lando interrupted, getting out of the car just as quickly as he had gotten in it. Lando went to sit in the back, leaving the front passenger side door open. “We can take you,” he told you, gesturing to the now vacated front seat.

“Are you sure?” you asked, not wanting them to have to go out of their way to take you home. 

“Of course, hop in,” his mum said, and you were happy to oblige. Now, you didn’t have to pay for the bus, wait for it, or endure the longer than necessary drive home. She pulled out of the car park, starting the drive home. 

You had your arm resting on the armrest on the door when you felt something tapping your elbow. Looking down to your left, you just saw Lando’s hand splayed out. He saw you look at it, but you clearly weren’t understanding what he was wanting you to do. 

Lando started doing what could only be described as grabby hands, so you took your arm off of the armrest and moved so that you could hold his hand. Lando physically relaxed at the feeling of your hand in his. It brought him a strange sense of peace, knowing that you were there and that you were with him. 

Small talk filled the car on the way home, and Lando squeezed your hand every now and then to remind himself that you were there. No amount of time would ever be enough, but he was desperate for more when his mum pulled up outside of your house. “Thank you for that,” you smiled, letting go of his hand to open the car door.

“Any time, sweetheart.” she said, and Lando was also getting out of the car. What sort of kind-of-boyfriend would he be if he didn’t walk his girl to her front door? Plus, it was a great excuse to hold your hand again. 

He did just that the second that he was back by your side, walking you all the way to your doorstep and only letting go once you had to enter the house. “25 past 5, yeah? Not a second later,” Lando reminded you.

He knew that you wouldn’t forget and that you’d be ready for when he got there, but he felt the need to tell you regardless. “C’mon, you know me better than that,” you chuckled, nudging him with your elbow. “See you then,” you smiled, closing the door. 

Lando heard the lock click into place, and he knew you were safe and sound inside. He turned away from the door and got back in the car. “Since when were you two an official item?” she asked, starting off the final leg of their journey home. 

“We’re not official. Yet.” Lando sighed, wanting to be able to properly call you his girlfriend sooner rather than later. His plan was to do it at prom, but he didn’t want to bombard you with too much all at once. 

Regardless of this, if you had agreed to go to prom with him as his date, then surely you’d agree to be his girlfriend if he asked, right? He knew you would, so he just had to bide his time and wait for the right moment. 

For now, he had to focus on making sure that everything was perfect for the two of you. This was going to be the biggest night of your lives, and he would not let anything go wrong on his watch. No way. 

The days ticked by slowly, and it was finally the day of prom. All Lando really had to do was get his suit on and do his hair, but he took extra time and effort to look his best. His dad folded him a yellow pocket square, which he hoped was the same shade as your dress, and tucked it in his breast pocket along with the flower that his mum had given him.

Lando had never worn a proper suit before, but that wasn’t to say that he didn’t like the look of it on him. His mum had forced him to get it tailored so that he didn’t show up looking like a drowned rat, which she was sure some of the boys would do. 

Walking down the stairs, the entire family was waiting for him. “Oh my goodness… you look so handsome, sweetheart,” his mum gushed, trying not to cry at the sight of her boy all grown up. 

He was taking a girl to prom, and he looked like a dashing young man while he was doing it. “Come on,” his dad said, opening the front door as everyone tried to snap a few more pictures of Lando. 

“Don’t forget the camera, darling. I need pictures of the two of them. And make sure they’re good,” she instructed his dad, handing him the camera. She needed good photos of her son. 

“Yes, I know,” he rolled his eyes, watching as Lando went and got into the front seat of the McLaren that he had borrowed from one of his friends. Was it a bit bougie for prom? Yes. Yes it was. But, Lando wanted to be driven in it, so there was no harm done. 

“Are you nervous?” he asked, getting into the driver's side and starting up the car. 

“Yeah. I am.” Lando admitted, not knowing specifically why he was nervous, but he was nervous nonetheless. Lando fiddled with his cufflinks for the whole drive, and his dad found his nervousness to be quite comical. 

“Don’t be, you’ll have such a good time.” He remembered what it was like to be young and in love, and he knew that Lando had a lot to learn. Despite this, he was happy for his son. He may have never met you, but he liked the sound of you from what he had heard from Lando and his mum. 

Lando’s heart was beating out of his chest as they pulled up outside your house. Instead of making himself wait while he was on the edge of his seat, he was straight out of the car and to your front door. It dawned on him that he was probably about to meet your parents for the first ever time. 

He always found it odd how they were never there, and you never really mentioned them that much. You had spoken about your grandmother briefly, but never your parents. He had been to the house a few times and there was never any sign of them. No cars in the driveway, no one wandering around in the background, no one to take care of you when you were sick. 

That wasn’t something he was going to dwell on tonight, though. Tonight was just about you and him, no one else. With a shaking hand, Lando knocked on your front door as he waited for you. As it opened, his jaw went slack and words completely escaped him. 

“You… erm… jesus… wow…” he stuttered, as the words to describe how stunning you looked completely eluded him. You were always pretty, but getting to see you all dolled up absolutely took his breath away.

You never wore makeup, but now that you had on a soft glam look, it really made your features pop. You had your hair in a half up, half down style and it gave him a full, unobstructed view of your face while also allowing your hair to cascade down your back in soft waves. 

And the dress. The goddamn dress. He wasn’t sure what to expect when you said that it was yellow, but he was not disappointed in the slightest. The only way he could describe it was that you looked like a princess. 

The top was fitted with a sweetheart neckline and no straps that cinched in at the waist. In school uniform, he was never really able to see your figure, but now he was finally getting a taste. There were glittery, embroidered flowers that looked like lace as he looked at it from the distance that he was. 

The skirt was a glittery tuul that pooled around your legs and stopped just shy of the floor, almost giving the illusion that you were floating. The whole thing was quite sparkly, to be fair, and the sight was purely mesmerizing. “You look absolutely gorgeous,” he managed to get out, unable to take his eyes off of you and the dress. 

The heat flushed your cheeks at his compliment, since you weren’t used to getting them very often. Lando would change that in due time. “Thank you. You look so handsome,” you returned.

A man always looked good in a suit, and Lando was no exception. It just accentuated every single one of his best physical features, and the yellow pocket square with the flower was a really nice touch that didn’t go unnoticed. It was, thankfully, the same shade. 

Even if you weren’t together at all times, everyone at prom was going to know that you were each other’s dates. He was certain that no one else would be walking around in a yellow dress like you were, so the distinction would be easy to make. 

Lando was only ever called handsome by his family or the girls at school who were just gagging for any scrap of attention that they could get, so it was great to hear it from someone else. Especially when that someone was you. 

“Thank you,” he smiled, holding an arm out for you to take. “Oh! I have something for you,” he suddenly remembered, fishing around his inside pocket. He handed you a box which you wasted no time in opening. 

“Lando…” you breathed, looking at what he had given you. Sitting inside the box was a corsage that matched the flower in his pocket. “Can you put it on?” 

“Course I can,” he nodded, carefully taking the delicate flower out of the box and tying it around your left wrist. Now, the two of you were properly matching just like a couple should. It wasn’t a typical thing to do, but he just couldn’t help himself. “There,” he smiled once it was perfectly in place. 

“Thank you, Lando.” you said, looking between him and the corsage. You saw his dad hovering by the car with the camera in hand, and you were ready for photos. “C’mere,” you said, pulling him into your side on the doorstep. You had an arm around his back and his arm found a comfortable place around your waist, his hand resting on your hip. 

The pair of you smiled for a few minutes, moving around your driveway so that you could get some photos with better lighting. Lando’s dad showed you them before you set off so that the two of you were happy with them. There was one in particular that the two of you adored. 

You had just moved to a spot where the sun was directly behind the two of you, but you weren’t quite ready for the picture. Lando had just put his arm around you, and you were smiling at each other before you turned to the camera. It had flashed while you were gazing into each other’s eyes, and it was such a good candid shot. 

After your pictures, it was time for you to get going. Lando, being the gentleman that he was, opened the car door for you before rounding the back and getting in himself. Despite the 20 minute journey, it felt like five as you pulled up outside of prom where a lot of people were already waiting. 

“Come on, let’s do this.” Lando encouraged, getting out of the car and opening the door for you. The photographers that the school had hired snapped endless pictures of you as Lando took your hand to help you out of the car.

Not many people knew that Lando was bringing you, so the shocked looks on everyone's faces were priceless. As far as they were concerned, the rumours that you two were dating had been proved as not true. Well, they were at the time. But, things change. 

While you were walking to where everyone was waiting, Lando looked over all of the other girls. Not a single one in yellow. Not a single one as beautiful as you. None of them could even hold a candle to you, no matter how hard they tried.

Some of them looked ridiculous with far too much fake tan and eyelashes so thick that they looked like bats whenever they blinked. You were tasteful, classy, and elegant. They weren’t. But, he was biased.  

“Well would you look at who finally grew a pair of balls!” a voice called out to the two of you. Well, there was no points for guessing who it was. Max and the rest of Lando’s friends emerged from the crowd, all of them looking very dapper if you were being fair. 

“I’ll leave you to it,” you chuckled, letting go of his hand and leaving him to the wolves. You weaved through the crowd, looking for your friends.

“So, what base are we at?” Max asked once you were out of earshot. Lando just tutted and shook his head. He shouldn’t have been surprised that he had asked, but he still wasn’t the most impressed. 

“We’re taking things slow, we’re both new at this,” was all Lando said, not wanting them to quiz him any further. “Now, enough about me. What have you shitheads been up to?” he asked, and they all instantly set off rambling about what they had been doing over the week off. 

Meanwhile, you were struggling to find your friends in the crowd. You knew they’d be there somewhere, it was just a matter of figuring out which ones they were. Just as you had spotted them, you felt a hand on your arm. “Hey,” a voice said, and you turned to find that it was Lilly. 

As much as you had hated her, you couldn’t deny that she looked absolutely beautiful. She hadn’t gone over the top on the makeup like you would have assumed that she would, she hadn’t even gone too far on the tan either.

Her dress was a light blue satin thar hugged her body all the way until her knees when it loosened off. It wouldn’t have been your choice, but she had the figure to pull it off. Her hair was up, which was something you weren’t used to seeing since she usually had it down, but it really suited her. You thought she should wear it up more often. 

“I just wanted to say that you look absolutely beautiful. That dress is… something else,” she smiled, and you could tell that she was being genuine. You appreciated how she was making an effort to be nice, even if it was hard to forget how much she had made your life a living hell. 

“Thank you so much, so do you. You really suit your hair up,” you complimented back, seeing a glimpse of gratitude in her eyes. You were always sure that Lilly was very self-conscious and that was a massive part of why she was so awful to everyone. She wanted to put other people down to make herself feel better. 

It was becoming apparent that all she really needed was for someone to just be nice to her. Now that the two of you were building a rapport, she was becoming a lot more bearable. “Really? I was never really a fan until my mum told me I should just go for it,” she chuckled, and you were finally seeing slithers of the real Lilly through the cracks of the confident facade. 

“Your mum was certainly right,” you said.

“I was… I was just wondering if you’d maybe be able to save a dance for me later? I don’t know, it might be fun.” she rambled. 

“Yeah, sure. Come find me, yeah?” you agreed, appreciating the effort that she was putting in. She nodded, glad that you had said yes. You went off to find your friends and you chatted for a bit before you were allowed to go into the venue for your dinner before prom really commenced. 

As you were walking with your friends, you felt a hand in yours and you turned to see Lando. “I cannot believe that you left me there,” he scoffed, glad to be back with you. It probably wasn’t great that he was prioritising his near-girlfriend over his lifelong friends, but he needed you right now. 

“You really think I wanted to deal with Max?”

“You really think I wanted to deal with Max either?” he countered, and he did have you there to be fair. “He asks the worst questions, I swear. Painfully intrusive,” he told you, and you didn’t even want to know what Max had been asking. 

As you walked into the prom venue, you took in the surroundings. There were twinkling fairy lights everywhere, the colour scheme being white and silver overall. It looked like something straight out of one of your pinterest boards, and you were just gobsmacked at how nice they had made it.

“It’s so pretty,” you whispered, the lights reflecting in your eyes as Lando looked down at you. 

“You’re the pretty one,” he said. Sure, it was really cheesy, but that wasn’t necessarily a bad thing. You all found your nameplates in front of your seats, and unfortunately, you and Lando weren’t sat together.

He was on a table with all of his friends, and you were on a table with all of yours, which made sense. One thing that didn’t make sense was that Lilly was put next to you and she wasn’t sitting with Maisie. 

It was like she had read your mind as she appeared beside you. “I… Maisie and I aren’t really talking so I asked if I could sit with you… it’s OK if you don’t want to, I totally get it, I can ask to move somewhere else if you want me to, it isn’t a-” 

“Lilly, it’s fine. I don’t mind.” you cut her off, and the relief on her face was palpable. Lando looked between the two of you, unsure of when you had reconciled your major differences and had become sort of friendly. 

“Well, I’ve got to get going.” he smiled, seeing that everyone was taking their seats and he had to get to his table for dinner. Lando pulled your chair out for you, sat down and pushed you under the table. 

Lilly just stood and watched with a sad sort of envy in her eyes. It wasn’t the bitter sort of jealousy that she was used to, just a resigned feeling that settled heavy in her chest. Lando saw this and decided to be the bigger person. 

He stood to the side, pulling Lilly’s chair out for her and gesturing for her to sit. She sat down, and Lando pushed her under the table just like he had done for you. You were proud of him for being so mature and reading the situation. As he walked past you to go to his table, he leant down and pressed a quick kiss to the top of your head as a goodbye, just like he had done when you were sick. 

The girls on your table all blushed and giggled, whispering things to each other.

“I’m happy for you, you know. I’ll admit, it’s hard to watch, but you deserve it,” Lilly said, and the honesty was refreshing. You couldn’t imagine what it would be like to have it the other way around. You don’t know what you would have done if you had to see Lando be with Lilly while you just had to wait to the side with a reluctant smile and forced congratulations. 

“Thank you. You will find someone who makes you happy, Lilly. That’s a promise,” you said, squeezing her hand that was resting on the table. Your starters were brought out, and you and Lilly talked for the entirety of your meal. 

You learnt a lot about her. You found out that she really enjoyed watching football and you could talk about it a bit with her since you knew little pieces about what was going on in the current climate from Lando. She corrected you on some things that you got wrong, but she understood that it wasn’t your specialist subject.

You also found out that the whole reason that her and Maisie had become friends was through music and that she was an avid piano player. She enjoyed listening, playing and writing her own classical music, which was something that you had never expected from her. Lilly promised to let you listen to some of her pieces sometimes. 

The meal flew by in a flash, and you were shocked by how funny and bubbly the real Lilly was. The two of you got on like a house on fire, and you had wished that she had been like this from the start. You were sure that you would have been really good friends by now.

From his spot on a table across the venue, Lando was watching the interactions between you and Lilly. Every time he looked over, both of you were laughing and smiling like you had been best friends for years. 

Despite the grudges that both you and him held, he could see that you were softening and slowly letting things go as time went on. Once you were all finished, everyone got up and the music started. “I’ll come find you later,” Lilly smiled, disappearing into the crowd as she saw Lando coming to stand behind you.

“You two seem to be awfully friendly,” he greeted, moving so that he was standing in front of you. 

“She’s actually really nice when she’s not being a total bitch,” you smiled, taking his hand and dragging him to the dancefloor. Did Lando know how to dance? No. Was he going to try? If he had to. For you. 

As he tried to do something that resembled dancing with his limbs to 2010s classics, he could see his friends laughing at him out of the corner of his eye. “Hey, ignore them. They’re boring,” you said, turning him so that his back was to them and the two of you could just enjoy each other. 

To give everyone a second to recoup their energy, the song changed to a slower one. The few couples that were there got into position, so you and Lando followed suit. Neither of you had a clue what you were doing, so you just copied them. 

You linked your arms around Lando’s neck and he placed both of his hands on your waist. Even if you had never done it, it felt natural to both of you. You swayed to the music, enjoying how romantic the moment was. 

“Sometimes I really wondered how I got so lucky,” he mumbled, so quietly that you could only just about hear him.

“C’mon, I’m the lucky one,” you said, and all he could do was shake his head and smile as he gazed into your eyes. God, he wanted to kiss you right now. He would have if there wasn’t everyone from your year there. 

He didn’t want a moment so special to be observed by your peers. He wanted it to be something for your eyes only, something that only the two of you would ever be able to recollect in precise detail. 

You knew what he was thinking, and you wanted the same. Kissing him right now would be one of the best moments of your life, and you didn’t want it to be ruined by people having reactions and making comments. 

You had come far too far and gone through far too much to let it go to waste by having your first ever kiss spoiled. You’d just have to enjoy being close to him, for now. Lando couldn’t take his eyes off of you as you swayed to the music together.

The romantic moment was short lived as people filtered back on the dancefloor as the upbeat songs started blaring out through the speakers again. You spotted Lilly standing to the side, clearly unsure of what to do. 

She kept looking between you and Lando and the rest of your peers on the dance floor. “Go to your friends, OK? I promised her a dance,” you told him, and he looked over to see Lilly looking utterly lost. 

“Sure, have fun,” he smiled, leaning down to kiss your cheek and went off to find his friends. Lando had become really comfortable with giving you those innocent kisses, and it was something you were happy to get used to. 

You went over to Lilly and grabbed her hand, pulling her over to the floor. A huge smile broke out onto her face as she relaxed into the contact, clearly glad that you had remembered that you’d said that you’d dance with her.

You bopped away, singing along to some of your favourite classic tunes and spinning each other around. Lando was standing with his friends, but he was paying more attention to you and Lilly than he was to them.

The two of you looked like you were having a blast as you laughed and messed around together, and he would have never thought that this would be how prom was going to go. If he didn’t know any better, he would have said that you had been best friends for a damn long time. 

After a while of dancing, you decided to take a breather and head out of the double doors to the deck. You were surprised when you didn’t see anyone else out there, but the silence was welcomed. There was a slightly cool breeze in the air, cooling you down perfectly.   

The second that Lando had seen you leave the venue, he followed you like a flash. He didn’t even explain where he was going, he just followed you straight out. He quietly opened the doors and slipped out, seeing you leaning against the railing. 

“Hey,” he said to alert you to his presence. You turned to look at him and a huge smile broke out onto your face. 

“Hey,” you greeted back, letting him stand next to you and tug you into his side with an arm around your waist. “You having a good night?” you asked, leaning into him. 

“I sure am. Although, you and Lilly being friends was not on my bingo card for tonight,” he laughed. You agreed. Being Lilly’s friend and actually getting on with her despite everything that had happened was not something that you expected to happen this week, but it wasn’t something you were overly complaining about. 

“Wasn’t on mine either. But she’s actually really sweet. I think she was just so awful because she’s got a lot of insecurities so she pins them on everyone around her,” you said, and Lando found it remarkable how empathetic you could be. She had made your life a living hell, she had nearly ruined the relationship between the two of you because she was so fixated on being with Lando. Even after all of that, you still saw past it and saw who was really behind the mask. 

“I’m proud of you, you know that?” he sincerely said, squeezing your waist. You were only 16 but had a very mature head on your shoulders, and it only made him fall for you more. “I couldn’t be that forgiving,” he chuckled, kissing your temple before letting things fall silent. 

The two of you didn’t have to talk just for you to enjoy your time together. It was nice to be there in silence and relish each other’s company. Things used to be so complicated when your relationship started off, and now it had transitioned to something so natural and simple. 

Lando Norris, the boy who you would have avoided at all costs was now the boy that you wanted to be around 24 hours a day, 7 days a week. It was strange to think of the butterfly effect that had gotten you to where you were today. 

If someone had sat in the seat next to him, if the bus had never broken down, if his mum had never offered to take you to school, if you hadn’t walked into maths wearing his jumper, if Max hadn’t decided to take the piss, if Lando hadn’t made the bet, if you had never followed through. If any of those steps hadn’t happened, then the two of you probably wouldn’t have been standing there together. 

“Can I ask you something?” you asked, a question suddenly popping into your head. It was something you had wondered ever since Lando had asked you to prom, but never one you had the courage to ask.

“Course you can,” Lando said, looking down at you as if he were trying to guess the question before you had the chance to ask it.

“When did you first start liking me? Like… more than friends.” you clarified, watching the blush creep up on his cheeks. Lando knew exactly when he first started liking you, but it felt slightly embarrassing to admit how quickly he had fallen for you.

“Well… I think I started liking you when we started our library visits because of the deal we had, and then I really started liking you a lot when we were put together in maths. And even through everything that happened between us, no matter how many times we fell out, those feelings never went away. I guess that’s how I knew that what I felt was the real deal,” he honestly explained, internally cringing at the slight cheesiness but it was the complete truth.

“That feels like forever ago…” you whispered, thinking through all of your fondest memories with him. Wearing his jumpers, him going over to yours when you were sick, revising together, him calming you down when you got in your head.

You could talk about anything, laugh over the dumbest things, enjoy every second you spent together like it was your last. It was all the things put together that made what the pair of you had so special. 

“When did you start liking me? Like… more than friends?” he mimicked, lightly tickling your ribs, causing you to squeal and try to wriggle away from him. Just before you could claw your way out of his grasp, he stopped and pulled you snugly into his side again. “Seriously, though. I want to know.” he said, leaning in to kiss your temple again while you thought of your answer. 

“I don’t really know… I liked you when I got to know the Lando that wasn’t the twat with his friends. And I think losing you the first time really made me realise how much I like you and how much I couldn’t stand not having you around.” you said, and Lando was surprised at how honest you were being.

He was glad that there was enough trust in your relationship so that the two of you could tell each other anything without the fear of being teased with malice or laughed out simply for expressing how you felt. 

“You’re not losing me for a long damn time,” Lando whispered, looking down into your eyes. He closed the gap so that your foreheads were resting against each other as neither of you dared to make the move. 

You both wanted to, oh so desperately you wanted to. The moment was perfect. It was just the two of you on one of the happiest nights of your lives, under a perfectly clear starry sky. You could feel each other’s breath warm on your faces. Lando’s eyes flicked down to your lips, and back to your eyes. “Can I…?” he asked, not wanting to go for it if you didn’t feel like you were ready. 

“Yes.” you quickly breathed out, and Lando wasted no time in closing the gap and pressing his lips to yours. Neither of you knew how to kiss, so you just let your intuitions guide you. Just like in the movies, you wrapped your arms around his neck while his hands found a place on either side of your waist. 

Your lips felt addictively soft against his, and he could feel some of your lipgloss transferring onto him. You both closed your eyes and focused on the feeling of finally getting to kiss each other. They slowly moved against each other, both of you slowly getting the hang of what you thought you were meant to be doing. 

As you were running out of breath, you pulled away and just looked at him. “You have no idea how long I have been wanting to do that.” Lando said, feeling slightly drunk after having your lips on his. 

“Me too,” you agreed, grinning from ear to ear. You caught your breath for a minute, constantly replaying the memory of the kiss on repeat. From inside, you heard one of your favourite songs come on, and there was no way you were missing it. Lando heard it too, knowing that you’d want to go. “C’mon,” you smiled, taking his hand and tugging him along. 

“Hey, woah, wait.” Lando said, pulling your hand back so that you couldn’t walk back into the venue. 

“What?” you asked, and he never answered. All Lando did was pull you in for another quick kiss. Now that he had had you once, he wanted to get his fill over and over again. It was short, but he still poured every ounce of affection that he had in his body into it. 

“Just wanted to do that again.” he chuckled, and you didn’t have an answer. This was the next step to your relationship that you were very happy to be exploring. He finally loosened his grip on you and let you pull him back into the venue and onto the dancefloor. Lando just let you dance your little heart out to your favourite song without trying to interfere. 

When you walked back through the doors, Max spotted you. He saw the blush on your cheeks and the satisfied look in Lando’s eyes and his brain went to all sorts of conclusions. “Damn, Lando. Didn’t think you’d hold that promise, congrats.” he smirked as he walked over to the two of you on the dancefloor.

“Huh? What promise?” you asked, looking between Lando and Max. You were confused, and there was a pit of dread forming in your stomach. Lando was also confused - he couldn’t think of anything that he had promised Max in recent years, let alone recent weeks. 

“Remember? What you said after your little chat with Miss Kenneday?” he said, and Lando knew exactly what he was talking about. 

“Max, I swear to god if you start running your mouth… it was a joke.” Lando warned through gritted teeth. “I said that-” he started, wanting to say it to you before Max did so that he could give you the proper context. 

“You said that, with the way things were going between the two of you, you’d get laid before I would and that it was a promise. And I see that you fulfilled your promise, so well done, mate.” Max said with a smugest smirk on his face. 

All Lando could see was red. Your night had been so perfect, and now Max was tarnishing the memories with some stupid, passing joke that he had made. You didn’t say anything, just pushing through the crowd and disappearing. “Max, what the fuck? Why do you always have to ruin things with her? Why do you always have to fuck this up for me?” Lando ranted, wanting nothing more than to punch him so hard in the face that it would knock him out.

Some people looked towards him, wanting to know what his raised voice was for. “Man, I was just jok-” 

“No! Shut the fuck up, I’m not done talking. Your jokes aren’t funny. All they do is upset people, and for some reason, it’s always me and her ending up upset. I thought you were one of my best friends but all you do is keep fucking shit up for me and I have had it. While we’ve all matured, you’ve stayed as juvenile as we all were when we started highschool.” he spat, pushing through the crowd and trying to go in the direction that he thought you had gone in. 

He couldn’t let the happiest night of his life end like this, no way. He wasn’t letting his girl be upset because of some stupid joke. He hoped that you’d listen to him, that you’d understand his point of view, because if he lost you this time, he was terrified that it would be the final time. 

A/N - And here it is! The next chapter of Nerd. I hope that you enjoy this part as much as I do, and I have already started the next chapter, so you should see a date coming for that on the series list in the not so distant future. Love y'all 💖

tag list: @l4andopitlane @clovermoters

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[idkwhatimdoinghere1655]

Well that was one of the best things I think I have ever read in my entire life

Wrong Groupchat - OP81 🔥- part 2

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summary: oscar and reader are forced to attend a post-race paddock dinner after that video leaks. the team principals pretend nothing happened. the drivers? they do not. warning: sex tape fallout, secondhand embarrassment, chaotic grid energy, joking references to choking/filming, swearing, implied smut references, reader being an unbothered menace

You shouldn’t have worn red. You knew you shouldn’t have worn red. It was petty. Provocative. A little cruel, even. But that was the whole point.

Red, with strappy heels and that lipstick Oscar likes. The kind that stains your mouth the exact same way it did in thatvideo. The one that accidentally made its way into the Formula 1 drivers’ group chat via Oscar’s butterfingered AirDrop click. The one now immortalised in private Discord servers, Reddit threads, anonymous Twitter dumps and Charles Leclerc’s goddamn memory palace.

And now here you were, gliding through the lobby of a five-star hotel like you hadn’t been choked within an inch of your life on a headboard in glorious 4K.

Oscar, to his credit, looked like he might vomit. “You wore the lipstick,” he muttered, somewhere between awe and horror.

You smiled sweetly, threading your arm through his as you approached the private dining suite. “I also brought blush. For when you inevitably die of embarrassment and I need a respectful glow for my solo interviews.”

He groaned. “They’re going to make eye contact.”

“They saw my soul leave my body, sweetheart. Eye contact’s the least of your problems.”

He didn’t laugh. Not even a smile. Just a quiet little gulp as the maître d’ opened the door with a too-wide grin and announced your arrival to a room so tense it may as well have been rigged with explosives.

The team principals were already seated. Toto Wolff. Zak Brown. Fred Vasseur. Christian Horner. Andrea Stella. James Vowles. Flavio fucking Briatore. Each one of them holding a wine glass like it was the only thing separating them from absolute breakdown.

No one spoke. No one moved. The silence was biblical.

“Good evening,” you said sweetly, brushing your hand over Oscar’s shoulder as he led you to the far end of the table. “Sorry we’re late. Long… afternoon.”

Charles choked on his wine.

Fred’s glass slipped slightly. “It’s fine,” he said too quickly. “We just… started.”

Andrea Stella’s eyes flicked to Oscar. Then to you. Then back to Oscar with the weary expression of a man who now had to look his driver in the eye knowing he liked to say things like ‘you’re just my filthy little hole.’

You sat. Crossed your legs. Smiled like a virgin. Oscar sat beside you, visibly sweating through his shirt. His curls were freshly styled. You knew because you’d fixed them with your fingers twenty minutes ago after riding him in a fit of panic. (What if they’re mad? What if Zak says something? “Then bend me over the sink and remind me who the fuck I belong to.”)

Your lipstick hadn’t budged.

To your left sat Lando, chewing on the inside of his cheek like he was biting back a full dissertation.

To your right, Lewis Hamilton, the only man in the room holding it together with even a semblance of grace.

“Lovely weather,” Lewis offered, ever the diplomat. “Cool breeze rolling in.”

You smiled politely. “Very crisp.”

Across the table, Pierre Gasly whispered something to Yuki. Yuki immediately covered his mouth and snorted so loudly it made Andrea Stella flinch.

Oscar grabbed his water glass and gulped half of it in one go.

George Russell, seated next to Charles, cleared his throat. “The lighting was excellent, by the way. Really… flattering angles.”

Oscar choked so violently on his water that Toto Wolff half-rose from his chair in alarm.

Lando, helpfully, added, “I’ve seen worse porn. I mean, like. Not better. Just. You know.”

Zak Brown dropped his fork.

Charles nodded gravely. “It was… artistic.”

“Very sensual,” Carlos Sainz chimed in. “Yet aggressive. Cinematic.”

You turned your head slowly. “Did you just call my boyfriend’s cock cinematic?”

Carlos grinned. “Would you prefer theatrical?”

Oscar dropped his head into his hands.

Toto spoke up, steely and unreadable. “We are not having this conversation.”

Christian Horner, meanwhile, looked like he wanted to explode. “Can we just acknowledge how horrifying it was to receive unsolicited Oscar dick during sponsor meetings?! I was in a Zoom with Red Bull and suddenly it was just wham- full throttle hand kink.”

Max finally piped up. “No lie, I watched it three times.”

George nodded solemnly. “I was with Carmen. She’s traumatised.”

“Lily thought it was hot,” Alex muttered darkly.

“She texted me,” Oscar whispered.

The table collectively shrieked.

“Okay but real question,” Pierre leaned forward. “Was that the only take? Or did you have, like… a rehearsal round?”

You sipped your wine. “There’s a director’s cut.”

Oscar whimpered.

Yuki banged the table. “I KNEW IT.”

“I have never,” Zak Brown said firmly, “been more afraid of a group of drivers than I am right now.”

Lando leaned over you to whisper to Oscar, “You moaned louder than she did.”

“She bit his shoulder,” Charles said, visibly traumatised. “I saw teeth.”

George had tears in his eyes. “And the whole time I thought he was boring. I thought he was one of us.”

Lewis finally spoke again, eyebrows raised. “Oscar, if you ever wanna direct a short film…”

Oscar turned to you with wide eyes and whispered, “I’m moving to Antarctica.”

You leaned in, hand on his thigh. “You’re trending, babe.”

“I’m dying.”

“They’re all jealous.”

“They saw my cum face.”

You grinned. “They rated your cum face.”

Andrea Stella clinked his glass. “So, about the upcoming media schedules-”

“DO NOT BRING UP THE WORD MEDIA,” Christian roared.

Across the room, Charles was sketching camera angles on a napkin. Max had opened a betting pool on how long you’d last before dropping another tape. Carlos offered to film it. Lance suggested better lighting. Kimi Antonelli asked how he could “learn that technique.” Oscar looked ready to combust.

And you? You kissed his cheek and whispered, “Smile for the cameras, pretty boy. You’re the new face of Formula 1’s sex appeal.”

He groaned into your shoulder.

[idkwhatimdoinghere1655]

I say nothing. Only reblog.

Request: charles accidentally sending reader a steamy picture (maybe he took it just because or it was meant for someone else, but reader receives it), he gets left on seen for a few and thinks he just embarrassed himself, but then she sends him back a tits pic and gets invited over to fuck

the right girl - CL16 🔥

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Summary: it was meant to stay in his drafts. or maybe it was meant for someone else. or maybe he didn’t mean to send it at all. but at 11:47PM, you get a picture from charles leclerc — abs, cock print, that smirk, no caption. just heat. just intention. just pure chaos. you don’t respond. not right away. you leave him on read. long enough for him to spiral. long enough for him to regret everything. 

Warnings: explicit sexting, accidental thirst trap, reader leaves him on read for power, nudes exchanged, fast escalation, dom-ish charles, slightly unhinged boy behavior, consensual sexual tension, mutual teasing, explicit smut

It’s almost midnight when your phone lights up.

CHARLES LECLECR ✴️ 📷[photo]

No text. No context. Just the image. You blink. Tap it. And nearly drop your phone.

It’s blurry at the edge, like it was taken one-handed and in a rush. But there’s no mistaking what it is. Charles. Shirt off. Sweatpants low. Abs flexed. V-line sharp enough to cause a car crash. And the outline of his cock - thick, hard, pressing against the grey cotton like it wants to be known.

You stare. You blink again. You do not respond. Because the power of silence is a beautiful thing.

Charles sees the read receipt at 11:48PM. And then nothing. No reaction. No response. No emoji. No retaliation. Just seen.

He stares at his screen like it’s betrayed him. His heart starts racing. Not the sexy kind of racing- panic racing.

“Fucking hell,” he mutters, sitting bolt upright in bed. “Did I actually just-”

He scrambles to open your name. Stares at the image. Stares at the timestamp. Prays it was a hallucination. Realises it’s not.

“Oh my god,” he says out loud. “Oh my fucking god.”

He doesn’t know if it was meant for you. Maybe. Possibly. Probably not. He’d taken it because he looked hot after training and was feeling cocky. It wasn’t supposed to go anywhere. And yet, somewhere between editing the shadows and checking the crop, his thumb must’ve hit send. To you.

Of all people. You. You, who flirt with him at every race. You, who make his voice crack in the McLaren hospitality every time you bend over in that stupid tiny skirt. You, who’ve never fucked him, never kissed him, never even touched him, but have him obsessed anyway.

And now you’ve seen his cock print. And said nothing.

He lies back on the bed. Stares at the ceiling. Contemplates switching off his phone for the rest of the year. And then it buzzes.

12:04AM.

📷[photo]

from you.

He opens it. And chokes. It’s your tits. Bare. Full. Beautiful. Taken in your mirror with the flash on. No bra. No shirt. Just skin and heat and nipples hard and glowing. There’s no caption. Just like his.

And suddenly everything is forgiven. Three seconds later:

CHARLES: come over. now. door’s unlocked.

And just beneath it, as if to prove he’s already hard again:

📷[photo] this time, no sweatpants. Just his cock. Waiting.

You don’t knock. You just turn the handle, step inside, and let the door swing shut behind you. You’re in a hoodie. That’s it. Oversized, soft, grey. No panties underneath. No bra. You didn’t even bother with shoes. You didn’t need to. Not when Charles Leclerc’s cock was already hard in the photo he sent you twenty minutes ago. Not when his messages said come now and door’s unlocked like he couldn’t wait another second.

You hear him before you see him. Pacing. Muttering something low under his breath. Your heart kicks up. You step quietly through the hall, up the stairs, until you reach the edge of the landing.

Then he sees you. And everything stops. He’s standing shirtless at the top of the stairs, trackies slung low, no boxers, cock hard and leaking against his stomach. His chest is flushed. His jaw is clenched. His eyes are starving.

“Fuck,” he whispers.

You tilt your head. “Hi.”

His eyes drop to the hem of your hoodie. Bare thighs. Nothing underneath. He steps forward. You don’t move. He closes the space like gravity. “You wore nothing,” he says, voice breaking.

“I didn’t see the point.”

He groans. Then he grabs you by the waist. Pulls you flush against him, kisses you like he’s starving, teeth, tongue, everything. His hands drag down your back, grip your thighs, squeeze like he needs proof you’re real. You whimper into his mouth and feel his cock press hard between your legs. “Turn around,” he pants. “I need to see.”

You do. Lift the back of the hoodie. Expose the curve of your ass. He stares like you just handed him a fucking miracle.

“No fucking panties,” he whispers. “Jesus fucking Christ.”

Then he sinks to his knees behind you. Spreads you open with both hands. Presses his mouth to your cunt and devours. You cry out. Grip the wall. Barely stand. His tongue is filthy. Fast. Perfect. He moans into your pussy like it’s his favourite meal. And when you buck your hips too hard, he pulls away just long enough to flip you around and kiss you again, messy, wet, obscene.

Then he stands. “Get on your knees.”

You drop immediately. He pulls his cock out, grips the base, strokes once. “Open.”

You do. He slides into your mouth with a hiss. “Fuck, yes,” he groans. “Just like that, baby.”

You suck. Slow at first. Tongue soft. Then deeper, wetter. His hand slides into your hair. Not rough. not yet, just steady. Guiding. “You know what that photo did to me?” he pants. “Had me jerking off with my hand down my fucking pants like a horny teenager.”

You moan around him.

“Had me pacing like a madman,” he growls. “And now you’re here, and I’m gonna fuck your throat before I even let myself come.”

You hollow your cheeks. Take him deeper. He grits his teeth. Thrusts once, twice. Not hard, just firm enough to feel it. Your eyes water. You blink up at him, drooling.

“Such a good fucking girl,” he whispers. “You send me tits and then show up dripping, no bra, no panties. You knew exactly what you were doing.”

You nod, lips stretched, spit running down your chin. “Fucking perfect,” he groans. Then he pulls out with a pop, fists his cock once, and grabs your arm. “Get on the bed,” he says. “I’m not even close to done.”

You sprawl. Breathless. Dripping. Your thighs part instinctively and your hoodie hikes up, flashing the soaked skin between your legs. Charles groans like he’s in pain.

“Take that fucking thing off,” he snaps, tugging the hoodie over your head before you can even respond. “Wanna see everything.”

You’re bare in seconds. Laid out. Skin flushed. Nipples peaked. Wet leaking down your thighs. He stands at the edge of the bed. Pants around his knees. Cock in his hand. Eyes glowing. “You’ve got five seconds to tell me if you want this soft.”

You blink. Say nothing. Just open your legs wider. He snarls. “Oh, you’re a little fucking menace.”

He climbs over you, grabs your thighs, and slams his cock inside. You scream. No build-up. No warning. Just raw, soaked, perfect stretch. Your pussy clenches around him immediately and he punches out a groan that sounds half-animal. “Jesus fucking Christ,” he growls into your neck. “You’re soaking. You wanted this.”

You arch under him. Moan. Grab his shoulders. He sets a brutal pace, hips snapping, skin slapping, sweat slicking between your bodies like you’ve been fucking for hours.

Your head spins. "Fuck- Charles- too fast-”

��Too fast?” he pants. “You show up like that, no panties, tits bouncing around under that fucking hoodie- and you think I’m gonna be gentle?”

He pulls out halfway and slams back in. You cry out. He does it again. Again. “You sent me tits, baby. On purpose.” He thrusts deep. Slow. Just once. “Now take the consequences.”

You whimper. He pulls your legs up around his waist. Adjusts the angle. Fucks deeper. Rougher. One hand on your throat, not choking - just holding. Possessive. Grounding.

You moan his name. Loud. Wrecked. His eyes flash. “Yeah, say it again. Scream it.”

You do. Over and over. Like a prayer. Like it’s the only word you’ve got left. He leans down. Bites your shoulder. Drags his teeth across your collarbone and whispers: “Fucking ruined. Look at you.”

You can’t. You’re gone. Fucked out. Wet. Slick sounds filling the room like a porno. He pulls out suddenly. Flips you over. Slaps your ass once. hard. You cry out again. He slides back in from behind. Bare. Deep. Your hands scramble for the sheets. You sob into the mattress. “Charles- oh my god-”

He grabs your hair. Fists it. Pulls. “This what you wanted, baby?” he growls. “Wanted me like this?”

You nod frantically. “Yes-yes-please don’t stop-”

He doesn’t. He just fucks you harder. And harder. Until you’re sobbing. Until your pussy is soaked and clenching and your thighs are trembling. Until he comes with a shout, hips slamming deep, cock twitching as he spills everything inside. And you come seconds after. Crying. Shaking. Your body giving out beneath him.

He stays there. For a beat. Two. Then pulls out slow. And watches his come drip out of you like he’s in love.

[idkwhatimdoinghere1655]

BRO I THOUGHT THIS MEANT THAT KIMI WAS FUCKING MAX'S GIRLFRIEND AND I WAS SO CONFUSED OOOOOOPS

Max seeing Kimi A. as a sweet, innocent kid that he “adopted” as his rookie kid but then accidentally walks in on Kimi and his girlfriend being absolutely disgusting (and Kimi jokingly offering to let him join just to traumatize him a bit further)

He’s Just a Kid - KA12 (MV1)

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summary: Max Verstappen considers Kimi Antonelli his unofficial rookie child — quiet, polite, painfully sweet. Until one night in the paddock, Max walks into the wrong hospitality room and stumbles upon Kimi absolutely destroying his girlfriend. Not only is the kid not innocent, he's filthy. Max tries to run. Kimi? Just grins and says, “Wanna join?”

warnings: explicit language, implied smut (not described in detail), voyeur accidental walk-in, trauma comedy, Max being emotionally damaged, Kimi being chaotic and cocky, girlfriend reader is confident and very much not innocent, unhinged energy, Max spiralling

It was 11:42 PM. The paddock was almost empty, still humming with the distant echo of freight crates and the occasional snorted laugh from mechanics packing down gear. The sky was dark and heavy with heat, low clouds smudging the night with the promise of rain. Most drivers were either asleep, drunk, or deep in debriefs they’d already mentally checked out of.

Max Verstappen was doing none of those things. He was hunting for water. Not sparkling. Not flavoured. Not some bio-organic hydration drink Daniel had left half-open in the Red Bull fridge. Just plain fucking water. Still. Cold. Uncomplicated. Something he could hold in his hand and pretend it was holding his life together.

His suite had nothing. Red Bull’s catering was locked. So he wandered.

Hood up. Slides on. Head low. He didn’t even realise he’d crossed the paddock line until he was standing at the door of Mercedes hospitality, tapping the handle out of habit.

It was cracked open. He stepped in. And the world ended. Not immediately. At first, it was just noise. Soft. Rhythmic. Breathy. A whisper of motion behind the divider curtain in the VIP lounge. The kind of noise that your brain doesn’t register until your spine already knows.

Then he heard it. A moan. High. Feminine. Real. Then another. Then a low grunt. Rough. Young. Familiar. Too familiar.

The curtain shifted, slightly, and Max caught a flash of pale skin, a thigh, a shadowed torso and... Oh no.

That was Kimi. That was Kimi fucking Antonelli. Someone else bent over the couch. Shirtless. Hair messy. Hands gripping hips like his fucking life depended on it. And underneath him, eyes closed, mouth open, cheeks flushed — was you.

Max didn’t scream. Not out loud. But inside? Pure agony.

He’d felt like he raised that kid. Not literally. But emotionally. In the way that older drivers take one rookie under their wing like a pet project. Like a little brother you let sit at your table, teach to play padel, buy ice cream for after a shitty DNF.

He’d mentored Kimi. Told him how to manage media. Showed him how to swear in three languages. Defended him from Helmut fucking Marko once in the back of a golf cart.

He’d even given him a helmet decal, once. A good luck charm.

And this ? this was how God repaid him?

Kimi didn’t stop thrusting. Didn’t slow down. Didn’t even fucking blink. He just turned his head slightly, caught Max standing frozen in the doorway, and grinned like the goddamn Joker. “Hey, Max.”

Max opened his mouth. Nothing came out.

Kimi raised an eyebrow. Still balls deep in you. Still fucking you like he’d done this a thousand times. Still so smug it made Max want to throw up.

“You want something?” Kimi asked, like Max had just wandered into a café and not a live amateur porn set.

“I-what the fuck-”

Kimi tilted his head. “You lost?”

Max took a full step backwards. His soul had already left the building. His body was pure panic.

“Want to join?” Kimi added, voice like molten sin.

Max choked. “You did not just-”

Kimi just laughed.

You, beneath him, not even fazed, just shifted slightly to look over your shoulder, hair messy, lips swollen, pupils blown, and gave Max a sweet little wink.

“Hi, Max,” you said innocently. “Sorry, I think we booked the room first.”

Max turned and bolted. He tripped on the carpet. Nearly slammed into a ficus plant. Barely managed to yank the door shut behind him without screaming.

He didn’t stop moving until he reached Red Bull. Didn’t stop sprinting until he collapsed into the first chair he could find inside the media centre, breath ragged, chest heaving, hoodie halfway off his shoulder.

Yuki looked up from his phone. “Jesus. You okay?”

Max didn’t speak.

Yuki put his phone down. “Max?”

Max just stared into the distance like he’d seen a murder. “I saw… I saw things.”

Yuki leaned forward. “Be more specific.”

“Kimi.”

That made Yuki pause. “Kimi… doing what?”

Max covered his face. “Fucking. His girlfriend. Probably Satan. I don’t know. He was smiling.”

Yuki blinked. “Wait-you walked in on Kimi?”

“I thought he was a baby. I thought he was sweet.”

“He’s eighteen, Max.”

“He called me sir in Baku.”

Yuki coughed. “You’re not even thirty.”

“He had his hand in her hair, Yuki. Her fucking hair.”

Yuki started laughing. Hard. Loud. Like Max had just told the greatest joke of the season. “Oh my God,” he gasped. “You’ve been rookie-traumatised.”

“He offered to let me join.”

Yuki wheezed. Max slumped in the chair like a man who had witnessed the collapse of Rome.

Kimi found him the next morning at catering. Bright-eyed. Clear-skinned. Wearing a hoodie that definitely wasn’t his.

“Hey, Max,” he said cheerfully, picking up a plate of eggs like he hadn’t ruined Max’s life twelve hours earlier.

Max didn’t look up.

Kimi nudged his chair. “Still mad?”

“You’re dead to me.”

Kimi smiled. “You said that last time I beat you at a karting race.”

“You weren’t balls deep in someone then.”

“You walked in on us. That’s on you.”

“You invited me.”

Kimi grinned wider. “You looked curious.”

Max stood up, pointed a finger, and hissed, “You’re grounded.”

“I’m not your kid.”

“You were. But now I need to be rebaptised.”

Kimi just took a sip of orange juice and winked. “Let me know if you change your mind.”

[idkwhatimdoinghere1655]

Nah but I am so clumsy as well I have the fattest bruise on my knee atm

could you write one where the reader is really clumsy, falls around and stuff and she has a lot of bruises on her legs so the everyone on the grid is messing with her (on practice day) about her and oscar being wild and him giving her the bruises

take it from there in which ever direction you want

Bruised from fucking? - OP81 🔥

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summary: You've got a habit of falling over cables, knocking your shins on garage steps, and walking into stationary things like chairs and fire extinguishers. You'd think the grid would understand that. But no—one week of bruised legs and suddenly everyone thinks Oscar is manhandling you in bed. warnings: clumsy!reader, soft dom!oscar, chaotic grid teasing, bruising (not serious), sexual innuendo, group chat madness, teasing, implied smut, Oscar being smug, fluff + filth undertones

You really, truly, did not expect a single bruise to go viral.Okay, so maybe it wasn't just one. But it's not your fault your coordination has the consistency of whipped cream on a hot day.

You bruise easily. Always have. Your legs are just... collision-prone.

Garage floor edges, stiff cables, those portable media chairs that look soft but are secretly made of reinforced death. Your knees are like magnets. The bruises on your legs weren't cute, but they were harmless. Mostly on your shins and thighs. Some yellowed and fading, some newer.

What you didn't realise, of course, was that the shorts you wore on media day in Barcelona, cute, beige, high-waisted, barely longer than your McLaren team polo, put every single one of those little war wounds on full display.

You also didn't realise George Russell had the peripheral vision of a hawk and the maturity of a 14-year-old boy. He catches sight of you as you round the corner from McLaren hospitality toward the media pen. His eyes flick down. He stops mid-stride.

"Oh my god," he mutters, and before you can even say hello, his face breaks into a slow, evil grin. "Didn't know Piastri had it in him."

You blink. "What?"

George gestures to your thighs. "Those, babe. Your legs. Jesus Christ."

"I bumped into the hydraulic lift last night, George."

He grins wider. "Is that what they're calling it now?"

You groan. "Are you twelve?"

He shrugs. "You're the one walking around the paddock looking like Fifty Shades of Papaya."

You storm off. Which would be fine, except he takes a picture of your retreating bruised legs and sends it to the grid's group chat with the caption:

GEORGE 🕊️: Piastri needs to chill. Girl can't even walk.

By lunch, it's chaos. Pierre sees you by the coffee stand and gives you the once-over, gaze lingering dramatically on the bruise near your inner thigh. He whistles. "Oof. That's at least a seven out of ten. Wild weekend, non?"

You roll your eyes. "I walked into the sim rig. It's made of metal, Pierre."

He winks. "So is Oscar, apparently."

Lando doesn't even pretend to be subtle. He strolls past McLaren's hospitality deck just as you're stretching one leg on the bottom rail, trying to soothe the tightness in your hamstring, and shouts, "Jesus, give her a break next time, Oscar! She's got media duties, not a physio appointment!"

You nearly fall off the railing. Oscar, who's standing not two metres away sipping a smoothie, deadpans, "She bruises easy."

You snap your head toward him. "Oscar."

"What?" he says, way too innocent. "You do."

"Don't help me."

He shrugs, unfazed.

Charles, walking past with a banana in one hand and his phone in the other, offers a soft smile and a concerned, "Do you need help walking?"

You want the ground to swallow you whole.

And then the social team gets involved. The McLaren TikTok from Free Practice goes up that afternoon. The video starts innocently enough, you tripping over a cable as you try to walk backwards, Oscar catching you by the waist in one smooth motion and pulling you upright.

Then the freeze-frame. The zoom. The caption.

"Supportive boyfriend or the reason for the bruises? 👀 #McLaren #OscarPiastri #F1"

You scream into your lanyard. Oscar? Smirks. The group chat is in flames by dinner.

PIERRE 👑: I'm just saying... the thigh placement? That's strategic bruising. 

MAX 🧊: tell oscar to aim lower next time unless she's got a race engineer kink

GEORGE 🕊️: she passed the fuck-me-from-behind limp test this morning btw

LEWIS 🐐: do gen z not believe in safe words or are y'all just playing on nightmare mode

LANDO 🐝: be honest: is your safe word "brake bias"?

YOU: THEY'RE. NOT. SEX. BRUISES.

OSCAR 🦘: i mean. not all of them.

YOU: OSCAR. YOU TRAITOR.

Later that night, you're in Oscar's hotel room, tucked under the duvet, still glaring at your phone as you read through a Reddit thread that's convinced you're being railed like a lawn chair every night because of a single shot of your legs on F1TV.

Oscar watches you scroll. He's freshly showered, hair damp, hoodie soft and sleeves pushed up to the elbows. He's lying on his side beside you, one hand gently resting on the same thigh that sparked the chaos.

"Still mad?" he asks, amused.

You pout. "I tripped over a tire gun. And somehow now half the internet thinks you choked me out with a halo."

He laughs. Soft and warm. Then kisses your bare shoulder and whispers, "I mean, I could, if that would make you feel better."

You groan. "Don't you dare."

"You like when I leave little marks, though."

You bite your lip. "That's different."

He shifts closer. Presses his mouth to the darkest bruise on your thigh. "Say the word," he murmurs, "and I'll give them a real reason to talk."

Your breath catches. You're so screwed.

[idkwhatimdoinghere1655]

It was over a long fucking time ago

once you start referring to a sports team as we/our/us……… that’s when you know it’s over for you

[idkwhatimdoinghere1655]

He's not one for the cold bless him

#mood