joannaln4

[joannaln4]

AVOIDANCE - LN4

summary : Lando can’t help but keep his on you. You’re beautiful, talented, sharp as nails… just enough to wreck him. That doesn’t change the fact that he wants you. In fact, it only motivates him more.

listen up : daniel riccardo cadillac teammate!! 21st team. if you didn’t know, i have a driver x lando fic up on wattpad! i kinda wanna re write it bc i miss it so much and think it could be sm better! anyway i hope you like this!!

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Tate Mcrae’s ‘Just Keep Watching’ blasted through the speakers just as the podium trophies were awarded to the top three. 

Miami was hot and grueling for all the drivers, but specifically the finishers of P2 and P3.

Carlos and Alex stood below, watching their co workers get awarded, soon joined the newest addition to this season. “So what’s the deal with Lando and-”

He didn’t even need to finish, the two men already knew the name that would ghost his lips. “He’s in love with her, what else?” Alex said, crossing his arms to watch Lando pop his champagne. 

The crowd screams made Carlos correct Alex even louder, “He’s got a crush on her!” They watched as Oscar sprayed Lando’s back, Lando trying to retaliate but failing due to the amount of champagne in his eyes. 

“Always has!” Alex added, a flash of a silver race suit catches the crowds attention, the suit less important than who’s wearing it- someone that’s becoming more familiar to the top steps these days. “It’s been going on for years…”

Franco frowned, bringing his water bottle to his lips just as she faked Lando out with her bottle of champagne just to drink it, looking him dead in the eye while doing it. “She doesn’t know?” 

Carlos and Alex stared at Franco, poor, innocent, fresh blood, Franco… He had no clue how far their story went, no idea what has gone down. Alex and Carlos both sigh, knowing far too much about their twisted little dynamic, “Oh she knows…” Alex mumbled. 

“He doesn’t care that she knows and hasn’t done anything?” Franco looked so shocked at this that it almost made Carlos laugh. 

“Oh no… I think it turns him on even more.”

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I hate fish

I hate gin

I hate paper cuts 

I hate losing 

I hate Lando Norris. 

And yet, the smile that tugs at his lips while he watches me pour the winning liquid down my throat, makes me think- only for a second, how could I ever hate him? 

Him and his stupid freckles. Him and his bloody need to make space for himself in my life. 

I stopped hating Lando a while ago. It lingers in my thoughts sometimes, but I'm pretty sure it’s a reflection of how I feel about myself. 

“Don’t give me that look, sev.” We’re still standing on the podium, the shaken champagne dropping low in Oscars hands. “Come out with us tonight.”

“P3 isn’t a celebration for me.” I say flatly, ignoring the nickname he’s pinned on me since getting one glance at the number 7 in our karting days. 

“Doesn’t mean you can’t still party.” The way his lips curve makes my heart race faster, something I'll tell myself is just the adrenaline from the race. 

“You’re coming to the party?” Oscar says brightly, shining in bubbly as he wipes his eyes. 

I nod, keeping it short and standing on the top step with the boys with me, smiling for the cameras, wondering how different it will be when I actually stand up here alone. 

“Oh so you’ll come with Osc but not me?” Lando holds his trophy, waving to the crowd distractingly. 

“Of course I will, I like him more than you.” I’m not lying, not really. I don’t miss the way Lando’s jaw tenses, only a split second that could be missed by a blink before he goes back to smiling and slapping Oscar on the back. 

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I do go with Oscar, sitting in the back of the car while my pregame shot sets in and Oscar rattles away on the phone with Lily. 

The club is just what I expected, maybe just what I needed. Alex sees me first, making me genuinely smile while dragging me over to the others. He’s awfully happy for the circumstances of his race. 

Daniel is doing shots with Max, probably celebrating his return to F1 for the millionth time. Isack, Pierre, and Ollie pull me into their conversation immediately after congratulating me. The two frenchmen are explaining football rivalries to Ollie, who sips his drink and gives me confused looks once and a while. 

It’s just about the time when I'm drowning out the boys and wondering why I'm not drinking yet, when I see him. Lando walks across the floor with Franco by his side, he’s in all black, his curls grown out and a drink in each hand. 

Franco leans in to Lando after they both notice me. While Franco talks, Lando’s eyes are on me. On my legs, on my heels, on my scrap of a top. They’re still on me when Franco stops talking. His reaction is a mix of laughter and uncertainty, his eyes darting away from me in the middle of his response. That’s how I know it’s about me. 

“Fran, I’d rather you talk about me to my face.” Franco laughs at this, pulling me into a side hug as I mess up his hair. 

“Start drinking before he keeps talking, it helps.” Lando hands me one of the drinks in his hands. It’s a martini. I pause before I take it and as if he reads my mind, he says, “Vodka, not gin.”

Everyone around us starts yelling and clapping at the exact same time. Making me pull my eyes from Lando and to Oscar, who smiles shyly at the welcome. 

“Our race winner!” Lando holds up his glass, he’s so chill, an easy smile on his lips even though we all know people could have been saying that to him. 

I love being with the rest of the grid, even if my intention last year was to have no friends, only enemies. My words clearly hasn’t panned out well because each of them has weaseled their way into my heart, new and old. 

The only thing I dislike about being out with them is that women flock to us. I mean, the girls are pretty and usually nice, but it also means that my friends are pulled away by mini skirts and bras. 

Don’t get me wrong, guys find me as well. It’s just that the ones that do happen to have a lot of confidence, walking into a crowd of fit F1 men who would likely fight for my honor… they happen to fall in the category that I call: False drunken confidence and eyes for my tits only. 

So I stay away from the thirsty guys and stick with the ones who are alone due to the lack of their girlfriend not being here. Lando is always with us even though, to my knowledge, Lando is very single. 

I’ve seen him flirt with girls, letting them slip their hands to his hair and kissing his neck cheekily. I’ve seen him wave goodbye with a pretty blonde on his arm, but never, in my two years in formula one, have I ever gone out and had Lando not talk to me. 

“That girl is staring you down like you’re edible.” Pierre sips his drink, nodding to the blonde girl who is doing just what he said. 

Lando looks at her, not flirty or teasing, just blinks before looking back at Pierre, “She looks about nineteen.”

“She’s twenty one.” Franco says, making us all look at him, “What? I talked to her.” I raise my brow at him just as the others mumble words of disbelief, “Okay- I made out with her.” He rolls his eyes. 

“Great. I don’t want your sloppy seconds, sounds paddock bunny like.” Lando shakes his head, leaning back into the couch and slipping his arm around the back of it- around the back of where I'm sitting. 

His jacket is over my legs, Lando saw the length of my skirt and my frown when everyone else sat and so easily handed it to me without another word. 

Franco starts fidgeting in his seat, “I need to dance, who’s with me?” None of the guys move. He turns to me, smiling ear to ear and holding out a hand, “My queen.” 

I almost say no simply because I hate the nickname the grid has dubbed me. I’m the only woman on the grid, something a bit awkward to navigate sometimes, but also something that the other drivers acknowledge but never really talk about. 

“I’ll give you a hundred bucks if you dance with Lando instead.” Ollie says suddenly, making my eyes narrow and Lando drag his hand over his face. 

“I’d give a hundred bucks to not do that.” I stand, throwing Lando’s jacket beside him and making him peak up at me. I don’t mean to sound so mean, but I don’t really know how else to respond to that. 

Not when I know he wants me to say yes, not for money or jokes, either. 

“Why will you dance with Franco and not Lando? Either is ending up posted somewhere tomorrow.” Carlos just has to remind me of the existence of phones and social media. 

I take Franco’s hand, “Franco likes older women.” He grins at this. 

“You are older than him!” Lando laughs, his eyes meeting mine and shining green in the strobe lights. 

I can’t help but smirk, shrugging and tugging the younger man away, “C’mon, Fran.” 

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My free week is spent with training, getting coffee with Alex’s girlfriend, and trying to calm my mind by reading. 

I’m back in the air too soon, flying with Max and Daniel who surprise me with a special guest… Lando. Flying with my teammate and basically his husband means that Lando and I are third and fourth wheeling. 

I’m curled up in my seat, headphones on and book in hand while the boys play some card game. “Sev!” I hear Lando scream, making me pull of my headphones and hum in response.

“Do you have a boyfriend?” Max asks as if they wouldn’t know the second a guy even asked me out. 

“No. Why?”

Daniel grins, looking over his seat at me, “I have someone for you.” 

My eyes narrow, “If it’s Lando, the answer is no.”

I see the brit frown, mumbling, “Why not?” 

“It’s not Lando.” Daniel says, making Lando physically react and sitting up straight to look at his friend, “He’s a driver-”

“Immediately no.” 

Max laughs out loud while Daniel rolls his eyes, “It’s rally-”

“Absolutely not.” Lando scoffs, earning a suspicious look from me. 

“You have no say in this, buddy.” Max tugs the hood of Lando’s hoodie over his head, Lando shoving him right back. 

“I have a girl for you, Lando.” I say, crossing my legs to get more comfortable in the two seats I’m taking up. 

“Is it you?” He shoots back quickly. 

“No.” 

“Then I don’t want her.” He says it teasingly but his eyes are on me, his usual smirk gone. 

None of the guys flirt with me except for Lando. Franco has said some joking remarks but apart from some drunken compliments, they’re like my brothers. Not Lando though, never Lando. 

I’ve known him since karting as the nerdy little boy who liked all of my instagram pictures and fought me on track. Now he’s the nerdy formula one driver who’s annoyingly hot and wildly confusing, still fighting me on track. 

Daniel whistles slowly, my eyes pulling away from Lando and back to my book. His eyes stay on me, I can fucking feel it. 

They go back to their game and when we land in Italy, I leave that plane with one plan in mind: beating them. 

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“Hey sev.” I’m not happy to hear him, or see him. Except the way he looks might help a little bit. 

“Fuck off, Norris.” He shouldn’t even be near the Cadillac garage. 

My lap got deleted so I'll be starting P15. Lando’s P4 and even he’s upset about it. I’d give anything to switch with him. 

He doesn’t roll his eyes, just crosses his arms and leans closer. “Be nice to me, you rejected me on the plane.” 

I blink. “I always reject you.” 

He nudges my arm, looking away to scan the paddock before sighing, “God forbid a man speak his truth.” 

“What do you want, Lan?” 

“You?” He grins ear to ear and I hate that it makes me smile. “Hold on!” He opens his phone and puts it up to my face. 

“What!?”

He pockets his phone, “Just a reminder that I can still make you smile.”

“Still?” I raise my brow. 

“Don’t act like we didn’t cry laugh back in karting.” 

“Seven years ago!”

“And I stick with my feelings.” 

Someone whistles behind us, “Ay, lover boy!” It’s Daniel, he’s grinning like an idiot next to a sky sports camera man. 

I push Lando away but he grabs my hand to pull me back, “You’re gonna start rumors.” I say, very aware of the cameras on us. 

He doesn’t miss a beat, “Go out with me and then they won’t be rumors, just facts.” 

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I don’t date drivers. I did once. Never again will I go back to that. There’s many reasons for him specifically, but a relevant one for anyone on the grid is that social media sees something and runs with it. 

Lando isn’t shy when talking about me, he’s never openly said he thinks i’m hot on camera but the way he talks to me, the subtle flirty words that get picked up in cooldown rooms… we have a fucking ship name now. 

Sour. Seven with Four; also a hint at how I feel about this little hashtag. Technically it’s pronounced ‘soar’ but I like Sour much more. 

It’s gone so far that even the other drivers will address us as Sour, even though there’s never a real need to group us together, they think it’s hilarious. 

The race goes okay from my position, ending up P7 and checking in on Kimi who couldn’t finish his home race. The weekend goes back so fast that the next thing I know, i’m on that fucking plane again. 

I’m watching the race back when Lando sits across from me, closing my screen without saying anything. 

I pull the red vine out of my mouth, “The fuck- Norris!” 

“You’re over analyzing.” He puts his feet up on my chair, wearing sweats and bright red socks. 

“I’m trying to get better.” 

“Seeing every tiny mistake you make isn’t gonna win you races.” He says flatly, “I would know.”

“At least you’ve won a race.” 

“Talk to me when you’re six years in and not two in a brand new team.” He reaches over and grabs a red vine before slouching in his seat, his curls pressing against the leather.

I breathe out, “I want to win.” 

“Then beat Max. Beat Oscar- Beat me!” He shrugs, biting into the candy. “Just chill on the race stuff when we’re 40,000 feet in the air.”

“What do you propose I do instead?” 

“Um… Watch Crazy Rich Asians like a normal person? Talk to me? Drink champagne. Play strip poker-”

“Lando!” 

He’s laughing now, “Sorry! I had to! It’s just… every second of every day is about racing for us, which is good, keeping us focused right? But I've seen people burnout…” He glances back at Danny who’s laughing with Max, “It’s not fun.”

I cross my arms, smiling a bit. “You just want me to talk to you.”

The corner of his lip tugs upwards, “I want you to beat me.”

“Don’t tell me it’s a kink of yours.” 

He full on laughs now, making my stomach twist. Lando stands, coming over to my side and sitting next to me just to open computer, “I’ll give you my netflix password.”

As soon as we land, Daniel and I have to go to a Cadillac event together. He drives while I do my makeup in the passenger seat, “So… you and Lando talked like- the whole flight.”

“It was short.” 

He hums, rocking his shoulders, “Sure but an hour is a long time to talk non-stop.” 

“We’re friends.” I rub my lips together, touching up my lip liner. 

Daniel lets out a laugh while I pop open my lipgloss, “I’m sure he’ll be delighted to hear that.”

“Will you shut it? We are.”

I can hear how unconvinced he is in the tone of his voice, “Friends who flirt.” 

“Lando flirts with me for fun- he knows people think it’s funny.”

Daniel glances at me, speechless for a second. “You can’t honestly believe he’s saying that shit for laughs… right?”

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Being with girls after spending every moment of my day competing with men is like running through a field of daisies. Alexandra and Lily make me feel so refreshed and happy, even during a triple header!

We walk along the Monaco harbor, saying which yacht we would want or what we would name them, before heading out to get lunch. 

The place is unbelievably packed, making us all realize that we need to get better at planning and me to get over my fear of making reservations. 

I swear, I think i’m imagining his voice at first. But then, a head of dark curls and tanned body comes into view, “Hey pretty!” 

Lando already has a table because- of course he does. When Lando greets us, it’s like the waitress gains consciousness and realizes who I am. I’m somehow dragged to a table with Lando and his best friend, Max Fewtrell. The five of us sit at a table for three. 

Alex leaves midway through our drinks, having to go earlier than expected which leaves Lily and I, who are only able to laugh at who sits across from us. 

The table is less crowded now and surprisingly, we get on pretty well. Although I do think it’s mostly Max and his cheery personality. 

He’s genuinely hilarious and any tension that I expected is soon forgotten about after we order. Someone comes up and asks for a picture with Lando and I. We do it but I can’t help but cringe at the thought of #sourhavinglunchtogether going viral. 

Not one moment goes by where we’re not talking, every breath overtaken by someone else’s thoughts on whatever topic we bring up. Lily takes a selfie to send to Alex who promptly sends a million laughing emojis. 

After the millionth time that Max makes me laugh, Lando speaks up, half joking, half serious. “Why do you like all my friends more than me?”

“Maybe because they don’t hit on me every chance they get.” Now i’m half joking and half serious. 

He’s quiet the rest of the lunch, popping in jokes as usual but something’s off and he’s horrible at hiding it. 

Alex picks up Lily after our lunch, saying hello quickly before taking his girlfriend away from me. Max is on the phone when Lando awkwardly comes up to me. 

“You know, If I make you uncomfortable… I’ll stop.” It comes out of nowhere. For a second, I don’t know what he means, but then I remember my remark about him hitting on me and it clicks. 

I cringe, hating this conversation already. Do I want him to stop? Do I really just like it because of the attention? Or because it’s coming from him?

He looks worried- like he’s scared that he’s actually crossed a line. “You don’t make me uncomfortable- I just… don’t get it.”

His brows furrow, his hands in his pockets and his eyes too green for this world. His voice is serious when he says it, “You don’t get why I hit on you?” 

I don’t know what to say to that. I always know what to say- especially to him. But now… he’s looking at me as if the last two years have been a joke at his expense. 

Max joins us right before I can answer, saying something about his girlfriend and how he needs to head back. I just nod along, still looking over to Lando who won’t face me. 

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Monaco is cloudy today and I'm suddenly very glad I picked out jeans and a sweater for this morning. I’ve spent the week on runs, doing press, and meeting up with some old friends. It’s been a quiet few days, something surprising since it’s still race week. I tap my pass against the entrance, expecting to hear the usual chime of acceptance, but when I start to walk, I'm stopped by metal.  

I frown and try again, but no luck. I’m about to try for a third time when, it finally chimes. But it’s not my paddock pass that slides against the machine with ease, I can tell just by the large veiny hand that holds it. 

I look back to see his face and my stomach does that thing again- he’s so close and for a second, I'm swallowed whole by a mess of curls and beauty marks. 

That second is soon over because without so much as looking at me, he nods to the people inside and says, “Go.” 

I mumble a quick thanks before moving through the metal and into the paddock. I try not to make a face, aware of the amount of cameras on me, but what the fuck is going on?

Lando’s been avoiding me. 

This has never happened before… I haven’t talked to him all week and it’s already Saturday. Well, unless you count that encounter that has me blushing and cringing all at once.

No. Sorry- No. Not blushing. My cheeks are just red from the sun… the sun on a cold and cloudy day. 

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“Are you okay?” Daniel asks, standing in the doorframe of my drivers room while i’m spread out on my couch. 

“I’m great.” I mumble because, I am! P2 in quali. In Monaco! I should be way happier than I am.  

“Are you sure…?” 

“Do you think Lando’s mad at me?” I don’t look at him when I say it, I can’t. It’s wholly too embarrassing. 

I can practically hear the way his eyebrows raise, “I don’t think so. Has he been acting differently?” 

I sit up, “Today he apologized for walking past me.” He had his hand on my waist so I wouldn’t fall or panic. He was in a rush, but snatched his hand away the second I looked back at who was moving so fast. 

“Basic etiquette?”

I laugh, “Not for Lando.”

“Well, do you want me to ask? Maybe he’s just locked in for tomorrow.” 

“No!” I scramble, “No that’s okay! I don’t care. It’s good like this, quiet.” 

Daniel just smiles and leaves me alone. 

The truth is, I can’t do this anymore. I spent the whole of Saturday looking for him. What the fuck has happened to me? 

When I run into him- yes, physically, On sunday morning, I spit it out. “What’s wrong with you?”

He blinks, “Sorry?” 

We’re both in our race suits, orange and silver are not a good pair. “You’ve been weird this whole week- can you like act normal? Did something happen?” 

He starts to say something but stops before it can come out. “I thought you wanted this.”

I’m the confused one now. “What?” 

He looks around but no one’s close enough to hear, “I mean, the whole thing at lunch. You said you don’t like it when I hit on you and it’s really hard not to hit on you-”

“I told you it didn't make me uncomfortable.” 

“Max said something about it too and then that post…” He trails off, like he’s scared to make me uncomfortable again. 

A post went viral of all the reasons why Lando and I are secretly dating. It’s shit and honestly, a good laugh, but not that serious. 

“It’s fine.” I cross my arms instinctively, “I thought you were mad at me.” 

Lando rolls his eyes and when he looks back at me, I can feel the shift in the air. “Don’t tell me you’ve missed the flirting.”

“No!” I say a bit louder than necessary, “It’s just- your fans have noticed.” 

He’s grinning now, stepping closer. “My fans?”

I need to shut up. I turn sharply and start walking away, “Bye, Norris.” 

I can hear the smile in his voice. “Beat me today, Sev!”

I don't beat him. I give him some pressure on the last five laps- but Lando Norris wins Monaco and looks absolutely fucking beautiful while doing it. 

It reminds me of Miami- he can’t stop smiling. 

Me, Lando, and Oscar walk off the podium still laughing. Lando picks me up suddenly, his arms around my waist and making me scream. He shakes out his hair onto me- not as if it matters considering I'm soaked in just as much champagne as he is. 

“Put me d- Awh the back says your guys’ names in cursive! You look like you’re getting married!” I laugh. 

“I will keep you in air jail if you keep talking shit about our suits.”

He keeps me trapped against him until we get to the bottom of the stairs. Oscar gives me a look which distracts me so when Lando sets me down, I almost fall. 

His hand grabs my waist, my suit unzipped and his skin far too close to touching mine. “I’m not talking shit. The white looks good.”

He grins. “Did you just say I look good?” 

I roll my eyes, “I take it back, I want you to avoid me again.” I push him away, his touch leaving me while he smiles. 

“You’re a horrible liar.” He nudges my arm, “Come on, admit it. You missed me.”

I scoff, “I did not!” 

“Then why did you beg me to talk to you again?” 

“I did not beg you-”

“You can admit it, Sev. You’re in love with me. That’s okay! We can date in secret and watch our ship edits in bed with our dog.” 

My jaw actually drops. He’s ridiculous. “Our dog?” 

He points at me, walking away backwards while his PR manager says something to him. “You being shocked about the animal and not everything else I said tells me all I need to know!” 

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“You can’t be tired!” Carlos snaps his fingers in front of my face, “You’re supposed to be the young one!” 

I can’t believe they’ve managed to drag me out to a club. Sure, I like to party- but not during a triple header! I’m partially discouraged from going because almost every guy brought their girlfriend and Lando won’t be there to keep my single ass company. 

The moment I think I want Lando with me is the same moment that I grab Alexandra and Rebecca, dragging them to the dance floor much to the dismay of their boyfriends. 

We laugh and sing and swing our hips until they are dragged away by said boyfriends. 

“Our queen!” Alex laughs when I pass him and Carlos, who bows. 

Franco is all up on some girl which makes me promptly turn around and head to the bar. “Just a water, thanks.” I say to the bartender. 

“Nothing stronger?” Someone says next to me. He’s the definition of tall, dark and handsome. 

I fake a laugh, trying to be polite at the obvious attempt to start talking to me. “Nope.”

“Can I get you something?” He asks, turning towards me now.

My smile falters, “Waters free.” 

He holds up his drink, swirling it around in the glass before holding it under my nose. I almost gag, tapping the counter and wondering where my water is. 

“Come on, let loose!” He laughs and I suddenly hate how close he is to me.  “Have you ever had a gin and tonic?” I’m immediately forced back to the memory of why my hatred of gin started. Yes, Max Verstappen is to blame. 

“She hates gin.” The voice doesn’t make me roll my eyes like usual, in fact, a wave of relief washes over me. 

His arm slips around my shoulders, looking up at the man who frowns at the sight of Lando. 

The bartender finally hands me my water. “Sorry mate- didn’t know she belonged to you.” 

Lando eyes him up and down, disgusted at his words, “Fuck off.” 

He leaves with a quick, uncomfortable, smile. Lando turns to me, his arm still around me and pulling us close. “Nice skirt.”

“Nice attitude. You’re good at faking the whole protective thing.” 

He smirks, “Faking?”

“I thought you were at the princes dinner, winner.” His nose scrunches at the last word. 

“It’s one in the morning, sev. Royalty doesn’t stay up that late- well, except for you.” He winks and my heart speeds up, the bartender sliding him a drink to match mine. 

“Couldn’t miss out on the party?” 

“Well, I heard you were here and couldn’t resist.” He shrugs, his arm falling from my shoulder to grab his water. “Anyone drunk yet?” 

“No but i’m pretty sure Franco is fucking a girl at our table…” This makes him laugh and once again, i’m reminded how lucky I am to even be around him, “Do you want to dance?” I say it fast, like maybe if it’s quick then he won’t hear me. 

He does. He looks surprised but not ready to risk me saying no. Taking my hand, Lando downs the rest of his water and pulls me onto the dance floor. 

I’m not drunk. I haven’t even had a sip of anything- but I feel like I'm fucking floating with him. 

We dance for a while- too long, probably. I end up back with Daniel and Oscar at the table, drinking water and laughing with them. 

Carlos joins us after I sit and I don’t think before saying, “Do you where Lando is?” I don’t miss the look that Oscar and Daniel share, I just chose to ignore it. 

Carlos just shrugs, “He went home with some girl.” 

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I always forget how hard triple headers hit me until I’m woken up by Daniel because I fell asleep in my driver room. 

Spain is much hotter than Monaco, more crowded too. The fans here are insane and I absolutely love it. I’m scheduled for a press conference with Lando and Esteban, something i’m almost late for because of my impromptu nap. 

I sit on the side, Esteban in the middle of Lando and I. I sit through every boring question they ask Esteban and every irrelevant question they ask Lando. 

One question is finally directed at me, “Do you think your lack of wins is due to the space being dominated by men?” My heart races immediately. I hate getting asked these questions obviously but in front of a million cameras and the other drivers, it’s even worse. “We’ve seen you get emotional on track- you really believe you’ll be able to beat someone so mentally tough like say, Max or Oscar?” 

I’m not embarrassed now, just angry. The moderator tries to cut in, along with Esteban and Lando, but I get there first. “I’m not emotional, I just love my sport. Along with every other driver on the grid who shares everything with me except for the fact that they have something between their legs-”

I swear I hear Lando laugh. 

“As for the lack of wins, I'd like you to try and go up against the current top three drivers in the world who have cars and years of experience to back them.” I shift in my seat, sitting up with my mic closer to my lips, “In other words, I have my seat due to the same reason that will win me races someday soon. I wasn’t a diversity hire, I am the best for the job, unlike you who clearly needs to go back and learn how to ask appropriate questions.”  

Everyone is silent, the man who said the question is staring at me. I know my cheeks are red and despite my confident rant, I feel like I want to cry. 

Lando’s the first to speak, “Can we get him out of here?”

Lando’s waiting for me when I leave the conference room. Leaning against the opposite wall, his water bottle in hand and his ankles crossed. He stands up straight when he sees me, “Hey!” I start walking down the hallway, needing to just get out of there. He follows. 

“You handled that really well.” I mumble a thanks in response, staring at my feet as we walk, “He was a dickhead. You ripped him a new one though I'm really impressed- Like really, I’m proud of you!”

I stop walking before we walk out the door, turning to him and wrapping my arms around the man. It takes a second before he’s hugging me back, his hand slipping to my back. 

I take a deep breath. Lando smells like mint shampoo and something sweet, pulling me tighter to him. He feels like relief. 

“Are you okay?” He backs up a bit, keeping his hands on me. 

I nod, “Thank you.” 

He scrunches his nose, “For what?” 

“You’re a really good friend, Lan.”

He drops his hands after I call him a friend, slipping them into his pockets. God he looks too good for friendship- hat backwards with curls peaking out, his nose scar perfectly across his nose. Why are scars so hot!?

“So are you.” He says hesitantly.

I scramble for something to say- any topic would do, honestly. I just need him to stop looking at me like that. “You know, I was left to dance with Franco the other night.” 

He sways on his heels, “Couldn’t have been that bad, you’ve done it before.”  

“Hope it was worth it.” 

His eyes narrow, “Hope what was worth it?” 

“She. The girl you left with.”

He smiles- actually smiles! It’s heartbreaking, too pretty for this world. “Who told you that?” My heart drops. “Are you jealous or something?” 

“What! No!” I’m going to kill Carlos. 

He laughs, “Horrible liar, sev.”

“I am not jealous.” I scoff, “You’re the jealous one… Fuck off I probably have to go do crisis management for my little spiel.” I flip him off as I walk away. 

He shakes his head, walking the opposite way as me, I’m about to turn the corner when he says it, “Sev! For the record, no girl is worth more than you are.”

⋆༺

Oscar Piastri. 

Lando Norris. 

Me. 

Our qualifying lineup for the Spanish grand prix. 

Starting behind two mclarens- starting behind Lando! I’m in for a hell of a race. All I can do is pray for a miracle and trust myself. 

I do trust myself, I trust myself when I send it at the restart, passing Lando. I trust myself in the last three laps, shaving my proximity to Oscar down. 

I trust myself when, during the last lap- I pass him. It’s risky and for a second I'm scared that I could get a penalty… but then, there’s no one in front of me. 

The checkered flag is all I see and suddenly my race engineer is yelling in my ear and I think I'm crying. 

The second I get out of the car, I'm bombarded with people around me. Everyone’s congratulating me at once, Lewis high-fiving me at the same time Yuki pats my back. 

Everything is the perfect about of overwhelming, Oscar hugging me, Carlos screaming while Ollie pulls his phone out to video. 

My team embraces me with a million arm pats and tears, Daniel kisses my cheek before hugging me, whispering how well I did. 

I don’t see Lando until the cooldown room. We’re the first ones there and he scoops me up as if I weigh nothing. 

It’s different than our hug the other day- we’re both grinning ear to ear and when he tells me how proud he is of me, again, I tug him closer. 

I pull away first. “You beat me. Is this something I'm gonna have to get used to or…?” I laugh and push him away when Oscar enters. 

“Get a room.” He mumbles. 

“We’re in one.” Lando rolls his eyes, unzipping his suit. 

 Oscar frowns, “I’m not keen to join.” I laugh harder. 

⋆༺

We go to dinner. Not the club or a bar, a proper nice dinner with everyone I love in my life. My grid. 

I sit in between Daniel and Lando, eating Pasta and laughing way too hard for this nice restaurant. 

At some point, one of the rookies starts talking dating and we immediately fall into a rabbit hole of everyone’s dating life. 

“What about you Lando? Is that playboy reputation real?” Kimi asks, making Lando laugh and shake his head- yeah right. 

“I don’t really date…” He shrugs, “but I'm not a slut.”

I can’t hold in my laugh, “Right.”

“Right, what?” 

“The whole of Monaco has seen your-”  

“I need air.” Is all he says, standing up and walking right out the door. 

I look around, the table quiet and tension thick. 

“What’d I say?” No one answers, “Lando does date. Right?” 

They all either mumble something or shake their head. “Hello…? Am I missing something? Why wouldn’t Lando date?”

It’s Franco who says it. “It’s probably because Lando’s been in love with you for years and you still think it’s some joke.”

I didn’t think it was possible for this table to get even more uncomfortable. Yet here we are. 

Pierre hits Franco in the back of the head, they’re all staring at me. Expecting me to do something. 

I put my fork down, standing up and leaving the way Lando did. There’s no way… Sure I knew he had a crush but he still hooked up with other girls! Whenever I dated, which wasn’t often, he’d send a glare to the man but left us alone. 

Love? Lando Norris is not in love with me. 

I rush out the door, seeing Lando standing in the hot night air, “I need to know why you did all of it.”

He turns around, surprised to see me, apparently. “All of what-”

“The flirting! The comments! Everything! Lando- You can’t actually like me.” I can’t breathe. 

He makes me wait an agonizing two seconds, his mouth parted as he meets my eyes. “Why else would I do it, Sev?” His voice is soft and it reminds me that he’s never raised it at me. 

“But you… you were joking.” The look he gives me right there… like he’s shocked I could ever think that, I’ll never forget it. 

He breathes out, shaking his head like it physically hurts him to say, “I’m not stupid, sev… I know you don’t fancy me. Maybe some of the shit I said was in a joking way but I've never taken it back.”

I pause, getting madder by the second. “You are stupid. You teased me and flirted and basically wasted all of your energy on wanting me.” He doesn’t look hurt, just like he’s accepted it. “You can’t just not date because of me! You started a million rumors just by the way you look at me! You told my mom when you were thirteen that you would marry me one day! God- Norris!” I huff, running my hands through my hair like a maniac. I look at him, swallowing. He’s so beautiful, how could he ever not chose someone because of me? “The worst bit is that you let yourself think that the reason you’re stupid is because you didn’t give up.”

He doesn’t even process what I've said, “You’re right. I’m an idiot.”

“No.” It’s almost a laugh. “I am. I’m an idiot for never seeing how much you actually cared. And for pretending like I didn’t feel the same.”

His eyes dart to me. “What?” It’s no more than a whisper. 

“I’m sorry for taking so much time- I think I really like you and I have for a while.” We both freeze, the only sound being our breaths and the faint voices from inside. 

“Please tell me I'm not dreaming.” He steps closer to me, his hands drifting over my hips as I laugh. 

I look up at him, “What would you do if it was a dream?” 

He’s shaking his head now, “I’d never wake up.” And then he’s kissing me. Soft, careful… like I might break. 

I grab his face and hold him tight. I’m never letting go of him now. 

“This is the best day of my life.” I mumble into the kiss, making him laugh, “Beat Lando Norris and kissed him, save the date.” 

He pushes a strand of hair out of my face, “Took you long enough.” Lando winks before kissing me again. I can’t believe I never knew what he tasted like, how perfect he feels against me. 

He glances back to the door, “Ready?” 

“To get ruthlessly teased? Sure.” 

He takes my hand in his, “Worth it.”

When we walk back in, all Lando has to say is, “Don’t say a fucking thing.” They’re quiet for a moment, surprising us both, but then the whole table erupts in laughter and cheers. My family.

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SPORTS CAR

lando norris x piastri!reader

warnings: smut, pnv, car sex, bit of angst, awkard time!!!!, fluffy, start of something (don't wanna spoil but it's a huge part of the plot)

summary: you're Oscar Piastri's little sister and you and Lando always hated each other. So how did you end up in this weird situation with him? That's what you're asking yourself too

song: sports car by tate mcrae

a/n: chapter two!!! still smutty as fuckkk!!! (yes i'm a whore for this man) ft. singapore pics because lando in singapore just hits different. ty sm for all the love that you guys have shown to cut my hair i promise i'll try to update it more i just have so much to do an all. i rlly hope the smut is good cause i'm not sure AT ALL! love uuuu

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Singapore gran prix, one of the best races of the season. You walked into the paddock hand in hand with your brother Oscar. You were wearing a short papaya dress (as he insisted to call it) as you both made your way to the mclaren garage.

The first face you saw when you entered it was Lando whose eyes immediately went back to his data after he spotted you. What a coward.

You rolled your eyes as you made your way to your brother's side of the garage, this was gonna be a long day.

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Lando won...even if you were on your brother's side of the garage you couldn't help your happiness as you were dragged under the podium to see him get his well deserved trophy.

What you weren't ready for was the sight of him on the podium because holy fuck he looked majestic. Your thoughts went back to that night in Zandvoort and you found yourself wanting to create it again.

The anthem and trophy giving passed quickly and you soon found yourself back waiting for your brother in front of his driver room when a very sweaty and very hot Lando walked in the hallway.

He was surprised to see you but then spoke calmly. "Osc left early cause he has an early flight tomorrow."

"Seriously? He was supposed to drive me!" you huffed out in frustration.

"If you give me fifteen minutes I'll drive you" he offered.

You were shocked by his proposition but you accepted it anyways that's how you found yourself waiting in front of Lando's bringht orange, or papaya as he insisted, McLaren.

He came over about five minutes later with a white button up on with the last buttons undone leaving you a small sight of his tanned chest. His hair was messy because of the race and he had a smirk on his face.

"Ready to go?" he asked and you nodded climbing onto the passenger sit.

Lando got in the car and started it, you hummed as you felt it come to life under you. While Lando drove to car, you kept shifting in your seat trying to find a comfortable position because the car might've been luxious the seats weren't that comfy.

Halfway into the drive Lando pulled over in an empty parking.

"Stop it will ya?" he said lightly irritated.

"What? I'm just getting comfy!" you defended yourself feeling annoyance creeping up on you before you spotted the bulge in his pants and a smirk made its way on your face. "Me shifting got you worked up Norris?"

He blushed and muttered a small shut up. He was so cute how was it even possible to be cute and hot at the same time?

"Need help?" you asked and he nodded so you moved to straddle his lap.

Lando looked up at you with wide eyes before he captured your lips with his in a deep hungry kiss just like last time except this one felt more real since you were both sober.

He tangled one of his hands in your hair as the other one gripped your waist tightly as if he was afraid that you'd slip away if he didn't hold you. Your hands were in his curls tugging on them making him groan between pleasure and pain.

Lando pulled back to trail kisses down your neck as his hands made their way between the both of you brushing over your panties in the process. You gasped and he smirked feeling how wet you were.

"Y'want this huh? Need me s'bad don't you pretty girl?" he purred and all you could do was nod and whimper.

He unziped his pants pulling them down and freeing his dick from his boxers as it bounced against his stomach standing red and tall. You licked your lips as you lifted your hips up pushing your panties to the side before he guided himself into your warmth.

You both moaned as he bottomed out fully a small bulge visible on your lower stomach. You started to rock on him before setting a pace of bouncing up and down with him thrusting up into you.

The sound of your moans and skin slapping against skin. He looked so hot still flushed from the heat outside. Soon, Lando's hand came down to your clit and you tightened around him feeling the knot building in your stomach.

Lando rubbed harsh circles and your orgasm washed over you without any warning as Lando followed you quickly.

You both stayed there panting with your head now lying on Lando's chest. He broke the silence.

"Listen....I've thought about it...What if we start something exclusive? No strings attached just us and no one else mh?"

You took a moment to consider the pros and cons because you would surely fall for him but in your post orgasm state all you could do was nod and agree because honestly sex with him was amazing.

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A Beautiful Mess | 3

Pairing: Lando Norris x Reader

Summary: Two neighbors who can’t stand each other, until an accidental kiss changes everything.

Word count: 3049

You can read part 1 here and part 2 here.

Right now, I'm shameless Screamin' my lungs out for ya Not afraid to face it I need you more than I want to

The first thing you registered as you woke up was the pounding in your head, like someone was smashing a drum inside your skull. The second was the blinding light hitting your face. You never slept with the curtains open.

"Ugh, my head." You groaned, pressing a hand to your head.

Blinking against the brightness, you forced your eyes open, only to realise, very quickly, that you were not in your bedroom. Your heart stopped and your eyes widened.

You looked around the unknown bedroom. The other side of the bed was unmade and there were clothes scattered on the floor. A pair of pants. A shirt. A man's shirt.

The bedroom door was open, and the distant sound of running water caught your attention.

"Oh my god. No, no, no." You lifted the covers. You were wearing your underwear and that was all you had on. "Noooo!" You groaned, dropping your head into your hands.

What did I do? You questioned yourself. You squeezed your eyes shut, trying to piece together the night before. You remembered drinking. Dancing. Meeting a guy at the bar. Eric, right? Had you slept with Eric?

The sound of a door opening, made you open your eyes. You looked up, but you wished you hadn't.

Appearing at the doorway, drying his damp curls with a white towel, was none other than Lando Norris.

Your breath caught in your throat.

He had another towel slung low around his hips, water droplets still clinging to his skin, his toned chest on full display. It could only be a nightmare. Right? Right?

Lando smirked, breaking the silence. "Look who finally decided to wake up. Thought you were dead for a second." You stared, completely frozen. "What? Cat got your tongue?" That snapped you out of your trance.

You jumped out of bed, immediately regretting it when a wave of nausea hit you. "What the hell am I doing here?"

Lando's smirk deepened. He leaned against the doorway, arms crossed over his chest, enjoying your state too much.

"You don't remember?" He asked you, looking you up and down.

You followed his gaze and realised you were basically naked. Yanking the bed covers up to your chest, you shot him a glare.

"Don't need to cover up." He chuckled. "I already saw everything last night." A shiver running down your spine.

"I was drunk!"

"So was I."

Your grip on the sheets tightened. "What happened?" You asked him, not really wanting to hear the answer.

Lando dragged his tongue over his teeth, eyes glinting with amusement. "Come on, you're not that naive."

Your heart nearly stopped. "No."

"Yes."

"No, wa-- Oh my god!" To your absolute horror, Lando dropped the towel that was around his hips. You turned around and squeezed your eyes shut. "What the fuck are you doing, Norris?"

Lando laughed, completely unbothered. "Nothing you haven't seen before."

"I HAVEN'T!"

"You sure? Because that's not what you were screaming last night."

"Shut up!" You turned back around, cautiously peeking through your fingers, but thankfully, he was already wearing pants. Your mind was a chaotic mess. This couldn't have happened. Even drunk, you would never sleep with Lando. "If you tell anyone about this, I swear I will kill you."

Lando chuckled. "Oh, don't worry. No need to tell anyone, I'm pretty sure the whole building heard you last night. Hell, probably all of Monaco."

Your jaw dropped. "You're disgusting."

"A disgusting man you slept with." You grabbed the nearest pillow and threw it at his face. He caught it effortlessly, smirking. Spotting your dress and purse draped over an armchair, you made a beeline for them, grabbing them quickly. "Not staying for breakfast?" Lando teased.

"Go fuck yourself." Tightening the sheet around your body, you stormed out of the bedroom.

"Hey! That's my sheet!" He shouted, standing up from the bed. You didn't stop. "Y/n?" Before he could say anything else, you slammed it shut behind you, making the frames on the wall tremble.

He let out a chuckle, shaking his head. Messing with you was way too much fun.

Lando lay on his back, staring at the ceiling, arms folded behind his head. The room was dimly lit by the city lights outside, casting soft shadows across the walls. The only sound was your slow, steady breathing beside him.

He had told himself he'd leave once you were asleep. That had been the plan. Carry you to bed, stay until you dozed off, and then head to the other room. But for some reason, he couldn't bring himself to move.

Maybe it was the way you looked so peaceful, completely different from the stubborn woman who drove him insane daily. Or maybe it was the way your face changed every few minutes, like you were dreaming about something.

Lando let out a slow breath, rubbing a hand over his face. Just as he was debating finally getting up, you stirred beside him.

You shifting under the covers, eyes barely open, still very much drunk. Then, without warning, you reached for the hem of your dress and started pulling it over your head.

Lando shot upright. "What the hell are you doing?"

You huffed in frustration, your dress halfway off. "It's hot."

"So?"

With absolutely zero hesitation, you stripped the dress off completely, tossing it somewhere on the floor. Now, you were left in nothing but your underwear in his bed, like it was the most normal thing in the world.

Lando swore under his breath, dragging a hand through his curls. This cannot be happening.

"Jesus, Y/n." He averted his gaze, rubbing the back of his neck. "You can't just--" He sighed. "For fuck's sake." Muttering to himself, he grabbed one of his t-shirts from the closet and turned back toward you. "Put this on!" He said, holding it out.

You made a sleepy noise, barely cracking one eye open. "No."

"Yes."

You groaned and lazily swatted his hand away, turning over so your back was to him. "Too hot." You mumbled.

Lando sat there, t-shirt still in his hand, staring at you. "Unbelievable." He muttered under his breath. Then and idea hit him.

Oh, she was going to lose her mind.

You stumbled into your apartment, slamming the door shut behind you, your breath uneven and your cheeks burning from the humiliation.

Sleeping with Lando Norris was the last thing that should have happened. He was a womanizer, a nightmare and a insufferable idiot.

You groaned loudly, collapsing onto the couch and burying your face in a cushion. "Why did this happen?" You mumbled against the fabric before letting out a muffled scream of frustration. "I hate him. I hate him. I hate him."

You squeezed your eyes shut, hoping that when you opened them, the last twelve hours would magically rewrite themselves. But the image of him, half-naked, smirking, teasing, was burned into your mind like a bad tattoo.

Kill me now. You thought to yourself.

With a deep breath, you forced yourself up and pulled your phone from your purse. Six missed calls. Eleven messages. You called the first person on the list, already heading to the bathroom. You needed a shower. A long, scalding shower to wash away the disaster that was last night.

"Where the hell have you been? We've been trying to call you all night!" She practically shouted into the phone, the second she picked up.

You winced. "Sorry, I drank too much and... passed out." You rubbed your forehead, catching sight of your reflection in the mirror. Mascara smudged under your eyes. Hair an absolute mess. "I need to ask you--"

"Passed out where? And why did you leave with Norris?" Your friend interrupted.

You froze. Your brain scrambled to piece together her words. You remembered being outside with Eric and Lando. But just the two of them.

"Wait-- you guys let me leave with Lando?" Your voice rose, panic creeping in. "Why didn't you stop me?"

"Y/n, we didn't know you left with him!"

You frowned. "But—how do you—?"

"There are photos and videos of you leaving with him." She said bluntly. "In his car. They're everywhere." A cold shiver ran down your spine. You felt your legs go weak as you gripped the bathroom counter for support. "I thought you were hitting it off with that other guy." Your friend continued. "How the hell did you end up with Lando?"

You ran a hand through your tangled hair, your mind racing. "I-- I don't know." You admitted, panic settling in. "I don't remember! But we—" You stopped yourself just in time, biting your lip. No way in hell were you telling anyone about what may or may not have happened last night. "I'm never drinking again. This was a terrible idea."

Monday had rolled around again, far sooner than you would've liked. You hadn't seen Lando since you stormed out of his apartment wrapped in his bedsheet, and you had no intention of crossing paths with him anytime soon.

But somehow, his fans had found your Instagram account and the follow requests had been insane.

You'd seen the photos and the videos. And, yeah, it looked bad. Really bad. His hand around your waist, your head resting against his chest. The way he leaned in close, like he actually cared. Anyone looking at those pictures would think there was something more than just hatred between you two.

And then there was that picture. That one that made you blush like a tomato.

Your head rested against his chest, looking up at him, while he brushed a stray piece of hair from your face. He had this soft look, like you were the only person in the world.

You could easily pass off as a pair of lovebirds, but that was far from the truth.

"Miss Y/n?" A small voice interrupted your thoughts.

You blinked and looked down to see Clare, one of the little girls from your class, staring up at you with big and curious eyes.

"Yes, Clare?" You asked, forcing a smile as the rest of the kids ran out for playtime.

She motioned for you to come closer, so you bent down.

"You and your boyfriend look cute together!" She whispered in your ear. Your breath hitched. "My mommy showed me the pictures. She said he looks at you like my daddy looks at her."

The innocent compliment made your cheeks burn and for a split second, your heart fluttered, before the reality of it all came crashing back. Before you could respond, Clare giggled and ran off to join her friends, leaving you absolutely stunned.

Lando leaned back in his chair, headset on, fingers flying across the keyboard as he played. The glow of the screen illuminated his focused expression.

"Mate, you're actually terrible." Max groaned as Lando missed another shot in the game.

"Shut up!" Lando shot back, laughing.

There was a brief silence as they played, until Max broke it with a teasing voice.

"So… you and Y/n, huh?"

Lando's fingers froze for half a second before he recovered. "What?"

Max chuckled. "Oh, don't play dumb. I saw the pictures. The whole world saw the pictures."

Lando sighed, already knowing where the conversation was going. "There's nothing going on and you know it."

"Uh-huh." Max said, clearly enjoying himself. "You looked pretty cozy. Hand in her hair, staring at her like she was the last slice of pizza…"

"I was just helping her." Lando muttered, trying to focus on the game. "She was drunk. I wasn't going to let her walk home. I'm not a piece of shit."

"And the part where you like her?"

Lando's character nearly got shot in the game. "I don't!"

Max laughed. "Yeah, yeah, sure. You hate her. That's why you haven't stopped talking about her since that night, right?"

"You're the one that brought her up." Lando groaned. "And if I talk about her because it's because she's annoying!"

Max hummed. "Right, but remind me again, why did you stay in bed with her until she fell asleep?"

Lando gritted his teeth. "Because she was drunk, and I didn’t want her to choke on her own vomit. I'm already regretting telling you that."

Max snorted. "Sure, sure. And the fact that you haven't been with anyone else since that night has nothing to do with her, right?"

"Shut up and play the game."

"I'll shut up when you admit you like her."

"That's never gonna happen."

"Okay, then. Guess I'll just keep sending you those cute photos the fans keep posting."

"Maxxxx!"

You were exhausted. Work had drained every last bit of energy from you, and to make things worse, dinner with your parents had been nothing short of an interrogation.

"So, who is this Lando?"

"Are you dating him?"

"You two look very close in those photos!"

Your mother had shown you the pictures as if you hadn't already seen them a thousand times. Your father, usually indifferent to your personal life, had even said: "He's a race car driver, right? Those guys are trouble."

No matter how many times you insisted that nothing was going on, they wouldn't let up. By the time you finally left, your head was pounding.

All you wanted was to get home, take a shower, and sleep for the next ten hours.

As you pulled into the underground garage of your building, your eyes immediately locked onto your parking spot and the sight of Lando's McLaren sitting right in it. Again.

Your blood boiled instantly. "That prick! He does it on porpuse." You smacked the steering wheel in frustration.

You sat there for a moment, until an idea formed in your mind. With a smirk, you pulled up right behind his car, blocking him in.

Getting out, you slammed the door shut, crossed your arms, and admired your handiwork. Let's see him try to pull out now.

Before you could take three steps, you heard footsteps. Lando appeared, dressed in all black, keys in hand, clearly about to go out. The moment he saw your car blocking his, his expression changed.

"Are you fucking kidding me?" He snapped, walking toward you.

You raised an eyebrow. "Oh, I'm sorry. Did you think my parking spot was yours?"

Lando exhaled sharply, running a hand through his curls. "I was only going to grab my phone. I left it upstairs. Relax."

You let out a dry laugh. "Relax?" You gestured to his car. "How about you stop acting like you own the damn building?"

His jaw clenched. "Y/n, move your car. I'm in a hurry."

You tilted your head. "Why should I? Pick another one. It's not like you only own one car."

His frustration was evident, just as much as yours. "I swear it's the last time I park in your spot."

"I don't believe you."

"Move!"

"I don't want to."

Lando stepped closer, close enough that you could smell his cologne, his eyes locked onto yours. "You're impossible."

"And you're an idiot. Stop thinking you're above everybody."

"For a kindergarten teacher, you sure are a nightmare."

"For an F1 driver, you sure are slow."

Lando opened his mouth and let out a sarcastic chuckle. And then, before you could process what was happening, his hands were on your face, and his lips crashed against yours.

You gasped, your body instinctively responding as his mouth moved against yours, rough and urgent. His hands cupped your face, pressing you back against your car as if he was trying to prove something.

And for a second, you let him. Because despite everything, it felt good. Too good.

But then, reality hit you like a truck. You shoved him away hard, breathing heavily. And before you could stop yourself, your hand flew up, slapping him across the face. The sharp crack echoed in the garage. Lando's head snapped to the side, his jaw tightening.

"You asshole." You spat, your heart pounding.

Lando exhaled sharply, his tongue running over his bottom lip. He didn’t say a word. He just stared at you.

For a moment, neither of you moved. Then, without another word, you turned on your heel, stormed to your car, and pulled out of the garage, leaving him standing there.

You drove out of the garage like a maniac, the tires screeching against the pavement. Reckless. Impulsive. Exactly how Lando drove.

And then, out of nowhere, tears started spilling down your cheeks.

You didn't remember the last time you had cried, but now the sobs came fast and uncontrollable, a lump forming in your throat so tight it felt like you couldn't breathe. Your vision blurred, and your hands trembled against the wheel.

With shaking fingers, you pulled over and leaned your forehead against the steering wheel, trying to suppress the pain that had crept up without warning.

You couldn't believe. All of this for a selfish prick like Lando?

Lando had canceled his plans. He had barely made it through the elevator doors before frustration consumed him, his feet carrying him straight to his apartment. The moment he stepped inside, he let out a sharp exhale and dropped his keys onto the counter, running a hand through his curls.

His whole body was buzzing with anger, confusion and something else. Something he didn't want to name.

He didn't know why he had kissed you. No. That was a lie.

He knew. Deep down, he fucking knew. He had wanted to kiss you since the first day he saw you, since the moment he moved into the building. But now that feeling he had buried and denied, had come crashing back to life because of that stupid accidental kiss at the school.

Lando groaned, gripping his face as he collapsed onto the couch. "Fuckkk!!!" His voice echoed through the empty apartment. He tilted his head back against the cushions, staring at the ceiling. "You don't like her, Lando!" He muttered to himself. "It's just a stupid… crush. Sexual tension. That's all it is." His jaw clenched. "She's never going to like you like that. She hates you."

But, don't you hate her back? A voice whispered at the back of his mind.

Lando swallowed, his throat suddenly dry. And for the first time, he admitted the truth. "I don't!"

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DREAMS lando norris pt.6 When your childhood bestfriend Flo had convinced you to get the fashion design job at her brother's company Quadrant, it finally paid off when Louis Vuitton was announced as the new sponsor for F1.

pt.1 pt.2 pt.3 pt.4 pt.5 wordcount: 1249

You don’t know if it was the fact that you already knew Lando as a kid, or if you were just outright stupid, because it hadn’t really crossed your mind that an F1 racer fucking his stylist, fit the picture perfectly. You didn’t feel like that. He didn’t make you feel like that. Or you were just ignoring it. You had seen photos with other girls sometimes. You didn’t think much of it. But when it started to be the same blonde girl quite often, you actively ignored it. 

The tabloid headline came out that morning—Lando pictured walking with the same girl you’d already seen him with a few times in random social media sightings. It wasn’t a big deal before. You knew what this was, what it wasn’t. But the way the headline framed it—Lando Norris and mystery blonde spotted again—F1’s most eligible bachelor off the market?—you couldn’t ignore it anymore.

You shouldn’t care. You don’t care. Or at least that’s what you tell yourself. But still, you find yourself pulling away, responding to his texts slower, keeping things short. Lando’s behavior, however, hadn’t changed one bit. He was still texting you daily. You hadn’t seen him in two weeks after he was in London. You didn’t have work at the previous race weekend. But there was an event tonight, which you were dreading now. Luckily you didn’t have a private fitting.

When you arrived at the event, you spotted Lando almost immediately. He was in the center of it all, drink in hand, laughing at something someone said. 

And somehow, as if he could feel you watching, he turned.

His gaze found yours through the crowd, and there it was again—that shift, the unspoken thing that neither of you had addressed. He didn’t look away.

Instead, he smirked.

You tried not to let it affect you. Tried not to let the fact that he abandoned his conversation and started making his way toward you send a thrill through your stomach.

“You look nice,” he said, voice low as he leaned in, just close enough for you to hear over the music, pulling you in a tight hug.

You rolled your eyes, but your pulse betrayed you, skipping slightly. “I styled myself.”

He grinned. “That explains why I like it.”

It was stupid, the way he made you feel—like this was something more than what it was.

Like you weren’t just orbiting each other for the fun of it.

‘’Missed you’’ he added.

But before you could say anything, someone else pulled him back into conversation, and you let yourself disappear into the party again.

Only, it was impossible to ignore him. Every time you glanced his way, he was already looking. Every time he passed by, his hand would brush against your lower back, the touch fleeting but deliberate. Every interaction was like a thread pulling tighter, winding something between you.

But then you saw her.

Blonde, leggy, the kind of girl who fit into his world seamlessly. She leaned in close, laughing at something he said, her fingers grazing his arm.

You told yourself it didn’t matter. That this was the dynamic you had set. But that didn’t mean you had to stay and watch it.

So, you left.

You weren’t dramatic about it. Just slipped out, phone buzzing in your hand a few minutes later.

Lando: Where’d you go? Lando: Come with me. Lando: Or I’ll find you myself.

You hesitated before replying.

You: Already back at my hotel.

You weren’t sure what you expected, but ten minutes later, there was a knock at your door.

And when you opened it, he was standing there, looking like he had run his hands through his hair a few too many times, like he had left the party the second you did.

“You left,” he said.

You crossed your arms, leaning against the doorframe. “Observant.”

His lips quirked, but there was something in his eyes—something not entirely playful. “You didn’t even say goodbye.”

You didn’t answer. You weren’t sure how to.

And maybe he didn’t need you to, because a second later, he was stepping closer, slipping inside, closing the door behind him.

Another beat of silence. Then—

“You’re acting weird.”

That makes you pause. “I’m not.”

“You are,” he counters, voice light but probing. “You’ve been weird all day. Actually… since yesterday. Barely texting. One-word answers. What’s up?”

“Nothing.” You finally turn to face him, leaning against the counter with your arms crossed. “I’m just tired.”

Lando raises an eyebrow, like he doesn’t believe that for a second. “Tired of me?”

“No, Lando. Tired. You know, that thing that happens when you don’t get enough sleep?”

He smirks. “Could’ve just said you missed me.”

You roll your eyes. “Oh my god.”

“See, normally, you’d have a better comeback than that,” he muses, tilting his head. “But you’re just shutting me down. Which means…” He trails off, eyes narrowing slightly as he studies you. “Did I do something?”

You look away. “No.”

“Did Max or Keegan say something dumb?”

“No.”

He squints. “Did you see something?”

Your stomach clenches.

Lando notices. His smirk returns, slower this time, like he’s figuring out a puzzle in real-time.

“Don’t tell me…” He starts, stepping toward you. “You’re jealous?”

You scoff immediately. “I’m not—”

“Hah,” he lets out a laugh, standing right in front of you now. “Oh my god, you are.”

“I’m not.”

“You so are.” His grin widens, like this is the most amusing thing that’s ever happened to him. “Didn’t think you were the jealous type.”

‘’I’m not’’

‘’You’re the one who said this was casual’’ he continued, your eyes widened. 

‘’Flo told me’’ he grinned. ‘’Which, by the way—ouch."

You huffed, trying to sidestep him, but he’s faster—grabbing your waist and pulling you toward the couch. You stumble slightly, and before you can protest, he’s already guiding you backward until the back of your knees hit the cushion.

“Lando—”

He doesn’t let you finish. He nudges you down onto your back, climbing over you in one smooth motion. He catches both your wrists in one hand, pinning them above your head against the couch. His other hand settles on your waist, fingers pressing lightly against your skin.

“Say it,” he teases, mouth hovering just above yours. “Say you’re jealous.”

You glare up at him. “I’m not.”

He grins. “Liar.”

Then he dips his head, trailing slow, deliberate kisses down your neck, to your collarbone.

You shift beneath him, but he tightens his grip, keeping you in place. “Relax,” he murmurs, lips brushing against the sensitive skin just above your chest. “No need to be jealous, you know.”

“I’m not,” you insist, voice thinner now.

He chuckles against your skin. “Right.”

His mouth moves lower, pressing soft, lingering kisses down your chest, across your stomach, stopping just at the waistband of your pants. He looks up at you then, eyes dark with amusement—and something else.

“You’re the best fucking stylist, you know that?” he murmurs, fingers toying with the hem of your shirt. “Take such good care of me.”

You swallow hard. “Lando—”

“Hm?”

He kisses just above your belly button, watching your reaction carefully. “Just want to take care of you too,” he murmurs.

Your breath catches. Whatever you were mad about, whatever had been making you pull away—it all feels irrelevant now.

And when he smirks, feeling the tension melt from your body, he knows he’s won.

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A Beautiful Mess | 2

Pairing: Lando Norris

Summary: Two neighbors who can’t stand each other, until an accidental kiss changes everything.

Word count: 3125

You can read part 1 here

Do we need somebody Just to feel like we're alright? Is the only reason You're holding me tonight 'Cause we're scared to be lonely?

It had been a week since you last saw Lando. After his visit to the school, it was like he had vanished. You knew he was home because, as always, he made sure you knew that, but beyond that, there was no sign of him.

The touch of your lips has haunted you ever since. You cursed yourself, telling yourself that you should have pushed yourself away the moment your lips met, you shouldn't have frozen.

"You're not getting it! Our lips touched." You practically yelled at your sister over FaceTime. She burst out laughing. "It's not funny. I hate him."

"If you hate him so much, why are you this worked up?" She teased you.

You frowned. "Are you implying I felt something?"

She shrugged. "Did you?"

"NO!"

At the same time, Lando was telling Max, who was stuffing clothes into his suitcase, since he was going back to Lonon, what had happened.

"It was an accident, dude!" Max said, watching his friend with amusement. "Just forget about it."

"I can't forget it!" Lando groaned, running a hand through his hair. "Our lips touched, Max. I'm getting goosebumps just thinking about it."

Max snorted. "Sounds like you liked it."

Lando spun around. "Are you insane? I meant goosebumps in a bad way. Like… I feel sick."

"Yeah, sure." Max smirked, barely holding back laughter.

You downed the last sip of your coffee, grabbed your bag, and stepped out of your apartment. Today was going to be a good day. You could feel it.

You had woken up early, gone for a run, had breakfast, and still had time to stop by your favorite bakery at the end of the street. Everything felt perfectly in place.

For once, Lando Norris was the last thing on your mind. Or at least, he was supposed to be.

You stepped into the elevator, pressing the button for the ground floor, as you shifted your bag onto your shoulder, but then, just as the doors were sliding shut, a hand shot between them, forcing them open.

Your stomach dropped.

Lando locked eyes with you, before stepping inside. He didn't said anything and neither did you. The doors closed, sealing you both inside the small space. The building had a few years, so the elevator was not that spaceous.

He looked at his watch and run a hand through his curls. He looked like he was in a hurry.

Just five more floors.

Four.

Three.

Then... A jolt.

The elevator shuddered violently before coming to a stop. The lights flickered once, then settled into an unsettling dim glow.

You both froze. Then Lando sighed, pressing the emergency button. Nothing happened.

"You've got to be kidding me." Lando muttered, dragging a hand down his face. "Great. Just my luck." He let out a long sigh, pacing in the cramped space. If the elevator had felt small before, it felt suffocating now.

You, far too calm for his liking, pressed the emergency button a few times. "Can you stop moving?" You snapped, growing irritated.

"Oh, I'm sorry, am I bothering you?" His voice dripped with sarcasm.

You shot him a look. "Yes, actually. You've been bothering me for a while now. Thanks for finally noticing."

Lando scoffed. "Excuse me if I'm not as relaxed as you!"

You could see he was nervous. "If you keep panicking like that, you're going to run us out of oxygen."

His head snapped toward you, eyes wide. "What--?! Aren't you supposed to be a teacher? That's not how you tell someone to calm down!"

"You're not a kid, are you?"

Lando let out a fake chuckle. "Fuck. Why did I have to get stuck with you?"

You crossed your arms. "Trust me, I'm wondering the same thing."

He let out an amused breath, shaking his head. "Please! This is probably going to be the highlight of your day."

"You really think you’re that special? You're just an idiot, Norris." You said, crossing your arms over your chest.

Lando smirked, taking a deliberate step closer. "Well, then it seems we're not that different, princess."

"Don't you have anything better to do? Grow up, please. That pretty face of yours isn't going to get you out of everything forever."

"Oh..." He tilted his head, his smirk widening. "So you think I'm handsome?"

You exhaled sharply. "That's the only thing you got from what I said? You're impossible."

Somehow, the space between you had vanished. You weren't sure who had moved first, but suddenly, he was close. Closer than necessary.

Lando's gaze flickered down to your lips, as he licked his own. The air grew thick. The bickering stopped and he elevator fell into silence.

Your breath caught in your throat. Every logical thought screamed at you to move, push him away, to say something, but you didn't. Neither of you did.

Lando's hand twitched at his side like he was debating whether to reach for you. His chest rose and fell in deep, controlled breaths, but you could see it. He was just as caught in this moment as you were.

Then, just as his face leaned closer and your lips were about to touch, the elevator jerked back to life.

You stumbled slightly, as you immediately took a step back away from each other. He run a hand through his hair and you looked away from him. The air was thick, but neither of you acknowledged it.

The doors slid open and without hesitation, you stepped out, ignoring the concerned doorman who asked if you were okay. You didn't spare him, or Lando, a single glance as you strode out of the building.

Lando watched you go, jaw clenched, hands on his hips. He let out a breath and muttered under his breath: "What the fuck just happened?"

The rest of the day passed in a blur. Even surrounded by a classroom full of energetic kids, you couldn't shake the thoughts swirling in your head.

Why hadn't you pushed him away? Why hadn't you moved? Had you actually… wanted to kiss him? The questions run in your mind, each one making you more frustrated than the last.

By the time you got home, you felt exhausted, not physically, but mentally. You barely made it to the couch before grabbing your phone, dialing your friend number without hesitation.

"Let's go out tonight!" You blurted before she could even say hello.

A beat of silence. Then, suspicion. "Go out as in... clubbing?"

It had been a while. You weren't exactly the party animal type, so your sudden enthusiasm was unexpected.

"Yes!" You confirmed, already sitting up. "I need a distraction. Let's get dinner and then let's go out. Call the others."

"Okay, who are you and what have you done with my responsible and sensible friend?"

"Just be ready."

Determined to wipe the morning from your mind, you took a long shower, letting the heat ease the tension from your shoulders. Then, you dug through your closet, finding a dress you barely remembered owning: it was a red dress that hugged your body in all the right places. Paired with black heels that made your legs look like they belonged on a runway and a swipe of bold red lipstick. You felt powerful and it was just what you needed.

Lando leaned against the DJ booth, his drink on his hand as his friend, Martin Garrix, animatedly talked about his upcoming tour dates.

The club was packed, people moving to the heavy bass, neon lights flickering across the dance floor. It was the perfect place to blow off steam, to forget about the week.

Or at least, it was.

But the moment you walked in with your friends, all thoughts of relaxation evaporated.

Lando stiffened, nearly choking on his drink. "Oh, for fuck's sake."

"WHAT?" Martin shouted over the music.

Lando gestured toward the entrance. "Do you see that group that just walked in?"

Martin followed his gaze, spotting a group of friends laughing as they stepped into the club. "What about it?"

"The girl in the red dress. It's my neighbour!"

Martin's eyebrows shot up. "Wait... The neighbor? The one you kissed?"

Lando rolled his eyes. "We didn't kiss."

"Yet!" Martin smirked, clearly enjoying himself seeing Lando's annoyed face. He turned back to glance at you again. "She's beautiful."

Lando made a face, scoffing like the idea was ridiculous. "She's a nightmare, that's what she is." Martin chuckled, seeing right through him. "And she's a kindergarten teacher, bet it's gonna be real awkward for some parents to see their kid's sweet little teacher dressed like that."

Martin laughed, draping an arm over Lando's shoulder. "Dude, you're so jealous already."

"Shut up. What the hell are you talking about?"

"It's obvious!" Martin smirked. "You like her. And you hate that every guy in this club is about to spend their night looking at her. I can practically see smoke coming out of your ears, mate."

"Fuck off."

Your feet ached, but you didn't care. You were having the time of your life. Hours had passed in a blur of music, laughter, and drinks, and you and your friends hadn't left the dance floor for more than a few minutes at a time.

The alcohol had done its job: Lando hadn't crossed your mind all night. (Well, except maybe now. But that doesn't count.)

Leaning against the bar, you waited for your drink when a man approached you. Tall, broad shoulders, very handsome. And exactly your type.

He flashed you a smile. "Do you come here often?"

You blinked at him before bursting into laughter. "Oh my god. That pick-up line does not match your face."

He groaned, running a hand through his hair. "Yeah, that was terrible. I panicked."

You smirked. "I can tell."

"Not much of a flirt, I guess." He admitted, laughing along with you.

"Clearly."

He stuck out his hand. "I'm Eric, by the way."

You shook it, still grinning. "Y/n."

Lando leaned against the railing, beer in hand, eyes fixed on the bar. He told himself he was just people-watching, just casually scanning the room, but his gaze kept landing on you.

And the guy standing way too close to you.

The guy who looked like he'd stepped straight out of a fashion magazine. Tall, charming, and irritatingly good-looking. The kind of guy who knew exactly how to play his cards.

Lando took a sip of his beer, jaw tightening as he watched you laugh at something the guy said. You were drunk and from the way the guy leaned in, so was he. Too close. Way too close.

"You look like a creep." Martin shouted over the music, snapping Lando out of his glare. "Stop looking at her."

"I'm not looking at her."

Martin snorted. "Right. You're just analyzing the guy she's with." He nudged Lando's shoulder. "Worried she might take him home?"

Lando scoffed, tearing his eyes away. "I don't fucking care."

"Sure." Martin smirked, taking a sip of his drink. He didn't press further, letting his friend drown in jealousy.

You stumbled outside, the cool night air hitting your flushed skin like a slap. Eric followed closely behind, his hand steady on your back as he helped you sit down on a nearby bench as you waited for the cab.

"You're really nice, you know that?" You mumbled, tilting your head to look at him as he sat down beside you.

Eric smiled. "Thank God. I was worried I screwed up my chances with that terrible pickup line."

You laughed softly, resting your head against the cool metal of the bench. "You saved yourself."

"I'm glad!" He admitted, his voice warm. "I had a good time tonight."

"Me too." You sighed, your stomach swirling uncomfortably. You cleared your throat, barely above a whisper as the words slipped out. "I wish you were him."

Eric frowned. "Who?"

Before you could answer, a voice interrupted you. His voice.

"Y/n?" You and Eric both turned, and there he was. Lando. Hands in his pockets, his gaze locked onto you.

Eric's eyes widened in recognition. "Wow. Lando Norris?" He sounded excited, most likely a fan.

But you barely registered his reaction. Your stomach twisted again, and before you could stop it, you shot up from the bench, turned away from them both, and emptied your stomach onto the pavement.

Lando instinctively moved toward you, but Eric was faster. He was by your side, gathering your hair in his hands and rubbing slow circles on your back.

Lando clenched his jaw, watching the way Eric took care of you. It shouldn't bother him, but it did. The guy was too perfect. A walking green flag.

"Are you okay?" Eric asked gently. "Think you can stand?"

You wiped your mouth with the back of your hand, groaning as you nodded. Eric helped you to your feet, keeping you steady against his side. "Where's that damn cab?" Eric muttered under his breath, glancing around.

"I'll take her home," Lando said suddenly.

Eric turned to him, brows raised. "What?"

"We're neighbors. She's most likely going to pass out on the way back."

"Yeah, we drank quite a lot." He looked between you and Lando. "Y/n? You okay with that?"

"Hm?"

"Are you okay with going with Lando? Is he your neighbour?" He asked you, and Lando could almost hear himself rolling his eyes. The guy was seriously too nice.

"Yes!" You confirmed. Lando took a step forward and stretched his hands. You blinked up at him, your head heavy. "You're so annoying. Why are you always everywhere?" Despite your grumble, your hands slowly found his.

Eric's lips twitching into a sad smile. He gently let you go as Lando pulled you closer, steadying you against him.

"Thanks for taking care of her." Lando said.

"It was my pleasure." Eric replied, his gaze soft as he looked at you. "She's something special. And I just met her, so…"

You chuckled. "I like you, Eric."

He smiled. "I know, Y/n." Then his expression flickered, just for a second. "But I'm not him, right?"

Lando frowned, watching as you only groaned in response.

Eric let out a small breath before leaning in and pressing a kiss to your cheek. Lando's grip on you tightened.

"It was nice meeting you." Eric said. "Call me sometime, yeah?" He turned to Lando, extending a hand. "Big fan, man. Nice to meet you."

Lando shook it briefly. "Yeah. You too."

Eric gave you one last glance before walking off.

Lando glanced down at you, your body leaning heavily into his side. "Come on, let's get you home."

You hummed, already half-asleep. "Still annoying."

"Yeah, yeah."

Lando pulled into his parking spot, turning off the engine with a quiet sigh leaving his mouth. When he glanced to his right, he wasn't surprised to see you fast asleep, just like he'd predicted.

Your head rested against the window of his McLaren, your mouth slightly open, breaths slow and steady. One of his Quadrant hoodies was draped over you.

Lando exhaled, leaning back against the seat as he stared at you. He'd never really taken the time to look at you before, not like this. You looked… peaceful. And you were indeed a very beautiful woman.

His fingers moved on their own, brushing a stray strand of hair from your face, tucking it gently behind your ear.

"What the hell am I doing?" Lando muttered to himself, running a hand down his face, he groaned under his breath. "I must be crazy."

Shaking off whatever the hell that was, he reached over and carefully pulled your head away from the window. Then, he stepped out of the car, circling around to your side and pulling the door open.

"Y/n?" He called, his voice quiet but firm as he nudged your arm. "Wake up. We're home."

"Hm?" You groaned, keeping your eyes firmly shut.

"Wake up. Come on."

He turned your face into the seat, snuggling deeper into the warmth. "Let me sleep!"

Lando huffed, crossing his arms as he glanced around the dimly lit garage. "If you don't wake up, I'm leaving you here." Nothing. "I cannot believe her." With a sigh, he leaned down, sliding one arm beneath your legs and the other behind your back. He hesitated for a second before carefully lifting you into his arms.

You instinctively curled into his chest, your face pressing against the crook of his neck, a small sigh leaving your lips. Lando froze for a split second, his heart racing in his chest.

Lando stepped into the elevator, shifting you slightly in his arms to press the button for his floor. You were still dead weight against him, your warm breath fanning against the side of his neck. He clenched his jaw, doing his best to ignore the way you seemed to fit perfectly against him.

When the doors opened, he carried you down the hall, stopping in front of your apartment.

"Alright, time to go home." He muttered, adjusting his grip. "Where's your key?" You mumbled something against his neck, your lips brushing against his skin. Then, before he could even react, you wrapped your arms around him, holding him close. "Y/n." He tried again, shaking you gently. "Where's your key?"

Another muffled murmur. He sighed, dropping his head back against the door in frustration. Since you refused to answer him, and since he couldn't exactly rummage through your purse while holding you, he had no choice.

"Alright, you're coming with me." He muttered, carrying you across the hall to his own apartment.

He walked straight to his bedroom, gently lowering you onto his bed. As soon as your back hit the mattress, he exhaled, running a hand through his hair. But just as he moved, you reached out, your fingers curling into the fabric of his white shirt, right where it gaped open.

"Stay." You murmured, eyes still closed.

Lando froze. "You're drunk!" He reminded you, gently prying your fingers off him. You groaned but refused to let go, gripping his shirt again, this time tighter. His breath hitched as your fingertips brushed against his bare chest. "Y/n!"

"Lando!" You snuggled against the pillow, your grip unrelenting. "Stay." You whispered.

Lando clenched his jaw. He should go. He needed to go. But the way you held onto him, the way you looked so small and vulnerable in his bed… it made something twist inside his chest.

With a heavy sigh, he gave in. "Fine! But just until you fall asleep." He told himself that.

And yet, as he laid down beside you, feeling the warmth of your body so close to his, he had a sinking feeling that this was only going to make things a lot more complicated.

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DREAMS lando norris pt.4 When your childhood bestfriend Flo had convinced you to get the fashion design job at her brother's company Quadrant, it finally paid off when Louis Vuitton was announced as the new sponsor for F1.

pt.1 pt.2 pt.3

The café was one of those cozy little places tucked away on a quiet street in Monaco, far from the usual chaos of the race weekend. You, Max and Keegan had agreed to meet up for coffee today before the whole sleepover fiasco, the three of you now quietly nursing your coffee, the late morning sun streaming through the windows. It was a slow, easy moment—the kind that had become rare with how busy things had been lately, reminding you of old times in London.

Keegan was scrolling through his phone, probably looking at memes, while Max stretched lazily, his sunglasses slipping down his nose. “I’m glad you and Lando get along well now,” he said casually before taking a sip of his drink, not letting his suspicions of the last night when you were at the apartment for your keycard go.

You blinked. “Do we?” You replied casually. 

Max shot you a look, amused. “Well, yeah. I mean, you used to talk about him like he was your worst nightmare during Quadrant.”

“That’s dramatic. He just always wanted to review my designs that we had already agreed on.”

“Is it?” Keegan cut in, grinning. “You hated the guy.”

You scoffed, leaning back in your chair. “Okay, maybe I wasn’t his biggest fan. But I still wouldn’t say we ‘get along well’ now.”

There had been a shift. He had been texting. Not just about work, but little things. A funny picture from a shoot, a comment about a jacket he knew you hated, a random ‘What’s your coffee order?’ text that had caught you off guard. You had chalked it up to him being Lando—charming, friendly, probably like this with everyone. 

“He’s just—” You searched for the right words. “I don’t know, being normal?”

Keegan snorted. “For Lando, that’s basically flirting.”

You rolled your eyes, but your stomach twisted a little. Because you’d felt it too—that slight shift, the underlying current of something unspoken. And you weren’t sure what to do about it.

Then, a small smile tugged at your lips. “I do have something fun planned for him at the event tonight, though.”

That got their attention. Keegan finally looked up, intrigued. “Oh?”

Max narrowed his eyes. “What kind of fun?”

You just grinned, leaning back in your chair. “You guys will see.”

-

The event was big. Formal. Typical McLaren. It was their Monaco opening. A sea of sharp black suits, starched white shirts, and carefully curated ties. It was the kind of night where image mattered—where every driver, team principal, and executive looked like they had stepped straight out of a luxury menswear campaign.

Except Lando.

He looked good, of course. He always looked good. But instead of a suit like every other man in the room, he was dressed in a perfectly tailored business-casual look: an expensive white knit, sleek navy trousers, and—just to really drive the point home—pristine white sneakers.

Not a blazer in sight.

You watched from your seat in the audience, biting back a smirk as he stepped onto the stage beside Zak, Oscar, and Andrea—all of whom were dressed to the nines in proper suits. Lando barely had time to shake hands before he turned his head, scanning the crowd like he already knew exactly who was responsible. You were easy to find because Max and Keegan next to you had burst out laughing as soon as they saw him.

When he spotted you, sitting comfortably with Max and Keegan, his brows lifted in a silent really? Gesturing to the outfit.

You just smiled sweetly, lifting your hands to applaud like nothing was out of the ordinary. Keegan was the first to crack, letting out a low whistle. “You actually did it. You made him look like he’s here for a tech startup pitch instead of an F1 event.”

Max, already grinning, leaned in. “Wow, you’re an evil genius. How’d you get away with it?”

You shrugged, feigning innocence. “I have enough pull at Louis Vuitton now. They trust my vision.”

On stage, Lando shook his head slightly, fighting off a smirk. Then, ever so subtly, he lifted a hand and gestured at you—one of those small, exasperated motions that said this is your fault.

You just gave him a little wave in return.

He exhaled a laugh, running a hand over his face before focusing back on the event, because, well—he had to. But you knew this wasn’t over.

The event wrapped up smoothly, filled with speeches, applause, and a little too much formal pleasantry. You didn’t see Lando immediately after, but you knew it was only a matter of time.

And sure enough, just as you were slipping past the backstage area—maybe heading toward the afterparty, maybe just trying to make a quiet exit—he found you.

“Undress me. Now.”

His voice was low, but his words were very clear.

You turned, arching a brow as Lando stepped into your space, still looking unfairly good in the outfit you had put him in. “Excuse me?”

He gave you a pointed look. “You picked it. You put me in this. Fix it.”

A slow smirk tugged at your lips. “Didn’t realize you had a problem with it.”

“Oh, I don’t,” he said easily, tilting his head. “It’s the part where everyone else was in suits and I looked like I was about to give a TED Talk, that’s the problem.”

You hummed, feigning deep thought. “Well, maybe I just wanted you to stand out.”

Lando exhaled a laugh, shaking his head. “You knew what you were doing.”

You shrugged, gaze sweeping over him. “And yet… you still looked good.”

For a second, he just watched you—like he was weighing his next move. Then, he leaned in slightly, voice dropping lower. “I’m serious, though. Fix it.”

You swallowed, pulse kicking up.

Because suddenly, this didn’t just feel like him joking around anymore.

“Fine,” you said, steadying yourself. “But I’m not undressing you here.”

Lando’s smirk widened. “Dressing room backstage”

You exhaled sharply, giving him a look. “I’ll get the suit”

He chuckled, stepping back just enough to let you breathe. “I’ll be waiting, stylist.”

And with that, he walked off—leaving you standing there, heart racing, already knowing this wasn’t going to be just about a wardrobe change.

-

The door clicked shut behind you, the distant thump of the party muffled by thick walls.

Lando turned to face you, a smirk playing on his lips. 

“Well?” He tilted his head, voice a quiet challenge. “You started this.”

You looked at him questionably.

‘’Was this your plan all along? Finding a reason to undress me?’’

You rolled your eyes, but your fingers itched to touch him. “You are such a—”

He took a step forward, crowding you against the wall. “Go on,” he murmured, voice dropping. “Undress me.”

He grabbed your wrist, leading it to his waist.

Your breath caught.

You reached for the hem of his knit sweater, fingers skimming the warm skin underneath. Lando inhaled sharply, his hands finding your hips as you tugged the fabric over his head, revealing toned muscle, golden skin.

He watched you, gaze dark, waiting.

And then he was kissing you—deep, insistent, no hesitation.

No pulling away this time.

No one disturbing this time.

You felt yourself melt into him, hands sliding over his bare chest, his fingers slipping beneath the straps of your dress, pushing it down slowly, deliberately. He didn’t wait for you to undress his pants.

His lips moved down your neck, across your collarbone, down your stomach, lower, leaving a trail of heat. He paused just long enough to meet your eyes, teasing. Worshipping.

“I love your clothes,” he murmured against your skin, voice rough. “But without is even better.”

-

You smoothed your hair in the mirror before stepping back into the party, the energy buzzing around you. Lando, as always, looked effortlessly unbothered, like he hadn’t just had his hands all over you.

You were less successful at hiding it.

Max and Keegan noticed immediately.

“Oh, finally,” Keegan muttered, nursing his drink. “Took you long enough.”

Max smirked, raising a brow at Lando. “Have a nice wardrobe change?”

Lando rolled his eyes, but his smirk betrayed him. “Much needed”

Keegan snorted. “Right.”

Max leaned toward you, still grinning. “You really got him with the dress code thing. Brilliant.”

Keegan nodded. “Never seen him look so much like a finance bro.”

Lando groaned. “Yeah, yeah, laugh it up.” Then he turned to you, gaze lingering. “You’re lucky I still look good in anything.”

‘’Glad you two are working well together now.’’

You felt your face heat up, but Lando, the smug bastard, just smirked.  “Oh, yeah, great team effort.”

Max and Keegan burst out laughing again, but you barely heard them—because Lando was still looking at you, that same glint in his eye.

WN: Hope you guys like it! Let me know! All suggestions are welcome. I hope to be updating more regularly, already have many fun chapters for this story.

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[joannaln4]

Yours. Mine. Ours. - MV1/OP81/LN4

Part 12

Dark fic + - Minors DNI- if you don't like this or the warnings/themes make you uncomfortable. I can't stress this enough, DO NOT READ THIS

Summary: Lando brings home a girl that he thinks will be perfect for him, Max and Oscar but things between the three never necessarily run easily.

Themes/warnings: Smut 18+, reverse harem, kidnapping, drugging, pre-existing relationshipish - mean!Max x nonchalant!Oscar x overexcitable!Lando, specific to this part: no smut, more fluff

Full series

Word count: 2.1k

"I told you to go easy on her." Lando mumbles looking at Max who is holding y/n's hair back as she seems to bring up every bit of food her stomach can force out.

"Oscar wasn't the one with his dick down her throat." Max argues while Oscar sits on the floor with y/n as she drags her gaze up from the toilet bowl, her lips with shine bile.

He feels bad about it and unlike Lando, he is blaming himself.

"I'm ok." Y/n finally utters as Max helps her back up onto shaky legs and Lando rushes to wipe her mouth for her but the touch and closeness hits her with a sudden wave of irritation making her push both Max's and Lando's hands from her. "Guys please. I just need some air."

Her snapping makes them step back before she moves out of the bathroom, the shuffling sound of her pulling clothes on before she moves into the living room and steps out onto the balcony.

They even hear the cats running with her, meowing at her as she moves outside.

None of them even say anything to each other as they move to clean up and dress themselves before the all peek out at her then move and sit with her, making sure there's space from her so they're not crowding her.

Sassy is sitting in y/n's lap, purring loudly as she pets the cat looking out at the sunsetting.

"I'm not mad. You don't have to give me space anymore." Y/n mumbles feeling Lando reach forward and pull her into his lap without a second of hesitation, beating the others who grumble at his speed.

"We're sorry." Oscar mumbles earning a small smile.

"No, it's ok. I just needed some air and you were all getting aggravating with your bickering." Y/n sighs leaning back onto Lando. "I hate being sick."

"We hate it too." Lando assures her while kissing her cheek.

"You need to eat something. Anything. You can't survive off of nothing." Max states standing up to his feet while Lando silently rolls his eyes at the Dutchman.

"Be nice." Y/n whispers as Oscar stands up and offers his hands to help her up which she takes then offering her own to Lando who scoffs shaking his head at the idea of her taking his weight.

Y/n seems to pop at the 3 month mark, not completely but the bump is very obviously a baby bump and while her morning sickness is slowly fizzling out, her gag reflex has a new sensitivity to it.

"You look so beautiful." Oscar smiles he latches her onto her hand while Lando attempts to befriend one of Max's cats and fails. Yet again.

For some reason they really have something against Lando. He's walked away with more injuries than evidence of reciprocated love.

They three men all have stuff to do today and they're all pretty hesitant to leave y/n on her own but she does not want to be dragged around and they seem to be more willing to leave her home alone.

Y/n ends up hugging Oscar after she's brushed her teeth to get rid of the acidic taste in her mouth before Max placed down a plate and she forced down some toast and that's when she asks something of him that he just can't say no to.

“Can you stay here with me?” Y/n asks making Oscar soften a little, very happy he is the one that gets some more one on one time with her.

Both Lando and Max have things they can’t possibly cancel, but Oscar’s plans were a little more pliable to work with changing and she knew that. She also knows that while Lando fusses the most and Max seems to monitor and instruct her the most.

“Of course I can.” Oscar nods with a smile before he kisses her softly.

Both Max and Lando are actually happier leaving her with Oscar staying with her. They each kiss her in their own long and lingering ways, reminding her that they might be leaving her in Oscar’s capable hands but she should not forget about them.

“How are you feeling?” Oscar asks still feeling the lingering guilty of her actually throwing up on his dick before she made a b-line for the bathroom.

“I’m fine, don’t worry.” Y/n assures him tiredly then biting her lip for a moment as she considers her options and Oscar just waits for her to ask whatever it is that she wants. “Can we go back to bed?”

“Yeah, but we’ll have to go to my room. Max’s…will need some clean up later.” Oscar mumbles flushing at his own words as he briefly relives the moment. He picks y/n up and carries her to his room smiling as he places her down and groans lying himself down. “You’re so beautiful.”

Y/n smiles as he wraps an arm around her before he begins rubbing her small bump while she feels her body settling down and relaxing under is touch. She doesn’t take long to pretty much pass out which Oscar attempts to use as an opportunity to get up and clean up the earlier mess. But y/n stirs the moment he tries to remove himself making him move back, not wanting to disturb her sleep at all. He already made her sick so he’s not going to add insult to injury.

-

When Max and Lando come home, y/n proves to suddenly have done a 180 from her earlier attitude for wanting space. Instead she’s very clingy and with Oscar using the chance of her peeling away from him to finally clean up.

“Baby, I gotta pee.” Lando whispers after her refusing to shift from him when he tries to get himself up from the sofa. “Max’s turn.”

Max smiles lightly as she crawls over to him straddling him with her tummy touching his as she tucks her arms around his ribs and nuzzles into his neck while he gently rubs her lower back.

“I love when you’re all cuddly.” Max sighs as she hums and yawns against him. “Still tired baby?”

“I feel like I’ll never not be tired again. If it’s already this hard, how am I meant to get through the rest of the pregnancy?” Y/n groans while Max smiles lightly at her.

“We’ll be there for you through all of it.”

That’s not as comforting as he thinks because she knows they can’t be there as much as she’d like through the third trimester. The due date is for late March when they are kicking off the next season. But realistically they’ll be busy again from February.

“I’m not used to doing things on my own anymore.” Y/n whispers making Max frown. “It’ll be fine. I’m fine.”

“Y/n, we’re gonna do everything we can for all three of us to be here.” Max promises though he knows that really he can’t go as far as promising that they’ll be there because even with a weekend off. They’re not supposed to be home till after Jeddah which is in April.

It’s going to be hard.

Y/n ends up falling asleep on top of Max allowing Max to quietly call in Oscar and Lando to discuss the issue.

“Well unless one of us is going to injure one of the others to such a degree that we’re out multiple races-“ which really isn’t going to happen and they all know as much as they love y/n, none of them are willing to put themselves down as the one to cut their chances out of the championship. “-then it’s going to be nearly impossible.” Oscar sighs looking between then two while Max checks that y/n actually is still asleep.

“We can’t bring her with us. Travelling that far along is a big no-no. It’s just dangerous.” Lando states making them both grumble in agreement.

The three possibly should've considered that baby-trapping her might not be as easy for them as they assume. it would be. Really they just wanted to make sure she would rely on them and now she is, they hadn't thought it all the way through to this point. Not to mention bringing other people in to aid her is a hard thing to decide on because they've hidden this in order to avoid explaining it to their friends and family.

If they suddenly throw a pregnancy into the mix would just create chaos. Parents would question why it was never mentioned, friends would question why they're ok with the possibility of another man being the father.

"Maybe it's time to let y/n bring in someone for herself...Her family have been worried about her for months." Oscar points out making Max and Lando immediately shake their heads.

"Are you insane?" Lando questions actually quite harshly in his wording.

"What?"

"If her family come here, they'll connect the dots pretty quickly when she tells them everything-which she will and then they'll try and charge us for abduction and holding her against her will. Not to mention they'll be horrified she's pregnant." Max lists pointing out that the risk is not worth the reward.

"So we're going to make her give birth alone?" Lando mumbles suddenly realising that's the only conclusion.

"She'll have the midwife and nurses. But we don't have any choice." Max sighs not feeling great about it but sometimes it just has to be done. He looks at the sleeping woman on top of him before he kisses her shoulder.

"She'll be ok. She's strong." Oscar murmurs before he stands up. "I'm gonna hit the gym. Everything from earlier is cleaned up."

"Thank you." Lando nods since it was on his bed that it happened.

"I'd still suggest letting it dry off and air out for a night or two." Oscar smiles patting the Brit's shoulder before he leaves.

Max waits for a moment before Oscar is gone then he looks at Lando.

"You ok?" Max questions earning a nod from Lando. "Don't go fucking things up now.

"I'm good. It's going to be fine." Lando nods then sighing as he picks up his phone. "I think I'm going to order us food tonight. I don't want to stick to the diet-and I'm going out to get some more kinder. Y/n ate our stash yesterday."

-

"I think it's going to be a boy." Y/n states as Lando helps dress y/n for bed, putting a t-shirt over her head.

"You think?" Lando smiles earning a nod from her while he gently cups her face and kisses her softly. "So long as they're healthy. That's all that matters to me."

"That's a boring answer." Max comments passing them while y/n laughs at him. "I agree, it's gonna be a boy."

"You think?" Y/n grins moving to stand with the Dutchman who promptly guides her to lie down on the bed. "Why do you think so?"

"I trust your intuition." Max shrugs watching her melt at his softly spoken words. "But I do agree with Lando for the sentiment."

Y/n hums before she pats either side of her and then frowns.

"Where's Oscar?" Y/n questions making the Aussie jog in scrubbing his hair with a towel.

"I was in the shower, sorry." Oscar smiles then climbing into the bed with them.

Y/n had been worried about Oscar being too harsh on himself for making her sick. It wasn't his fault and the poor man took the brunt of it when he was the first victim of it. But he seems ok, even if they've all seemed a little off since she woke up from falling on top of Max.

She's probably just overthinking it.

"I love your hair." Y/n whispers playing with Lando's curls while he grins at her then launches forward seeming to attack her with kisses. "Ah! Ok. Ok. We're meant to be going to sleep."

"Not sorry." Lando grins before finally settling down.

Max places a much softer kiss on the back of her neck before moving back so Oscar can lie as the middle man making y/n roll over, being aided by Lando who makes sure she is lying on her side since he's discovered she's really not supposed to lie on her back. Even if she argued it's a little early to be concerned about such a thing.

"I love you guys."

"We love you too." Oscar whispers making the young woman smile and settle against him as she arm reaches around so she's making sure to be touching all three in some form.

[joannaln4]

only angel - ʟɴ⁴

the one where lando's best friend finally admits she's not the most experienced in the bedroom - and that's all it takes to flip their innocent dynamic.

part two | part three | part four | part five | part six | part seven | part eight | part nine | part ten

contains; fluff, soft dom!lando, nsfw, smut; clitoral stimulation, implied masturbation, implied squirting, praise kink, mentions of fingering; inexperienced!femoc, talks of loss of virginity, swearing.

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angelic rays of sunlight beamed in through the open windows of a monaco apartment, illuminating the body splayed out on the tangled white sheets of a large bed. it was summer, the air smelt of salt and ice cream, the clouds were nowhere to be seen, and the gentle breeze floated through the crisp air like a melody.

the softest of groans escaped her lips as she rolled away from the very thing that had woken her, and in her slightly hungover state, she had failed to notice how close she was to the edge of her moderately high bed.

thud!

"fuck," lily groaned, laying on the floor in a puddle of last night's carelessly discarded clothes.

footsteps echoed around the apartment, sounding like they were getting closer but she couldn't tell if it was just her throbbing head making things up. lily took a moment to glance downward, feeling a little cold at the loss of her duvet. she was wearing a bra - ew, why had she slept in a bra? - and her underwear was still on, albeit a little lower than what would be considered modest.

she gently pulled them up and managed to drag herself to her feet, and of course, this is when her door swung open. there he was - the reason for her hungover state - in all his glory, looking too good for this time in the morning.

"i heard a bang, are you okay?" lando asked, tilting his head at the girl, who looked a little dishevelled and very tired.

"fell out of bed." she murmured. "i hate you."

"how is it my fault that you fell out of bed?" he retorted, scrunching his face up in the same way he always did.

"because you got me drunk, and now i'm hungover, you twat." she huffed, picking up the clothes on the floor and tossing them into her laundry basket, not bothered by her lack of clothing in front of him.

"oh, get over yourself." lando rolled his eyes with a playful grin.

her response was a grumpy middle finger and she shooed him out of her bedroom, mumbling something about a beauty sleep and how men are so annoying - so lando just left her to it.

in all honesty, his mind had been running at a million miles an hour all morning - reeling from something lily had so casually mentioned last night.

"hey, i'm not a slut!" she slurred, in the cutest way possible.

a joking comment had been made by one of her closest friends, alexandra, about how her dress was a little slutty, and in all honesty it was. alex knew she could say these things to lily because well, they had been best friends before lily even knew who lando was... so a long time.

"if anything, i'm the opposite of a slut." lily giggled softly, leaning back into lando, his arm was draped over her shoulders. "harry and i never had sex anyway and-"

before she could elaborate, their friends returned with the next round of drinks, and the topic of conversation switched rapidly.

surely not.

harry and lily had dated for five years, from when she was sixteen, until she was twenty-one. their relationship was great, until new years' eve of twenty-nineteen came around. lily was well aware that harry was growing impatient with her. harry wanted sex, lily didn't feel she was ready yet. it's not that she felt pressured, but that she wanted to please him, so here she was. to cut a long and slightly traumatic story short, lily had gotten scared as harry was unzipping his jeans - and literally ran away.

somehow, the couple didn't break up for another two years - but the real reason behind that was that once harry realised he wasn't going to be - in his words - 'hitting it' any time soon, he found release in the grasp of some girl he went to college with in maranello. he cheated on lily for two years, and she didn't suspect a thing until he came to visit her after the covid lockdown.

they'd gone out for lunch, and harry had let it slip that he'd had to buy plan b pills recently - and well, that was the end of that.

now, it was news to lando that she and harry hadn't ever gotten intimate with each other - and well, he knew she hadn't brought anyone back to their apartment in time they'd been living together, but surely she'd been getting laid elsewhere.

it would make sense in some ways though. he always noticed how she'd flush a pretty pink colour when ever his hand lingered on her waist, how she'd look undoubtedly flustered whenever his gaze was trained on her, and how she'd become increasingly uncomfortable when a sex scene played in a movie they were watching.

surely not though, right?

lando's dangerous train of thought was interrupted by the soft thudding of footsteps travelling to his ears. his head snapped up to the girl rubbing her eyes, stood groggily behind the couch he was sat on.

"i thought you were having your beauty sleep?" lando teased, raising his eyebrows at the brunette girl, now dressed in the quadrant rugby shirt he had exclusively gifted her in january.

"couldn't sleep, my head hurts too bad." she mumbled, rolling her eyes at his teasing comment. "why do i let you get me drunk?"

"because you love me, duh." he responded, somewhat sassily, making a quiet laugh tumble from her lips.

"whatever, norris." she breathed out, walking over to the kitchen and grabbing some aspirin out of the cupboard below the sink.

she downed two pills along with a cold glass of water, wincing as she felt the cold liquid travel down to her stomach. lando's gaze was lingering, like it usually did - the way her throat bobbed as she swallowed, the way she squeezed her eyes shut and clenched her jaw as the pills were taken down in her pretty mouth - she was just so... enticing.

"come here." lando beckoned softly, gesturing for her to come lay with him. "you can nap here if you want."

"please." she groaned softly, plopping down on the couch next to me and immediately resting her head on his lap.

he noticed the goosebumps rippling across her skin, wondering whether he was causing them, or it was because she was cold. he went with the latter, and pulled the wool blanket on the armrest over her body.

"thankyou." lily murmured, reaching up for his hand to hold, innocently craving some physical touch.

he gently entwined their fingers, caressing her hand with his large thumb. within about three or four minutes, lily had drifted off into a sweet slumber, snuggling into lando's warmth.

...

it had been driving lando quite literally insane all day.

he didn't have the courage to straight up ask her if she was a virgin or not, so here he was, dancing around the question like a fucking tap dancer.

"so you and harry?" lando said quietly, almost praying that she wouldn't hear him.

her head snapped up from her phone, eyebrows knitted together in a confused frown. "yes?"

"well, i mean you never really told about why he's made you not want to date anyone." lando shrugged, his tone seeming a little apprehensive, not wanting to strike a nerve. "like i know he cheated on you, but was that the only thing?"

"um..." she pursed her lips, a little gobsmacked that he was even bringing up the subject of harry, a typically sore topic for her - but she answered nonetheless. "he always pushed me for sex, and... i wasn't ready back then."

"he didn't... did he?" the pause in lando's words made it clear what he meant.

"oh god, no, nothing like that, don't worry." lily shook her head quickly. "but we were like so close to doing it once, and i got scared - then he kind of just... never tried again."

"oh." oh? ask her the question, dumbass. "so... you didn't lose your virginity to him then?"

"no," the brunette shook her head softly.

"when did you lose it then?" lando said quickly, the words falling from his mouth before he even registered the question.

lily went what only can be described as crimson. it's not that she was embarrassed - well, actually she was. lily thought it was a bad thing - she was a literal model, and at the grand age of twenty-three, she still hadn't lost her v-card.

she hesitated, before murmuring, "i- uh... i haven't."

"oh." do you really not have anything better to say, dipshit?

"yeah." she pursed her lips once more, averting her gaze to an inanimate object somewhere in the room.

"do you want to?" lando himself now had no idea where this was going, he was kind of just rolling with whatever fell out of his mouth now.

"of course i do." she huffed. "it's just... i don't want to lose it to some random guy i meet on raya or some shit. and i feel like it's going to put people off, like they're going to think something is wrong with me."

a soft frown made its way onto lando's face, and he shook his head.

"nothing is wrong with you, lily." the brit reassured her. "don't ever think that there's something wrong with you because you weren't ready for sex when someone pushed you for it."

she fell quiet, taking in his words gratefully, looking down at her hands in her lap.

"anyway, i'd rather have some experience before i launch myself into dating again." she admitted, glancing up at lando to gage his reaction - she wasn't really sure what she was suggesting, but she wanted to see what lando thought of it. "but i just... don't know where to get said experience."

lando contemplated, trying to decide whether he should just offer himself up on a platter or not. in all honesty, the thought of her dating anyone else made him feel physically nauseous, let alone the new knowledge that she'd be letting someone else be her first - that made him want to die in a puddle of his own tears.

"well..." he began, his words trailing off. "i could always um... help you out."

she slowly lifted her head up, looking at him with a dazed expression, not sure if she'd heard him right. "what?"

"i wouldn't mind uh.. helping you gain some experience." lando repeated, a little more confident from seeing the dazed look in her eyes. "teach you what us guys like, teach you what you like."

lily blinked at her best friend, furrowing her eyebrows. "really?"

"if you'd be up for it, yeah." he nodded, leaning back against the couch a little more. "and we'd go slow, promise. we can take it at whatever pace you'd like, sweetheart."

the way he called her 'sweetheart' made her inner thighs tingle and heat pool in her lower tummy. she simply nodded, too in shock from this agreement they'd just made - was she really going to fuck her best friend in the somewhat near future?

"words, come on." he said slowly, gesturing for her to come to him on the other side of the couch.

"yeah, yeah." she breathed out, getting up and walking to him. "i want that."

"sit." he patted his lap, and she just stared, doe-eyed.

he chuckled softly, leaning up and grabbing her hips, pulling her down on his lap so she was straddling him, her face now at a level height with him.

"is this okay?" he murmured softly, pushing her hair behind her shoulder, mapping out all the places he wanted to kiss her.

"yeah," she breathed out. "i'll tell you if it's not."

"atta' girl." he praised softly, and could have whined at his words.

okay, so lando hadn't even touched her and he'd already discovered she had a praise kink - a good start.

instead of whining, her breath hitched and her cheeks flushed once again, earning a soft smirk from lando as he traced his index finger over her jawline.

"can i kiss you, pretty girl?" lando asked softly, now cupping her jaw with one hand, and drawing circles on her tummy with the other.

it's like her whole world stopped, that sentence was like music to her ears.

"yeah." she breathed out, eyes flicking over the drop-dead gorgeous features on his tanned face.

usually, lando was a sucker for rough sex, fast and hard. but, while he knew he had to be gentle with her - something else about her just made him want to treat her like glass. he wanted her to fall apart in his arms, but in the most loving and delicate way possible.

so, he leant in, his head a little tilted, briefly brushing their noses together before softly connecting their lips. her breath hitched and he could feel her body melting into his, the delicious weight of her feather-light body deepening into his lap. and that wasn't the only thing changing in his lap.

his cock was hard, painfully hard already. he was pathetic, he had literally only just kissed the girl and he was about ready to cum in his boxers.

the kisses were soft and delicate, tongue involved but it wasn't like he was about to devour her whole. he gently pried her legs apart a little further with his free hand, the one previously tracing circles onto her abdomen.

the most angelic of moans left her lips, and she seemed a little shocked, the movement of her lips faltering briefly. he opened his eyes, tilting her head back with the hand on her jaw, beginning his toe-curling attack on her neck. he nipped at the sensitive skin gently, soothing the area with his lips shortly after - repeating those actions had her a wet mess in his lap within minutes.

she was whining, whimpering, pleading with him to just do something, anything, everything.

lily's pretty pink lips were parted as soft, airy moans tumbled from her lips, her head still tilted back as he peppered kisses across all the right spots. his fingers were toying at the edge of her underwear in between her legs, relishing in the dampness coating his fingertips - she was soaked, the warm liquid coating the crease of her inner thighs.

he pulled his head away from her neck briefly, gazing at her for permission, earning a needy yes from the angel on top of him.

"wanna hear you, okay?" he told her gently, knowing that as this was her first time, she'd be more likely to hold back her pretty noises.

she nodded, biting her lower lip as her breathing turned a little more rapid and a little more shallow.

"good girl." he praised once more, and the heat rolled up her body once more.

lando slid his fingers underneath her panties, bunching them and pushing them to the side. her hips jolted a little as his knuckles brushed over her dripping folds, and he could have groaned at how sensitive the girl was.

"relax." he murmured softly, flicking his stare back up at her face.

he slid his index finger in between her folds, coating his thick fingers with her sweet juices. his jaw fell a little agape as he gaged just how wet she was.

"fucking hell," he murmured, but it fell on deaf ears, lily too focused on relaxing - her lower lip pulled between her teeth and her eyes fluttered closed.

he slid his ring finger beside his index, parting her folds and dragging his middle finger up and down her sensitive cunt.

the urge to just slip his fingers inside of her and make her cum until she couldn't speak was almost irresistible, almost.

he let her get used to the feeling, before switching his singular middle finger for the pad of his thumb, which he pressed directly against her clit.

"fuuuuck-" she moaned out, eyebrows arching as she tossed her head back. "so good- shit-"

lando just admired her as he slowly traced circles and figures of eights on her sensitive bundle of nerves - the most needy moans now falling from her lips frequently, the volume increasing in tandem with the speed of his thumb.

he increased the pressure and she doubled over into his body, pressing her head into his shoulder and biting down on his skin gently - earning a soft noise from him.

"lando- god-" she whined, moaning out his name like a fucking prayer.

he rubbed her back soothingly with his free hand, while increasing the speed of his thumb once more. her entire body was buzzing, bubbling with anticipation of the rapidly incoming orgasm. her lower abdomen was coiled tight, ready to snap at any moment now.

one particularly rough flick of her clit sent her spiralling, her thighs beginning to shake softly around him as she came, hard. sweet liquid gushed all over his hand as she moaned and whimpered his name loudly, coating his fingers as he slowed his movements to coax her through her intense orgasm. it was pure fucking bliss.

lily panted slowly into his neck, her head reeling from the best thing she'd ever felt in her entire life.

"you okay, baby?" lando asked quietly, pressing a soft kiss to her neck.

"fucking hell." she breathed out. "yeah, i'm good, so good."

he chuckled softly, looking at the seemingly-spent girl in his arms. he didn't want to push her any further today, she looked like she was going to fall asleep right there and then.

"come on, let's get you to bed." lando cooed softly, lifting her up from the couch and walking lily to her bedroom.

fuck, he was going to need a cold shower after that.

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hello! this is my first official series, and i'm super excited about it! i don't have a name for it so feel free to suggest, and any comments in general are appreciated :)

[joannaln4]

DREAMS lando norris pt.2 When your childhood bestfriend Flo had convinced you to get the fashion design job at her brother's company Quadrant, it finally paid off when Louis Vuitton was announced as the new sponsor for F1.

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The Louis Vuitton event was everything it was supposed to be—elegant, high-profile, filled with models, designers, and A-list athletes. You had been to fashion events before, but this was different. The merging of fashion and motorsport brought a unique energy, an almost surreal overlap of two worlds you hadn’t expected to be a part of at the same time.

You kept yourself busy, moving between conversations with your colleagues at Louis Vuitton, small talk, strategic networking, and answering questions about the collection. Lando had been doing his own thing—flashing smiles for the cameras, entertaining sponsors, talking to reporters, and a rotation of beautiful women.

You didn’t interact much throughout the night. Still, you were aware of him, it was impossible not to be in the suit you styled him in. You knew you had done a good job.

Until you heard your name.

The interviewer was smiling, microphone angled toward Lando as cameras recorded. 

"Yeah, the partnership with Louis Vuitton is great. But not only that, this outfit is styled by my sister’s best friend, which makes it extra special," Lando said smoothly, the perfect PR-trained answer. "Means a lot to me to be working together—first at Quadrant and now here at Louis Vuitton."

You stilled.

It wasn’t just what he said—it was how he said it. Like it was some full-circle, sentimental thing. Like he had ever said something like that to you before. As if you had actually personally worked together at Quadrant. It annoyed you, making your professional work sound like something personal and intimate, reserved for him, as if you hadn’t styled some of the other drivers with the same attention.

You turned away, ignoring the weird mix of irritation and something heavier sitting in your chest. You weren’t going to let it get to you.

And you hadn’t planned on saying anything.

But when the event was wrapping up and you were back at the hotel, by some cruel twist of fate, you ended up in the elevator together. Just the two of you, the hum of the lift filling the silence as the doors slid shut.

Lando leaned back against the mirrored wall, hands in his pockets, looking unbothered as ever. You had to say something. 

"What was that all about?" you asked, breaking the silence.

He glanced at you, feigning innocence. "What are you talking about?"

You gave him a look. "That perfect little PR answer."

He smirked slightly. "Thought you’d appreciate the shoutout."

You folded your arms, unimpressed. "You’ve never said anything like that to me before."

"Didn’t know you wanted me to, the media has given you enough attention." he shot back, tilting his head.

You huffed a laugh, shaking your head. "Right, cause that’s all I care about."

Lando turned, arms folding over his chest. "What’s the problem? It was a nice answer."

"That’s not the point."

"Then what is?"

You didn’t have an immediate response, which only made his smirk widen.

The elevator doors slid open, and before you could walk out, his voice stopped you.

"Anyway," he drawled, walking towards the door. "Thanks for the nice outfit, it was great, should’ve asked you to style me sooner.’’ he stretched his arms above his head, yawning.  ‘’Can’t wait to take it off though. Looking good is exhausting, sweet dreams stylist" 

You rolled your eyes without a response, walking to your room annoyed that it had gotten to you.

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The second night of the Louis Vuitton x F1 launch was in full swing, luxury and motorsport merging under glittering lights. You kept to your side of the event, mingling with the LV team and ensuring the drivers looked sharp.

You barely interacted with Lando after yesterday, just the occasional glance across the room to admire the suit you had picked out for him tonight.

Then, as if sensing your thoughts, your phone buzzed.

Lando: Where are you?

You frowned, typing back.

You: At the event, obviously.

Lando: Need you. Now.

Your heartbeat kicked up. You glanced around, trying to spot him, but he wasn’t in sight.

You: What? Why?

No response.

Then another buzz.

Lando: Toilets. Back hallway. Please.

Your stomach twisted. Without thinking too much, you slipped away from the crowd, making your way toward the hallway. You pushed open the door to the private restroom area, and there he was—leaning against the sink, looking both frustrated and amused.

“What’s wrong?” you asked, shutting the door behind you.

Lando exhaled sharply, tugging at the waistband of his pants. “Zipper broke.”

You stared at him. “Are you serious?”

“No, I’m making it up for fun,” he deadpanned. “Yes, I’m serious.”

Your eyes narrowed, stepping closer. “A Louis Vuitton zipper doesn’t just break.”

Lando hesitated. Just for a second.

It was quick, but you caught it. And suddenly, the situation felt… off.

You crossed your arms. “What exactly were you doing before this broke?”

Lando’s expression didn’t change, but you knew him well enough to catch the shift—the slight smirk, the too-casual way he leaned back.

“Are you implying something?” he asked, voice teasing.

You raised a brow. “I don’t know. Am I?”

His grin widened, but he didn’t answer.

Your stomach twisted, an irrational frustration bubbling up. Why did you care? It wasn’t your business what—or who—he was doing before this event. But the thought of him slipping away with someone, being careless enough to mess up his suit right before stepping out onto the carpet, annoyed you more than it should have.

“Forget it,” you muttered, stepping closer. “Just—hold still.”

Lando’s smirk lingered, but he obeyed, shifting just enough to give you better access.

You knelt down, fingers adjusting the fabric quickly. The problem itself wasn’t as bad as he made it sound—it was a minor snag, nothing you couldn’t handle. But the proximity was dangerous. Your fingers moved with careful precision, but it was impossible not to graze the warm skin beneath the waistband. You could feel the way Lando barely shifted, his breath steady but controlled, like he was making an effort not to react.

“Not bad at this, are you?” Lando murmured, voice lower than before.

You didn’t respond. You just focused, ignoring the way his muscles tensed when your fingers brushed against him.

Finally, with one last tug, you straightened. “There. Fixed.” 

Lando glanced down, then back up at you. Neither of you moved.

The air shifted.

And then, before you could think too hard about it, he leaned in.

His lips met yours, firm and insistent. It was messy, rushed, like neither of you had planned for this but couldn’t stop it either. You barely had time to react before you were kissing him back. His hand slid to the small of your back, pressing you into him like he was afraid you’d slip away if he didn’t hold on.

Then, as suddenly as it started, you pulled back.

Breathless.

Lando exhaled, eyes flickering over your face, searching. “Well,” he murmured. “That’s one way to handle a wardrobe malfunction.”

You stared at him, your own breath unsteady.

What the hell just happened?

WN: Hope you guys like it! Let me know!

tl: @freyathehuntress

[joannaln4]

deal - cl16 (48/?)

Pairing: Charles Leclerc x Reader

Series Summary: Your whole life has gone to shit. Your boyfriend broke up with you, you just lost your job and the Monegasque, who suddenly stands in your doorway, claims that it’s his apartment.

Chapter Summary: Time to say goodbye.

Warnings: 18+ (fingering, boob sucking, slight anal play, mentions of sex), fluffy fluff

Word Count: 3.4k

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A/N: thank you all for your patience and kind words. I don't know what I'd do without you. I promise I'll be better in the future. I love you. feedback is appreciated.

The first thing you feel is the warm embrace and warm hands brushing through your hair. Still half asleep, you feel the gentle pressure on your head, and Charles slowly and lovingly scratches your scalp as if he wants to wake you up gently. 

Your eyes open just a crack before you decide to close them again and take a deep breath. Charles' chest is against your back, the heat of his skin burning through the shirt you're wearing. His arm is wrapped tightly around your middle and he's lying so close to you, with his head on your pillow and your legs entwined, that you don't know where your body ends and his begins. 

His touch is so familiar, so gentle and reassuring that you would almost fall asleep again if he didn't whisper in your ear.

“Good morning,” he breathes into your shoulder, his lips brushing your naked skin. His hand, which is not running through your hair, slowly slides under your shirt to press you even closer to him. ”How did you sleep, mon amour?”

You take a deep breath and snuggle closer to him. “Not long enough,” you reply in a sleepy voice. Tired, you stretch your head in his direction so that he can continue to massage your scalp. “Have you been awake for long?”

He shakes his head slightly. “Not too long,” he replies, weaving his fingers through your hair. “But long enough to enjoy your company before I have to get up and pack my bags.” He presses his nose against your cheek before gently kissing your temple. 

You smile sleepily. “How about you? How did you sleep?”

Slowly, his hand moves up from your belly, his thumb gently stroking the curve of your breast, while his fingers linger on your ribs. “I dreamt of you,” he answers softly, his lips on your neck. He presses his hips against your ass so you can feel his erection. 

Oh, boy. 

Your pussy throbs as he nibs at the soft skin of your neck. You gasp silently, arching towards him. “And what exactly did you dream?” You reach out and grab his hair to press his face against you. 

His fingers on your ribs spread and move to your bare chest. “You and me. At training camp,” he begins to describe his dream, while his thumb and index finger gently roll your nipple. 

Slightly confused, you turn your head in his direction, your noses nudging each other. “At training camp? Please don't tell me we actually went through your training schedule there.

His green eyes sparkle in the morning light. His hand moves a little further and turns you completely around to face him, his fingers grasp the flesh of your thigh and pull it over his hip so that he can press his hard-on against your barely-clad heat. “Don't worry, mon amour,” he breathes. “We didn't follow my training schedule. But –”

“But what?” You put your hand on his cheek, the stubble pleasantly scratching the palm of your hand. You curl your leg a little tighter around his waist. 

A grin spreads across his beautiful face. “We were still physically active,” he admits, sliding his hand higher up your leg, under the hem of his boxer briefs, which you are wearing. Charles leans forward a bit and kisses the tip of your nose, your cheek, your neck. His teeth brush against your pulse and goosebumps spread across your body. 

Heat rises to your cheeks as his fingers trail over your ass, as if it were the most natural movement in the world. As if you had been a couple for ages. His touch is so familiar that you practically melt away. 

You can't even imagine what the next few days would be like without him. What you're supposed to do here without him, without your roommate. Without your best friend. Without the man you love. 

As his fingers slide between your thighs and he gently brushes his fingertips against your lips before gently rubbing your bundle of nerves, so making you whimper, the alarm on his cell phone goes off. Grumbling and annoyed, he pulls his hand out of your pants before licking his fingers briefly and rolling onto his back. He reaches back to turn off the alarm. Sighing, he grabs you and pulls you onto him. 

Surprised and aroused, you look down at him. “What –”

“I don't want to get up,” he complains, wrapping his arms around your back so that you couldn't get off him even if you wanted to. Which will never be the case in your life. Hell will freeze over before you voluntarily let go of Charles. ”Can't we just lie here and pretend the alarm never went off?”

Your head is on his neck, where you leave feather-light kisses on his warm skin. “That would be nice,” you agree with him and reach out to run your hand through his hair. 

Charles groans softly. “We can pretend, you know? I just don't go to training camp and we both spend the next few days together here, only leaving the bed when we have to, and we don't have to go without each other for a long, miserable time. And then we can go to Kika's New Year's party together instead of only seeing each other there.”

You giggle. “Sounds like a solid plan,” you reply quietly. “But I'm afraid that at some point you gave Andrea a key to this apartment and he would definitely be standing in front of our bed if you weren't standing downstairs on time with your things, dressed and ready to leave.”

His arms tighten around you. “Our bed?” He asks with a grin and raised eyebrows. 

The heat rises to your cheeks again. “Well, you said that you – that we –” You take a deep breath. “You said that we wouldn't sleep apart anymore. And so I thought –”

“I'm only messing with you,“ he smiles and kisses your forehead. ‘This is our bed. In our bedroom. In our apartment," he assures you and lets his fingers slide under your shirt again. Warm fingertips gently press into your spine, eliciting a soft sigh from you. You feel his hard and demanding bulge twitching against your stomach. “I'm sorry.”

“It's okay.“ You kiss his neck one last time before sitting up. His arms come off you and fall at his side, while your knees press into the mattress next to his hips as you sit up. ”Come on.” You reach for his hand and pull him into a sitting position as well. ”You have to get up.”

Immediately, his arms wrap around your torso again, pressing you against him and positioning you so that your legs can wrap around his hips. You sit straddling his lap and feel his boner against your pussy as his hands roam over your heated body again. 

“I don't want to get up,” he repeats as he leans forward and begins to nibble on your neck. As his lips reach your pulse and he gently sucks on your skin there, you involuntarily rub against him. 

“Charles,” you breathe, hands on his naked shoulders, fingernails digging into his back as he begins rocking you back and forth. ”You have to.”

His fingers grasp the hem of your shirt and without thinking, you raise your arms so that he can pull it over your head. “Says who?” he asks, raising his eyebrow as he throws the garment on the floor. He pulls you close again, fingers sliding into your briefs and kneading your ass as his lips glide hotly across your front. 

Your fingers dig into his hair as his mouth closes around your nipple and he begins to suck. “Oh fuck,” you moan, pressing his face closer to you as you arch towards him. His hands slide deeper into your boxer shorts, digging into your flesh and spreading you a little further for him. “Charles.”

Your best friend lets go of your nipple, but only to suck a hickey into the soft skin next to it. “I know.” As the spot darkens, his mouth slides further and his lips close around your other tit, coaxing another gasp from your lips. His sucks hard, making your head reel and arousal pool in your boxer briefs. 

One of his hands slides lower, fingertips circling your clit before lazily rubbing. You twitch in his hold, your pussy still sensitive from the orgasms he gave you last night, but you couldn’t care less in this moment. You buck your hips into his hand as his fingers close around your nub, toying with it like they did with your nipple a few minutes ago. 

Sparks run through your veins, setting you on fire, burning you to ashes at his touch. 

„My girl“, he moans against your tit, tongue flicking against the bud before sucking again. When you twitch once more, legs trembling slightly, he moves his fingers away from your clit. 

„No, please“, you whine in protest, wanting him closer, wanting more. Wanting him. 

Charles looks up at you, pupils blown and the green almost vanished from his eyes. „Please what? You’re too sensitive, mon amour“, he teases you, fingers sliding further, collecting your juices. When you slightly wince at the overstimulation when he pushes his fingers inside, he kisses your tit, bevore gently biting your neck. „It’s okay. I know what you need.“

He keeps his fingers buried inside you, gently massaging your walls and rubbing against that sweet spot that has you seeing stars, while his other hand catches your slickness thats dribbling out of you. They move up, wedging themselves between your ass cheeks and carefully circling your other hole, wetting it slightly. 

Your brain short-circuits as you realize his intentions. Your head lulls against his shoulder, eyes closed as you huff out hot breaths against his skin. „Charles.“

„Tell me to stop and I will“, he whispers, his clothed erection rubbing against your clit. „I promise.“ 

You weakly shake your head. „Want you“, you whine, moving your hips back slightly against his hand, against his fingers. „Want all of you.“

„You have me“, he promises quietly, almost inaudibly. „You have all of me.“ 

You want to kill somebody when his alarm goes off again. 

With a defeated sigh Charles pulls his hands out of your briefs while you go and grab his phone, turning the alarm off once more. You reluctantly slide off his lap, annoyed that he actually has to get up and ready and pack his bags. 

He looks at you apologetically and kisses your cheek. „I’m sorry, mon amour. Next time“, he smiles slightly before getting up from the bed, sticking his hand in his boxers to squeeze his dick once like it’s normal for you to see that. He then grabs a few things and leaves your shared bedroom while you fall down back onto the bed, staring at the ceiling. 

Since when have you been so open to sex that you don't even mind what almost happened? When you were with Raphael, you didn't even change in front of him – not even after you had been together for a while. And now you're lying here in the bed you share with your best friend, letting him touch you and even reaching out to him when he rubbed your  –

Sighing, you grab a pillow and press it to your face.

How pathetic do you want to be? A virgin who is in love with her best friend, who certainly doesn't feel the same way about you, but with whom you still share a bed and even allow him to touch you?

There's no way you would have let Raphael touch you like that. But Charles isn't Raphael, so you push your thoughts aside.

Being with Charles feels natural, as if you were made to be by his side. It's so easy, even though somewhere inside you still have this queasy feeling that if you let it continue, it won't end well.

But how could it not end well if it feels so good?

“What are you doing?” Charles asks when he returns to the bedroom. He grabs the pillow on your face and puts it aside. He smiles down at you. "You're not trying to suffocate yourself, are you? It's just a few days that you have to get along without me," he jokes, grinning, and takes three steps back as you throw the pillow in his direction.

“You're unbelievable, “ you say and roll your eyes, but you can't suppress your own smile. You watch him pack some sports clothes into a large bag. ”Do you really not have much time to talk to me on the phone?”

Charles, who is folding two T-shirts and putting them neatly in the side of the bag, apparently hears the disappointed tone in your voice, which is why he looks at you and tilts his head to the side. “I know it's not ideal. And I wish it was different,” he begins, sitting down on the edge of the bed. He gently strokes your hair. "I hate leaving you here alone. I hate that my work takes up so much of my free time." He takes a deep breath. ”I hate that you're here waiting for me to come home.”

You take his hand and kiss the back of his hand before interlocking your fingers. The whole thing seems to be weighing on him, which is why you have to be the strong one for both of you at this moment.

You smile at him. “Don't worry. I'll ask Kika if she has time for me over the next few days. After all, I still need a nice dress for New Year's Eve and she sent me a video on Instagram of a shop where you can paint ceramics. And a restaurant where you can have a drink while you're brunching,” you explain. ”I think Pierre is at training too. And then I can help her with the party preparations.”

Your words seem to calm him a little. He presses your hand against his chest. “If you go shopping, take my credit card with you. I don't want you to spend your money when I have so much of it that I don't know what to do with it. You can also go to Maman's. Or Enzo and Charlotte. Or you –” he suggests in quick succession.

You interrupt him. “I'll be fine. You don't need to worry about me,” you assure him with a smile. “And in a few days we'll see each other again and then we'll party like there's no tomorrow on New Year's Eve. What do you think?” You waggle your eyebrows a little, which makes him laugh.

He leans down to you so that your noses touch. “What did I do to deserve you?” He asks quietly and kisses your forehead before straightening up and standing up to pack the rest of his things. He squats on the floor in front of the closet, pulling out clothes that he either puts in his bag or puts back on the shelves.

Since you don't want to bother him, you quietly slip out of bed and get ready for the day, before you text Kika and ask if she would like to go dress shopping for her party today, to which she sends you a two-minute voice message telling you which websites she has already scoured and which stores you should both go to so that you definitely find the best dresses for you.

You are sitting at the kitchen counter, all ready and dressed, eating some fruit when Charles joins you. He reaches around you and grabs a piece of apple, which he slides into his mouth without saying a word, before walking around the kitchen island and making himself a cup of coffee.

“When is Andrea coming?“ you ask him, holding out another piece, which he gratefully accepts.

“He should be here any minute now,” he replies, leaning against the worktop in front of you. “By the way, I was serious when I said that you should take my card and buy yourself a nice dress for New Year's Eve.”

You sigh. “Charles, I – you know I don't feel comfortable accepting this.” Hesitantly, you take a bite of your pear.

“That's true, “ he admits and drinks the rest of his coffee before rinsing the cup in the sink. ”But you also know that I like to use my money to buy you nice things. And what better way to start the new year than with a new dress?”

With you. Naked in our bed. On top of me. Inside me. Telling me how much you love me. 

You swallow hard and immediately push the thought aside. “You better be careful, Charlie. If you keep spending so much money on me, people might think you're my sugar daddy,” you joke, but you can't miss the dark flicker in his eyes.

“Don't worry, mon amour,” he smiles, standing next to you, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear and examining the slight love bite he left on your neck. "You can have my money. I don't need it as long as I have you," he replies quietly and leans down to whisper in your ear. “If you wear a new dress on New Year's Eve but my bank balance hasn't changed by then, we'll spend a lot less time at Kika's party than you'd like,” he warns you. The kiss he gently presses on your temple is soft and loving, in contrast to his tone of voice.

Your breath catches in your throat.

When the doorbell rings, Charles moves away from you. With long strides, he goes to the front door and presses a button so that Andrea can use the elevator. Without saying a word, you follow him into the hallway, where several bags are already waiting to be loaded into a car.

“Good morning,” Andrea greets you both with a smile. He gives you a little kiss on both cheeks before grabbing two bags. "I'm really looking forward to the training camp. This time, I've picked out a few things that are just designed to drive you mad" he grins at the Monegasque, before looking at you. “And don't even think about texting or calling him. Not that your messages would get through somehow, but I think his brain can only focus on one thing at a time and as soon as he thinks of you, I can forget about training.”

“Andrea,” Charles warns his friend sharply, as if he had just revealed one of the biggest secrets in the world.

The trainer laughs. “Don't act like that. I know exactly what's going on here. I'm not blind,” he grins and leans forward to look at you. “Nice hickey, by the way,” he says nonchalantly, turning around and leaving the apartment the way he came in.

And leaving behind two best friends who don't know what to say about it.

Charles is the first to make a sound. He clears his throat. “Um, okay. I have to go, otherwise I'll get in trouble,” he explains and stands in front of you. Hesitantly, he raises his hands and places them on your cheeks to tilt your head back a bit so you can look at him. “I'll miss you.”

You can feel his warm breath on your face, he's that close to you. “I'll miss you too. Send me photos or something when you can. I don't know exactly when you can get on your phone, but when you can – I mean –”

“I promise I'll get in touch with you. Even if it means buying a second cell phone and hiding it from Andrea,” he smiles, stroking your cheekbones with his thumb. ”I don't know how I'll last without you. And especially for several days.”

You shrug helplessly. “I don't know either,” you reply. “But after that, nothing can separate us. Then you won't get rid of me,” you dare to say, your heart beating in your throat. You turn your head and kiss his palm lovingly. “Deal?”

He leans his forehead against yours. ”Deal.”

[joannaln4]

a kids’ fairytale - l.n - p.5

Warnings: single!father, single!mother, swearing, mentions of pregnancy, mentions of sex, anxiety, picking nails/skin, angst, argument, name-calling

Pairing: Lando Norris x fem!reader

Summary: Having a child so young hadn’t exactly been Lando’s idea of a fairytale, but what happened next, well, more suited to his kind of story ✨

A/N - had to add biblically accurate cooties event

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How dare you. How dare you so much as to try and even interact with Lando’s kid after you’d told your son to stop being friends with her.

That’s what Lando was thinking, his hand unnecessarily tight around Honey’s as he marched away from the school to his car, fuming.

“Daddy!” Honey yanked her hand down, to Lando’s surprise.

“You’re hurting me!” she said, wringing her poor wrist, a hint of guilt filling Lando’s expression.

“Sweetheart, I didn’t mean to-,” he started.

“You did! You did mean to! All of it! And now I can’t be friends with Alec anymore because you were so mean to Y/N!” the girl stomped her foot, tears pricking at the corners of her eyes.

“You’re a horrible daddy, I hate you!”

Fuck.

Lando had never deemed himself to be the best father in the world, not even close, but he didn’t expect his own child to…to hate him.

“Honey, this is adult stuff,” Lando said, his jaw set, “Y/N wasn’t being nice, so I had to sort it out,”.

“Yes she was!” Honey said, and holy shit, why did she have to inherit his stubbornness and his attitude?

“She was more of a parent than you were to me-!”

“Honey!” Lando said, not caring that he was getting stares outside his damn car.

“Enough,” he seethed, “she isn’t your mother, and she never will be,”.

“Don’t act like you know what’s happening when you don’t, and don’t you dare be ungrateful,” he snapped.

If this was happening to someone else, Lando would’ve laughed.

Here he was, a fully grown man, getting challenged by a girl who didn’t have half the life experience he did, and hadn’t even left school yet.

“Coz even mama didn’t love you enough to stay,” she muttered under her breath.

And that, out of everything that had happened with you, and with Alec, that was what hurt the most.

Lando was silent for a few seconds.

“Get in the car,” he said, his voice cracking at the end as Honey’s frown melted slightly.

She said nothing, stepping into the car and buckling into her seat as Lando sat in the driver’s seat.

The drive back was silent - Honey staring down at the floor of the car, Lando blinking back the tears that threatened to spill, blurring his vision every now and then.

“Go inside,” Lando handed her the key to the house, no venom in his voice.

Honey took the key, looking back at the car before going inside, the door shutting with a click.

Lando let out a shuddering breath when he was sure she’d gone, resting his forehead onto the steering wheel, squeezing his eyes shut.

He felt like a failure.

A failure as a father, to his daughter, and a failure as a person, to you.

He couldn’t even bring himself to hold them back, the tears spilling down his face.

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You were confused.

And also hurt.

And also angry.

In short, there were a lot of emotions going through your head.

Were you really as bad of a parent as Lando had made you out to be? Alec loved you…didn’t he?

“Mama,” Alec said, “you’re a good mama,” he said, wrapping his arms round your waist as you smiled, the gesture sending butterflies in your stomach.

“You really think so?” you asked, lifting him onto your hip as he nodded.

“A trillion percent,” he said as you smiled. “Getting a bit heavy, aren’t you?” you adjusted his weight on your bone as he giggled, head on your shoulder.

“One day, I’ll pick you up,” he said, as you slung his bag over your free shoulder, walking out the classroom door.

“Yeah, you gonna hold me like this?” you smiled.

“Yeah!”.

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“So,” Honey said, circling around Alec as he whimpered, watching her.

It felt an interrogation.

After all, she had tied him to a basketball pole with a skipping rope, so it wasn’t too far off.

“We want our parents to be friends, so we can be,” she said, as Alec whimpered again, nodding.

“And that means we have to work together,” she said.

Wow, she was really getting into the role.

“Yeah,” he said. “So we need a plan,” Honey said, “and we need to make them be friends or we won’t be anymore,”.

“What about…we just talk to them and see if they’re willing to do it? For us?” she asked, clasping her hands together, as Alec nodded.

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“Mama,” Alec said, peeking into your office as you looked up, a smile on your face.

“Hey darling,” you grinned, letting him in as he clambered onto your lap. He was silent for a few seconds.

“Are you and Lando gonna be friends?” he asked, your body tensing slightly.

“No, baby, he lied to me,” you said, “a lot,”.

“But-,” he started as you shook your head. “No buts, darling,” you said softly.

“I appreciate you trying to help, but this is adult stuff, so it doesn’t concern cute little things like you,” you kissed his nose, setting him down as he pouted.

Mission: Failed.

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“I did everything you said,” Alec said, as Honey nodded.

Their little mission had worked both way - Lando has told Honey it wasn’t her place to make him be friends with you, just as you had to Alec.

“I know you did,” she said, “it’s just Daddy’s way too silly to understand he’s wrong,” she stomped her foot.

“What else can we do?” she said, more to herself.

“Maybe…maybe we could trick them into meeting up?” he said, cocking his head.

Honey ignored him.

“What if we can trick them into meeting up?!” she said, as if she’d had a big revelation and Alec hadn’t just said it.

“Yeah, I just said that,” he mumbled, which she ignored again.

“I’m so smart, right Alec?!” she asked as the boy merely.

“We’ll plan tomorrow lunch time!” she said victoriously, rushing away.

“Hon- Honey!” Alec whined, looking to the skipping rope.

“Oh right,” she said, “I didn’t even tie it, I don’t know how to tie knots,”.

Alec blinked. Then he stood up, the skipping rope - which she’d just wrapped round him, falling to the floor.

Not his finest moment.

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“Alec,” Honey rolled her eyes, hands on her hips as the boy cowered slightly.

“I’m must scared she might say no,” he said, as she groaned, shaking her head. “Nuh uh!” she said, “just do it, she’ll say yes to you,”.

“What’s the plan again?” Alec said.

The pair of them were stood in the middle of the playground at lunch, Honey looking very intimidating and Alec looking very intimidated.

“Ughhh,” she whined, “you go home and you tell your mama you want pizza and you make her take you to the pizzeria,” she said as Alec nodded, mentally taking note.

“And then you make her come at 7pm coz I said so,” Honey said, “and then my daddy will come after coz, well, he’s always late,”.

“So…pizzeria…7pm,” he nodded, “got it,”.

“Don’t mess this up, Alec,” Honey said, “our friendship might go if you do,”.

Oh god, not more pressure on the poor boy.

He whimpered, nodding as he clasped and unclasped his hands, clearly petrified of messing it up.

“It’s fine,” Honey said, her voice much softer, “if we mess it up, we’ll try again,” she said, hugging the boy as he nodded, melting into her embrace.

“Ew, Honey just gave Alec cooties!” a voice came from behind the pair of the children.

“Shut up!” Honey said, rolling her eyes as Alec laughed.

At least, at the end of the day, he still had Honey and her loud mouth at his side.

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“Daddy,” Honey whined, “I want pizza,”.

Lando looked up from his phone, red circles still round his eyes from yesterday.

“We can order some,” Lando said, swiping away Instagram as she pouted. “No!” she said, “I want to go out and have it,” she said as Lando sighed.

“You wanna go out?” he asked, his voice soft.

He felt like he was treading on thin ice after yesterday, careful not to hurt his daughter anymore than he already had.

“Yeah, we haven’t gone out for ages,” she said.

“If you really want,” Lando sighed, watching as his daughter’s face lit up. At least he was the reason for her smile…along with her tears.

“7 O’Clock?” she asked, grinning like a mad-girl as Lando hummed.

“Pushing it, you have school tomorrow,” he said, temporarily jumping into his stern father boots.

“Daddy,” Honey said.

“Okay, okay, fine, 7pm it is,”.

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seasons lando norris x fewtrell sister pt. 10 - 24 december 2025

pt.1 pt.2 pt.3 pt.4 pt.5 pt.6 pt.7 pt.8 pt.9

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The morning after felt surreal, but there was no time to process it. Lando had to leave early for a McLaren training camp. You remembered him mentioning it in passing, not thinking too much about it, but now the timing felt cruel. You had barely opened your eyes when you heard him moving around the room.

His hoodie was already on, his bag slung over his shoulder. He glanced at you as he pulled the zipper closed, his expression unreadable. He moved towards the bed, kissing your forehead as if that was the most normal thing to do. 

“Morning,” he said, voice rough.

“Morning,” you replied, suddenly hyperaware of the intimacy between you.

“You’re leaving already?” you asked, your voice still raspy from sleep.

“Yeah,” He looked at the door briefly, his hand reaching out to brush a strand of hair from your face.

“See you at the lodge yeah?” He said standing up ‘’We’ll talk’’

Before you could respond, he stepped back, offering you a small smile. “Don’t overthink it, okay?”

You nodded, but your mind was already racing.

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The ski trip was early this year, with everyone’s conflicting schedules, it fell during Christmas and New Years again, like old times. It was Christmas eve when you all arrived, your families spiralling into chaos directly with the preparations. 

You sat by the window, staring out at the snowy expanse, but your focus was elsewhere—on the familiar figure lounging across the room. Lando was leaning back in an armchair, his dark hoodie tugged over his hair, talking to your dad and Max, but his sharp gaze was fixed on you. The memory of that night haunted you—the way his lips had claimed yours, the way he’d pressed you into your bed, making promises with his touch you’d never heard him say aloud. But then the morning came, and there was no time. He had left in a rush, and the silence that followed was deafening, you had texted a bit, but it wasn’t enough. Now, surrounded by your families, the space between you felt unbearable. Every glance, every subtle brush of his hand against yours—it was like he wanted to pick up where you left off but couldn’t. Christmas eve was hectic, as it always was. Between skiing in the morning, a late lunch that stretched into early evening, and the chaos of unwrapping presents, there was no moment to breathe—and no opportunity for you and Lando to talk. 

When the night had finally come to an end, you were in your bedroom getting ready for bed, you heard the faint creak of the door behind you, and your heart stopped. Turning, you found Lando standing there, his hand on the doorknob, his hoodie now off, hair tousled.

“Are you insane?” you hissed, rushing over to push him back into the hallway. But he caught your wrist, stepping inside and shutting the door behind him.

“Relax. Everyone’s asleep,” he whispered, his voice low and teasing, though his eyes were anything but playful. “I couldn’t just leave things like this.”

Your breath hitched. “Lando, we can’t—Max is in the next room. If anyone—”

“I’ve missed you.” he murmured, stepping closer, his hands finding your waist. 

The words sent a shiver through you, your resolve crumbling as he leaned in, his lips brushing yours softly at first, then with more insistence. You melted into him, your hands gripping the front of his shirt as he backed you toward the bed.

“Lando,” you whispered against his lips, breaking the kiss just long enough to speak. “We have to be quiet.”

He grinned, his forehead resting against yours. “Then you better keep me in check.”

You wanted to argue, to tell him to leave, but when his lips met yours again, all resistance crumbled. His kiss was slow, deliberate, like he had all the time in the world, even though you both knew he didn’t. Your hands tangled in his shirt, pulling him closer as he shifted, laying you back against the pillows.

His lips found yours again, his hand sliding up under your shirt, his touch igniting every nerve. The fear of being caught only made everything more intense, every whispered word, every soft sigh heightening the moment. You still didn’t talk, but your bodies said enough.

When he finally slipped out of your room hours later, the sky outside was starting to lighten, and you were left staring at the ceiling, your heart racing and your body still buzzing from his touch.

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The next morning, you woke to the sound of Max banging on your door.

“Get up! We’re leaving in ten minutes,” he shouted.

You groaned, rolling over and burying your face in your pillow. Sleep had been elusive after Lando had left, your mind replaying every moment, every kiss, every touch.

Breakfast was a chaotic affair, as it always was with both families in the house. Lando was already at the table when you came downstairs, sitting next to Max and laughing at something your dad had said. He looked perfectly at ease, like he hadn’t spent half the night in your bed. You, on the other hand, felt like you were going to combust every time his knee brushed against yours under the table or his eyes met yours across the room. How had it come to this? Not being able to act normal around your best friend.

After a full day of skiing and another chaotic christmas dinner, Max was talking about the Christmas special Quadrant stream event they had planned. 

“We’ve got an event to stream, and it’ll be easier if we’re in the same room,” Max said to Lando casually, oblivious to the way your stomach dropped at his words.

“That’s a terrible idea,” Lando blurted out, earning a surprised look from Max.

“Why? We’ve done it before, we have to stream until late hours” Max said, shrugging. “Unless you’ve got some other reason to not want to share with me?”

Lando glanced at you briefly, his jaw tightening before he shook his head. “No, it’s fine. Whatever.” Max raised his eyebrows at him but didn’t press further.

Between Max’s constant presence and the impossibility of sneaking around, the tension between you and Lando only grew. And as New Year’s Eve arrived, the lodge buzzing with excitement as your families prepared for the celebration. The living room had been transformed into a cozy party space. You tried to focus on the festivities, chatting with your parents and helping set up the table with finger foods and champagne glasses. But your mind kept drifting to Lando. He was on the other side of the room, leaning against the wall with a glass of wine in hand, talking to Max and your dad. He looked too good in his black sweater and jeans, his hair perfectly messy, his smile easy and charming. Every time his gaze flickered to you, it felt like a physical touch, making your heart race.

As midnight approached, the group scattered around the place, counting down the minutes. Your parents were laughing, your mom sipping champagne while your dad cracked jokes. Max was fiddling with his phone, probably trying to text and call P, while Lando stood close by, his attention divided between the countdown and you.

“Ten! Nine! Eight!” The countdown began, voices mingling with the music as the excitement in the room built.

Your heart pounded as you locked eyes with Lando from across the room. The way he looked at you—intense, longing, like he couldn’t wait another second—made your breath catch. You knew what he was thinking because you were thinking it too.

“Three! Two! One! Happy New Year!” Cheers erupted, glasses clinking, and the room filled with hugs and laughter.

Before you could second-guess yourself, you slipped out of the living room and into the dimly lit hallway. The noise of the party faded as you leaned against the wall, trying to catch your breath. You didn’t have to wait long. Lando appeared seconds later, his eyes scanning the hall until they landed on you. He didn’t say a word as he closed the distance between you, pushing you further against the wall, his hands finding your waist and pulling you close. His lips were on yours before you could speak, the kiss fierce and hungry, like he’d been holding back for far too long.

“Happy New Year,” he murmured against your lips, his voice low and rough.

“Happy New Year” you whispered, but you didn’t pull away. Instead, you grabbed the front of his sweater, pulling him closer.  His fingers tightened on your waist, and you knew you were both teetering on the edge of losing control. “Let’s go upstairs” he whispered. 

He grabbed your hand, leading you down the hallway and up the stairs, his grip warm and steady.

The party continued below, the sound of music and laughter muffled as you slipped into your room. 

His lips found yours again, his hands sliding under the hem of your shirt, and you couldn’t stop the soft gasp that escaped you. Every movement was careful, deliberate, as if the risk of being caught only made it more intoxicating. You were so lost in him that you didn’t hear the soft creak of the floorboards outside until it was too late.

“What the hell?” Max’s voice was a sharp whisper, and you froze, your blood turning to ice.

Lando jerked back, his eyes wide as he stared at the door, which had opened just enough for Max’s face to peek through. Your brother looked equal parts horrified and furious.

“Oh, you’ve got to be kidding me,” Max muttered, pushing the door open fully. “Are you serious right now?”

“Max, it’s not what it looks like,” you started, but even you didn’t believe the words.

“Not what it—” He cut himself off, running a hand through his hair as he stepped into the room. “You’re joking, right? In the middle of the night? While everyone’s downstairs?”

Lando stood, hands raised in a gesture. “Max, I can explain.”

Max pointed a finger at him, his glare sharp enough to cut. “Oh, you’d better. Because this—” He gestured between the two of you. “—is not happening. ”

“Max,” you said, your voice pleading. “Can we not do this right now?”

“No, we’re doing this now,” he snapped. “What the hell are you two thinking?”

Lando glanced at you, his expression unreadable, before turning back to Max. “Look, I get it. You’re upset. But—”

“Upset doesn’t even cover it, mate,” Max interrupted. “This is my sister.”

“I know that” Lando shot back, his tone firmer now. “And you’re my best friend.”

The room went silent, the tension thick enough to cut with a knife. Finally, Max let out a heavy sigh, pinching the bridge of his nose.

“Unbelievable,” he muttered. “I need some air.”

He turned and left without another word, leaving the door ajar behind him. You stared at the empty doorway, your heart still racing, before turning to Lando.

“Well,” you said weakly. “That went well. Great start of the new year”

He gave you a rueful smile, sitting back down beside you. “Could’ve been worse.”

You raised an eyebrow. “How?”

“Might’ve walked in five minutes later,” he said, and despite everything, you couldn’t help but laugh.

WN: I think we are coming to an end nonetheless :( Probably in the next part. Maybe a sequel, or a new story, not sure yet. :(

tl: @ash88-yep @lewishamiltonismybf @harrysdimple05 @lex2205 @il0vereadingstuff @martygraciesversion381 @joannaln4 @obxstiles@chaoswithus @motorsportloverf1 @therovanperaastonmartini@acesofspadess @widow-cevans @irisesinthegarden @ncrsbrg @f1fantasys @norrisainz33 @mayax2o07 @ipushhimback @milkysoop @annimausi @basicchelsea

[joannaln4]

Track Walk {4}

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part 1

series summary: You were invited to the Miami GP for your Track Walk series on social media, what follows after you run into a certain Papaya boy, no one could prepare you for...

series warnings: cursing, angst, smut, making out, mentions of people you may not like, mmf, threesome/throuple, if there is more let me know... ;)

a/n: this a long 4 part series, but the chapters will be released daily!! also... there is no hate to anyone mention in this story, it is a work of fiction and any hate towards the characters/people will be deleted.

Abu Dhabi

“And for the very last time…” you began, watching the chat flood with comments. “I know, I know, it’s sad! But it’s been such an amazing year, and I couldn’t think of a better place to wrap it up. So, let’s walk the Abu Dhabi GP track—and who knows what special guests we might run into along the way?”

The chat erupted with excitement. ‘We’ll miss you!’ ‘Don’t make us cry already!’ ‘Special guests? Say less!’

“It’s going to be a long live today because this track is, well, very long. But that just means more time to chat and answer questions,” you said, starting down the pit straight. “Let’s get into it!”

You hadn’t made it far before you heard a voice behind you. “Shouldn’t you be home by now?”

Turning, you saw Charles Leclerc walking over, a mischievous grin on his face. The chat exploded: ‘CHARLES!’ ‘He’s begging her to go home 😂’

“Charles!” you greeted with mock surprise. “What are you doing here?”

“Trying to convince you to leave,” he said, crossing his arms dramatically. “You know what happens if McLaren wins today? We lose the constructors.”

You gasped, playing along. “Are you saying it’s my fault if McLaren wins?”

“Absolutely,” he said without hesitation. “You’ve been their lucky charm all year. So, for the good of Ferrari, I think you should skip the race.”

“Wow, no pressure!” you said, laughing. “Chat, what do you think? Should I leave for Charles’ sake?”

The comments were a mix of ‘Never!’ and ‘Poor Charles, he’s desperate.’

Charles shrugged dramatically. “It was worth a try. Anyway, I’ll see you later—Alex is waiting for you when you’re done!” He waved, leaving you shaking your head.

Not long after, Carlos Sainz strolled up, already grinning. “I hear Charles didn’t convince you to stay home,” he said, leaning casually against a barrier.

“Not a chance,” you replied. “But if Ferrari loses, I’ll know who to avoid at the afterparty.”

Carlos laughed. “You’re dangerous for us, you know that? I told Charles we should’ve flown you back to Monaco last night.”

“Too bad you didn’t,” you teased. “Guess you’ll just have to race harder.”

The chat was loving it: ‘Carlos is so done with her luck.’ ‘McLaren supremacy incoming!’

“Alright, I’ll let you get back to it,” Carlos said with a wink. “But just remember, if McLaren wins, I’m blaming you.”

You waved him off, smiling. “Noted!”

As you continued, the chat filled with questions. One caught your eye: ‘How has this year changed your life?’

“That’s a big one,” you said thoughtfully. “This year has been… life-changing. I started out just a fan with a camera, doing track walks for fun. Now, I’ve had this insane journey where I’ve met incredible people, made lifelong memories, and even found love—yes, I see your comments, we’ll get to that later,” you added with a laugh, the chat exploding with hearts and teasing.

At Turn 7, you spotted Max Verstappen leaning against the wall, watching with a smirk. “You’re still walking?”

“Still winning?” you shot back, grinning.

“Always,” he replied, shaking his head. “But seriously, how does it feel? Last track walk of the year.”

“A little surreal,” you admitted. “But I’m grateful. It’s been an amazing ride.”

Max nodded. “Well, I won’t make it easy for Lando and Oscar, even if you’re here.”

The chat went wild: ‘Even Max is scared of her powers!’ ‘DU DU DU DU.’

“My magic always works!” you called as he walked off, laughing.

As you approached the final straight, you saw Lando and Oscar waiting for you. The chat exploded again: ‘THERE THEY ARE!’ ‘The golden trio reunited!’

“Finally!” you said, turning the camera to them. “Look who decided to join me.”

“We were letting you have your moment,” Lando teased, wrapping an arm around your shoulder.

Oscar smirked. “More like we were arguing over who’s side of the garage you’d be in later.”

“Typical,” you said, rolling your eyes. “Alright, chat, you’ve been asking all day about us, so let’s address it.”

Lando grinned. “Big moment, huh?”

“Feels like it,” you replied, glancing between them. “Chat, these two have been the best part of my year. And yes, your eyes did not deceive you.”

The chat erupted: ‘I KNEW IT!’ ‘They’re perfect!’

“But I have to ask,” you said, turning to them. “Which one of you is winning this weekend?”

Oscar smirked. “Me, obviously.”

Lando scoffed. “You wish. I’m taking this one.”

“Well, I need you both to cross the line at the exact same time,” you said, earning groans from them both.

“Always the diplomat,” Lando teased.

With that, you turned back to the camera for the final farewell. “Alright, chat, this is really it. Thank you again for everything. It’s been an amazing journey, as for this weekend—we move in silence.”

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f1gossipofficial Y/N l/n is in the paddock for the first as an official WAG. A few days ago Lando posted the trio, then yesterday the trio confirmed during Y/N live track walk.

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Moving in silence did nothing for the start-

“AND MAX VERSTAPPEN AND OSCAR PIASTRI HAVE A COLLISION INTO TURN 1!”

You dropped into a squat next to Ria and Niran, and Lando’s family. “No, no, no.” you said into your hands. “Move of a champion that one.” Oscar said over the radio and while you could hear the annoyance in his voice you couldn’t help the minor smile at his sassiness. 

The entire race had you even more on edge after that, Lando remained in the front, warding off Carlos, but Charles was gaining on both of them. With Oscar suffering a 10 second penalty for a minor collision with Franco, Lando had to remain in first for the title.

Lando’s pitstop was impeccable and he remained a distance to keep Carlos out of his DRS. Oscar managed to get into the points, and on the last lap nearing the last corner, when the pit lane was closing, someone dragged you over the pitwall. 

Zak and Andrea welcomed you gladly as you all kept your wits until Lando crossed the line.

“AND THIS IS THE MOMENT McLAREN DREAMED OF! LANDO NORRIS WINS THE ABU DHABI GRAND PRIX! McLAREN ARE WORLD CHAMPIONS!”

Everyone around was yelling as you heard Will talk to Lando. “We did it mate! We did it! World Champions!”

“Woo hoo hoo! Wooo! Papaya on top!” Lando screamed. “Congratulations to everyone. Just Incredible. Well done everyone. So proud of you all. You deserve this. Thank you so much. It's been a special year. Next year is going to be my year too.”

Tears were properly streaming down your face. As you hugged everyone on the wall. “Oscar, we’re champions. We are world champions. World Constructors Champions. Well done mate.”

“Whoo! Well done everybody, Massive... massively deserved. Couldn’t be prouder of you all. What a 2 years it’s been.”

You laughed at the lack of emotion in Oscar's voice as you and Lando’s family walked over to the parc ferme. “Lando! Lando!” Adam called his son, making you and his sister laugh. He rushed over giving everyone a hug and when he got to you he lifted you over the barrier and wrapped your legs around his body. “You did it baby! You did it!” You cheered, holding his face as he smiled uncontrollably. “We did it baby, we.” He corrected. You just shook your head kissing his lips before he lifted you back over the railing. Podium celebrations were shared with the sea of Papaya as Lando sprayed you all in rose water.

You were walking through the paddock, the post-race buzz still electric in the air as fans and team members celebrated. Lando and Oscar were off doing interviews, their faces glowing with the pride of their accomplishments, and you couldn’t help but smile as you thought of them. The energy was infectious, and you were savoring every second of it when you heard your name being called.

“Y/N!” a familiar voice shouted from the center of the paddock. You looked up to see your F1 TV friends waving you over enthusiastically.

Grinning, you made your way to them, your heart racing as Will held out a microphone. “Hello!” you greeted, your voice bright as you grabbed the mic.

“Well, I feel like so many congratulations are in order!” Laura said, her face lit with excitement.

“Yes!” you laughed, the sheer joy of the day bubbling to the surface. “A lot has happened this week!” You nodded, the understatement making everyone chuckle.

“You are a taken lady now, you graduate in a few days, and the team you’ve been hyping up all season just won the Constructors' Championship,” Lawrence chimed in, his voice warm with admiration. “How are you feeling right now?”

You let out a soft laugh, wiping at the corner of your eyes as happy tears threatened to spill over again. “Oh my gosh! The tears streaming down my face should say everything!” you joked, earning a round of laughter from the group. “But no, seriously, it’s been such an emotional day. It was an amazing race -nill my boyfriend getting swept into Turn 1—but besides that!” You chuckled again, shaking your head as you thought back to Oscar’s rough start.

Taking a breath, you glanced at the camera and continued, “I think the whole team was very confident this weekend. We knew that both drivers had what it took to get the job done, and they didn’t let anyone down. I know Lando and Oscar are happy with the outcome, and honestly, I’m so proud of them. This team deserves every bit of this win, and I’m just happy to be a part of it.”

As you spoke, their faces lit up, listening intently to your heartfelt words. You could feel their genuine excitement for you, which only made the moment more special.

“Well,” Will began with a playful grin, “we’ve called you over here for a specific reason, and this feels like the perfect time to tell you: this is your formal invitation to join us next season as an official broadcaster for F1 TV!”

Your jaw dropped, and your eyes widened in disbelief. “No, that’s not true,” you said, shaking your hand dismissively, though the flutter in your chest suggested you hoped it was.

“Yes, it is!” Will insisted, his grin widening as the others nodded in agreement.

Your hand flew to your mouth as tears spilled freely, the reality of their words hitting you like a tidal wave. “No way,” you whispered, blinking rapidly.

“Don’t cry!” Will said, pulling you into a warm hug. “We mean it—you’ve been incredible this season, and we’d love to have you on board.”

You hugged him back tightly, your voice breaking as you replied, “I would love to. I can’t even—thank you so much.”

The rest of the crew joined in, enveloping you in a group hug filled with laughter and cheers. The cameras captured every second, the joy of the moment radiating off you all.

“Well, you heard it here first!” Will announced, turning back to the camera with a wide smile. “Y/N L/N will be back on your screens next season, officially joining the F1 TV family!”

You laughed, your cheeks flushed from the overwhelming excitement. Turning to the camera, you waved with a big grin. “Thank you so much, everyone. I can’t wait!”

You finally made it to the hub, where you were waiting with Lando’s family and some of the film crew. The air buzzed with excitement, the sounds of cheering echoing from the nearby garage. Your heart pounded with exhilaration as you watched Lando and Oscar approach, their faces glowing with pure joy.

They came to you together, their grins impossibly wide, and wrapped you in the biggest hug, knocking you off your feet. “AHAHAH!!” you all laughed and cheered, the moment bursting with uncontainable energy.

“I’m so proud of your recovery, baby,” you said, turning to Oscar and pressing a soft kiss to his lips. He smiled, his hands resting lightly on your waist.

“I don’t even have feelings about that,” he replied, shaking his head, his voice breathless from the adrenaline of the night. “I’m just so happy about everything.”

You turned to see Lando embracing his mom, her words of pride and love bringing a soft, emotional smile to his face. You quickly captured the moment on video, unable to resist.

“You made so many people proud,” she said, meeting his gaze as he looked up, his eyes shining. The determination in his expression told you everything—you knew there was no stopping him now.

Before long, the three of you were swept up in the celebrations, heading into the McLaren garage where the entire team was waiting. The second you crossed the threshold, the roar of applause and cheers engulfed you, the team shouting Oscar’s and Lando’s names in unison.

“Here they are!” Zak exclaimed, clapping them both on the shoulders as the champagne bottles started popping.

It was a blur after that. Someone handed you a bottle, and before you knew it, you were shaking it vigorously and spraying champagne into the air alongside the drivers and the crew. Laughter filled the space as the sweet, sticky spray soaked everyone in its path. You squealed as Lando turned his bottle on you, drenching your hair and clothes.

“LAN!” you shouted, laughing uncontrollably as you tried (and failed) to dodge the spray. Oscar joined in, teaming up with Lando to make sure you were completely soaked.

“Unfair!” you gasped between giggles, grabbing a nearby bottle to retaliate. The three of you were soon caught in a playful battle, slipping and sliding on the wet floor as the team cheered them on.

Finally, Zak called everyone together for the team photo. You helped herd the group into position, standing between Zak and Andrea behind the team board. 

As the photographer counted down, you looked around at the sea of orange-clad team members, all beaming with pride. This was their moment, their victory, and you were so grateful to be part of it.

“Yell Champions!” the photographer shouted.

Barely an hour after the chaos of the garage celebrations, you, Lando, Oscar, and a few McLaren team members were whisked away to a private jet. The energy was still electric, the air buzzing with excitement as champagne bottles were uncorked mid-flight, the golden liquid spilling over glasses and dripping onto the plush seats. Lando leaned over, his arm draped lazily around your shoulders, pulling you closer to him while Oscar pressed his knee against yours, his hand resting possessively on your upper thigh.

The team joked and laughed loudly around you, but your world felt narrower, the heat of the two men beside you pulling your focus entirely. Lando leaned in, his lips grazing your ear. “You’re glowing tonight,” he murmured, his voice low and rough, sending a shiver down your spine.

Oscar’s hand slid higher, his thumb tracing slow circles against your leg. “She’s glowing because she knows she has two champions taking care of her,” he teased, his Australian accent somehow softer, more intimate.

You were sure your face was burning, the tension between the three of you palpable, but before it could escalate further, the plane began its descent. Through the window, the lights of Qatar’s shimmering skyline came into view, and your excitement reignited.

The palace felt more like a club, with its thumping music, dim lights, and opulent décor. You entered with Lando and Oscar on either side of you, their hands never leaving your body. The team scattered quickly, drawn to the bar or the dance floor, but the three of you stuck together, finding a private corner where the energy between you bubbled over.

Lando pulled you to him first, his hands on your waist as the music pulsed through your bodies. His lips brushed your neck, teasing you as he whispered something you couldn’t quite hear over the bass. Oscar wasn’t far behind, pressing against your back, his hands skimming your hips and sending a rush of heat through you. You felt completely surrounded, the two of them moving with you like you were the only person in the room.

The night grew hazier as drinks flowed freely, and their touches became bolder. Lando’s fingers slid under the hem of your dress as he kissed you deeply, his grin wicked when you gasped against him. Oscar’s lips found your jaw, then your collarbone, his hands firm as they gripped your waist.

“Should we take this somewhere more private?” Lando suggested, his voice dripping with suggestion.

Minutes later, you were back on the plane, in an off area in the back while everyone else was in the front, the hum of the engines blending with the sound of your laughter and murmured words. The cabin lights were dimmed, casting a soft glow over the three of you as Oscar pulled you into his lap, his hands trailing over your body.

Lando leaned forward, his lips capturing yours while his hand slid behind your neck. The space was too small, too intimate, and yet it felt perfect as their attention overwhelmed you, their hands and mouths exploring in a way that left no doubt about their intentions.

By the time you landed back at the hotel, the three of you were a mess of heated touches and whispered promises, the excitement of the night blending seamlessly with the effects of champagne and adrenaline. The second the door to your suite clicked shut, Lando’s hands were on your ass, pulling you flush against him.

“Need to feel you, baby,” he panted into your neck, his lips grazing your skin with each word. His hands roamed your body, slipping under the hem of your dress, his desperation evident in every touch.

Oscar wasn’t far behind, his lips brushing against your ear as his hands slid down your waist. “Haven’t had you since Singapore,” he murmured, his voice low and hoarse. “Need you so bad.”

Your senses were clouded, the lingering buzz of alcohol dulling your inhibitions but sharpening every touch, every kiss, every breath. Still, beneath the haze, the love you had for these boys burned brighter than anything else.

You pulled back just enough to meet their eyes, your fingers tangling in Lando’s curls as you leaned in to kiss him, slow and deep. He moaned into your mouth, his grip on your ass tightening as he pressed you closer. When you finally pulled away, his eyes were dark, his lips swollen and parted as if he were about to beg for more.

Turning to Oscar, you cupped his face, your thumb brushing over his cheek as you pulled him into a kiss that left him breathless. “You two,” you whispered against his lips, “are everything to me. Tonight is about you.”

Lando let out a low groan, his hands sliding down your thighs as he picked you up. “You spoil us too much,” he murmured, though the way his hands gripped you said he wasn’t about to complain.

Once you all made it to the bed, Lando tossed you down and pulled them down next to you straddling Oscar’s lap as Lando moved next to you, his hands sliding up Oscar's sides. The heat of their bodies surrounded you, and you reveled in the way they reacted to every touch, every kiss, every whispered word.

“You were so perfect tonight,” you said, your lips brushing against Lando’s ear as your fingers teased at the buttons of his shirt. “Every move you made was flawless. You deserved that win, Lando. You earned it.”

He moaned as he tilted his head back, giving you more access to his neck. “Keep talking, baby,” he rasped. “Love hearing you say it.”

You smiled against his skin, pressing a kiss to the hollow of his throat before turning your attention back to Oscar whose face was flushed from Lando’s roaming hands. “And you,” you murmured, pulling him closer by the back of his neck until your lips were inches from his. “You’ve come so far, Oscar. You’re a champion. Do you know how proud we are of you?”

His breath hitched, his hands tightening on your waist as he kissed you, hard and desperate. “You drive me crazy,” he muttered against your lips, his voice trembling with emotion.

You made quick work of their clothes. Stripping them bare as they removed your dress. You made them sit against the headboard as you crawled up the bed in between them. You kissed Oscar’s neck, just under his ear and he whimpered. “Love your little noises, baby.” You said before pecking his lips, making him chase yours. You giggled softly as Lando took his lips in his own and they made out above you as you kissed down both of their chest and bodies until you read their muscular thighs. You kissed around everywhere they wanted you and their breaths got quicker. 

You took Oscar’s cock in your mouth without warning, hearing him moan and hiss at the feeling, and then Lando’s moan as you wrapped your free hand around his cock. “Fuck, baby.” Oscar gasped, hands finding your head but not pushing just yet. You took him all the way down your throat, letting your hand that was on his base squeeze his balls and his hips thrusted into yours as he moaned loudly. “Fuck, no you can’t do that. We have too many rounds for you to do that.” You popped off his cock with a giggle.

“Rounds you say?” You teased kissing up Lando’s thighs. “Rounds, princess. I need to make love to you both.” You moaned at his words as you took Lando all the way down your throat first. “Baby,” he whimpered, throwing his head back. “Look at our girl, mouth full of your cock, pretty boy.” Oscar whispered against Lando’s now exposed neck. Lando’s hips jerked up again at Oscar’s dirty talk. You hummed in agreement and Lando was tugging your head off right after.

Lando looked down at you, his voice low and breathy. “You’re going to ruin us, you know that?”

You laughed softly, crawling back up to them, your fingers of one hand threading through his curls as you kissed him again, the other threading through Oscar’s. “Good,” you whispered against his lips. “Because I’m yours. And you’re mine.”

Oscar pulled your hand from out of his hair and held it, his grip firm as he pressed a kiss to your ring finger. “Forever,” he said softly, his voice filled with a sincerity that sent a shiver down your spine.

Lando took your moment of lust and pressed his thumb against your clit making you moan softly throwing your head back. “Mmm, going to make you cum on our tongues, baby. Lay down.”

But you shook your head, “No, want to make it-”

“We don’t care.” Oscar cut you off. “We get off so quick at tasting you baby. This is more for us than it is you.” He said while flipping you over. He captured your lips, immediately sucking on your tongue as Lando kissed down your stomachs and thighs before sucking on your clit and making you arch into Oscar. “Lan..” you panted as Oscar smirked before kissing his own way down. “Shit, love, taste so good.” Lando moaned against your pussy. Your hands trailed into each boy's hair as Oscar let his tongue circle around your entrance. “Feels so good.” You moaned softly and then practically screamed at the feeling of the boys making out over your clit. “Fuck, please, please-”

“Cum for us baby, squirming for us.” Oscar teased holding your hips down while both boys sank a finger into you. Your back arched as your coil snapped and your moan was high pitched as they never ended their attack against your clit. Your hips rolled against their mouths as you came down from your high. 

“I’m loving this, but if I’m not inside of one of you in the next 10 seconds we’re going to have a problem on our hands.” Oscar said after him and Lando stopped sucking each other's fingers clean of you.

“Want her.” Lando requested and Oscar nodded, pressing his lips to Lando’s in confirmation. Lando laid against the headboard, pulling you on top of him. He pulled your head down to his with one hand, letting you tongues dance as he coated his dick in your juices before pushing into you. You both gasped and panted, and you wasted no time in sinking all the way down. “Fuck, Oscar, stop teasing.” You turned your head to see Oscar scissoring his fingers in and out of Lando’s hole and you clenched around his cock. Lando’s hands flew to your waist and squeezed warningly. 

You watched as Oscar pressed into Lando with an ease that almost made you jealous. Oscar must have noticed your expression and kissed your pouty lips, “You can peg us when we get home.” You moaned at both Oscar’s words and Lando thrusting into you. “Fuck yes, baby.” You moaned as you bounced on Landos cock. His hands were squeezing your tits roughly as he took the rough shots from Oscar.

You leaned against Oscar's shoulder as you bounced, the moans you were all sharing were pornagraphic. “Feel that baby?” Lando asked, taking your hand and pressing it against your stomach. You looked down at your hand and saw the bulge of his cock in your stomach. “Fuck that’s so hot.” Lando moaned, and the look in his eyes said he wanted more. He gripped your throat and pulled you down from Oscar's chest and into his own as his hips sped up to match Oscar’s pace.

“Fuck, Lando.” You cried as he bullied his cock into you. “Yeah, your pussy was made for us. So wet, so warm. Can feel myself against your stomach.” He said in between his own high moans from Oscar. “Lando, fuck your ass is perfect, sucking me in.” Oscar said, leaning over you to drive his cock deeper into Lando. “I’m so close. Please.” You begged. “Hold it.” Oscar grunted, reaching for his phone on the nightstand. “Need this burned into my memory.” He moaned as he took a picture of all of you connected, before switching it to a video and spanking you. “Come on, princess, cum all over Lando’s cock.”

He spanked you another time and it set you off. You all but screamed as you arched so far into Lando’s chest there was no telling where one began and ended. Lando’s moans got quicker and higher and he was spilling into you next, hips and body twitching under you. Oscar gripped Lando’s thigh roughly as he thrusted sloppily filling his boyfriend's hole.

You all panted as you came down, pulling out and off of each other. You barely pulled off Lando before Oscar was picking you up in his arms. “Want you in front of a mirror.” He said moving you all to the bathroom, which had a very large mirror. “Lan. Come here.” He called off his shoulder hearing the boy still panting. 

He placed you on your back on the marble sink and you arched from the coldness. “You ready for me baby?” Lando asked, teasing Oscar’s hole. “I don’t care, I just need you in me.” He threw his head back against Lando’s shoulders as Lando thrusted into him slowly, but with no resistance. “Lan!” He whined into the boy's mouth before sucking on his tongue. “Always so tight around me. Treat our pretty girl Osc. Fuck her full of us.”

Oscar didn’t need to be told twice as he slipped into you with so much ease. He had Lando in girth and stretched you so deliciously wide. “Osc!” He wasted no time thrusting into you in opposite thrust of Lando to fuck himself onto his boyfriends cock.

“Feel so full, Osc.” You said looking at him. “Yeah, Lando and I are just so perfect for you, huh?” He smiled, bringing your conjoined hands over the bulge in your stomach from his cock. “Both of us bulging in your stomach. Such a pretty girl.” He said, leaning down and pecking your lips. His comment seemed to turn the whole mood around and you went from fucking like bunnies to making love. 

“I love you both so much.” Lando panted. “We love you pretty boy, so much.” You cried as his hand snaked around Oscar and circled your clit. “Can feel you getting close Osc, squeezing me so tight. I’m gonna fill you up. ” He said, kissing his back and picking up his own phone from the counter to record all of you cumming together. Oscar’s hand joined Lando’s against your clit and you whined at the pleasure.

“You both were made for me. Never want to experience life without you. Fuck.” He cursed as his hips twitched and he moaned loudly spilling into you. He collapsed on top of you, but his hips and fingers were still moving. “Osc, baby!” Lando cried, thrusting into him and spilling his seed into him. “Let go for us baby girl. Give us what we want.” Lando said staying sheathed inside Oscar but moving to his side to see you. “Oh- Lan- Osc!” You cried as your back arched more than you thought possible, and your body shook.

“Fuck baby, oh my-” Oscar moaned as you started to squirt all over their fingers and Oscar’s cock. “That’s it baby.” Lando said slapping your clit to keep your high as long as possible. When you came back down from your ethereal orgasm, you heard the shower running and saw Oscar gathering the towels.

“Come on pretty girl. Let’s clean up.” Lando said, picking you up and hugging you. “I Love you pretty girl.” He said walking over to Oscar. He passed you into his arms and Oscar hugged you tightly. “I love you darling.” He said pecking your lips. “I love you pretty boy.” He then repeated to Lando who blushed and smiled. “I love you Osc.”

You all stepped into the shower and Oscar put you down. You pecked both of their lips before sinking to your knees. “Baby-” Oscar warned.

“I need you both down my throat.” You dead panned and started jerking them off again. They quickly got hard and you brought both of their tips into your mouth, sucking on them immediately. “Baby, I'm not going to last long.” Lando moaned, hand coming to your head.

You popped off them, “Don’t need you to.” You admitted. “Just need you to fuck my throat.” You said guiding Oscar’s hand to your head and filling your mouth with both of them. You looked up at them and all self-control they had, disappeared. They started thrusting into your throat simultaneously and you absolutely loved it. “Fuck baby, your noises.” Oscar moaned. The sounds of you softly gagging and choking on them fueled all three of you on. “Baby-” Lando’s moans got higher and you tasted the saltiness of his cum going down your throat. “Princess-”

Oscar joined his boyfriend in cumming down your throat and you purposefully shoved and shook your head closer to their hips to get them down your throat as they cummed and they gripped your hair roughly making you moan. They pulled out, going soft but with a mix of each other over each cock. You showed them that you swallowed (princess you’re a slut) before cleaning their cocks of each other's cum until they hissed in overstimulation.

“Now we actually shower.” 

Lando rubbed your bare stomach back and forth, -one of their shirts only covering your breast- his eyes soft as he looked at you when you were finally tucked in bed later that night -morning. “Best night of my life,” he murmured, his voice filled with a quiet awe. Oscar pressed a kiss to your stomach, his arms tightening around you. “Ours too.”

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Paddock Bunny Series - 3

A/N: I promise next week I will try to not have a threesome involved in each situation but for the plot this made the most sense. I'm also so fucking sorry for how long this took me! I'm trying to get my mental health in check while also being in and out of the hospital for stomach issues. It's been a whole thing but I'm getting there! Slowly but surely I will be back to semi regular postings! I love you guys always I'm glad you're here for the ride

Drivers Included:

Max Verstappen x Lando Norris x reader

Pierre Gasly x Kika Gomez x reader

Lewis Hamilton x reader

TW: ALL OF THEM

WC: 6.7K

Y/N POV

"Shit," I mumble when I see Max and Lando collide into each other. I continue watching as both of the boys make their way into the pit lane to fix Max's puncture and Lando serve his penalty as well as fix the front wing.

"Retire the car," I hear Lando mumble into his radio making me cringe slightly knowing he's breaking his streak of being the only driver to finish within the points this season.

Once Lando's car is parked back into the garage he quickly climbs out and heads start for the media pen. With him being the only driver in the media pen he is done within the first 30 minutes and back to hiding in his driver's room.

"Please meet me in here"

The text read which had me shaking my head softly before sneaking towards his room when everyone was paying attention to Oscar.

"Are you doing okay?" I ask softly while opening the door and walking into the room to find Lando sitting on his little couch with his race suit at his hips.

"Don't wanna talk about it," Lando mumbles while I climb into his lap making myself comfortable while he wraps his arms around my hips and pulling me closer.

"We have to fly back with him tonight," Lando tells me softly making me wince at the thought of being stuck in a plane with Lando and Max right now.

"Technically I'm flying with my dad," I tell him softly while letting my fingers lightly trail over Lando's cheek bone.

"I don't care, tell him you're flying with me to help me with my media presence or something, I don't want to be alone on that flight," Lando replies back before pulling me down for a quick kiss.

"Fine, I'll talk to him," I tell Lando softly before kissing Lando again and allowing Lando's wandering hands to find my ass and giving it a quick squeeze.

Once I board Max's private jet I quickly find Lando in the back of the plane with his headphones on ignoring whatever Max could have said to him.

"Stop being rude," I tell Lando sternly while taking out one of his Airpods so he can hear if someone talks to him.

"Don't wanna speak to anyone," Lando mumbles like a child making me roll my eyes at his pettiness.

"Hi Max," I turn my attention to the Dutch man since Lando doesn't want to speak to anyone.

"Hi, Y/N how are you doing tonight?" Max asks softly while I sit down into he seat across from him. I could see Lando in the corner of my eye sink further into his seat while pouting.

"I'm alright, think I'm just here to make sure the girls don't fight," I joke with a small smirk on my lips making Max laugh softly and shake his head while Lando only pouts a bit louder.

"I'm proud of you for making it back to P5," I tell Max softly making him smile and nod.

"I'm sure the Brit behind me wouldn't be too thrilled to hear you say that," Max teases making me shake my head softly.

"He'll get over it," I shrug not wanting to cater to Lando's feelings if he's going to act like a child.

"Really, Y/N?" I hear Lando huff making me giggle a little.

"Lando stop pouting and join us please," I say softly making Lando groan and sit in his seat a couple more minutes before finally getting up and joining Max and I.

We're about midway through the flight before the boys are back on speaking terms.

"Look I'm sorry if I said anything in the media pen. I was upset after the DNF and penalty," Lando mumbles to Max making me smile softly.

"I'm sorry too if I said anything too," Max replies with a soft smile playing on his lips.

"Whatever happens on the track and in the media pen needs to stay there," Max adds making Lando nod his head in agreeance.

I went back to reading my book ignoring the two boys before I feel Lando gently pull me into his lap making me squeal.

"Lando!" I say while laughing slightly. Lando ignores me and just adjusts me into his lap so I'm straddling his waist.

"Do you want to go into the room with Max and I?" Lando asks softly making me think for a split second before nodding.

Lando says nothing just stands up and carries me into the small room in the back of the plane that has a door for privacy. I see that Max has followed us in here before Lando gently places me down on the bed so I'm looking up at both of the boys.

Neither of them say anything so I reach for Max's belt before unbuckling it and unzipping his pants letting them fall on their own while I move to Lando doing the same thing. Once both of them step out of their pants leaving them in their shirts and boxers I quickly pull off the dress I was wearing leaving me in my black matching set. Once I'm down to my bra and panties Max and Lando both quickly pull off their shirts before Max is climbing onto the bed near the headboard which instantly has me crawling away from the edge and into Max's lap.

"Can I kiss you?" I ask softly since this is the first time Max and I are sleeping together and we all agreed to follow everyone's boundaries.

Instead of answering Max pulls my face into his hands and brings me down to his lips. The second his lips hit mine I can't help but moan and sink further into Max's lap while I can feel Lando climbing onto the bed behind me.

"Protection," I say softly pulling back from Max making him groan softly.

"It's in the backpack at the end of the bed," Max mumbles pulling me back into a kiss making me grind down into his crotch harder making both of us moan into the kiss.

I feel Lando shuffle back towards the end of the bed and rummage through the backpack all the while Max and I are still wrapped up into each others arms.

When I hear the sound of the foil being picked up and I turned my body slightly grabbing one of the condoms from Lando and ripping it open without a second thought.

I shuffle off of Max's lap letting him pull his boxers down where I put the condom on the tip of his dick before using my mouth to roll it on the rest of the way.

"Fuck," I hear Max hiss at the contact of my lips on his sensitive tip.

Once I had successfully rolled the condom on using only my mouth I pull back up climbing into Max's lap and pulling my panties to the side, before slowly sinking down on Max's cock not needing any kind of warm up.

"Fuck, I had so many plans for the first time I got with you and the second you rolled that condom on it went right out the window," Max groans while Lando is behind me unclipping my bra and letting it fall into Max and I's lap.

Max's hands are on my tits almost instantly while I get to work of bouncing on Max's cock.

"Fuck, Max! It's too big," I whine out when I'm fully seated on his cock being stretched in ways I have yet to be stretched.

"Shit! I can feel the way you're squeezing me," Max says through gritted teeth while I start slowly rocking my hips.

Lando moves around the bed slightly before attaching his mouth to one of my free nipples.

"Oh God," I cry out when I feel his teeth sink down softly illiciting slight pain that instantly turns back into pleasure when he goes back to sucking to soothe down the sting.

Max lets me ride him for a few more seconds before he's pulling me off his cock and arranging me so I'm on my hands and knees for him.

"Oh fuck," I cry when Max wastes no time shoving his cock back into my pussy.

Lando moves his body around so he's now sitting in front of me letting his hard dripping cock touch my lip. I waste no time taking him into my mouth and working his cock with my tongue.

"Fuck," Lando cries out making me smirk slightly before taking Lando all the way down my throat.

I kind of figured Max would be dominant but I wasn't prepared for hot rough he truly was.

Everytime I try to cry out in pleasure it is muffled by Lando's cock sending strong vibrations straight through his cock making him cry out even louder.

I could tell Max was feeding off of both Lando and I's pleasure showing me he is a true pleasure dom.

"I can tell you're about to cum, princess," Max grunts out while he continues to fuck into my pussy harder.

When Max moves his fingers between our bodies and starts playing with my clit I can no longer hold off my impending orgasm.

Lando pulls his cock out of my mouth letting me scream out as I cum all over Max's cock.

"Oh fuck, fuck, fuck," I chant as I feel wave after wave of my orgasm.

Once my orgasm had washed over Max gave me no time to calm down as he's flipping out bodies over again so I'm riding him once again.

"Fuck her ass," Max tells Lando which has him instantly rolling on another condom before climbing behind me.

When I feel Lando push two lubed up fingers into my ass I let out a loud moan burying my face into Max's neck. It takes Lando a couple minutes to stretch my ass enough to feel I was ready to take his cock.

"Oh fuck," I whine when I feel the tip of his cock start to push into my ass.

"Oh God," I cry out when I feel him start to push further into my ass filling me up.

Once Lando was filling in my ass both of the boys start moving making me see stars almost instantly.

"She's not gonna last long," Lando grunts out knowing how quickly I cum from just anal let alone having my pussy filled up too.

"She's free to cum, but I'm far from done," Max grunts out only bucking up into my pussy harder.

My second orgasm of the night hit me out of no where resulting in squirting all over Max and I.

"Fuck, you're so hot," Max grunts bucking a bit harder making sure to milk this orgasm as much as he had the last.

Knowing Lando he was close to cumming and when he pulls out and quickly pulls the condom off to cum on my ass I let out a soft moan feeling his hot cum hitting my skin.

"Fuck," Lando grunts out through his orgasm. Once he's finished cumming he quickly throws on a pair of boxers before leaving the small bedroom, leaving Max and I alone.

Without Lando right behind me I quickly sit up a bit taller and start riding Max's cock.

"Fuck so good," I moan riding a bit harder trying to ignore the overstimulation I was starting to feel.

"Fuck," Max grunts out fucking up into my pussy making my nails dig a bit deeper on his chest.

I can tell Max was getting close my the way he bucking was becoming a bit more erratic.

"Fuck," Max grunts out while cumming into the condom triggering me into another small orgasm.

"Maxie," I cry out leaving scratches down his chest.

Once both of us have come down from our high I collapse on top of of Max feeling his arms wrap around his body.

"You're father would hate me even more," Max says with a laugh falling from his lips.

"He only hates you cause he can't have you," I say making him laugh.

As we are both coming down from our highs Lando slowly makes his way back into the room with a few things to start aftercare.

Lando gently takes me into his arms and lifts me off Max's cock making me whimper slightly. Once Max was free he quickly gets up and discards the condom before he started looking for my clothes while Lando helped clean me up a bit.

Once we were all dressed we all climbed back into the bed and laid with each other. I curl myself into Lando's side while Max's turns to pull my back into his chest.

I can see Max's slowly rubbing circles on Lando's torso. Seeing how relaxed Lando was under his touch told me that this was not their first time sharing a girl but it was also definitely not their first time being intimate together.

"Who wants to admit when this first started," I tease while gestering towards Max's grip on Lando's side.

"Rookie year," Lando admits softly with his cheeks heating. I just smile and nod curling farther into Lando while Max tightens his hold.

We spend the rest of the flight in each others arms talking about some of the experiences I've been able to have since becoming their bunny.

It's Silverstone and the pressure is at an all time high in Mclaren. I've been bouncing between both of the drivers room this whole weekend but now that it's Sunday and all of the guys are getting into the car to get ready for the formation lap.

A soon as the formation lap begins I move towards the back of the garage not wanting to be in the way of anyone.

When I notice the lap is coming to an end I see Pierre come back into the pits confusing. I try my best to tune into what the mechanics were saying but given being in the Mclaren garage they were mostly worried about Lando trying to get his second win.

When the lights go out I pay attention to the screen as much as possible but when my phone starts ringing I instantly break focus and notice that Kika is calling me.

"Hi, gorgeous," I say while answering the phone.

"Hi, um this might be a bit weird and I apologize if this is overstepping but I was wondering if around lap 22 you could come into Pierre's garage. I know he's upset with the race and I think you would be a good pick me up," Kika admits softly making me smile.

"Of course! Would you be able to meet me outside the garage so I can come in?" I ask.

"Absolutely! Ill see you soon," Kika responds and we quickly end the call with each other.

When the time came I quickly snuck out of the garage and made my way through the back of the garages until I got to Alpine where I found Kika standing outside waiting for me.

"Thank you! I'm sorry if that was weird," Kika says with pink cheeks.

"You're fine, I don't think Pierre would have called me himself and if you think it'll be a pick me up then I'm more than happy to help," I say with a smile. Kika and I have been friends since they got into a relationship and she was one of the first girls I told about this. She thought it was a bit insane but not because she was judging but because she's confused how Im not catching feelings.

"I'll drop you off in his room and head to the common area," Kika tells me while we are walking through the back of the garage to where Pierre's driver room is.

"You don't have to leave," I admit softly with a blush creeping up on my cheeks.

"I- really?" Kika asks with a small smile on her lips.

"Kika, this is your relationship and Im honored that you trust Pierre and I together but I would honestly love if you joined," I tell her while grabbing her hand and giving it a little squeeze. Given that we are already in the privacy of Pierre's drivers room she quickly pulls me in and places a soft kiss on my lips.

"Can I watch at first?" She asks softly looking me in the eye.

"Of course, watch and join when you're ready or just watch and enjoy," I say with a smile and pull her in for another quick kiss.

Once Pierre gets into the room he quickly smiles when he sees the two of us sitting on the little couch talking. Pierre may not have asked for time together but he 100% knew what was about to happen.

"Who's idea," Pierre says with a smirk and making his way to the couch before leaning down and pulling his girlfriend in for a kiss before looking down at me and placing a soft kiss on my cheek.

"Mine," Kika says with a bright smile making Pierre look down at her with a soft smirk.

I have always loved seeing Kika and Pierre's relationship because it was always evident how much love they shared between the two.

"Does that mean you will be joining us," Pierre asks with a bright smile clearly getting a bit giddy.

"I'm gonna watch at first and then maybe I'll join," Kika tells him softly.

Pierre seemed content enough with that as he moves his attention onto me. He quickly pulls me my by cheek to place a kiss on my lips. I see Kika make her way over to the small chair near the couch before placing herself on it.

Once we had the full couch just us Pierre makes quick work of deepening the kiss and pulling me into his lap. It doesn't take Pierre long to start tugging at my shirt and pulling it over my head to reveal my bare chest, well besides the new piercings I had gotta last week.

"Fuck, no one mentioned piercings," Pierre gasps lightly running his finger over the cool medal that's been pierced through both nipples.

"I was with her! She took it like a champ," Kika announced to her boy friend making him look at her with a raised brow.

"She said it was a surprise... that's why it was never mentioned in the group chat," Kika said with a shrug of her shoulder.

"Lando has been itching for them to be known so he can talk about how hot they are," I say with a laugh making Pierre laugh slightly but still pull me in closer and attach his lips back to mine.

"I too can't wait for everyone to know about them," Pierre mumbles against my lips.

"Holy shit! Lewis is leading," Kika says noticing the screen placing the live footage of the race.

"Then I better get my fix before MR. 7 gets his hands on her," Pierre mumbles making me laugh but still lean down to attach my lips to his neck.

I start trailing my kisses down his neck making me slip onto my knees in front of the man pulling his race suit away from his hips and letting them pool at his feet before I look over to Kika who is watching us intently.

When I reach into Pierre's boxers before I can even see his cock I instantly look back at Kika.

"Go on," Kika says with a smirk making me pull his cock out to reveal one of the biggest cocks I had even seen. Not only in person but also in porn.

I look between Pierre's cock and Kika a few beats before she breaks out in a small giggle and joins me on my knees.

"He's fucking massive Kiks what the fuck," I whisper to my friend as if said man wasn't right there.

"Yuki wasn't joking," Kika says with a shrug of her shoulders before leaning down and licking the tip of Pierre's cock making him hiss at the contact. When Kika pulls back I instantly follower her motions be instead of pulling back like she did I take Pierre into my mouth and using my tongue to circle his tip before pulling back and offering him to Kika.

We spend the next several minutes giving Pierre a teasing blow job never taking more than a few inches into our mouths before pulling back and switching.

"Fuck! Please," Pierre finally cracks making Kika giggle before taking her boy friend almost all the way down her throat before she's gagging and starts bobbing her head a few times. When she pulls back I follow her actions taking as much of his cock that fits into my mouth before bobbing my head a few times.

"Fuck, I will cum," Pierre groans while Kika is bobbing her head on her boy friends cock. This has her pulling back and standing up before she's helping me stand up and pull off my shorts leaving me completely bare for the couple.

She then pulls me down for a kiss while walking us towards the small massage table in the room before she's laying me down and spreading my legs.

Kika's mouth starts trailing kisses from my lips down to my jaw and neck before she settles on one of my nipples before looking up at me.

"I know he said two weeks but I know Lando's mouth has been here, please," Kika asks making me blush and nod my head before she's instantly attaching her mouth to one of my nipples making me hiss and arch my back at the pleasure.

Once she's given the first nipple some attention she turns her attention to the other one giving it the same treatment before she starts trailing small hickeys down my stomach right next the the ones Lando had left yesterday.

When she reaches my pussy I can't help the small whimper that leaves my lips when she blows a wisp of cool air directly on my clit.

I notice Pierre has discarded race suit and briefs leaving them drapped over the back of the couch not to ruin his race suit before he's approaching the both of us.

"Shit, Kika," I cry out in a moan when I feel her tongue graze over my clit.

Kika moans into my pussy making me whimper and try to close my legs but she has a strong grip on my thighs keeping them spread open completely for her.

"So good," I moan feeling her slip 2 fingers deep into my pussy and finding my G-spot almost instantly.

I knew I was gonna cum of Kika's tongue if she didn't pull back but when I tried to push her face away from my pussy Pierre only grabs my hands and holds them over my head leaving me completely helpless to her talented tongue.

"Cum for us," Pierre leans down whispering into my ear instantly throwing me into a powerful orgasm.

"Fuck," I cry out at Kika continues to suck on my clit helping me ride out my orgasm before she pulls away but not without giving one last gentle kiss directly on my clit making me twitch from the slight overstimulation.

Pierre finally lets go of my wrists and pulls his girlfriend up for a kiss tasting me on her lips.

"Fuck she tastes good," Pierre groans pulling back from the kiss.

"She does, doesn't she," Kika responds with a smirk before she's leaning down and pulling me in for another kiss.

"Are you ready to take him," Kika asks gently against my lips.

"Yes," I whisper back feeling a blush creep onto my cheeks.

Kika just smiles and quickly climbs off the bed and quickly undresses herself before climbing back up and hoovering her pussy above my mouth.

"Oh," I moan gently when I feel Pierre's condom covered tip tease my clit. When he feels he's collected enough of my slick on the condom he slowly start pushing the tip of his cock into my pussy making me gasp.

Kika takes this as her chance to sit her pussy directly onto my mouth making he attach my lips to her clit and sucking.

"Fuck," I moan into her pussy as Pierre continues to push into my pussy.

"Too big," I gasp out when I feel him in places I've never had touched.

"Fuck," Kika whimpers out when I slip two fingers into her pussy while still playing with her clit.

"Keep doing that and we're gonna have to shower you before we send you off," Pierre grunts out once he's fully seated deep into my pussy.

"Pierre! Don't tell her that! I don't want her to stop," Kika whines out making me giggle softly knowing there was no way I was gonna stop now at the prospect of getting to make Kika squirt for me.

I slow my actions down and joking slip my fingers out of her pussy making her whine loudly.

Pierre reaches over and gives her ass a slap, telling her to behave herself. While I couldn't see Pierre slap her ass I could hear it and it instantly made my pussy clench around his cock.

"Fuck," Pierre grunts out when he feels my pussy clenching. He slowly starts pulling his hips back before slamming back into my pussy making me whimper into Kika's pussy.

I start working my tongue on Kika's clit again making her moan loudly.

Feeling Pierre's thrusts speed up makes me scream out in pleasure.

"So good," I mumble out which only has Pierre speeding up his actions making my orgasm start to build once again.

"Fuck, cum for me," Pierre grunts out while speeding up his thrusts.

"Shit," I cry out while cumming for Pierre.

"Fuck, did she just squirt for you?" I hear Kika ask making Pierre grunts out a yes.

"Fuck," I scream out as Pierre continues to fuck me through the overstimulation.

"Too much," I cry out while sinking my fingers back into Kika while sucking on her clit.

When I find Kika's G-spot she instantly cries out as she starts cumming for me.

When she starts squirting I open my mouth catching as much as I can before swallowing a little bit of it and spitting the rest at our.

"Fuck," Pierre grunts out before he's pulling out of my pussy and quickly pulling Kika off my face and pulling us both by the hair back onto our knees before cumming all over our faces.

"Fuck," Pierre grunts when the first ribbon of cum hits my face. When Pierre was done painting our faces I quickly pull Kika in for a messy kiss licking a strip of his cum off her chin before pulling her in for a wet kiss.

"Looks like you might be spending the evening with Lewis," Kika giggles while pulling back from the kiss.

When I look at the screen I notice Lewis is hugging his dad after winning his home race.

"He's never expressed interest so I doubt it," I say with a soft laugh falling from my lips.

"The shower is ready for you two, I'm gonna go talk to the team and see if they figured out why the gearbox failed," Pierre tells us both while leaning down and pressing a quick kiss on both of our lips before leaving the room.

Kika and I both make our way into the shower and have our own little fun for a few minutes before we quickly shower and she quickly helps me get back dressed into my clean clothes.

When I check my phone I can see that it's been blowing up.

"What's the group chat saying?" I ask while brushing my hair.

"Lando called dibs... and Lewis very quickly shot that shit down," Kika says with a smirk on her face.

"Text Lando privately and tell him I'll stay with him tomorrow night in Monaco," I tell Kika while walking out of the bathroom.

"God damnit Y/N! Why has he sent so many dick pics in the last 3 minutes... did he not JUST get out of the damn car?!" Kika exclaims while flashing the screen.

"Sorry I should I have warned he might have done that," I laugh taking my phone in my hand and texting himself.

"I'm sorry you had to see that, don't let Pierre murder me! I get to go sleep with Lewis fucking Hamilton," I say making KIka laugh.

"I think he'd ask if it was any good. He likes the confirmation that he's the biggest on the grid," Kika says making me laugh softly.

"He's definitely the biggest I've been with so far. Feel Like Lewis is the only one with a fighting chance," I say with a laugh making her nod.

"Ya, Lew is 100% BIG dick energy," Kika teases while we walk out of the drivers room with our arms linked together.

When I get back to my hotel room I instantly start freaking out about what I was going to wear to impress Lewis. I decided on a simple black lacey bra and panties and threw on a black crop baby tee and a pair of leggings that makes my ass look nice.

When I get another text from Lewis I see that he sent me his hotel and room number. When I got to his hotel floor I instantly start pacing the hallway again when I bump into a body.

"Oh shit! I'm so- Oh hi Nando! I'm sorry was just lost thinking," I say sheepishly to the older man in front of me.

"What's got you so nervous, hermosa?" Fernando looks at me with a slight smirk written all over his face.

"Oh! Nothing, was just thinking about how the season is going so far," I lie not even convincing myself. Fernando just laughs and softly takes me by the hand.

"What are you doing? I have to meet someone," I reply softly while walking with him anyways.

"I'm taking you to Lewis," Fernando says with a smirk making my step completely stop.

"You know?" I whisper shout shocked that he knew what I had been doing.

"Yes, and I plan to text you soon," Fernando says with a wink making me smile and nod.

"I'll be waiting," I reply with a squeeze of his hand completely ignoring the fact that is is nearly 20 years older than me.

"Alright he's waiting," Fernando says while taking me to the door before knocking and walking away leaving me completely alone and wide eyed when Lewis opens the door shirtless with only a pair of sweats hanging low on his hips.

"Treat her good," Fernando shouts down the hall making Lewis look in his direction before turning to me with a raised brow.

"He found me pacing the halls, dragged me here himself," I say softly while still standing in the doorway.

"Nothing to pace about," Lewis says softly while taking my hand in his and bringing me into the room.

When I stand further away from Lewis than probably normal he steps closer to me pulling my chin to look up at him before smiling softly.

"What's got you so nervous? You this nervous with everyone else?" Lewis asks while looking me in the eye.

"Well-no. But it's nothing against you it's just- Lewis I was basically in love with you when I was younger. When my dad would come to races back then before he even had to. I was young but I remember you in the Mclaren," I admit letting my already pink cheeks grow a tomato color.

"Oh God, please don't remind me how old I am," Lewis teasingly groans before pulling my chin up and placing a soft kiss on my lip.

"Nothing to be nervous about though. We are here to celebrate an amazing day. The best day actually," Lewis replies making me smile and nod in agreeance.

"I would say you did amazing but, I wasn't really paying attention," I admit with a small grimance.

"I heard Pierre got his hands on you," Lewis teases before pulling me up to his lips once again and kissing me but this time instead of pulling away he pulls me in by my waist and deepening the kiss.

I bring my hands up to his face bringing him impossibly closer. When I feel Lewis's tongue push through my lips and tangle with my I moan into Lewis's mouth making me smile softly before he's gripping the back of my thighs and lifting me into his arms with ease.

"Lew," I squeal out while giggling while he carries us towards the bedroom part of his hotel. When we get in there he instantly drops me down on the edge of the bed so I'm still sitting up.

He instantly pulls my shirt up and over my head before he makes quick works of taking my bra off all while still keeping his lips attached to mine as much as possible.

I tug at the waistband of Lewis's sweats but before I can pull them down Lewis is taking my hands in his and pulling them away.

"Lewis," I whine into his mouth making him laugh laugh lightly.

"I wanna take care of you. It's my celebrations after all," Lewis tells me with a small smirk playing on his lips.

Lewis takes a second to step back and just look at me breaking out in a smile.

"You're so fucking beautiful," Lewis tells me with a smile playing on his lips. I just look up at him with a bright smile before pulling him back into me for another kiss.

This time Lewis gently lays me down on my back hoovering over me while he starts peppering kisses around my jaw and neck while he's using his fingers to tease my nipples making me whimper.

"Such children," Lewis teases while he gently tracing a few of the hickeys that have been left behind by everyone.

"Let me guess, Lando?" Lewis teases while tracing the heart made out of hickeys making me roll my eyes and nod my head.

"Ya, he has a thing for biting. I've tried to get him to let up," I tell Lewis with a small smile mostly embarrassed for being covered in so many markings.

"You're fucking gorgeous regardless," Lewis says with a shrug before he's pulling off his sweats and boxer revealing his semi hard dick. I follow suit standing up and pulling off my pants along with my thong.

When I climb back into the bed I put myself in the middle waiting for Lewis to climb back in to join me. He throws a condom on the bed before joining me. When he gets on the bed he spreads my thighs apart before leaning down and placing a soft kiss on my lips before he starts his trail of kisses down my neck making his way to my already soaked pussy.

"All for me?" Lewis says with a smirk while running a finger through my folds.

"Yes," I whimper when his thumb flicks at my clit.

Lewis leans down and takes my clit into his mouth sucking on it gently while using both of his hands to reach up and start teasing my sensitive nipples.

"Fuck," I gasp out when he pinches them slightly causing pleasurable pain to shoot straight down to my pussy making me clench around nothing.

"Fuck, so good," Lewis groans while still sucking on my clit.

"Please Lew, I want you to fuck me," I beg. Lewis just laughs lightly while looking me directly in the eye.

"Patience," Lewis teases but still sits up and grabs the condoms, ripping it open and putting it on his cock.

Lewis wasn't nearly as long as Pierre but he was just as thick making me whimper when he slowly starts pushing into me.

"Fuck Lew," I moan out while gasping.

"So fucking tight," Lewis grunts while bottoming out in my pussy.

"So good," I gasp when Lewis wastes no time in starting to thrust slowly in and out of my pussy.

Lewis brings his fingers between our bodies and starts teasing my clit with his fingers only bringing me closer to an orgasm I didn't even know was nearly.

"Are you about to cum for me?" Lewis teases with a cocky smirk written all over his face.

"No," I lie but the gasp I let out while clenching around his cock gives me away.

"Cum for me," Lewis leans down and kisses my lips softly making me instantly clench around his cock cumming all over it.

"Lew," I cry out letting the tears fall from the overwhelming pleasure.

"So beautiful when you cum," Lewis tells me before placing a soft kiss on my lips.

Lewis starts fucking back into my pussy making me whimper softly. He starts speeding up the thrusts again making my whimpers turn from a whimper into a loud moan when he starts speeding up his thrusts.

"Fuck, feel so good," Lewis grunts out while fucking into my pussy harder.

"Too good," I gasp feeling another orgasm start to build.

"Fuck, cum for me again," Lewis grunts when he can feel the tell tale signs of my pussy clenching tightly around him.

"I want you to cum with me," I whine trying to fight off the orgasm.

"Next one, come on. Cum for me," Lewis tells me sternly making me whimper.

"Fuck," I moan when I finally relax enough to cum.

Feeling another orgasm wash over my body I can't help the loud cry that leaves my lips making Lewis's hips faulter slightly but continue fucking me through my orgasm.

He gives me little to no time to come down from my high before he's fucking back into my pussy at a rough pace.

"Fuck, I won't last much longer," Lewis admits but still continues fucking me at the fast pace.

I bring my fingers down between us and starts rubbing my clit making me moan loudly.

"So good," I cry as Lewis continues fucking me.

I knew my final orgasm was gonna come soon but when Lewis starts plowing into my pussy at a brutal pace I can tell he's just as close as I am.

"Fuck," Lewis grunts while his hips start to falter a bit.

With one final thrust I feel Lewis start to fill the condom up triggering another orgasm making me scream out.

"Lewis!" I cry out as I feel him thrusting in and out of me to help us ride out our orgasms.

When he finally starts to pull out I whimper at the oversensitivity. He gently takes me into his arms and carries me into the connected bathroom where he draws a hot bath.

Once it's filled up he gently climbs in while still holding me. When he places me on the ground he quickly sinks into the bath while gently pulling me down so I can rest my back against his chest.

"I'm texting the group chat I made you cum in less than a minute," Lewis teases making me let out a loud whine.

"Lew! That's embarrassing," I complaing making him giggle at my childish antics.

"It was hot as fuck and I deserves bragging rights," Lewis says with a shrug but wrapping his arms around me tighter.

We continue to relax in the bath until the water runs cool which has Lew draining the bath and climbing out to grab us both towels.

I ended up spending the night with Lewis who ordered us breakfast in the morning and even made sure to drive me back to my hotel in time to catch a ride back to the airport.

"Thank you," Lewis tells me before I can get out of the car.

"Nothing to thank me for. You did amazing yesterday and you deserved it," I say with a smile.

"Yesterday was a good day," Lewis says with a smile making me laugh and nod.

"You have my number, use it," I say before pacing a quick kiss on his cheek and getting out of the car.

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AHHHHH! I hope y'all love it! Also have not proof read so apologies if theres any mistakes!

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Track Walk {3}

landoscar x content creator!reader

part 1 // part2 // pt 3//

series summary: You were invited to the Miami GP for your Track Walk series on social media, what follows after you run into a certain Papaya boy, no one could prepare you for...

series warnings: cursing, angst, smut, making out, mentions of people you may not like, mmf, threesome/throuple, if there is more let me know... ;)

a/n: this a long 4/5 part series, but the chapters will be released daily!! also... there is no hate to anyone mention in this story, it is a work of fiction and any hate towards the characters/people will be deleted.

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f1gossipofficial The plot thickens, just weeks after Lando was seen with Magui sparking romance rumours, Y/n was seen at the Nice airport in a jet we know to be Max’s wearing Lando’s 4 lines necklace, but also a custom hoodie we know to be Oscar’s… what is going on

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By the next morning, Charles and Alexandra had dropped you off in front of the condominiums Max had sent you to. “We will gladly take you in if you need to.” Alexandra said, hugging you. “I hope I won't need to, but thank you.” you hugged her back, then hugged Charles, “Keep us updated, especially Oscar, we know he won’t show it.” You nodded silently. They waved you off as you walked in with two bags. You took the elevator up to the floor and walked down the hallway, there wasn’t many doors, but theirs was the last one.

You knocked on the door, anxiety clawing at your chest. This wasn’t how you envisioned your first time here. You wanted to see their home under better circumstances, with smiles and excitement, not the cloud of pain that hung over all of you. The sound of footsteps on the other side made your heart race, followed by the door swinging open.

“Baby?” Oscar’s voice broke as he stared at you, his eyes wide with disbelief. He reached for you immediately, pulling you into a crushing embrace and burying his face in your neck.

“I’m so sorry for ignoring you,” you whispered, your voice trembling.

His grip on you tightened as a quiet sniffle escaped him, then warm tears soaked into your skin. “You have no reason to apologize,” he said, his voice cracking. “We hurt you. We betrayed your trust. You had every right to walk away.”

You shook your head, cupping his face as he pulled back to look at you. His eyes were glassy, red-rimmed, and full of regret. “I know. And we’ll talk about it later,” you said softly. “But you said you needed me, so I’m here.”

Oscar let out a shuddering breath, nodding as his thumb brushed against your cheek. “I’m so sorry,” he repeated, voice barely above a whisper.

“I know.” You pressed a soft kiss to his forehead, feeling his tension ease ever so slightly. “Where’s Lando?”

Oscar exhaled shakily, stepping back to grab your bag. “In the game room. He hasn’t come out in days except to grab food. He won’t talk to me, won’t let me in. He’s blaming himself for everything. Saying he should’ve never gone, that you’ll never forgive us. He’s been reading all the comments calling him a piece of shit and liking them. It’s killing me to see him like this.”

Oscar’s voice broke again, and he turned his head away, inhaling sharply as his shoulders shook. “Baby,” you said gently, reaching for his hand. He looked back at you, his breath catching. “It’s so hard seeing him like this,” he admitted, tears streaming down his face.

“I’m not leaving you guys. I promise.”

Oscar’s eyes widened, the relief so palpable it nearly brought you to tears. “You’re not?”

“Would I be here if I was?” you teased softly, earning a faint smile from him.

Together, you walked to the game room. Standing in front of the door, you felt your stomach churn. This wasn’t just about you being hurt—it was about mending what felt irreparably broken. You glanced at Oscar, who gave you a small, encouraging nod before knocking gently.

“Lan… can you open the door?” Oscar’s voice was soft but pleading.

A moment passed before Lando’s hoarse voice came through, thick with emotion. “Oscar, please. Just leave me alone.”

“Lando, baby, open the door. Please,” Oscar begged, his voice breaking.

Silence.

Your chest tightened as you exchanged a helpless look with Oscar. Summoning your courage, you pressed your palm against the door. “Lando, it’s me,” you called gently. “Please open the door.”

You heard fast footsteps, a click of the lock, and then the door creaked open, and Lando stood there, a shadow of himself. His normally bright eyes were red and swollen, his hair disheveled, and his face pale and gaunt. You barely had a chance to take him in before he lunged forward, wrapping his arms around you tightly, his weight nearly sending you stumbling back.

“I’m sorry,” he choked out, his voice raw and trembling as he clung to you. “I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean for any of this to happen. I messed everything up.”

“Lando,” you whispered, holding him close as his sobs wracked his body. His legs gave out beneath him, and you followed him to the floor, cradling him as though he might shatter.

“I thought you’d never come back,” he gasped, his voice muffled against your chest. “I thought I lost you forever.”

“I’m here,” you reassured him, your voice soft but steady. “I’m not going anywhere. I promise.”

Oscar knelt down beside you, his hand resting gently on Lando’s back. “Lan, you’re not in this alone,” he said, his voice breaking slightly. “We’re going to fix this. Together.”

Lando lifted his head slightly, his tear-streaked face filled with anguish. “It’s my fault,” he croaked, looking between you and Oscar. “I should’ve never gone, should’ve never let it get this far. I—I don’t deserve you. Either of you.”

“Don’t say that,” you said firmly, cupping his face in your hands. “Lando, we’ve all made mistakes, but we’re here now. And we’re going to figure it out. Together.”

“But I hurt you,” he whispered, his voice breaking again. “I hurt both of you. I didn’t even realize what I was doing until it was too late.”

Oscar’s hand slid from Lando’s back to his shoulder, squeezing gently. “We all messed up,” Oscar admitted quietly. “But you don’t have to carry this alone. We’re here, Lan. We’re not giving up on each other.”

Lando looked between the two of you, his lip trembling. “You mean that?”

“Of course we do,” you said softly. “We’re in a relationship. And we’re going to make this right.”

Oscar nodded, his own tears spilling over as he reached out to pull both of you into a hug. “You’re stuck with us, baby,” he said with a watery smile.

Lando let out a shaky laugh, his arms wrapping around both you and Oscar as his tears started to subside. “I don’t deserve you guys,” he murmured, his voice filled with a mixture of awe and self-doubt.

“You do. You deserve us, and you deserve every win, every point, every good thing that comes to you,” you said firmly, tilting his chin up to meet your gaze. “And you’ll see that in time. But for now, just let us be here for you.”

Lando leaned forward, pressing a tentative kiss to your lips. It was soft and full of unspoken emotions—apologies, gratitude, and love. When he pulled back, Oscar tilted your face toward him, his lips brushing against yours in a similar kiss, gentle yet grounding. 

Lando looked up at Oscar, “I’m sorry for ignoring you.” He said softly, “It’s okay, you don’t have to shut me out, ever.” Oscar leaned down pulling Lando into a kiss of their own.

Lando rested his head against your shoulder, and Oscar pressed himself close, the three of you tangling together on the floor. You shifted slightly, allowing them to settle between your legs, their weight comforting against you.

Lando’s voice broke the silence, barely above a whisper. “I don’t know what I’d do without you two.”

“You won’t ever have to find out,” you promised, running your fingers through his curls as Oscar pressed a kiss to your temple.

The weeks that followed were slow and deliberate, each day a step toward rebuilding what had been shaken. You stayed in Monaco with your boys, carving out a space that felt like home amidst the turbulence. Lando was still fragile, his confidence bruised, but with time, love, and plenty of reassurance, you saw glimpses of the man he had been before.

You focused on the little things—quiet mornings spent curled up together, late-night drives to nowhere, and endless games in the living room. You encouraged Lando to get back on his sim and race again, even if it was just for fun. When he finally agreed, you and Oscar sat beside him, cheering him on as though it were a championship final.

Conversations were heavy at times, raw and vulnerable, but necessary. You talked about the incident, about boundaries and trust. You forgave them, truly, but healing was a process that required more than just words. It needed time, connection, and intentional effort.

Oscar was your steady anchor throughout, always ready with a gentle hand on your back or a soft smile when things felt too overwhelming. He, too, was working through his guilt, but his focus remained on supporting both you and Lando. Together, the three of you found your rhythm again, each day a little easier than the last.

During this time, you also grew closer to Alexandra and Rebecca. Your connection with them blossomed, built on shared experiences and mutual understanding. Alexandra had a knack for making you laugh when you needed it most, and Rebecca was a steady source of wisdom and calm.

One evening, Alexandra and Rebecca invited you and the boys to dinner at Carlos and Rebecca’s place, a small gathering with a few familiar faces: Charles and Alex, Max and Kelly, and little P.

The evening was warm and relaxed, the villa overlooking the glittering Monaco skyline. Rebecca greeted you at the door with a warm hug, while Carlos handed you a glass of sangria with a charming smile.

“Everyone’s out back,” Carlos said, motioning toward the patio.

You stepped outside to find Charles and Alex laughing at something Max was saying, while Kelly helped P set up a small tea party on the corner of the table. The little girl was dressed in a princess dress, her face lighting up when she spotted you.

“Hi!” P called out, waving enthusiastically. “Do you want to join my tea party?”

You knelt down beside her. “I’d love to,” you said, taking one of the tiny chairs she offered. Lando and Oscar followed, Lando immediately slipping into his goofy, playful persona to entertain P, who giggled at his antics.

Dinner was served family-style, with everyone gathered around the long wooden table. The conversation flowed easily, punctuated by laughter and the occasional teasing.

“So, Y/N,” Max started, a playful smirk on his face, “how are you handling these two?” He gestured toward Lando and Oscar.

“Barely,” you joked, earning laughs from the table. “But they’re worth it. Most of the time.”

Lando leaned over to whisper in your ear, his voice low and teasing. “Only most of the time?”

You grinned. “You have your moments.”

Alexandra and Rebecca chimed in, sharing stories about their own chaotic moments with Charles and Carlos, which earned exaggerated groans from the men.

“I’m not that bad,” Charles protested, though his grin gave him away.

“Sure you’re not,” Alex replied, rolling her eyes fondly.

As the evening wore on, you found yourself surrounded by a sense of warmth and belonging. Kelly and Max took turns coaxing P to eat her vegetables, while Lando and Charles got into a playful debate about racing strategies. Oscar sat quietly beside you, his hand resting on your knee, a small smile on his face as he watched the chaos unfold.

After dinner, you, Lando, and Oscar stayed behind to help clean up. Rebecca handed you a dish towel with a grateful smile. “You’ve been good for them,” she said softly, nodding toward your boys. “I can see it.”

You glanced at Lando and Oscar, who were bickering over who had to wash the pans. “They’ve been good for me, too,” you admitted.

By the time you returned home that night, the three of you were exhausted but content. Lando curled up against you on the couch, his head on your lap, while Oscar stretched out on the other side, his hand entwined with yours.

For the first time in weeks, everything felt steady, like you were finally finding your way back to each other. And in that moment, surrounded by the people you loved most, you knew you’d make it through—together.

By the time you returned home that night, the three of you were exhausted but content. Lando curled up against you on the couch, his head resting on your lap, while Oscar stretched out on the other side, his hand entwined with yours. The low hum of the television played in the background, but none of you were paying attention.

Lando shifted slightly, looking up at you with a soft, contemplative expression. “We’ve been thinking,” he started, his voice hesitant.

You raised an eyebrow. “That sounds dangerous.”

Oscar chuckled, but his smile was nervous as he sat up. “No, seriously. We’ve been talking, and… maybe it’s time we stop hiding this. Hiding us.”

Your heart skipped a beat. “You mean going public?”

Lando nodded, sitting up fully now, his eyes searching yours. “Yeah. I mean, it’s not like we’re doing a great job keeping it a secret anyway. People are starting to notice how much time we spend together, and… I don’t want to keep pretending you’re just a friend. You’re so much more than that.”

Oscar reached for your hand, his thumb brushing over your knuckles. “We know it might be a lot, with the media and fans and everything, but we’ll handle it together. We just want to be honest about who we are and who we love.”

You looked between them, your chest tightening with emotion. “Are you sure? It’s going to change everything.”

Lando smiled softly. “We’re sure. We want this—you. And we don’t care who knows it.”

Before you could respond, Oscar changed the subject. “Actually, there’s one more thing we wanted to talk about.”

“Oh?”

Lando straightened up, his expression unusually serious. “After you graduate, we were thinking… maybe you could move in with us. Here, in Monaco.”

Your mouth fell open in surprise. “Move in with you?”

Oscar nodded, his tone gentle but persuasive. “It makes sense, doesn’t it? You’ll be done with school, and being in a sports-centered place like Monaco could open up so many opportunities for you. Plus, we’d get to be together all the time.”

Lando jumped in, clearly excited now. “It’d be perfect! No more long-distance, no more packing bags every other week. You’d have your own space here, and we’d finally get to be a proper team—at home and everywhere else.”

They continued talking, each building on the other’s points, their excitement spilling over as they tried to convince you. But you couldn’t stop giggling, the sound bubbling up uncontrollably.

“Why are you laughing?” Lando asked, his brow furrowing in confusion.

You shook your head, still giggling. “Because if you two would’ve stopped talking five minutes ago, I would’ve said yes already!”

They both froze, blinking at you in surprise, before breaking into matching grins.

“Wait—so you’re saying yes?” Oscar asked, his voice hopeful.

“Yes, of course, I’m saying yes!” You laughed, pulling them both into a tight hug.

Lando whooped, lifting you slightly off the couch, while Oscar pressed a kiss to your temple.

“We’re going to make this amazing,” Lando promised, his eyes shining with excitement.

Oscar nodded, his smile soft and filled with love. “You won’t regret it.”

As they pulled you back down onto the couch, the three of you tangled together, your hearts full and your future bright, you couldn’t help but think that this—right here, with them—was exactly where you were meant to be.