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[itscolossal]

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[anonf1writer]

It's stuck — LN4 TikTok Trend

hellooo! based on this request I wrote 1,6k words not about george, not about charles, but about lando loll. like i said, i was skeptical about it, but then i watched a few videos and couldn't help myself - i needed to write something. as silly as it was.

so this is it. rushed and random, but cute and easygoing at the same time. idk. hope you enjoy it. +18 PLEASE!!!

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Alone in the bathroom, you settled the phone on the counter and took a step back, making sure the camera was hidden well enough so Lando wouldn’t notice it, but not so much it wouldn’t get you both in the shot. Once happy with the result, you leaned closer to start recording and wished yourself good luck, knowing this prank had everything to go well, but also everything to go terribly as hell. 

“Lan!” you shouted, shaking your hands up and down to relieve some of the stress. “Can you come here please?!” 

“Yeah!” he shouted back. “One second babe!” 

“Now, Lando! I need you now!” 

He must’ve sensed the urgency in your voice, because he rushed across the apartment. Loudly. His feet echoing heavily as he stomped from his gaming room, through the hallway, to the bedroom.

“What?” you heard his voice, slightly out of breath, and the mere thought of him worrying that much about you was enough to curl your mouth up. “Where are you?!”

You covered your mouth to try and wipe the smile from your face, then waited as he approached the bathroom. 

“What’s wrong?” He stepped through the door with widened eyes, chest visibly going up and down underneath his black hoodie. “What happened?”

“I…” you tried, biting your nail if only to stop yourself from giving the lie away. “Sorry. I just need your help.”

“OK.” He nodded. And blinked. Hands on his hips. Tongue darting through his lips. “Sure, yeah.” Another nod. Catching his breath. “Help with what?”

“My tampon.”

“Your…”

Lando furrowed his brows. 

“What?” He flinched back and chuckled, shaking his head. “Sorry. Your what now?”

“My tampon,” you repeated, dropping your hands to your stomach and fidgeting with your own fingers. “It’s stuck. I can’t get it out.”

Lando took a step back, and his eyes grew as wide as they possibly could. 

“Stuck where? Get it out from where?!” 

“What do you mean from where?!” You laughed, your voice growing just as loud as his. “It’s inside me! You know…” 

You wiggled your eyebrows and pointed discreetly between your legs, and at that, he gasped. 

“Shut up! Your tampon is inside you and you can’t get it out?!” 

“Yes!” 

He dropped his jaw. 

Looked between your legs, and up to your face. 

Then he closed his mouth.

Only to open it again.

And then close it again. 

And then he looked down to your feet, and you watched his expression change as his brain tried to put all the information together. 

“How… How is that even possible?” he murmured. 

Laughter bubbled in your chest, and you covered your mouth before glancing up to the ceiling. 

He looked adorable, to be honest, all confused while wearing his most comfortable clothes. With his curls still wet from the shower, and his cheeks slightly blushed, probably from the topic. Part of you wanted to kiss him and apologize for bringing this joke up, but also part of you wanted to know how far he was willing to go for you. So you tried to speak again, even if you didn’t really know what to say, because it was the only way to stop yourself from giving the prank away. 

“This is so embarrassing…” You sighed, then closed your eyes and focused. “I shouldn’t… I knew I shouldn’t have said anything.”

“No, no, no.” Lando stepped forward and placed his hands on your cheeks, forcing you to look down at him. “C’mon. It’s fine. I’m here, yeah? Just tell me what to do.” 

Shit.

“I… I don’t know!” You blinked. Twice as fast. “It’s stuck, so…” 

“So we need to get it out.”

“Um, that’s the idea,” you chuckled. “Yeah.”

“Right. How do you normally do it? When it’s not… Y’know… Stuck.”

“Normally with a string, but… Hm…” You blinked again, searching for a lie to tell. “I don’t know what happened with it this time, I mean… I tried, but… Shit, I don’t know, Lan! I’m nervous, I—”

“OK, ok.” He nodded and brushed his thumbs up and down on your cheeks. Clearly an attempt to sooth you. Or maybe to sooth himself. “We’ll figure it out. That’s ok.”

“Can you… Can you pull it out for me?”

“S—Sure.” 

“Really?”

“Yeah babe, of course.”

“Do you know how?” 

“No.” He laughed, and you laughed. “But I’ve been there before, so…”

He shrugged. 

And you frowned. Eyebrows pulling together as you took a tiny step back and pulled his hands down from your face. 

“What do you mean you’ve been there before? You’ve pulled a tampon out of whom?” 

He mirrored the confusion on your face, but it only lasted one second before he cackled.  

“Babe…” Laughing, he stepped closer again, hands reaching for your waist as he hunched slightly to look straight into your eyes. Demanding your attention. “Do I look like someone who’s done this before? I mean I’ve been there before… As in, inside you.”

“What?”

“I get my fingers inside you all the time.” He shrugged. “So it’s not like I don’t know where to go or what I’ll find or—” 

“Lando!” You shoved him away and gasped, laughter falling out your chest as you covered your mouth to hide your utter shock. “Oh my God!”

“What?!” He laughed, too. “It’s true! Even during your period. We just gotta get in the shower like we did in—”

“No!” You shook your head and launched yourself forward, cradling his face and smashing his cheeks under your palms. “Shut up, ok? Just, stop. Please just stop.”  

He laughed louder, all muffled and squished between your hands. “Why are you acting like this? It’s not like—” 

“Because,” you interrupted again, standing onto the tips of your toes and pressing your lips to his. 

Lando instantly melted, leaning down and squeezing his hands around your hips. 

Breaking into a smile, you pulled away and pecked his lips one more time, then moved your arms down his chest and around his back, enveloping him into a hug while stepping closer to snuggle your cheek against his hoodie. 

“Why do you always have to come up with something sexual?”

“Babe,” Lando chuckled, circling his own arms around your neck and leaning his own cheek onto the top of your head. “You’re asking me to help you get a tampon out of your vagina, I don’t—”

“Ugh!” You turned to hide your face against his chest and shook your head, half-laughing, half-crying at him. “Jesus Christ, I can’t have you on tiktok saying any of this, y’know.”

He froze. Arms going tense and posture going straight. 

“Tiktok?”

You sighed and nodded. And then you took a step back, tilting your chin up and meeting the confusion written all over his face. 

“You were doing so great babe, and you still are… I mean, your willingness to just help me was adorable.” You stood on your toes and kissed him, mostly because you could never miss a chance to do so. “But there’s nothing stuck inside me, don’t worry about it.”

“What?”

Another kiss.

“Sorry.” 

And another one.

“Is this,” — and then Lando kissed you — “another one of those pranks?” 

Kiss.

“Mhm.” Another kiss, the soft, wet mwah bouncing between the four walls of the bathroom. “Sorry.”

“You’re unbelievable…” he murmured around your lips, hands finding a place around your neck, fingers tangling slightly with your hair. And then he kissed you again. And again. Softer. Longer. 

Your lips curled into a smile, but you didn’t pull away from the kiss. Instead, you twisted your hands around his hoodie and pulled him closer, both of you stumbling across the bathroom as you blindly made your way towards the counter. 

“We should…” you mumbled into his mouth, one hand reaching behind you to find your phone. “The video…”

“Mhmm…” He moved his kisses to your cheek, down your jaw, and neck. 

You closed your eyes, then. Head dropping, lips parting and stomach twisting as his tongue traced a wet path on your skin. 

“Was this,” he murmured, “how the prank was supposed to go?”

You smiled at the ceiling, one hand threading his curls and resting on the back of his head as he kept tasting your neck. 

Kissing, licking, nibbling. 

So fucking good.

“Don’t think so…”

He moved closer to your ear, lips circling your sweet spot before he sucked it in. 

Your knees buckled, and the quietest gasp escaped out of your throat. 

“I say,” Lando murmured, right into your ear, “we should still try to find it…”

His hands moved down your back and to your thighs. The moment his fingers dug into your leg, you knew what he wanted, and you gave a little jump right as he hoisted you up to sit on the counter. 

You spread your legs for him to stand between them, and then you tilted your head and kissed him again. His tongue tasting your mouth with the same need and hunger he had tasted your neck one second before. 

“I think…” you murmured, breaking apart and searching for air. 

But then Lando was kissing you again. And then you were kissing him right back. And his hands were wandering all over your back, and thighs, and chest. And it was hard to keep up with your thoughts. 

“Damn…” you breathed out, fingers twisting around his curls. “My… My phone…”

He nodded, but he never broke apart. He just kept you distracted while reaching to where the phone could be. 

When he found it, and when he stopped recording, the screen faded to black. Just like everything else around you. 

And then it was just you, and him, in the bathroom. Making the most out of the very unexpected turn of events at a tiktok prank.

A tiktok prank that you would never forget, but that it would also never see the light of day.

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[monzamash]

★ last chance; long live the inbox graveyard! —i pick a long forgotten request in my inbox and write a short blurb or musings

hot tub time machine lando norris x you —no warnings, just fluff "could we get a number 14 (pool/hot tub sex) with lando pleaseeee? so excited that you’re writing again!!" —requested by anon on october 8th, 2024

“happy birthday, sweetheart...”

“i really needed this," he sighed, "knowing i would be home with you for this was the only thing getting me through the last few of weeks.”

lando could feel every single ache and pain wash away as he slid into the hot tub, stomach full of the gorgeous italian spread you’d ordered for dinner. his favourite. he swore you were an angel sent to earth, everything you did for him was heavenly, he could never find the words to tell you how much he loved you.

“you look so happy lan,” you smiled, dropping the kimono you’d worn during dinner as lando’s eyes cast across your body, luring you into the tub.

“i’m very happy - especially when i get to enjoy all of this… c’mere pretty girl.”

a soft giggle slipped from your lips as you grasped his hand, "let me get a bottle of red wine for us to share and i'll join you — do you wanna open the one daniel gave you?"

"ooo, are we entering that portion of the night?" lando asked suggestively as you stood up, shooting him quizzical look.

"what do you mean?" you asked earning a loud laugh from the tub, water splashing a little as lando pulled himself up to the edge, smiling over at you with a look you knew all too well.

"as soon as you start on the red wine, you get so frisky," he stated as if it was a well-known fact, one that you certainly weren't aware of.

"i do not!" you staunchly defended, earning another loud scoff.

"oh, wow," lando laughed, "yes, you do baby and i'm not complaining so crack her open..." he teased as you carefully stepped into the tub, with lando's help of course, eyes still narrowed in annoyance.

"okay so maybe wine makes me a little more amorous than usual but i think i'm just like that when i drink, no?" you pouted, earning yourself a pity kiss from the birthday boy.

"red wine makes you horny and that's okay," he teased again with a cheeky smirk on his face as you handed him the stemmed glass, "ta."

"we'll see then, won't we," you tutted, pouring two glasses of wine while lando chuckled to himself.

"i already know what's gonna happen but sure," he baited with a wink as he slowly dunked his head under the water and emerged with a shake of his wild curls, sending water flying across the room and all over you.

"you are so sure of yourself tonight."

lando's eyes skimmed across your body briefly while you claw-clipped your hair up, not wanting the hassle of having to dry it before going to bed. secretly you knew where the night was headed, red wine or not— it was his birthday after all, but you weren't about to admit that to the man hypnotised by your every move, jaw slack from the glorious view of your cleavage.

lando was a simple man.

"well, i am the birthday boy after all so i reserve the right to be cocky once a year, yeah?" he taunted from the other side of the tub.

"yeah, only once a year..." you rolled your eyes humorously.

the distance between the two of you seemed too far for lando, so he sculled the rest of his drink and carefully placed the glass on the floor before giving you a mischievous smile.

"steady on, party boy," you chuckled as he leaned forward and snaked an arm around your waist, pulling you into his warm hold.

"i just want to focus all of my attention on you," he whispered, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear that had fallen out of your clip, his emerald irises darted over your face, finally resting on yours.

"i missed you a lot, you know."

you took that as an invitation to straddle his lap and rest your elbows over his shoulders, wine glass dangling from your fingers. lando smoothed his hands down your back and and pressed fiery kisses across your chest. his lips travelled back up your neck, along your jaw before finding your soft lips in a slow, passionate kiss. you moved in sync with him, bringing one of your hands up to trawl through his wet, tangled curls. the chlorine always got the best of them.

lando hummed quietly into the kiss before pulling back slightly, "this is the best birthday i've ever had... and i couldn't be more in love with you," he confessed as you took the chance to admire the sweet boy you'd chosen to share your life with.

you grasped his face gently between your hands and pressed another soft kiss to his lips, making sure he knew just how much you loved him, no matter what life threw your way.

"i love you too, darling... happy birthday."

a/n — the first of the end of (f1) season sale!! this hot tub request actually wasn't forgotten, just half-baked so thank you anon for sparking up the inspiration to finally finish it! hope you enjoyed it 😌

[haniette]

0.04 seconds. // ln4

pairing | lando norris x fem!reader

genre | pure fluff :’), suggestive in one moment, established relationship

word count | 3.7k

warnings | no use of y/n, suggestive !!, cursing, pet names (love, darling), kissing scenes.

summary: it’s valentine’s day, and Lando is late, but you decided to make a surprise for him.

a/n: HAPPY VALENTINE'S DAYYYYYY !! <3

Lando had always been fast.

On track, speed was his language. It was his second nature, woven into the way he moved, the way he thought, the way he thrived. His entire career revolved around milliseconds—finding the smallest gaps, calculating the briefest windows of opportunity, and closing them before anyone else could. 

It was who he was, who he had always been.

But in real life? He was always a little late. Just like this morning.

The early sunlight filtered lazily through the curtains, spilling golden light across the rumpled sheets, catching in the curves of your body as you stretched, slow and drowsy. The warmth of sleep still clung to your skin, the air thick with that quiet, intimate stillness that only existed in the early hours—before alarms, before rushing, before the rest of the world woke up. The kind of morning where time didn’t feel real.

But Lando was moving as if time was slipping through his fingers.

You watched him, half-awake, tangled in the blankets as he darted around the bedroom in his usual frantic way. His hair was damp from his shower, dark curls curling messily over his forehead, dripping onto the collar of his McLaren polo as he yanked it over his head. The fabric clung for a moment before settling into place, and he barely paused before grabbing his phone from the nightstand. His fingers flew over the screen, texting, checking the time, likely responding to a flood of messages from his team.

There was something endlessly amusing about him in moments like these—half-dressed, rushed, yet still managing to look effortlessly good even as he tripped over a pair of sneakers he’d abandoned on the floor the night before. 

Lando cursed under his breath, righting himself, then grabbed the wrong jacket from the chair, realized it, and tossed it aside with a sigh that was both dramatic and resigned.

“You said you’d wake up early, Lan.” Your voice was still thick with sleep, barely more than a murmur, but it was enough to make him glance over at you.

“I did wake up early,” He countered, flashing you a sheepish grin as he ran a hand through his curls, making them even messier. “I just… may have hit snooze a few times.”

You smirked, turning onto your side, resting your cheek against the pillow as you watched him. “Only a few?”

“Okay, five.” He shot you a guilty look before his gaze dragged over you, tangled in the sheets, soft and warm and still clinging to the last remnants of sleep. His smile widened, a little more lopsided now. “But to be fair, you could’ve helped, you know? Woken me up with… kisses or something.”

His giggle was boyish, teasing, and you rolled your eyes, groaning as you buried your face in the pillow. “Not my fault you sleep like a damn log.”

With a dramatic sigh, Lando flopped onto the bed beside you, making the mattress dip under his weight. He propped himself up on one elbow, watching you with that playful, mischievous glint in his eyes before leaning in to press a quick kiss to your lips.

It was meant to be short—a fleeting goodbye, a simple gesture before he rushed out the door—but the moment he felt you respond, he lingered.

Your fingers found his curls, still damp from showering, twisting through them as you pulled him closer, deepening the kiss. His scent wrapped around you—fresh shampoo, the taste of his mint toothpaste, and the faintest trace of his cologne, something clean and familiar. The kind of scent that made you want to bury yourself in his hoodie and never take it off.

The kiss stretched, slow and lazy, melting into the morning like sunlight spilling through the window. His breath was warm against your lips, and when he finally broke away, he didn’t go far. He stayed close, his forehead resting against yours, eyes fluttering open just enough to meet yours.

“You’re trying to make me late, love.” He accused softly, his voice tinged with amusement.

“Maybe.” You whispered, the ghost of a smile playing on your lips.

He sighed, his reluctance evident, but eventually, he pulled away. He sat up, raking a hand through his curls one last time. “I’ll be back by eight,” He promised as he stood, grabbing his keys from the nightstand, “No work, no racing talk. Just us. I swear.”

You raised an eyebrow, looking at him amused. “Swearing on Valentine’s Day? That’s bold, Norris.”

He pointed his finger at you, backing toward the door, his teasing, boyish smile never fading away. “You literally have zero faith in me.”

“Indeed.” You chuckled, stretching lazily beneath the covers.

Lando exhaled, shaking his head, but there was something softer in the way he looked at you—something quieter, something unspoken. He hesitated for half a second, lingering in the doorway, as if debating whether to drop everything and crawl back into bed, but then he sighed, resigned.

“I will be home on time,” He insisted, more serious now. “I’ll make it up to you, darling. I promise.”

You hummed knowingly, watching him disappear through the door, leaving behind the lingering warmth of his presence, the scent of his cologne still clinging to the air.

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You gave it two hours before accepting the inevitable.

Lando was, indeed, going to be late.

You weren’t surprised. Disappointed, maybe, but only in the way that came with knowing someone too well—not truly upset, just resigned to the fact that his job always found a way to keep him longer than expected. You had seen the way he hesitated before leaving, how he lingered in the doorway just a second too long, promising—swearing—that he would be home on time. But it wasn’t his fault. And, if anything, it only gave you more time to work on your plans for the evening.

Valentine’s Day had never been something extravagant for you. You didn’t care for the clichés—the overpriced dinners, the grand gestures, the roses that would wilt in a few days. It all felt too polished, too expected, and you’d never been the type to want something predictable.

But making something personal? Something that felt like the two of you? That was different. Something you enjoyed much more.

So, after a slow breakfast, you pulled on one of Lando’s oversized hoodies—the navy one that smelled like him, like warmth and the faintest trace of cologne—and set out into the streets of Monaco. 

The city was alive in the way it always was—sleek cars rolling by, the hum of conversation floating from open cafés, the sea breeze curling around the narrow streets. The sun hung low over the water, casting a golden shimmer across the yachts bobbing in the harbor. 

You took your time, stopping by the little boutique shops you knew he liked, the ones tucked between high-end storefronts, often overlooked by tourists. But you weren’t in a rush. You took your time, picking up small things that weren’t grand but were significant.

You grabbed Lando’s favorite pastries from the café by the harbor—the one where you two had spent countless mornings, splitting croissants and sipping coffee, watching the boats drift lazily across the water. The barista recognized you immediately, smiling as she packed the order, slipping in an extra chocolate pastry with a knowing glance.

Next was the little boutique tucked between designer storefronts, the one Lando always insisted had the best vintage finds despite being surrounded by high-end brands. You browsed aimlessly, running your fingers over old postcards, worn-in leather-bound notebooks, things that felt nostalgic even though they weren’t yours.

You had also decided to make a scrapbook for him with all the photos that depicted both of you.

But the real surprise? Oh, you were sure he’d enjoy it much more.

By noon, you were sprawled across the living room floor, surrounded by an absolute mess—scraps of paper, markers uncapped and rolling across the floor, glue sticks that refused to work properly. The scrapbook was imperfect, and you loved it for that.

Each page told a different part of your story with Lando. A photo of the first time he took you karting (where you definitely didn’t let him win), a blurry selfie from a trip where you got lost on purpose, a polaroid of him sleeping on a flight, mouth slightly open, hair a mess. And most importantly—your favourite photo, taken secretly by Max during your first encounter. You were both young and happy, smiling at each other while talking about everything and nothing.

Small notes were scribbled in the margins—inside jokes, sarcastic remarks, quiet little confessions that you never said out loud but felt safe writing.

You were in the middle of pressing down a picture of Lando mid-bite—one where he looked utterly ridiculous—when your phone buzzed beside you.

Lando: 

I might be a little late.

You smirked. 

You: 

Shocking.

Lando: 

Don’t even start. 

I’m trying to leave, but Zak is making me do media stuff.

You could hear the frustration in his words, imagine the way he would run a hand through his curls, sighing dramatically, probably already bouncing his leg under the table from the stress.

Lando: 

I just want to be home :(

With you.

Your heart softened, fingers hovering over the keyboard before you typed back.

You:

I’m not going anywhere, Lan. 

Just come home when you can.

There was a subtle pause before another reply came from your boyfriend.

Lando: 

I love you. 

I swear I’ll make it up to you.

You shook your head, smiling at the screen. He always did.

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Lando was losing his mind.

Everything that could possibly delay him, did have to happen.

The sim session had gone longer than expected. Then there was a meeting, then an extended debrief with Zak, then another interview that he had to sit through when all he wanted was to be home.

Every wasted second only added to the frustration in his chest, twisting tighter and tighter until it was almost suffocating. The promise he had made that morning felt like a cruel joke now, slipping further away no matter how fast he tried to chase it.

By the time he finally parked outside the apartment, it was 10:16 PM.

His fingers drummed impatiently against the steering wheel, jaw clenched. He hated being late, hated breaking promises, but most of all—he hated the thought of you waiting for him, alone.

The moment he stepped inside, the apartment was quiet, save for the soft glow of the TV flickering across the room. The scent of something home-cooked still lingered in the air, warming the space, even though dinner had long since passed.

Then he saw you.

Curled up on the couch, legs tucked beneath you, wrapped in the hoodie he had left behind this morning. The fabric was oversized on you, swallowing you up in a way that made something primal tug at his chest. Your hair was slightly messy, your fingers loosely wrapped around the stem of a wine glass.

You looked so damn perfect.

But he didn’t miss the way you glanced up at him, eyes unreadable, a quiet amusement playing at the corners of your lips. You weren’t upset. You weren’t fuming.

You were waiting.

And somehow, that made him feel even worse.

Lando let out a slow breath, shutting the door softly behind him. “Before you say anything— I know.”

The silence stretched between you, thick with anticipation. He rubbed a hand over his face, exhaling. His voice was softer this time. “I tried. I swear I tried. I didn’t mean for this to happen.”

You studied him for a moment, taking in the slight mess of his curls, the tension still lingering in his shoulders, the guilt practically radiating off of him.

Then, instead of calling him out for it, instead of making it worse, you simply nodded toward the kitchen.

“I saved you some pasta for you.” You uttered.

Lando blinked. “Wait. That’s it?” His voice held a note of disbelief. “No yelling? No ‘Lando, you’re such an idiot’ speech?”

You smirked, swirling the wine in your glass. “Oh, don’t get me wrong. You are an idiot, Lan.”

His lips twitched. “That’s all I’m getting?”

“I could have made you sleep on the couch,” You teased, tilting your head. “But…”

He stepped closer, his hands sliding into the front pockets of his jeans, watching you carefully. “But?”

You sighed dramatically, stretching out your legs. “I’d rather have you in my arms.”

Something inside him softened at that. He had spent the entire day rushing, the entire night chasing after time that refused to slow down for him. But here, with you, the urgency melted into something different. Something quieter.

He dropped his keys onto the counter and crossed the room in a few quick strides, reaching for you without hesitation. His fingers found your waist, pulling you against him, and the moment you melted into his arms, he let out a slow, relieved exhale.

And then he kissed you. Slow, deep, lingering—an apology, a plea, a silent promise all at once.

You tasted like wine, warm and sweet, and when your fingers tangled into his curls, tugging him closer, a quiet groan rumbled in his chest. He was desperate, needy in a way he hadn’t realized until now—until he felt you, soft and warm against him, until he remembered just how much he hated being away from you.

When he finally pulled back, he rested his forehead against yours, his breath uneven.

“I’m sorry I’m late,” He murmured, fingers still gripping your waist. “I’ll make it up to you, love.”

You hummed, tilting your head slightly, your lips barely brushing against his as you whispered, “I know you will.”

And then—just as he was about to kiss you again—you pulled away.

Slowly. But Deliberately.

His brows furrowed slightly as he watched you stand up, stretching your arms over your head. The movement made the hem of his hoodie ride up, exposing just a portion of your soft, bare skin.

Lando swallowed deeply as you took a step back, your eyes glinting with something playful, something wicked, before your hands went to the hem of his hoodie. And then—without breaking eye contact—you pulled it over your head and let it drop to the floor.

Lando’s breath hitched. Because fucking hell. You looked gorgeous.

You stood there, in nothing but a delicate lace set—black with orange decorations, intricate, hugging every inch of your body in a way that made his mouth run dry. The kind of set that wasn’t just lingerie, but something meant to be seen. Admired. Touched.

And god, he wanted to touch.

His jaw went slack for half a second before he caught himself, blinking rapidly. “Are you—” His voice cracked slightly, and he cleared his throat, running a hand through his hair. “Did you—”

You smirked. “Planned ahead.”

He exhaled sharply, dragging a hand down his face, his body already burning. His fingers twitched at his sides, aching to touch you, to undo the straps, to press his lips against every inch of newly exposed skin.

“I—” He licked his lips, eyes dark, voice lower now. “Fucking hell, you’re killing me, love.”

You bit your lip, tilting your head slightly. 

“Maybe,” You murmured. “But hey, it is Valentine’s Day.”

Lando groaned, already reaching for you, already desperate to close the space between you. “I swear to god, if I had known this was waiting for me, I would’ve left work hours ago.”

You laughed softly, wrapping your arms around his neck as he pulled you flush against him, his hands finally finding their way to the bare skin of your hips. His grip was firm, desperate, his fingers pressing into you like he was trying to make up for every second he had missed.

His lips hovered just above yours, his breath warm, heavy.

“You’re gonna have to make up for it now, then,” you whispered, your nails scratching lightly at the nape of his neck.

His answering grin was slow, teasing, but his eyes? His eyes were hungry.

“Oh, don’t worry, love,” He murmured, voice rough with want as he backed you toward the bedroom. “I’ll do it gladly.”

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As the two of you lay in your bed, tangled in the sheets, still naked, but hot and tired, the world outside seemed to fade into nothingness. The soft hum of the city, the faint sounds of night birds, everything seemed distant as Lando gently pulled you into his arms, the warmth of his embrace grounding you. 

His heartbeat was steady against your ear, his breath still a little uneven, but it felt like you were the only two people who existed in that moment.

You shuffled in the bed, turning around, and your eyes immediately caught his. The light from the bedside lamp casted a soft glow on his face. His usual confidence had softened in the quiet of the room, replaced by the kind of vulnerability that made him look even more endearing. You smiled, still amused by his frantic apology earlier, and decided to play along a little longer.

“Well, you better be careful next time, Norris,” You said softly, your lips curling into a teasing grin. You looked up at him, eyes gleaming with that playful glint you both loved. “Next time, when you’re even 0.04 seconds late, you’ll be in big trouble.”

Lando raised his eyebrow, clearly intrigued but amused. His lips parted as he tried to suppress the grin tugging at the corners of his mouth. “0.04 seconds, huh?”

You nodded, still keeping your gaze locked with his, the air thick with a lighthearted tension. “Yeah. You might think you’ve got time to spare, but not with me. I’m very serious about punctuality, Lando. Every second counts.”

He chuckled, the sound rich and warm, and his thumb gently brushed against your cheek. “So, if I’m even a fraction late again, I’m in trouble?” His voice was low, playful but with an edge of curiosity, as if he was testing the waters to see how far you were willing to take this.

You leaned in, lips just brushing his ear, your voice dropping to a whisper that only he could hear. “That’s right. A fraction could cost you a lot. Next time, you might find yourself on the couch instead of in my bed.”

Lando’s whole body stiffened for a second as he let out an exaggerated gasp. “The couch? Seriously?” He pulled back just enough to look at you, clearly feigning shock. “That’s cold, even for you.”

You smiled sweetly, a playful smirk tugging at the corners of your mouth. “I have to keep you on your toes, you know. No one gets special treatment around here.” You softened your tone just a touch. “But I’ll let you off the hook this time. You did make it back eventually.”

Lando leaned in close, his breath warm against your lips. He was laughing, but his eyes were full of affection. “Well, you can’t blame me for trying to get back to you.” He said softly, his voice almost a whisper now, just for the two of you. He cupped your face in his hands, his thumb grazing over your lips. “You’re the reason I wanted to be on time. You’re the reason I couldn’t wait to get home.”

Your heart fluttered, and you closed your eyes for a moment, savoring the sincerity in his words. You could feel your own heartbeat picking up as you leaned into his touch, your breath catching in your throat. The playful banter had melted into something deeper, something more real.

Still, you weren’t done teasing him just yet. You smirked, leaning up to kiss the tip of his nose. “I’ll let it slide this time. But next time, I’ll be watching the clock very closely.”

Lando’s lips parted in mock offense as he leaned in, capturing your lips in a kiss that was at once slow and deep, as if he was trying to convey everything he was feeling in that moment. The kiss deepened, his hands moving to your bafs back, pulling you closer until there was no space left between you. The heat of his body, the steadiness of his touch, all of it surrounded you, wrapped you in a sense of security and comfort.

When the kiss finally broke, you both lay there for a few seconds, breathless, your foreheads resting against each other. Lando’s hands slid down your back, fingertips lightly tracing the curve of your hip. His voice was soft, almost teasing but still full of that warmth that made your chest ache. 

“You know,” He started, his eyes flicking down to your lips before meeting your gaze again, “I think I’ll make sure I’m never late again. I don’t want to risk it.”

Your heart skipped a beat at the sincerity hidden beneath his teasing words. “You’d better,” You murmured, “Because no matter how much you race in your  life, Lando Norris, this is your finish line.” You smiled, your voice soft and warm now. “And I’m always going to be here, waiting for you.”

Lando leaned in one last time, his lips brushing against yours with a slow, lingering kiss that spoke volumes. The banter, the teasing—it all faded into the background as he held you close, as if time didn’t matter anymore. In that moment, it was just the two of you, and nothing else mattered.

When the kiss broke, he looked at you with a soft smile, resting his forehead against yours. “I don’t deserve you.” He murmured.

You chuckled softly, rubbing his back. “Maybe not. But I’ll keep you around anyway.”

Lando chuckled at your words, eyes bright with affection. “I’m not kidding. You’re my everything.”

You nodded, a warm, contented smile spreading across your face as you cuddled into him. “And you’re mine. But just remember, next time… 0.04 seconds, Norris. 0.04 seconds.”

Lando laughed, kissing your forehead before whispering, “Understood, love. No more delays. I’ll always make it back to you.”

And with that, the world outside ceased to exist, leaving only the two of you—wrapped up in the quiet intimacy of a promise made, and the comfort of each other’s arms.

“But you know I have other gifts for you, right?” You chuckled as you lay tangled in your bed, on the verge of falling asleep.

“Shhh.. let me enjoy this gift for now.”

And next time, you both knew, no matter the time, you’d always find your way back to each other.

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[ladymarvel27]

A scoop of fluff | Lando Norris

Lando Norris x Reader

based on this request: can i request a fluff lando fic with the prompt: reader's hungry at late night, went out alone to buy some ice cream because lando was sleeping already. halfway to the store lando whinely called you to ask where did you leave him to and immediately drove there to pick you up to buy ice cream together. ofc you and lando debated about which flavors tasted best and worst before agreeting to buy everything to try later on.

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Her body was feeling hot as she slowly opened her eyes. 6 P.M. Her eyes widened. A small nap turned into three hours of sleep. She checks her phone to find Lando had left a message, Hey, didn’t wanted to wake u up, went for a run. She slowly sits up and stretches, her body tired from oversleeping.

She slumps into couch, the chips packet in one hand while the other picks up the television remote, pressing the power button.

An hour later, the front door opens and Lando makes his way inside, his shirt heavily damp, “Hey bab….” His voice falters as he sees her lying in the couch, her eyes glued to the tv and few small packets of snacks lying nearby, a melted chocolate in her hand, with small pecks on her lips. “Hey, lan,” she smiles noticing him enter, “Want some?” She asks, offering him the packet of snack lying around as she eats all the chocolate in her hand. “Well, I brought the dinner,” he says, bringing forward a paper bag, “Lasagna?”

She nods, smiling, “Cool that you brought dinner.” He smiles slowly, his eyes darting around to snacks packets lying around. He goes inside and comes out some minutes later, cleaned and in fresh clothes.

“Well,” she spoke, “we can have it later, right?” He nods, “Yeah, you should wait,” She picks up the packets lying around, “Do you want to watch this with me?” She points to the T.V. He sits down next to her on the couch.

Nearly an hour later, Lando’s stomach rumbles. “I think we should have dinner,” She spoke laughing. He chuckles, “Yeah.”

She sets up the dinner table and Lando places two plates on it. “Looks delicious,” she spoke. “Yeah, the diner nearby, they make good food, so I thought I should bring home some.” She smiles, “That’s good,” she takes a bite of the food, “mmm…it’s good,” she points to the food.

She pushes her plate with some leftover food towards Lando. “No love, eat, that’s your portion.”

“I am full Lan,” she looks at him with puppy eyes, “Pleaseeeeeeee…” “Okay,” he sighs and takes her plate. She gulps down a glass of water, smiling, thinking of the ice cream she was planning to eat. She stands and starts clearing the table.

After clearing up the dinner, Lando spoke, “I am going to bed.”

“Okay,” she replies loudly from the kitchen, “I am going to have an ice cream, you want some?” Lando refuses. She goes to the refrigerator and opens the door. “OH No!” She exclaimed.

“What happened?” Lando asks from the bedroom.

“There is no ice cream left.”

“Then come to bed, you were already full, right?” HE chuckles to himself. She closes the door and enters the bedroom, her shoulders slumped as she throws herself on the bed next to Lando.

He was about to speak when she spoke up first, “Good night, Lando.”

He sighs quietly, “Good night, babe.”

She closes her eyes and falls asleep.

Her eyes open like its morning. She looks at the clock in her phone. 1 A.M. She smiles and closes her eyes, pulling up the cover to go back to sleep.

She didn’t go back to her sleep.

She shut her eyes tightly to force herself into sleep. Shouldn’t have taken that afternoon nap. After few minutes of trying, she looks to her side. There lies Lando, in deep sleep. Her sweet boyfriend. What else is sweet? The ice cream whichshe could have eaten. Her mouth waters at the thought of it, diminishing any ways of sleeping peacefully. “Lando?” She softly calls him but he shows no response, already in a deep sleep.

She sighs and slowly gets out the bed. He stirs slowly but falls into his sleep again. She dresses up, picks up keys and phone, leaving him behind in deep sleep.

Lando turns in his sleep, his hand stretching seeking her warmth only to go into the cold empty mattress. His eyes flutter open. “Where the hell is she?” He mutters in his sleep, while still being tense. His hand reaches for his phone. “It’s nearly 2 am!” He mutters under his breath.

“Babeeee!” He calls her in sleepy voice, “Love! Where are you?”  He calls her name several times, but they were met with no answers.

He sighs in annoyance and dials her number.

She picks up and answers, “Hey, Lando, I hadn’t thought you would wake-”

“Where are you?!”

“I am…getting…ice cream.”

“At this time?!” He was nearly shouting but controlled himself. He shouldn’t shout at her. He couldn’t shout at her, “Okay, I am coming there.”

“No Lando, no need, I will be-”

“No, I am driving to there,” he says and hangs up. He immediately gets up, throws cold water on his face, picks up essentials and gets into his car, drove to the store.

She was standing near the door when Lando arrived. “Hey,” he yawns.

“Hello, Lan.”

“You should have woken me up.”

“But you were fast asleep, I didn't want to disturb you.”

“Oh sweetheart,” he sighs, and wraps his arms around her, “let’s get some ice cream.” She smiles as they both enter the store.

“Vanilla?” He asks.

She makes a disgusted face, “Ew, no!”

“What ew?” He gasps, “You find Vanilla disgusting?”

“Not disgusting, I just, I find it… boring.”

“So, you want the chocolate?”

“Yes. What’s wrong in that?”

“It’s so basic, love,” he argued.

“Well Vanilla’s more basic!” She retorts at him, making him gasp.

“But it tastes the best,” he pouts at you, making you chuckle.

“Let me be the mature one here,” she says, “everyone has their own perspective.”

“Well yeah,” he sighs, “how about we get everything to try later?”

She purses her lips, smiling as she nods, “Sounds like a great idea.”

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[mywritersmind]

ACROSS THE HALL - LN4

part one

summary : Lando Norris and Max Fewtrell have rented a nice apartment in miami for the week before the grand prix! They were promised a beautiful view, nice rooms, and a smart TV! What they didn’t know was included is a smart mouthed girl with an affinity for cow slippers.

or : In which Lando Norris has a crush on his neighbor.

listen up : lando x american diva! dual pov + third pov randomly bc i couldn’t decide! will hopefully be a series but i need some serious motivation. requests are open!

heard through the grapevine that lando and max rented an apartment in miami for this week and idc if it’s not true bc i wrote this!

words : 4001

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Lando doesn’t know when it started, but once he heard the incessant banging on the front door, it didn't stop. “Christ- Max, turn down the music!” He yells at his best friend, hurrying out of the kitchen, his socks sliding on the hardwood floors for him to finally reach the door.

The second the door swings open, she starts. “Let me ask you something. Have you ever had a neighbor before?” Lando blinks, looking down at the surprisingly attractive girl. She places her hands on her hips and just before she opens her mouth again, Lando gets a horrible feeling that he’s done something wrong. “I don’t know where you came from but every other person who rented this apartment has been kind and quiet and fucking normal! Why are you blasting club music at one in the morning!? How many people are even in here? To be honest, I don’t really care. I'm a very curious person though and would like to know if you were raised by a woman; because I guarantee, if you were, she would be disappointed.”

“Um…” He hesitantly says, scared of making her go off again, “who are you?” She's taken back by his accent for a moment but stands up straighter after a temporary lapse of insanity.

“The person who’s sharing this floor with you and can’t fucking sleep because a teenage boy is up-” she looks past Lando, “Baking and blasting music four hours before she has to be up!” She finally finishes then, huffing out a breath and dropping her arms to her side.

Lando narrows his eyes, “Did you just call me a teenage boy? And insult my mother-”

“I didn’t insult your mother, I insulted you.”

His brow quirks at this and she has the horrible realization that he’s enjoying this. “Why do you have to be up at five?”

She’s a bit shocked at his question, wishing the handsome man would just apologize and move on. “Please, just turn down the music.” She sighs, crossing her arms. Lando takes her in full now, eyeing her white pajama set and getting particularly interested in her slippers that look like plush cows on her feet.

He leans against the door as she notices his intrigue, pulling her arms tighter over her chest, “You know, you could have just said that. Though I did enjoy your little crash out, got the whole small but mighty thing going for you, huh?”

She doesn’t say anything, just stares. She’s still wondering why he’s playing such horrible music at this time. He’s attractive, sure. No girl has come around the corner half naked yet. So what is this then? Some sort of bachelor pad for the week?

A voice breaks their silence, “Lan, I think I burnt the pavlova!” Lando cringes at this, neither he or Max are great bakers but a quick tik tok from P about this dessert gave them both false confidence.

“Pavlova…?” Y/n mutters to herself, her eyes finding the suspicious man who looks disappointed now. He turns his head, looking down the hall and making Y/n’s eyes dart to his jaw.

After an hour of building up the audacity to come knock on the door across from hers, she was too filled with rage to see who she was yelling at.

He is, for a lack of better words, incredibly hot. He’s in grey sweats and a tight white shirt that moves with his muscles. He’s got dark curls that form a sort of messy mullet and compliment his tanned skin far too much, especially in the fluorescent lighting.

Y/n shakes her head as he turns back to her, ruling out the bachelor party in her mind.

“We’ll turn down the music.” Lando gives in, almost forgetting why this gorgeous girl is still in his doorway, “Promise.”

She nods, barely noting that he didn’t apologize. “Thanks.” She turns and hurries back to her apartment, disappearing behind the dark red door in a split second.

Lando shuts the door slowly, still a bit confused and making his way back into the kitchen. “Max…”

“Lando! What was that!? I burnt the whole thing!” His childhood friend is scurrying around the apartment, opening every window as Lando’s eyes land on the charcoal treat. Max stops when he sees Lando frozen, his mind clearly elsewhere, “Hello!? Did someone open the door and kiss you?”

“I just met our neighbor.” He looks up at his friend who scoops the contents of the tray into the trash.

“And?”

“For someone so angry, she was very pretty.”

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Despite the rough night Y/n had, her morning went much smoother. Delivering a package that had completely taken over her life for the past two months felt like a weight was lifted off her shoulders.

She had spent so long on the painting that she feared the end result would be hindered by how often she looked at the large canvas. In a kind turn of events, the girl ended up loving it. And even luckier, the client did too.

She treated herself to an iced coffee the second she got back, finding herself at the small shop that is far out of her price range for a morning treat but too delicious to overlook.

Coffee in one hand, a bouquet of tulips in the other, she sighs and steps into the cool air of her elevator. Her quiet is disturbed by a voice, “Wait! Please!” Y/n stops the doors instinctively, looking up at a man with curly hair and round cheeks that are very red.

He lets out a huff of air before whipping his head around to the door, “I’m running from someone.” He practically jumps into the elevator, slamming his hand on the button Y/n had already pressed.

The doors shut just as he realizes they’re going to the same place. “Please tell me you’re our pretty neighbor and Lando didn’t invite a girl over on our lads holiday.”

Her brows move upward at the ‘pretty’ bit, understanding now that this must be the handsome man’s loud friend. “I’m your neighbor. Who are you running from?” Y/n says and before she knows it, she’s shaking the man’s hand.

“I’m Max! My idiot friend.” He says brightly, “Heard you were upset about last night- really sorry about that. Lan just flew from Bahrain and his sleep schedule is all fucked up and of course he made me stay up but I could only stay awake with the music-” The elevator dings and the doors open, revealing Lando standing with his arms crossed.

“How did you get in front of me!?” Max says, still out of breath and looking panicked at the sight of his friend.

“You fucking ditched me!” Lando grabs Max’s shoulder, hard.

“P called!”

“I had to avoid questions about ma-” He notices the girl with Max now, innocently sipping her drink and enjoying their animated conversation.

“Look who I found!” Max straightens, presenting Y/n as if he acquired her on the street. He goes to say her name but realizes that neither of them know it, “Oh. Um…”

“I'm Y/n.” She finally says, smiling at the two. “It’s nice to properly meet you.”

Lando looks down at this, “Right, uh… I’m Lando.”

“You didn’t introduce yourself last night!?” Max slaps Lando’s arm, “Your mum would be ashamed.”

At this, Y/n laughs out loud. Making Max look surprised and Lando groan inwardly. Of course he had to say that. “So… why were you running from him?”

They both look at the girl, Lando letting go of Max and sighing, “Long story.” She hums at this, still curious but understanding that he doesn’t want to share.

Max apparently does, “One where I almost died but sure-”

Lando rolls his eyes, “He did not almost die.”

“I did!” Max walks down the hall, “P saved me.”

Lando eyes the girl as Max walks in front of them, “His girlfriend.” he then raises his voice, “who, as much as I love her, cannot save you over the phone!”

Max flips Lando off and shoves the key into the locked door, “Sorry again about last night, Y/n. I’m more sorry that it was Lando who opened the door and not me. I really wish I saw you yell at him.”

Lando’s eyes go wide at this, Y/n now laughing at the thought of Lando explaining what she’d said. “I can recreate it if you’d like, he still hasn’t apologized anyway.” She turns fully to him as Max cracks up in the corner, his face now matching his partner in crime.

Lando feels bad now, scratching the back of his neck at the call out, “I’m very sorry.” He looks down at her, his eyes soft when they meet hers, “And I hope you got up at such an ungodly hour feeling refreshed.”

Y/n grins, “I did, thank you.”

“Maybe you should invest in some ear plugs though. Ever heard of Loop-”

Max groans, “Stop giving the woman more reasons to hate you!” Lando just grins at this, Y/n’s eyes narrowed at the look he gives as he walks away.

Lando nods at her slightly, Max gone already as he retreats down the hall, “Have a good day, pretty.” It takes her back, the sweet name and wink that flies her way. She doesn’t have the chance to respond, he’s back in the apartment too quick, the red door closing behind him.

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lando

“Oh my god.” Max says the second the door clicks shut, “You flirted with her, didn’t you!”

I roll my eyes immediately, “I did not.”

“You did!” I sit on the couch, pulling out my phone which he snatches from me, “You’re insufferable.”

“What!?” I let out a laugh, trying to grab my phone back which he only holds up higher in the air.

“I’ve been trying to get you to go out with Vanessa for weeks-” I shake my head at the thought, “And you’ve all but fallen at our pretty neighbors knees!”

“Max.” I deadpan at his dramatics, “I apologized.”

“You said good day!” He sounds like he’s in a victorian novel, making me laugh and argue back.

“You told me to be nice!”

“You called her pretty.”

“So did you.” I stand, taking my phone back, “I’m telling P.”

“I called her pretty because you did. Something P would not be mad at because P isn’t just pretty, she’s beautiful.”

“Shut up with your lovey dovey shit.” I fill up a glass with water, “I’ll go out with Vanessa if it means that much.” He’s been pushing this girl on me for weeks and as much as I love women, a triple header is not a time for me to try something (or someone) new!

“No.” He huffs, “Maybe this is good. Maybe you should flirt your little player boy heart out.” Along with trying to set me up, he’s also been attempting to lighten my mood. Hence our little week getaway before Miami.

I sigh, pinching the bridge of my nose and choosing to ignore the part where he called me a player. “Can I go on the sim now?”

“You mean, Can your best friend Max Fewtrell beat you on the sim now? Yes!”

I watch him practically skip to the machine and when I go to join him, I have to stop myself from playing our music a little too loud.

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you

There’s a knock on my door exactly one minute after I scream. I open it and am not surprised when I'm met with the face of my new neighbor. “Are you okay?” Lando says quickly, he looks more distressed than I am.

“Yeah!” I push my hair out of my face, regretting it immediately when I feel the catch of paint on my skin, “Are you?”

He doesn’t answer me. “We heard you scream- something fell?”

I nod, crossing my legs and dreading turning around because of the absolute mess I've made, “I put up a bookshelf last week… clearly not well.”

He smiles a bit at this, something ridiculously small and crazy attractive. I hear Max from the other side, swearing like a sailor as Lando groans, “Right, looks like we’ll be ordering in tonight.”

“Oh shit thanks for reminding me!” I pull my phone out of my jeans pocket and checking the time. “What’re you guys getting?”

“Uh I don’t know actually… You’re the local, what’s best?” He leans against my door frame so effortlessly that it makes me bite my lip.

“Uhm well I’m getting Thai from a place down the street, it’s insanely good!” I grab my keys from my catch all and shut the door behind me.

He looks at me up and down, “You’re going right now? Like that?”

I scoff, “Are you insulting my choice of shoe wear?”

He just laughs, shaking his head. He turns back to his door and just when I think I'm going to be alone again, he yells, “I’m going with Y/n to get food! Text me what you want.” I can hear Max’s quick protest before Lando shuts the door and his attention is back fully on me. He pauses for a second, his phone sliding into the back pocket of his jeans, “That’s okay… right?”

I just nod and get into the elevator that feels oddly cramped with him by my side. He’s staring at my feet still. When he notices that I'm staring at him, his face splits into a grin. “Why cows?”

I shrug, “I liked the flowers.”

“Why is there paint all over them?” I sigh at his words, the one part of my life I simply can’t hide because it’s on everything I own.

“I’m an artist.”

“You have paint on your face too.” He motions to his forehead. I sigh, already forgetting the fact and wiping mine with my sleeve. “Do you paint cows?” I step out of the elevator first and lead the way, letting him talk as he follows, “Or flowers?” His hands are in his pockets, the night air oddly cold tonight. “You don’t have a boyfriend.”

At this, I stop. Turning to face him and making his shoes skid against the ground.

“I mean- you put up bookshelves by yourself. Unless your boyfriend is just a dud finance guy. Sorry that was rude.” He goes back and forth with himself, barely keeping eye contact and making me laugh.

I pull my lips together, “No. It was funny.”

He meets my eyes, something that, until now, I couldn’t decipher the color of. “So you do have a boyfriend then?”

“Why do you want to know so badly?” At this, he only smiles. He really is cute.

I keep walking. I think he’s following me but when I turn around to check, there’s two guys talking to him.

I shake my head and continue to the shop.

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lando

“Thank you so much!” one of the guys says to me as they walk away. “Good luck next weekend!”

“No problem!” I say, hurrying away and almost missing the shop that Y/n is in. I walk up next to her like nothing happened, “So, what should I get?”

We end up sitting at a little table in the back, Y/n sips her diet coke and watches a family or five near us. “You shouldn’t have paid.”

I ignore this, “Did you grow up in miami?” I ask, to which she hesitates before shaking her head.

“Moved here for college and just never left.” She has both of her hands on her soda, tapping a finger against the lid. “Where did you grow up?”

I tell her. I tell her as little as possible without trying to make myself sound like a serial killer. I don’t really want her to know anything about me. Is that bad when I want to know everything about her?

“You’re an artist.” I bring the straw of my water to my lips, “You give that energy.”

She laughs out loud at this. “How so?”

“Well besides the fact that you have paint everywhere, you’re very…” I can’t really explain it, and I'm doing a horrible job by moving my hands in the air, “Artsy?”

She nods but I can tell she wants to laugh again but she leans back in her chair and I swear, she checks me out. “You’re an athlete.” She says, catching me off guard and making me raise a brow.

The corner of my lips tug upward, “Am I just that jacked or…?”

She rolls her eyes at the same time the worker hands us our food. There’s three bags that she simply glances at. “I don’t have a boyfriend but while I have a man at my disposal… I might as well use you.” And then she shrugs and walks out.

I’ve never grabbed something so fast.

“Hey so- our food is all mixed in the bags.” I mention when we get into the elevator.

“Because you had to pay for mine.” She bites back.

“So we don’t know what is whose, so why don’t you just come over and have dinner with us?” She just stares at me. “Max is driving me crazy already and I promise we’re not crazy or criminals.”

She hums, “Yeah, okay.”

“Really?” I say a bit too enthusiastically, I hadn’t expected her to actually say yes but it’s a very pleasant surprise.

“Sure. I mean, if I get murdered at least I'll be well fed.” she walks out of the elevator with her hair swinging behind her like it’s nothing.

“At this point, you’re more likely to kill us.” I unlock the door and let her in.

We all end up around the kitchen table, it’s absolutely covered in different plates that are being picked at by each of us. Turns out, Y/n fits in great. She's ridiculously funny and keeps saying shit about Max that flies right over his head.

We tell her about how we grew up, “I still can’t get rid of him.” I say as Max flips me off, “Somehow I've just collected his family and girlfriend too.”

“I want to meet this girlfriend.” Y/n says sweetly before raising a sudden brow at Max, “You sure she’s real?”

Max scoffs and shows her his phone background, “Very much so!”

“Max!” She grabs the phone, dropping her fork into her noodles, “She’s gorgeous! I’m impressed.” He looks all proud and nods as he takes his phone back. Y/n looks at me now, “So what’s wrong with you then?”

I look around, confused on how this subject got turned on me, “Nothing!”

Her eyes narrow, turning to Max and pointing at me, “What’s wrong with him?”

“His lifestyle doesn’t… allow him to date.” Max has a shit eating grin on his face, something I'll be sure to remind him of later when he’s bragging on the sim.

“That’s a lie!” I argue, “I get women!”

Max laughs, throwing his head back, “Oh buddy, we know.” He says it as if I've been with tons over the past months. I want to yell that I haven’t even had sex since february but I think that’ll make things worse and more embarrassing for me. “Y/n, he’s not emotionally available.”

She grins, holding her cup in her hand still. She moves it as she talks, all I can hear is ice. “You sound like a male escort.”

I'm growing more horrified by the second, “I am not a male escort! I just… I don't want to date right now. Is that so bad?”

“No but it makes me think you’re either a slut or just got your heart broken.” Okay so Y/n is just as straightforward as she was last night.

My jaw drops, “What’s your excuse then?”

She breaks eye contact then, “I wouldn’t say heartbroken… more like, I did the breaking.” She shrugs, taking a bite of a spring roll.

Max whistles, “Tell us everything then.”

“There’s not much to tell. I broke up with him and he can’t seem to grasp that fact…” She stabs at her plate, “I sorta wish he would understand though because it’s getting really annoying. He keeps making burner accounts to stalk my instagram.”

Max claps his hands together, “Easy fix! Post a guy.”

She shakes her head, “No way… then everyone else would see it too. Plus, me telling him I don’t love him should be enough.”

I practically choke on my food, laughing so hard as Max starts clapping again, “Y/n, I think this is the start of a beautiful friendship.” He stands, moving into the kitchen with his cup.

“Finance bro?” I ask, her nose scrunching at the thought.

“Worse… indie artist.” I laugh even harder at this, “We met in a sculpture class.”

“Oh no…” I shake my head.

She puts her hands on her cheeks, “He was cute!”

“Lemme see, then.” She begrudgingly pulls up a photo of him, of them. They’re dressed up and the first thing I notice is that her hair is a different color. I then remember why I'm looking at this and zero in on him. “Nope. Ugly.”

She laughs and puts her phone away, “Ugh! Enough about him. I’ll have nightmares.”

“After seeing that, so will I.” I shiver, going back to my food and debating saying something in my head. “Can I ask you something?”

She nods, “Sure.”

“You didn’t seem that shocked.” I say hesitantly, “When those guys stopped me outside.”

She shrugs, “Only mildly.”

“You know why, then?” I twirl my fork in my hand, hating this conversation already.

“I know you.” She blinks, making my stomach literally drop.

I try to hide my absolute disappointment, knowing I should know better than letting a random girl into my space- “You do?” Max walks back in, sitting down.

“Sort of. I googled you.” Oh.

“Oh?” Max joins in.

“Both of you.” She explains, “I was curious and still had to make sure you weren’t actually serial killers… Now I just know you’re actually best friends and you’re a- streamer?” She looks at Max, then me, “You too? F1 a side gig or…?”

I smile, actually smile at her. I don’t think I've ever been so relieved in my life. “I can’t believe you didn’t know me.”

“Okay, cocky!” Max says before I flick a piece of rice at him.

“I just mean- How? You live so close to the grand prix! There’s ads everywhere.”

“And I hate sports. I’m am only interested if it’s creative usually and whatever the fuck you guys wear- and drive, are not.”

I frown, “My car was shiny once.”

“Shiny and orange.” she points out, “Although you guys are pretty hot.” She says it like it’s nothing so I have to pretend my heart's still beating at a normal pace. “Last year I actually rented out my apartment for the week… made a shit ton of money, so thank you.”

Y/n ends up leaving right before Max and I start watching some movie she recommended, “What are you doing tomorrow?” I ask, in what’s becoming my favorite doorway ever.

“Sitting in my studio.” She sighs, “Gotta finish painting something. How about you guys?”

“Beach day!” Max yells, making popcorn in the kitchen.

“Beach, gym, streaming… knock on our door and I'll drop everything to pretend to be your boyfriend, though.” I add on as she looks down, smiling. “Anything else we have to do? I mean, we are going to be here for four more days but still.”

She thinks for a moment, twirling her hair around her finger like a princess. “Before you leave you have to go to brickell at night. I’m not sure if two guys will enjoy it as much as me but, check it out.”

“Y/n!” Max pokes his head out the door, “What is ‘how to lose a guy in ten days’ about?” She smiles and walks backwards into the hall.

“That’s the point of a movie, Max. You get to find out.”

[annaswrites00]

A Night In

LN4 x gf!reader

(1.0k)

Summary - You and Lando stay in to bake pizzas… warning - none, just wholesome fluff and bf Lando

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The rain had been coming down all afternoon, a soft patter against the windows that made the whole world outside look sleepy and slow. Inside Lando’s Monaco flat, everything felt golden and warm. The overhead kitchen lights buzzed quietly, the smell of flour and tomato sauce thick in the air, and somewhere in the background, a playlist crooned low and lazy.

You sat perched on the edge of the marble counter, swinging your legs and watching as Lando fought — and lost — a battle with a stubborn piece of pizza dough.

“I thought you said making homemade pizza would be fun,” he said, shooting you a betrayed look as he struggled to flatten the dough with a comically small rolling pin.

“I did say that,” you said, laughing. “You’re just weak.”

He gasped, scandalized. “You wound me.”

You tossed a little pinch of flour in his direction, the white powder floating through the air and dusting his messy curls. He froze mid-roll, eyes narrowing.

“Oh, it’s on.”

Before you could scramble away, he darted forward, swiping a floury hand across your cheek. You squealed, trying to wriggle out of his reach, but he just laughed — that bright, boyish laugh you loved — and grabbed you around the waist, holding you hostage.

“Say you’re sorry!” he demanded, mock-stern.

“Never!” you shrieked, grinning so hard your cheeks hurt.

It ended, like it always did, with both of you breathless and messy, smudged with flour, clinging to each other and laughing. You finally pulled back, resting your forehead against his shoulder, the scent of him — warm skin, clean laundry, a hint of cologne — grounding you.

“We’re gonna ruin the pizzas,” you mumbled into his hoodie.

“Worth it,” he said, and kissed the top of your head.

You both managed, somehow, to get back to work. Lando was determined to make your pizzas heart-shaped, even if it killed him. The results were… questionable, at best. His looked more like a lopsided potato than a heart, and yours wasn’t much better — but neither of you cared.

“Tadaaa,” Lando said proudly, presenting his mangled dough to you like it was a trophy.

“You’re an artist,” you deadpanned, biting back a smile.

He stuck his tongue out at you.

Your heart flipped stupidly in your chest, and you quickly turned back to your toppings to hide your blush. You layered sauce and cheese, bickering over what counted as “too much”, tossing rogue pepperonis into each other’s mouths, and arguing over whether pineapples were an acceptable topping (they were not, according to Lando).

Finally, the pizzas slid into the oven, and you both collapsed onto the couch, exhausted and giddy.

You dragged a fuzzy blanket off the back of the sofa, throwing it over the two of you as you snuggled close. Lando smelled faintly of flour and boy and something you couldn’t name but always associated with home.

He picked up the small stack of romcoms you’d brought over, flipping through them dramatically.

“The Deal,” he read aloud. “The Kiss Quotient. Love, Theoretically.”

He turned and grinned at you. “These can’t be real.”

You laughed, nudging him with your foot. “Pick one, loser.”

He eventually settled on The Deal, propping it open and resting it on his lap. You curled into his side, your head tucked under his chin, his free arm automatically wrapping around you like it was the most natural thing in the world.

He started reading out loud, voice a little teasing but surprisingly soft.

You closed your eyes, listening, your whole body warm and relaxed against him.

Every few minutes, he’d pause to make a comment — usually stupid.

“If a guy ever talked to you like this, I’d deck him,” he muttered during one scene.

You cracked an eye open to grin at him. “It’s a romance novel, Lan.”

“Yeah, well. He better watch himself.”

You smiled into his hoodie, feeling ridiculously happy, ridiculously safe.

The rain kept tapping against the windows. The flat smelled like baking dough. Lando’s voice was low and rhythmic, the words buzzing softly in your ear.

After a while, you tilted your head up to look at him. He caught you staring, eyebrows raised.

“What?” he asked, smiling that soft, sleepy smile that was reserved just for you.

You shook your head, heart aching with how much you loved him.

“Nothing. Just… you’re really cute.”

He flushed a little, ducking his head. “You’re the cute one.”

You nudged him again, and he leaned down without hesitation, pressing a warm, lingering kiss to your lips. It was slow, sweet, a little clumsy — the kind of kiss that tasted like comfort and home and all the little things that mattered most.

The oven dinged, the timer going off with a loud beep, but neither of you moved right away.

When you finally pulled apart, Lando grinned, forehead resting against yours.

“Pizza’s ready,” he whispered.

“Five more minutes,” you whispered back.

He tightened his arm around you, tugging the blanket higher, tucking you closer. You stayed like that, tangled together on the couch, the world outside a blur of rain and city lights.

You would eat slightly burnt, lopsided heart-shaped pizzas later.

You would laugh about it, feed each other cheesy bites, and probably fall asleep halfway through another chapter, your bodies twisted together under the blanket.

But for now, you just stayed.

Safe. Warm.

Exactly where you belonged.

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[mariahcarreyyy]

.ೃ࿐𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐊 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐒 𝐒𝐀𝐕𝐄 . . . | 𝐨𝐩𝟖𝟏 |

oscar piastri x fem!reader

plot. your sexual frustration is humiliatingly evident when oscar lets you sit on his lap

wc. 2.2k

warnings. smut 18+, thigh riding, innocent!reader, praise kink, purity rings, osc has a major corruption kink & refers to himself as god (sorry🫣), manhandling, swearing, allusions to heaven, and religious symbolism

A time when the gifted silver band wasn’t laced around your ring finger is not one you remember clearly. At the ripe age of twelve, with a face adorned with baby-like features and an ever-present aura of giddiness, your father had gently placed the circle on your overstretched hand.

“It’s a promise for abstinence,” he’d responded to your furrowed brows, but the foreign word had only deepened your confusion. “Look—here, it says, ‘I will wait for my beloved’. And you will, won’t you?”

Even now, despite his absence, you find yourself nodding at the slightly threatening question as your right hand fiddles with the thin loop. Boredom eating at your mind, your eyes shift to the figure occupying your chair; a smile slowly creeps onto your lips.

Oscar, a man of stubborn chestnut hair and constellations of moles embellishing his toned frame. The gleaming screen of the rectangle illuminates his face harshly, likely stinging his eyes as they dart across his unanswered emails.

A sigh leaves your lips. You fall pliant on your bed, unraveling the tight knots in your shoulders with a roll of your arms and an arch of your spine—an obnoxiously loud noise (a little whiny, in Oscar’s opinion) echoes along the room.

“You need anythin’, baby?” Oscar mumbles, mindlessly tapping at his keyboard.

With an exasperated huff, you lift yourself to sit upright and lean on your arm, your head lolling lazily to the side. Oscar perks up. He rips his eyes away from the rectangle box to crane his neck back and peer down at you through thick lashes— you and that godforsaken circle around your finger.

The small, knowing grin that makes itself home on Oscar's lips almost makes you embarrassed at your obvious search for attention. Almost. Your boyfriend sways his hips lightly to turn the wheely chair toward your peripheral vision.

“C’mere, sit on my lap while I finish?” he muses, patting his right thigh encouragingly. When he registers your giddy smile and hasty advances toward him, Oscar wants to punch himself three times in the gut for not asking you sooner.

“Well, if you’re begging for it,” you shrug sarcastically through a tight-lipped smile, finding solace in the V of his pale thighs before pausing.

Oscar notices your sudden shift in demeanor because, well, when does he not? “What’s wrong?”

You blink dumbly, pointing your index finger at the hem of his loose, cobalt blue shorts. The Australian follows the invisible line shooting out of your finger and frowns; his thighs tense instinctively, your unnerving stare fueling his insecurities more than he would like to admit.

“Y’don’t like them? I went to the mall with Lan last week, and he told me they were nice, so—”

The last of his words are muffled by a hand pressing against his mouth. Guilt shines through your pupils, he notices. “No, no, Osc, t-they’re fine. Fine, just– just short, is all.”

Really, incredibly, stupidly short. They were bunched up to the crease between his inner thighs and crotch, the pure muscle spilling out from the sides, making you curl your fists by your sides.

“Ah.”

Hesitantly, you meet his eyes, and regret swells in your heart almost immediately. “What? Why’re y’looking at me like that?”

Oscar nearly coos at the slight whine in your voice, and he reaches out to wrap his fingers around your forearm. Now, he’s sure he coos when you melt into his lap, his palms gripping the back of your folded knees and pulling you closer into his embrace. 

“M’sorry, sorry, baby,” he laughs, and you hum happily as you bury your forehead into the crook of his neck, Oscar pecking your temple lovingly.

He still sounds like he’s aware of something you have no recollection of but. The warmth that wraps your soul in a blanket each time Oscar touches you returns, and the thought is quickly forgotten.

“S’fine,” you murmur. And you mean it this time.

A hum ripples against his throat and vibrates against your skin; time drifts by unknowingly—fast or slow, ten minutes or hours—but it’s enough for you to shift listlessly in your place. Oscar freezes, his pupils blown wide.

“S–shit, y/n, stop that,” he seethes through gritted teeth, hands flying to your waist and pushing you back slightly.

Your eyebrows furrow, confused wrinkles covering your forehead as you gaze down at him for an explanation, a reason—really, anything to stop your mind from running at a hundred miles per second.

“What?” a pout graces itself on your lips; Oscar wants to kiss it away, but. But if he does, he’s not sure how much self-restraint he can muster around you. “D’I do somethin’? Why don’t you...”

Sighing heavily, Oscar’s tight hold on your waist relocates down to your thighs. “No, no, baby—fuck, no, nothing like that. Just,” he lifts your knee to straddle one of his thighs instead. “Like this... s’better.”

Half instead of whole, and.

And Osc would cross the world twice, delving into each volcano and marching up the tallest mountains, to reassure you that you did nothing wrong in particular. It was him. Him and the blood rushing to his balls from you practically humping your clothed pussy against his dick.

Okay, maybe ‘humping’ is a bit of an exaggeration, but it didn’t feel like one.

Unbeknownst to Oscar, however, the relieved pressure on his end only slipped through the cracks of his skin and into yours. But he, God bless him, thinks nothing of the tension that’s boiling in your shoulders or the hitch of your breath. Blaming it on the lingering effects of his sudden repositioning, Oscar gently pulls you down with two massive hands on the swell of your ass.

Flush against his thigh. His thigh, Jesus fuck—a quiet forgive me, Lord, echoes around the walls of your mind.

“Osc,” you gasp quietly, the constant pressure against your privates shooting unfamiliar spikes of something down to your stomach—something you needed more of.

He hums dismissively; you want to cry. It doesn’t take you long, though, to fully grasp his attention when Oscar registers the heartbeat pressing between your squished pussy and his thigh.

The Australian's mind short circuits. “Y/n?”

“Osc, I-” you roll your hips experimentally, slapping a hand over your mouth and flushed cheeks when it parts around an unrestrained whimper.

Your boyfriend, seemingly snapping out of his bewildered daze, dips down to dust his lips over your reddening cheeks, chuckling fondly. “Enjoying y’self, baby?”

And that. That is what pulled you away from the edge of logical thinking and onto its’ center, halting movement in every bone in your body. Wrong—this—it’s all wrong, isn’t it? ‘I will wait for my beloved’ is etched into your skin, engraved onto your heart, and yet.

Yet, you can’t help but wonder: Is Oscar not your beloved?

“Y/n,” his assertiveness grounds you, pulls you back to the surface of his honey-filled eyes—just as he had intended. “We don’t have to do this if you’re not ready…”

Oscar's hand leaves the curve of your waist and reaches behind his neck to clasp onto your palm, bringing the cool metal of your purity ring against his mouth as he murmurs, “But don’t stop on my account.”

The ring burns through your skin and falls to the ground; you hope it cracks into a million little pieces of stupid promises. And anyway, Osc’s giddy smile when you allow him to—do what, you’re not really sure—is too precious to deny.

Nibbling on your raw bottom lip, you slowly shake your head. “No, I– I want this, Osc. Want you.”

He does not disappoint; his eyes crinkle through that grin you’d pay to see a hundred times over. Oscar taps the side of your thigh twice, signaling you to stand up, so you do. Your hands lay helplessly by your sides as he smoothed over the contours of your body until—

You let out a little gasp. “Osc!”

A soft, harmless tug at the hem of your shorts widens your eyes.

“Y/n,” he calls, and you can’t bother fighting the urge to rub your thighs together. “Y’want me to touch you, right? Make y’pussy feel better?”

The amount of self-restraint needed to block the guffaw from slipping past your lips does not fit into a number. Or a word. In any language.

Nonetheless, you find yourself bashfully nodding.

“Words, Y/n.”

You gulp, embarrassment apparent on your crimson cheeks. “Want you to—to make m’feel better.”

Oscar heaves out a laugh at your refusal to say those objectively filthy words; you almost want to commit murder, but it hurts. It hurts, and you can’t help but sigh happily when his hands swiftly pull both your shorts and panties down, manhandling your ankles out of the pool of clothing by your feet.

And only then, being ogled at by his mesmerized eyes and hands sliding down the sides of your body, does your mind grasp the fact that you were standing in front of Oscar. Half naked. His for the taking. The shame you'd expected to feel never came, and when Osc pulls you to straddle his thigh, you knew it never would.

“There we go,” he praises when you shift your weight fully onto him, rewarding you with a bounce of the leg you were resting on.

Choking through a loud gasp, your hands fly to his shoulders to brace yourself. “Oh, Osc, oh my—”

“Yeah? Y’like that?” Oscar grins almost cockily, repeating the sharp movement of his legs and making your eyes roll to the back of your head. “Mm, fuck, baby, can feel you all ov’me.”

The humiliating amount of slick your pussy’s gushing out should make you ashamed, but, well. When you grind against his thigh, the glide is much smoother than when you were fully clothed, so you silently thank your desperation instead.

“C’mon, baby, y’can do better than that,” he urges, hands resting on the globes of your ass and grinding your pussy against his slick-ridden thigh. “Y’ve been waiting so long for this, haven’t you?”

He coos at your frantic nods and refrains from groaning at the sight of you tilting your head back in pleasure; using him—his fucking thigh—to get off. The sound of your little, whiny moans leaves him feeling like an inexperienced teenager all over again; he wants more. Wants to have your pretty sounds made into a song to play on loop whenever he needs to.

With Oscar’s forceful hands dragging you up and down his muscular thighs, tensing them occasionally, and lips mouthing at your collarbone, you don’t think a sin should ever feel this good. You don’t think it could feel any better than it does, but.

The urgency in your movements almost has your legs aching, your jaw parted around a permanent ‘o’; the whimper that slips past your lips when his fingers graze your folds, not pushing but they’re there, and Oscar fucking moans when he feels your hole clench against them; the stutter of your hips when he dips down to your tits, tongue licking over the tight, thin fabric covering the hard nubs.

“Osc, ohmygod, ohm—” Your wail echoes around the entire flat, you’re sure, and if you had even a sliver of dignity left, you’d quiet down.

But. Oscar seems to have that effect on you; really, you don’t mind.

“Yeah, baby, I’m your god, huh?” He huffs out, muffled by his sucking on your nipples like they’d disappear tomorrow—like he is the one being taken apart on someone’s lap. “Humping my thigh—fuck, so fucking desperate, look at you.”

Your mouth parts around a moan, and you quickly put your face into the crook of his neck to, hopefully, contain your embarrassing noises. It does fuck all. Oscar lets out a disapproving noise at the separation of your little, swollen nipples and his pursed lips.

“Oscar, Oscar, Oscar,” you sob out like a prayer. “I feel, ah, I think I'm—Oh, yes, feels s’good, so.”

When Oscar slides a hand up to your hair to tug your head up to his face, he looks nearly as fucked out as you feel. And when his eyes dart to your lips, visibly contemplating whether or not he should kiss you, you make the decision for him.

His soft lips meet the fuse of the boiling pleasure in your stomach, forcing your spine to arch and painting your eyes a shade of white you had only imagined would be in heaven—smiling hazily and foggy-brained, you can’t imagine this not being heaven. 

A sharp cry dances between your mouths, and you swear you can feel a few tears trickle down your face, but your mind only processes the last few moments before you collapse onto his chest.

Oscar gently slides the silver band out of your ring finger, tucking it into his pockets, and placing a soft kiss on your temple as he murmurs, “No use f’this, now, is there?”

Even when on the brink of passing out, you find yourself nodding; Oscar thinks you’ll be the death of him. Or, more specifically, his dick.

authors notes this is an apology to @lifeboredme for ignoring the poll n writing the max fic hehe hope u enjoy 🫶 + thank you to @cafekitsune as always for the dividers mwah.

plot what plot??? porn without plot🗣️🗣️🗣️ very much hate this fic but i also hate every fic of mine so. en e wayz im sorry in advance for my inactivity the next few weeks i have sm shit going on. writing grind comes after march 6 istg🙏

also, thank you so much to everyone who waited for this fic and im so sorry for the delay!! i got hit by a mountains load of stress but yeah <3

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taglist in separate posts again el oh el . . . i tagged everyone who interacted w/ my original post bcs i was too lazy to make an actual post dedicated to tags

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[motorsportbarbie13]

The Princess & The Pilot - Part 4

In which you struggle to come to terms with falling for someone you have to hide.

Warnings: alcohol use. swearing. bit of angst in the middle. teeth rotting fluff at the end. also brief smut at the end accidentally? i got carried away, okay??? Pairing: Lando Norris x BritishPrincess!Reader Word Count: 4.6k or something like that

- The Princess & The Pilot - Part 1 - The Princess & The Pilot - Part 2 - The Princess & The Pilot - Part 3 - Master List

positivlynottheprincess posted a story:

land-ho ah so you are alive!! >>>positivelynottheprincess omg lan. i'm so sorry. i was just texting you. it was absolute chaos here tonight. Lizzie started running a fever and Char had to stay back to tend to her. so seb asked me to go last minute. which meant a last minute tiara fitting. >>>land-ho i'm just teasing, gorgeous. i just miss you. >>>positivelynottheprincess :( i know. i miss you too. i'm sorry i couldn't make canada work last weekend or monaco work this weekend. >>>land-ho don't apologize baby. i'll be in woking on monday ahead of spain though. think you can slip away? >>>positivelynottheprincess anything for you, handsome. >>>positivelynottheprincess pulling up to the palace, facetime tonight when i get home if you're not busy? >>>land-ho just streaming with max tn, call me whenever >>>positivelynottheprincess xox

"That tapping noise has got to break some international law or something, it's so fucking annoying."

Your eyes dart from your phone screen up to your brother across from you in the back seat of the Bentley you were riding in. "Language, Mister Future King of England." You scold.

Sebastian just rolls his eyes and glances back down at his iphone, giving you permission to go back to rereading your messages from Lando.

Ever since the weekend you spent with Lando in Monaco, you two had been getting closer and closer. You had tried to negotiate your way into attending the race in Canada last week, but your foundation had events scheduled and your father had needed your help with a few things. But Lando was going to finally be in town for a little bit so you were hopeful that you'd get to see each other more than just a few hours.

The hours you did spend together, on both FaceTime and in person, had been bliss. The way you two just clicked so easily was something that unnerved you a little. You were a bit surprised with how content you were to just keep the relationship between you and Lando though, as you were someone who tended to wear their heart on their sleeve. You loved big and you loved loud, which was sometimes a difficult thing to contend with when your family was famous for their stoic 'Keep Calm and Carry On' approach to life.

You wanted to protect the happiness you'd seemed to have found and Lando was inclined to agree. He wasn't a stranger to difficult relationships himself, never sure of what girl could be using him for clout or money. It was a strange feeling, but not at all unwelcome, when he realized that you were one of the few people in his life that didn't stand to gain something from your relationship with him.

Even so, the threat of being exposed still lingered, hazy off in the distant future. You both knew that it couldn't last forever, this little slice of paradise you'd built yourselves within the walls of hotels and townhomes. It would all come to an end but what came of that end was something neither of you wanted to touch with a ten foot pole. Because the outcomes were all terrifying and potentially heart breaking.

"Damn it." Your brother swears under his breath.

"Everything okay?" You ask, raising a brow when you see the frown on Sebastian's face.

"I just got an email from McLaren." Your heart stutters to a halt. "They invited me to the race in Spain next weekend but I already have things scheduled."

"I'll go." You say, just a touch too quickly.

"What's with the sudden interest in F1? First the Monaco race with Alice and now you're jumping at the chance to go to Spain?" Sebastian narrows his eyes at you and you momentarily think you've given yourself away.

"I had fun at that engagement at Silverstone. You and Michael are always talking racing. You've been to more races than I can count. It was bound to rub off, right?"

Biting your lip, you force yourself to stop the rush of words spilling form your mouth. Relax, you chide yourself as you pinch the space between your thumb and pointer finger to pull your attention away from what you just did.

Sebastian doesn't look away for a moment, almost like he's trying to figure out what your real motivation is for going to the race. You manage to hold eye contact with him, praying that you're doing enough to throw him off the scent.

"Fine. I'll let them know that you'll be there in my place." He says after a few tense moments, seemingly satisfied by your reasons.

The pulsing bass of the nightclub pulls you deeper and deeper under it's spell as you down your fourth drink of the night. Lando had finished on the podium behind Max just hours earlier and half the grid was out partying to celebrate. The race winner had been the one to invite you after the race and you had originally refused, not wanting to spend the evening watching Lando fight off girls trying to go home with him. You also didn't want to raise suspicion about the two of you being together so you had thought going straight back to the hotel and waiting for Lando to get back later that night would be a better choice.

In the end, it had been your protection officer Nathan of all people that had convinced you to go. He hated seeing you lock yourself away from experiencing normal things that other people your age were able to do without a second thought. So when he had overheard you turning down the invite from Max in the paddock after the race, he had pulled you aside.

'If you want to go out with them tonight, Dan and I are comfortable with it.' He had said discreetly as you had watched Max walk away. 'In fact, Dan and I think you should go out with them. Getting out of that hotel room will do you some good.' His gaze had found Lando then, who was walking towards you after completing his media duties after his podium. You briefly wondered how much he knew about what was going on between you and Lando. He hadn't said anything so far, but you knew your entire team was outside your townhome whenever you were home and they knew exactly who was coming and going at all times.

The entire weekend had been spent on the periphrial of Lando's world. He had shown you an appropriate amount of attention for someone who had only met you a handful of times, which to the outside world was exactly what you were to each other: aquaintences. Which was why you had supposed that going out with Lando and the rest of the group tonight was going to be okay. As long as you kept your distance, things would be okay.

Unfortunately, the alcohol had other ideas.

"You know, if you want to keep things secret between you and Lando, you should probably stop giving him heart eyes whenever you look at him." Max's deep voice startles you out of the trance you had been in on the edge of the VIP area of the club. Lando was at the bar across the room getting you another glass of whatever you'd been drinking that night and you hadn't taken your gaze off of him since he left the booth you were currently sitting in.

"I..." You stutter, trying to come up with a quick comeback but the alcohol has made your reaction time dull. "I have no idea what you're talking about."

Max laughs and shakes his head, "Don't try to deflect with me, your highness. You haven't stopped staring at him since he got up."

"Am I that obvious?" You don't even bother trying to argue, head tilting back to rest against the cool leather of the couch. Well, this was it. You knew the time was going to come when people found out about you. You just hoped Max would be discreet about what he just figured out.

"You both are so obvious, I'm surprised no one else has picked up on it."

"Fuck." You whisper, worrying your lip before allowing your eyes to dart back to where Lando is now crossing the dance floor with your drink in his hand.

"Hey, it's okay. I won't say anything. Trust me, I know how it feels to have your private life outed before you're even ready to have it all out there."

You glance at Max before your gaze finds Lando again, anxiety bunching in your chest when he sees your worried face and pulls a matching look. It was getting harder and harder to hide your feelings for him and as someone who had always had trouble not wearing your heart on your sleeve, all of the secrecy was beginning to wear on you. You just knew, deep down, that your parents would never accept you dating someone like Lando, with his reputation with women and lifestyle that was wholly not suited for someone like yourself.

"Everything okay?" Lando asks when he rejoins the table, eyes darting from you to Max. For a moment, as he had crossed the dance floor and saw you leaning in towards Max while he talked into your ear, jealousy flared deep in the pit of his stomach. Why did Max get to be so close to you when he didn't? Why couldn't he show you the affection in public that he got to show you in private?

He knew the answer to those questions, of course. Knew why you wanted to keep your private life private but just like you, he was beginning to feel chafed by all of the sneaking around. He wanted to tell people about you. He wanted to have you in the garage on race weekends and not just because your family had a partnership with McLaren. He wanted you in his garage, wearing his colors, rooting for him. He wanted to see you in parc ferme waiting for him after a win. He wanted to kiss you in public while he was sticky with sweat and champagne and camera's flashed around you. As he crossed the room and watched you cast worried glances at both him and Max, he began to wonder if any of that would be possible.

"Everything is fine!" You chirp, just a bit too happily.

Lando sees right through it.

"Do you want to dance?" He asks, voice low in your ear as he slips into the booth next to you. He idly wonders how far you're going to let him push this and hopes that you'll allow him to distract you from the mood that seems to have settled over you.

Maybe it's the fact that you're tired of hiding or maybe it has something to do with the amount of alcohol you've consumed tonight but something in you breaks at the look on his face. Like Lando so badly wants to be there for you and wants to make sure you have a good time tonight. You know he's reading your anxious posture and wants to fix whatever is bothering you, it's just how he is.

But whatever it is has you throwing caution to the wind and you find yourself nodding. "I'd love that."

Lando smiles like you've just agreed to bestow a knighthood on him and reaches out to take your hand. The VIP area the group is in is set up above the rest of the crowded club so it's possible for you two to fade into the background a little while still being around the people you came with.

"Have I told you that you look absolutely stunning tonight?" Lando whispers in your ear as he pulls you into his body, swaying with the deep bass that thumps through the club.

You can't help the giggle that escapes your lips as your arms snake up around his neck. "A few times, but I'm always open to hearing it a few more."

The temptation to kiss him is so strong, what with the way his curls are just slightly damp from sweat and his black t-shirt is clinging desperately to his toned biceps. You can see it in Lando's eyes too. It's in the way his gaze drops from your eyes down to your lips over and over again. It's in the way his fingers flex into the flesh of your hips, pulling you closer to the heat of his body. It's in the way his eyes darken a bit as he pulls you closer to the outside walls of the club, hiding the way you're clinging to his body from any prying eyes.

It's so dangerous and thrilling all at the same time.

"Your highness, we need to leave." Nathan's deep voice yanks you out of the trance you'd fallen into while in Lando's grasp.

Your head whips around to where Nathan and Dan stand a few feet away, both looking incredibly guilty for having to interrupt. "What? Why?"

You hate the way your questions come out as a whine.

"There were people taking pictures of you two. We think we got everyone of them deleted, but people have started to realize you're here and it's no longer secure. We caught three men trying to sneak into the VIP section saying that they wanted to get photos with you."

Embarrassment washes over you, heating your cheeks. You bury your head in Lando's shoulder, wanting to disappear. You had finally allowed yourself to let your guard down and this was what happened.

"Fine." You sigh, extracting yourself from Lando's clutches.

Nathan does something that surprises you then.

"Do you want to come back with us?" He asks Lando.

Your startle, not prepared for them to help you and Lando sneak around. Next to you, Lando looks equally as surprised. "You...I mean, we're just...fuck." He scrambles, looking frantically from you to Nathan, completely unsure of how to answer that.

While you had been quite certain that your entire security team was aware of you and Lando, he apparently had thought he was doing a better job of sneaking in and out of your townhome than he really was.

"Don't give us that." Dan chuckles from his spot behind Nathan. "We know you two are a thing. Anyone looking closely enough could see that."

You fight the urge to roll your eyes. This was the second time tonight you'd been called out for being obvious about your feelings for the driver.

Lando sheepishly palms the back of his neck as he gives you a shrug. "Of course I'm going back with her." He says like it's the most natural thing in the world.

"We'll take her out the front then. Wait five minutes and go out through the kitchen entrance in the back, we'll wait with the car there for you."

Lando nods before reaching out to give your hand a squeeze. "It'll be okay, babe. Let's just get you out of here."

Lando watches Dan escort you from the crowd but reaches out to catch Nathan's elbow before he has a chance to turn as well. "You're not going to tell her parents or anything, are you?" The last thing he wanted was for this to turn into drama with your family just because he wanted to go home with you.

Nathan shakes his head, "Our loyalty lies with the princess, not her parents. If we want her to trust us and allow us to do our job, we need to earn that trust. She's an adult, what she does in her personal life is none of their majesty's business. As long as she's safe, we won't say anything and from what we've all seen, she's safe with you."

Relief floods Lando's system at Nathan's words. "Thanks man."

Nathan nods quickly before turning around and following after you and Dan.

F1GossipandNews posted

F2GossipAndNews Apparently, on Sunday night while partying at the same place where several drivers were celebrating Max's win in Spain, several club goers were approached by 2 men claiming to be employees and forced to delete pictures of a certain papaya driver getting close to an unknown blonde. Not all the pictures were deleted though, dear readers!! We got a few sent into us but none showing the lucky girls face. No one in the crowd seemed to know who it was, but there were several pretty blondes in the VIP section that night, so it could have been anyone! user028 I heard the princess went out with the drivers after the race. >>>user201 she's so fucking boring, I doubt she did. and even if she did, are you saying a guy like Lando Norris would go for an uptight princess like her??? user111 my cousin was there last night and was one of the people who had the pictures deleted. No one could tell who it was, but they were all over each other all night. They didn't leave together though, she saw him duck out the back alone later that night. >>>user002 i wonder if it was that gigi girl from last year. they seemed pretty hot and heavy for a while then she just *poof* disappeared!

Lando pulls you closer to him in bed later that night, the room cool and dark as you struggle to come down from the adrenaline rush of the day. Your back presses into his bare chest as he nuzzles his head in the crook of your neck, breathing in the scent of the hotel's soap that still lingers on your bare skin.

The quiet of the hotel room is a stark contrast to the noise of the club that you two had spent the evening in, but here, you're able to fully relax and allow yourself the luxury of letting down your mask. It's the first time you've been able to do that all day and you cling onto the feeling of just existing in Lando's firm grasp. It wasn't often you two had the chance to spend the night together so when you did, you were determined to savor it.

"I'm sorry your celebration got cut short because of me." You whisper in the darkness, guilt taking a firm grip around your throat.

"I don't know what you're talking about, pretty girl." Lando murmurs in your ear before dropping a few open mouthed kisses on your bare shoulder. "This right here is all the celebration I need."

"I know, but you deserve to be with someone you can go out with in public..." The weight of sneaking around had felt crushing ever since you had picked Lando up in the alleyway behind the club that evening. This was no way to live, you had realized. It was no way to start a relationship and no way to continue one.

Lando tugs at your shoulder so you're forced to shift onto your back. He props himself up on his elbow before giving you a look. "Don't even start going down that road, princess. I deserve you and I'm willing to wait until you decide it's the right time to go public, whenever that is."

"What if there isn't a right time?" You whisper, your chest tightens painfully at the thought.

Lando blinks at you, seemingly knocked off guard by your statement. Were you trying to call this whole thing off? Panic skitters up his spine, unsure of what's going to come out of your mouth next. "What are you saying?"

You shrug, "I just...I'm scared. I'm scared someone will find out. I'm scared that my parents will lose their mind and forbid me from seeing you. I'm scared that you'll wake up one day and realize that being in my life isn't worth the price of admission."

The last one shatters Lando's heart because if only you knew how much he was falling for you, how much time he spent thinking about a future with you, and how much he was willing to sacrifice for you.

"It'll be hard, but baby I'm not going anywhere. I told you, I'm willing to wait as long as you need." He reaches up to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear before kissing the tip of your nose. "Sneaking around is hard but I won't have to hide my girlfriend forever. And when we finally figure out the timing on all of this, I'm never going to shut up about how I'm dating the hottest princess in existence."

"Girlfriend?" You whisper, your brain stalled on the title you'd been dying to get from Lando for weeks now.

Lando blushes before carding his hands through his curls. Whoops. "I mean, isn't that what we're doing here?"

"I just don't recall being asked to be your girlfriend, Norris." You tease gently, leaning forward to nip at his bottom lip playfully.

Lando's grip on your waist tightens as he pulls you impossibly closer. He presses his lips into yours, sliding his tongue across the seam of your mouth so you'll open for him. The exploration is a familiar one, with him having spent many hours learning what makes you sigh, but every time it starts it feels like the first time for him. You feel different from the first time he kissed you, yet wholly the same. Like your DNA had been altered but just in the slightest so only the person closest to you is able to tell.

"Will. You. Be. My. Girlfriend?" Lando punctuates each word with a quick peck before settling back to kiss you deeper.

The thing you can do is laugh in response, smile pressed into his mouth so he knows how happy you are. "Of course." You whisper against him before you allow your lips to skim over his jaw and down the thick roped muscle of his neck.

Lando grabs a handful of your ass in an attempt to pull you even closer but all it does is make you wiggle against him, top leg hitching up over his waist. The groan that starts in the back of his throat when you wrap your legs around him is something feral that makes your spine tingle.

"You feel so good against me." He murmurs into that soft spot behind your ear before biting at your earlobe.

"Need you, Lan." You whimper into the crook of his neck, burying your head there out of embarrassment at how needy you are for him.

"Yeah? What do you need, baby?"

You roll your hips into his in an attempt to show him what you're craving: that sweet drag, in and out, again and again, of his length in you aching pussy.

"You're going to need to use your words, pretty girl." Lando chuckles, bumping his nose with yours when you let out a frustrated sigh.

"I want to feel you. All of you." You pant, cheeks flaming red.

Lando slips his hand beneath the band of your panties, the only thing separating his body from yours. His thick fingers trail down to your already molten center. He chuckles a little against your neck when he reaches his destination. You gasp at the sudden intrusion of the swirling fingers, keening in pleasure.

"Lan." You sigh, biting at the delicate skin of Lando's neck. You were going to leave a mark but Lando would take as many love bites as you chose to mark him with. If he could, he'd tattoo one on him so he'd never have to go without being marked by you ever again.

Lando rolls onto his back, pulling you with him so you're forced to straddle him. You grind down onto dick, frustrated that there's still so much fabric keeping you away from him being inside you.

"You are so needy tonight." Lando tuts, scraping his calloused fingers up and down the bare skin underneath his t-shirt you're wearing.

"Missed you all day." You whine.

"Want you to ride me. Show my how much you missed me. Can you do that for me, princess?" His voice is thick and full of gravel, scraping roughly against your already sensitive skin.

With a tap of your hip, he signals for you to rise up a bit so he can slip off his joggers and boxers all at once. When you lower yourself back down Lando sucks in a breath when your slick center swipes against his cock.

"Fuck." He hisses, squeezing his eyes shut.

You rock your hips back and forth, enjoying the way Lando sucks in a breath every time you work your hips against him. He wasn't even inside you yet and you were already on the verge of orgasm. Your hands trail up your torso before they settle on playing with your nipples as you bit your lip looking at Lando beneath you.

Lando, meanwhile, was trying to figure out how not to come right then and there before he even got inside you. The sight of you getting yourself off above him was almost too much to take. He knew that once he slipped inside you, filling you to the hilt, he wouldn't last much longer.

"Lando, need you inside me please." Even with you on top, you still deferred to Lando's need to be in control and it sets something feral off in him.

He grips at your hips, "Then ride me like the little slut you are."

The name he calls you sends an unexpected shock through your system, leaving your cunt to grip at the little bit of his dick that had just slipped in. Lando felt it though, knew what had sent your core spasaming against nothing. He grins up at you, devil incarnate with pleasure. "You liked that, didn't you? The proper little princess likes being my proper little whore?"

Lando steals your response from your throat by suddenly dropping you down full on his length in one swift thrust. All you can do is gasp, leaning backwards, hands planted on his legs, to steady yourself at the sudden pleasurable burn that rips through you.

"Oh my God." You gasp, eyes rolling in the back of your head.

Lando's pupils blow wide at the image above him. Your back arched in pleasure as you take him completely. It's a complete mystery as to how he doesn't come on the spot. His hips fuck up into you as you grind down onto him, the way Lando's cock is buried so deep in you something that only seems like a dream. How had Lando lived without you like this in his life? He didn't think he could ever go back now.

"You look so pretty taking me so good, princess." Lando's praise sends liquid fire pouring down your spine. "There you go, use me to get yourself off."

His encouragement has you feeling bold and you reach forward to roll your clit between your fingers, enjoying the double stimulation. Lando's hands continue to guide you back and forth against him as he rocks his hips in and out in a slow drag of steel against velvet.

The tightening in your spine has you gasping around Lando's name. "Don't stop." You beg, getting close to the orgasm you'd been craving all day.

Lando nearly loses it at how fucked out you sound, needing to feel you tighten around him as you come for him. "There you go, princess. I can feel you gripping me so good. Gonna come for me, my pretty little whore?"

The words send you over the edge, orgasm ripping through your body like a freight train. It's all you can do to keep from screaming out, biting down on your lip so hard you taste the metallic sting of blood. Lando follows you over the edge shortly after you tumble, painting your cunt with his release. The warmth that floods between your two bodies is so erotic, you nearly come a third time just from the thought of Lando beneath you.

For several moments, neither of you move. Your spent body is draped over Lando's sweaty one as you curl into him and his heat. "Good girl." Lando praises, kissing the top of your head. "Always so good for me." His voice is thick with emotion, spent from the weight of all that had happened tonight.

You whine at the sudden loss of him inside you when Lando lifts you off. He pads to the bathroom, getting a warm cloth to clean you up, your heart skittering at the after care.

When Lando slips beneath the sheets behind you, he pulls your bare body towards his, wrapping his arm around your waist. Just as you start to slip into the sweet release of sleep, fully relaxed as Lando holds you firmly against him, you swear you hear three whispered words that could change everything.

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[dilemmaontwolegs]

Is setting him free a one shot?? cuz I need more bestie😭

Meant To Be || LN4

Follow up to: Setting Him Free || Meant To Be || Yours, Always Summary: If you love someone, set them free; if they come back to you, it was meant to be.

Lando tracked your life through the lens of your camera and what you uploaded to Instagram. He remembered seeing the toll the journey took, sporadic pictures taken between stopovers where you smiled but it never quite reached your eyes. It took you nearly 40 hours to reach your destination and he waited with bated breath for you to finally post that you had safely arrived. 

Lando remembered the first time he saw you tagged in a photo with a stranger, his arm curled around your waist while you laughed happily with no regard to his heart that you still owned completely. It had only been six weeks since you left, yet you were happy in another man’s arms while he still hugged your pillow.

Lando had fallen into a rabbit hole of despair that night until Max came home and turned into a detective and searched for the stranger, finding every social media profile he had.

With a triumphant shout, Max ran into Lando’s room with his laptop and pulled the blankets off his friend’s head. “He’s gay!”

Hope fluttered in his chest as he sat up and snatched the laptop. His eyes scanned the photos and the captions of a man most definitely in love with another man and not you. “He’s gay? Fucking yes, mate! Thank you,” he gushed as he clutched his chest where his heart had started beating erratically at the news.

“Now you can get out of bed and stop moping,” Max stated as he tore the rest of the blankets away and opened the curtains. Lando curled onto his side away from the blinding light with a groan but Max was there, grabbing his ankle and dragging him off the bed. “Come on, you lump of sod, we’re going karting. But, honestly, you need a shower, bro, you stink.”

For a few months Lando found a new contentment with life. He trained, he raced, he hung out with his friends. But every time there was a lull of activity he found himself gravitating back to you. 

“Max, give me her number,” Lando ordered as he busted into the guest room his friend had moved into when you moved out. He had wanted to keep an eye on Lando and Lando, though initially annoyed at being babied, had come to enjoy having the company. 

Max groaned as he saw the time on the clock and wondered why Lando was awake at 3am. “It’s for emergencies. You’re meant to be keeping a distance, mate.”

The weather alerts set up on Lando’s phone had woken him before he darted down the hall to Max’s room.

“This is an emergency,” he rushed, clambering over the bed, kneeing Max in the process, and grabbed his phone off the charger. “There’s a fucking tropical cyclone.”

Max stopped fighting for his phone with a defeated sigh and fell back onto his pillow. “Say hi from me.”

Lando gave an affirmative grunt as he left, the call already starting the dial tone before he reached his room and shut the door.

Your phone had been going off with your family sending worried messages as soon as they heard about the cyclone headed your way. You thought you had finally got them to relax when a call came through, but it was Lando’s contact that appeared.

“Hey, Lan,” you greeted softly after committing to answer the call. “Are you okay?”

“That’s what I was going to ask,” he replied with a gravelly voice, reminding you it was early in the morning where he was. And he was not a morning person at the best of times. “I saw the news.”

“You’re a mother hen, you know.”

He chuckled as it wasn’t the first time you called him that when he worried about you. “I know, only because I have someone to remind me.”

“You really don’t need to worry,” you assured him, though the afternoon skies were much darker than normal as the storm quickly approached. “The locals are used to this and if they’re not concerned then I think it’ll be fine. You know how the news is, they dramatise everything.”

“You’re sure? Do you have supplies just in case power goes out? I can order whatever you need-”

“Lando, stop,” you chided him gently. “You don’t have to buy anything.”

You could imagine him pacing in his room, dodging the mess of clothes on the floor and a half unpacked suitcase from his last trip. You were always the organised one, the one who kept the house tidy while he was busy with work.

“I want to. I want to know you have everything you need, that you are being taken care of. You did that for me for so long, I want to return the favour.”

You rubbed your temples as you tried not to fall back into the place you had been six months ago. But it was hard not to miss him with every fibre of your being when he was the sweetest man you had ever known. “Even if I wanted you to, it’s impossible. They don’t exactly have online shopping on the island.” You giggled at the sound of disbelief that came through the phone. “Our supplies come by boat from the mainland.”

“And that’s your idea of fun?”

“I like the work we do here,” you said with a smile. “Need I remind you that some people like to go vroom vroom around in circles.”

“Har-har.” You could practically hear his eyes rolling around in his head before you heard the shuffle of his sheets as he climbed into bed. “We’re halfway there.”

“You’re not meant to be counting the days,” you reminded him, as though you didn’t have the days marked off on the calendar in your office.

“I tried not to.”

The wind started to pick up, brushing the hibiscus plant against your window with an incessant scraping noise. Then came the pitter-patter of the first drops of rain on the tin roof.

“Me too.” On the other side of the island lightning forked from the gathering clouds and a few seconds later the boom rattled the house. “I should probably go, you should be asleep.”

“Wait,” Lando shouted in your ear. “Just wait, please.”

You knew the delay was only going to make goodbye harder and your throat was already clogging with emotion. “I need to save my battery, Lan.”

“I know, I know.” He sighed and the sound lassoed your heart, slowly choking it as the seconds dragged on. “I just, I want you to know that I love you and I know that in another six months that’s still not going to change. Or a year, or however long it takes for you to do what you need to do.”

“Lan…”

“You don’t have to say it, I know it’s hard.”

“Lan-”

“I just wanted you to know.”

“Would you shut up for one second,” you laughed as he rambled on. “I love you too.”

“Please stay safe.”

“I will, but you know it’s cyclone season here. They will be coming every couple of weeks.”

“Then I’ll call you for every single one,” he promised. “Gotta make sure my girl is okay.”

You laughed at his tenacity but quietly revelled in his words. “Good night, Lando, I’m glad you called.”

“I wish I called sooner.”

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[kathlare]

couldn't make it any harder

Lando Norris x Amelie Dayman

Summary:Lando senses something is off with Amelie. The day unfolds slowly, wrapped in silence and unspoken weight, until understanding and quiet love anchor them back together.

Wordcount: 3.8 k

Warnings: none

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May 28th, 2025 - Monte Carlo, Monaco

The sunlight was starting to creep through the sheer curtains of their bedroom, a warm golden hue kissing the hardwood floors and tangled white sheets. Lando stirred lazily, muscles stretching as he blinked slowly at the ceiling, still in that hazy limbo between dreaming and waking. A sleepy smile curled his lips as he turned to the side, arms reaching instinctively for her.

But nothing.

No Amelie.

Only the dip of the mattress where she should be, and the comforting weight of Benny curled against his legs. Lando furrowed his brows, still half-asleep, and blindly patted the sheets like she might be hiding under them.

—Ames?— he murmured, voice husky and rough with sleep. Nothing. Benny meowed softly, stretching and nuzzling into his thigh.

Lando propped himself up on one elbow, eyes squinting against the soft light. He looked toward the ensuite bathroom—door wide open, lights off, empty.

Weird.

Dragging a hand through his messy curls, he sat up and stretched again, back cracking slightly. Björn launched himself from the top of the dresser, thudding to the floor with a loud thump and darting toward the door like a creature on a mission. Lando narrowed his eyes at the cat.

—Alright, alright, little goblin, I’m coming— he muttered as he swung his legs over the side of the bed, scooping up Benny into his arms with ease. The cat purred immediately, rubbing his face against Lando’s chin.

Lando kissed the top of Benny’s head, half smiling. —Where’s mommy, huh? Where’d she go? Hiding from us again?—

Björn let out a loud, demanding meow as he scratched the doorframe, tail flicking aggressively. Lando padded out of the bedroom in just his Calvin Kleins and a sleep-creased t-shirt, feet silent against the marble floors of the Monte Carlo apartment. The place was quiet, just the faint sound of waves below and the occasional seagull.

And then he saw her.

Sitting on one of the iron chairs out on the balcony, knees pulled up to her chest in one of his hoodies, the hood almost swallowing her whole. A long sleeve tugged over her hand… and a cigarette pressed between her fingers.

Lando froze.

Amelie never smoked.

Not unless something was wrong.

He blinked, staring for a moment, Benny’s warmth grounding him as something uneasy coiled in his stomach.

She didn’t see him at first. Her eyes were on the sea, glassy, lost. Her lips moved slightly, maybe mouthing something. Maybe nothing.

Then he slid the balcony door open and stepped out.

Her head snapped up.

She panicked—visibly. Quickly stubbing the cigarette out against the ashtray and tossing it, waving smoke away with a frantic hand like a teenager caught sneaking out.

—Lan, fuck, I...— she stood up in a rush, brushing her hands down the front of the hoodie like she could hide it.

He stepped closer, gentle, brows pinched in quiet concern. —Morning, baby. You alright?—

Amelie smiled tightly, the kind that didn’t reach her eyes. Her voice cracked just a bit. —Yeah. Just… couldn’t sleep. Needed air.—

Lando bent down, aiming to kiss her good morning, but just before his lips could reach hers, she turned her face slightly to the side.

—Ew, no— she tried to joke, waving her hand between them —I stink. I’ll brush first, promise.—

Lando blinked at her. That wasn’t like her. Amelie never said no to a morning kiss. Not even when she had morning breath. She always teased him about “not being able to resist her either way.”

He nodded slowly. —Alright. I’ll wait, stinky.—

She tried to laugh, but it was hollow. She slipped past him, fingers trailing along the railing as she walked back inside barefoot. Benny twisted in Lando’s arms, but he didn’t put him down yet. He just stared after her, standing alone on the balcony with Björn now twining around his ankles, glaring at the sea like it had answers.

The rest of the morning was… off.

She moved through the flat like a ghost. Barely touching her food. Ignoring the TV. Lando had made pancakes—her favorite, even added Nutella and strawberries. Normally she'd be perched on the counter, stealing bites from the spatula, playfully smearing chocolate on his cheek, calling him mi chef guapo. Today? She just sat curled up on the couch, legs under her, picking at a pancake with her fork without eating much more than a few bites.

The movie on TV played quietly. Ratatouille. One of her comfort films.

She didn’t laugh. Didn’t smile.

Lando kept glancing at her between bites, trying to make conversation. He even tried a bad French accent at one point—got nothing more than a small hum in response. No eye contact.

She didn’t even correct him when he called Remy “the blue rat thing.”

Something wasn’t right.

But no matter what he tried—kisses to her temple, fingers brushing hers, even gently tugging her hoodie sleeve to pull her closer—she didn’t lean in like usual. She just gave him that same flat, polite smile.

He eventually gave up.

—I think I’m gonna go for a run,— he said softly, standing by the door and glancing at her curled form on the couch. She didn’t look up.

—Okay. Be safe.— came her automatic reply.

Lando stared at her for a second longer, then nodded and slipped on his trainers. The door shut quietly behind him.

He didn’t run far. Just down the promenade, past a few yachts, the air warm and salty. He wasn’t really timing himself. He just needed to clear his head.

She hadn’t been like this in months.

Something had happened.

He pulled his phone from his pocket mid-run, just to scroll. Check messages. Maybe get distracted.

And that’s when he saw it.

Trending on Twitter.

“Cameron Boyce would’ve turned 26 today.”

Fuck.

It hit him like a punch to the chest.

Of course.

Fuck. Of course.

He slowed to a stop, heart still racing but for a different reason now. His thumb hovered over the screen. Her name was there, too, in the related tags. Old photos. Fan edits. Candle emojis.

Cameron.

He remembered how she used to talk about him. Like he was the sun. Like she couldn’t say his name without that soft tremble in her voice. Her best friend. Her first love. The boy who always reminded her to breathe when things got too loud. The boy she never really stopped missing.

Suddenly everything made sense.

The cigarette. The silence. The way she couldn’t meet his eyes.

Lando stood there for a long moment, hand on his waist, phone clenched tightly. Heart aching a little for her.

He had known this day would come. But he hadn’t known how much it would hurt to watch her go through it.

He turned around, already heading back toward the apartment, the run forgotten. All he wanted now was to hold her. To let her grieve. To not let her carry it alone.

Because she didn’t have to anymore.

Not when she had him.

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ameliedayman: always missing you my angel. happy 26th. see you in the next life. love you forever 🤍

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elysiadayman: he’d be so proud of you sis. always with you 🕊️🤍 → ameliedayman: @elysiadayman love you

callumdayman: thinking of him today. love you → ameliedayman: @callumdayman love you always

maxfewtrell: sending you a big hug. cam would be proud → ameliedayman: @maxfewtrell thank you maxie 🖤

lanmeliesupremacy: crying because she never forgets him 😭🕊️ → dayman_doll: @lanmeliesupremacy she carries him with her always, you can tell 🥺

pitwallwitch: idc what anyone says, this is such a beautiful post. grief doesn’t expire.

landofanacc: and this is why i love her, she’s so real and grounded 🥹 → mclarenswifey: @landofanacc and strong af for sharing something this vulnerable

cryingoverlanmelie: the fact she’s still carrying him in her heart AND loving lando so deeply 🥲 it’s giving soul depth → lanmeliecentral: @cryingoverlanmelie she’s truly got that once-in-a-generation heart

ameliedaymanshines: reminder that cameron would be LIVING for her right now. movies. music. love. everything. → angelicdayman: @ameliedaymanshines fr he’d be first in the comments saying “that’s my girl” 😭

f1wagsunite: this post always hits so hard every year. grief is forever. so is love 🤍 → gridhearts: @f1wagsunite and she handles both so gracefully. cam would be proud. we all are.

alexwolffofficial: he’s got the best view up there. sending you love today, always

sunshines4cam: this post hurts and heals at the same time 🕊️ → melancholyamelie: @sunshines4cam grief posts like these are sacred. i cry every year

wags_unfiltered: watching her hold space for Cameron and love Lando just as fully? she’s a whole universe of a woman

georgerussell63: he’ll always be with you. proud of you always → ameliedayman: @georgerussell63 thank you george

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The sun had dipped low by the time Amelie finally peeled herself off the bed.

The bedroom was dim now, just the faint pink of the sunset bleeding through the curtains. She'd spent most of the day curled up in the same position, her cheek pressed to Lando's pillow, the scent of him clinging to the cotton like it was trying to coax her out of herself. Her throat was raw from crying earlier. Her head pounded. Her chest ached with that old, familiar hollow feeling. She hadn’t eaten. Hadn’t spoken. Hadn’t moved, really, except to let Benny crawl under the blanket beside her and purr against her ribs.

She was sure both cats had been watching her all day—little sentries of soft fur and big, worried eyes.

Benny had barely left her side, occasionally licking her knuckles like he knew. Like he remembered the last time she’d gone this quiet.

Björn had been more subtle. Guarding the door. Meowing once or twice like he wanted her to follow him. Scratching at the carpet outside the ensuite and then staring at her with those too-human eyes that always made her wonder what he saw when he looked at her.

They were still there when she stood up, legs shaky, hoodie hanging off her frame like a ghost. Benny meowed once from the bed, then jumped down and padded after her. Björn was already waiting at the threshold, tail flicking. She gave them both a tired, crooked smile.

—Alright, alright. I’m coming. Hungry little monsters.—

She didn’t expect to see him right away. She figured he might still be out, or maybe sulking in his sim room, giving her space. She hadn't deserved how kind he'd been this morning. She knew she’d shut him out, and it wasn’t his fault. None of this was.

But then—

As she stepped into the main hallway, her bare feet cold against the marble, she caught the faintest smell.

Tomatoes. Basil. Garlic. Her favorite wine sauce. The scent drifted from the kitchen like a memory, wrapping around her like a hug.

And then she saw him.

Lando.

On the couch.

His curls were damp from a post-run shower, and he’d changed into soft sweats and one of his old McLaren hoodies. His socked feet were propped on the edge of the coffee table, one hand resting on the throw pillow. The TV flickered with the soft glow of Pride & Prejudice—the 2005 one. Her comfort movie.

And the dining table?

Set for two.

Candles lit. Her favorite plates—the mismatched vintage ones she'd found at a market in Paris. A cloth napkin folded like he’d YouTubed it. Wine already breathing in the decanter. The big glass bowl of pasta still steaming.

Lando hadn’t noticed her yet. He was staring at the TV, brows slightly furrowed, lost in the movie like he was watching it for her.

Her throat closed.

God, she didn’t deserve this man.

She didn’t deserve the way he always knew. The way he never pushed. The way he’d come back from his run and done all this, quietly, just in case she needed it.

Amelie crossed the room slowly, her fingers tightening around the sleeves of his hoodie like she might fall apart otherwise. Benny hopped onto the armrest of the couch and then jumped to curl next to Björn. Lando looked up at the sudden movement, his eyes meeting hers.

And then she was climbing onto the couch next to him without a word, curling into his side like her whole body just ached to be close.

Lando didn't hesitate.

He opened his arms instantly, pulled her against his chest, and kissed the side of her head. —Hey, baby. You’re okay.—

That’s all it took.

The second his lips touched her temple, something in her snapped. Broke wide open.

A choked sob tore from her chest before she could stop it, and suddenly she was crying—really crying—all over again, her hands gripping his hoodie, face buried in his shoulder.

—I’m sorry,— she whispered between gasps, her whole body trembling. —I’m so sorry, Lan, I didn’t mean to shut you out, I just... I just couldn’t today, and I didn’t know how to say it, and then the stupid fucking Twitter post and I just... I missed him, and I missed you, and I didn’t know how to be without feeling like I was betraying him and I...—

Lando shifted without a word, gently pulling her fully into his lap like she weighed nothing, wrapping his arms around her tightly. One hand rubbed soothing circles on her back while the other cradled her head, holding her like he could keep her together with just his touch.

He rocked her.

Back and forth.

Back and forth.

Like she was something precious. Like she was breakable. Like he knew what she needed more than she did.

—I’ve got you, Ames,— he murmured softly. —I’ve always got you.—

She cried until the tightness in her chest began to loosen, until her tears quieted into hiccups, until her breathing slowed enough to speak again.

Lando didn’t say anything. He just let her fall apart and held her through all of it, his thumb brushing gently at the corner of her eye when she finally looked up at him, cheeks blotchy and raw.

She was curled into his lap like a child now, knees tucked against his thighs. The cats had both stayed close, Björn curled on the armrest, Benny purring at her feet like a guardian.

She sniffled. —You cooked.—

He smiled, soft and boyish. —Yeah. Hope I didn’t burn the garlic this time.—

She shook her head, voice small. —You set the table. With the Paris plates.—

—I Googled how to fold a napkin into a swan. Failed miserably. Ended up doing that fan shape thing instead.—

A small, wet laugh escaped her lips, and Lando’s heart squeezed.

She stared at him for a moment longer. And then she whispered, —You’re too good to me.—

Lando leaned forward, pressing a kiss to the space just between her brows. —I’m just trying to love you the way you deserve. Even on the hard days.—

She swallowed thickly, heart pounding. God, he was so sweet.

She couldn’t reject that. Not him. Not the food. Not the movie. Not the arms wrapped around her like she was home.

—Okay,— she said softly. —But you’re feeding me. I don’t have the strength to twirl spaghetti.—

Lando grinned, a dimple flashing. —Deal. But I’m doing the airplane noises like you’re three.—

Amelie groaned. —You’re so annoying.—

—You love it.—

—I really do.—

And for the first time all day, she meant it.

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lanmeliesupremacy: she cried today and he still made her smile… soulmate behavior fr → simp4lanmelie: @lanmeliesupremacy i saw the vid of them laughing on the bench i SOBBED

mcclarenwives: she probably told him stories abt cameron while they walked 🥺 → lanl0ver: @mcclarenwives and you just know he listened so carefully and kissed her forehead after 😭

wagsunhinged: amelie in her wag wife era. lando better drop the knee soon 😭 → mrsnorris: @wagsunhinged she already got his last name on speed dial don't worry

camislilrose: he’s literally walking his girl through monaco like it’s a romcom i’m sick → lanfanbaby: @camislilrose she’s the main character AND the love interest bye

chaoticwags: nah bc this man won monaco and still said “my girl first”

monaqueen: the city of monaco seeing lanmelie hand in hand AGAIN like it’s tradition → zenzaddy: @monaqueen every year. same walk. different level of whipped.

chaoticwags: lando walking her thru monaco like he promised cam he’d take care of her 😭 → norisimp: @chaoticwags i’m actually not well rn. like this is soulmate coded fr

gridgirlies: imagine winning monaco and your gf still looks like the real prize → f1gfenergy: @gridgirlies no bc lando def stared at her more than the trophy

lanmelieforeverrr: that boy won monaco and said “now let’s go on a lil date” 😭 → quadwifey: @lanmelieforeverrr he’s just a baby boy in love i fear 😭🧡

f1baddie: cameron watching them from the stars like “yeah u did good kid” 🥹 → pastelpitstop: @f1baddie crying throwing up screaming. leave me alone

lanfanclub: he’s calm now but i know he was screaming internally every time she smiled 😭 → gridsideglam: @lanfanclub not internally he prob texted max “bro she smiled again” mid-walk 💀

f1mami: he held her bag. HE. HELD. HER. BAG. → monacoedits: @f1mami i know her love language is acts of service and he’s eating it up 💅🏼

maxfewstann: they’ve entered their domestic era and i’m spiraling → quadrantchaos: @maxfewstann one yacht party, one club makeout, one walk = MARRIED

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The night had grown quiet, save for the rhythmic hush of waves against the shore.

After dinner, Amelie had insisted they go for a walk. No destination, no conversation—just hand in hand, slipping out of the house and down the stone path that led to the cliffs. The coastal air was cool and salted, brushing against their cheeks as the stars blinked into the navy sky one by one. Lando didn’t ask questions. He simply followed, her hand warm in his, thumb brushing the back of her fingers every few steps like he was checking she was still there.

Now, they sat on the old weathered bench near the edge of the lookout, slightly tilted from years of use, the wood creaking faintly under their weight. The ocean spread out before them in endless black and silver, the moon laying a path of light across its surface. It was the kind of quiet that made you feel small. Or maybe safe.

Amelie hugged her knees to her chest, chin resting on them, her fingers twitching where they overlapped. She hadn’t spoken since they left the house.

Lando glanced at her from the side, giving her space. His arm was stretched along the back of the bench, just close enough that if she leaned into him, he’d catch her. But she didn’t. Not yet.

She was staring at the sea like it had answers.

He waited.

It was a long time before she spoke, her voice small, almost hesitant.

—He used to love the ocean.—

Lando blinked, turning his head slightly. He didn’t say anything, just listened.

Amelie kept her eyes on the water.

—Cameron.— she clarified softly. —We'd go out to the beach after shoots sometimes. Even if it was freezing. He said the ocean made everything feel... less heavy. I used to think it was dumb, but now... I get it.—

Lando’s heart tugged in his chest. He stayed quiet.

—I’ve never really talked about him. Not like this,— she murmured, almost to herself. —Everyone either tiptoes around it, or looks at me like I might break if they say his name. And I didn’t want to burden anyone. So I just... kept it to myself.—

She laughed, bitter and dry.

—But it doesn’t stay inside. It leaks out. In little ways. The silence. The spirals. The days I can’t get out of bed. And I hate that. I hate how much it still hurts.—

Her voice cracked on the last word.

Lando shifted closer, but still didn’t touch her. He could feel her vibrating, like a string pulled too tight.

—I was nineteen,— she whispered. —Nineteen and in love with my best friend. And one day he was there, and then... he wasn’t. Just gone. Like the universe made a mistake and couldn’t fix it fast enough.—

She bit her lip, hard. Her eyes shimmered in the moonlight.

—I remember everything. The sound of the call. The way my mom dropped her phone. The screaming. The silence that came after. I remember being numb for weeks. Months. Smiling through red carpets like my insides weren’t ashes.—

Her arms wrapped tighter around her knees.

—He was the first person who saw me. Like really saw me. Not the actress. Not the singer. Just me. And I thought I’d never find that again. I didn’t even want to. It felt like cheating. Like if I let myself be happy without him, I’d be erasing him.—

Finally, she turned her head toward Lando, her expression crumpling.

—But then you happened.—

Lando’s breath caught in his throat.

—You showed up in my life with your stupid sim rig and your dumb jokes and your terrible British accent impressions. And you made me laugh again. You made me feel again. And I fought it, God, I fought it so hard because I didn’t think I was allowed to feel that way again. But I do.—

She swallowed, and for the first time since they sat, she leaned into him, letting her head fall against his shoulder.

—I love you, Lando. And sometimes that terrifies me. Because it means I've moved forward. It means I’m still here. And sometimes that feels unfair.—

He turned then, carefully wrapping both arms around her, drawing her into his chest until she was tucked beneath his chin. His voice, when it came, was quiet and steady.

—Amelie... loving again doesn’t erase him. Nothing ever could. And you don’t have to choose between honoring him and letting yourself live. He mattered. He matters. And so do you.—

Her fingers clutched at his hoodie.

—I’m scared I’ll forget him. That the world already has.—

Lando kissed the top of her head.

—You won’t forget. Not ever. He’s in everything you do. In your art. In your kindness. In the way you fight for people. He’s a part of you, Ames. And nothing... not time, not grief, not even love... can take that away.—

She let out a shuddering breath, eyes finally closing, the tears slipping free without resistance now. Lando held her tighter.

They stayed like that for a long while. Just breathing. Just listening to the waves.

And for the first time in a very long time, Amelie didn’t feel like she was drowning in it.

She felt like maybe—just maybe—she could float.

[verstappensrealwife]

Club Lights - Lando Norris x Reader

[lando norris masterlist  / f1 masterlist]

ʚɞ in which... reader is angry ginges friends, and landos crush. ʚɞ fluff, angst?  ⋆⭒˚.⋆ 1200 words ʚɞ warnings: mentions of drinking alcohol, mentions of kissing and sex- nothing 18+

-୨♡୧-

Lando was streaming fortnite with Morgan (AngryGinge), Max (F), and Ethan, when he said something that caused more than laughter from Morgans end of the call.

“Y/n, god bless her heart, is not my girlfriend.” Ginge had to quickly say before any misconceptions were thought.

“But- I- You were linking arms all throughout the time you were in Monaco?” Lando replied, a look of confusion and disbelief on his face. “Prove she isn’t. Call her right now!”

Ginge simply shrugged and grabbed his phone, scrolling his contacts and landing on you.

It rung twice before your voice- on speaker- was played down Morgan’s mic.

“What do you want?”

“Fuck me, wanna be a bit nicer.”

“No, not really…” There was a pause where no one said anything, “Well what do you want, Morgan? I am busy!”

“I love you,” He was trying to bait you.

You laughed loudly- so loud the mic cut out a few times- “Have you drank? Call your girlfriend not me!” You chuckled before hanging up on him.

Ginge stared blankly at his camera, knowing Lando was watching. “Was that enough proof, Lando?”

Lando ignored him, although very satisfied,  “So~ Who’s your girlfriend Ginge?”

—

A few weeks later, Morgan extended another invitation to Monaco, which you eagerly accepted, thrilled at the prospect of a free trip. Upon meeting up at Manchester Airport, Morgan was relentless with his vlogging, capturing every moment up close—from your reunion at the terminal, to boarding the plane, takeoff, the in-flight experience, landing, and even baggage claim. Every opportunity he had, his camera was practically shoved up your nose.

When Lando arrived to pick you both up, Max was also recording, documenting Lando for his own channel. It was impossible to miss—especially for you—the way Lando looked at you with literal heart-eyes as you stepped out of the Nice-Côte d’Azur airport in the south of France.

"Good morning!" you cheerfully greeted, pulling your suitcase behind you with a coffee in hand.

Lando could barely muster a response, causing Max to chuckle behind the camera. Lando's attention was entirely on you during the drive to the hotel, to the point where he nearly crashed.

Your hotel room was charming, featuring a large bed, a stylish bathroom with a huge mirror, and a lovely view of the Monaco streets.

Unsurprisingly, Lando was quick to offer his assistance, suggesting he come up to your room to "help unpack and whatever."

You smiled gratefully as Lando heaved your 15kg case up the flight of stairs to your room, his muscles straining with the effort. "Thanks, Lan," you said, flashing him a warm smile. "I really appreciate it."

"It's nothing, I'd do it all over again for you," he replied, a deep blush creeping up his neck. Then, out of nowhere, he asked, "You don't have a boyfriend, right?"

You shook your head, no, and a heavy silence settled between you, tinged with disappointment that he didn't continue to speak.

Lando began helping you put your clothes into the wardrobe, his hands moving deftly until he reached your underwear. Suddenly, he seemed paralyzed, his eyes darting around the room, trying to look anywhere but at the intimate garments.

"Lando, I googled you. I know you're not shy about seeing people's underwear," you teased, a playful glint in your eye.

"Hey!" he retorted, his face flushing even redder. "You shouldn't believe everything you see!"

You gave him a pointed look. "You believed I was sleeping with Morgan..."

He huffed in frustration. "Rightly so... I mean I would—" He abruptly stopped, his words hanging in the air.

"What, you'd sleep with Morgan?" you laughed, but the humor faded as you saw the mortified expression on his face. Lando looked utterly flustered, as if he wished the ground would swallow him whole.

You stopped laughing, suddenly aware of the tension. His eyes were wide, nervous, and embarrassed, almost traumatized by what he had just admitted... out loud... in front of the girl he was clearly talking about.

"Oh, right," you said, your voice trailing off. You knew exactly what you wanted to say, but the words caught in your throat. You desperately wanted to kiss him right then and there.

"I—sorry—erm," he stammered, his voice shaky. "I'll talk to you later."

He moved faster than the cars he drove, practically fleeing from your hotel room, leaving you standing there with your heart racing and your mind spinning.

Later that night, Morgan waited outside your door, poised to dive into the allure of Monegasque nightclubs. You adorned a stunning, shimmering top paired with elegant black trousers, exuding understated glamour. Sharing an Uber, the anticipation built, though Lando was initially nowhere to be found. However, Max had secured a booth, complete with a large pitcher of an enticing orange cocktail, surrounded by a few unfamiliar faces.

One drink in, Lando sauntered over and playfully collapsed into the booth beside you. His hair, slightly tousled, added to his charming dishevelment. Clad in a simple jean-top combo and a watch that undoubtedly cost more than your annual rent, he exuded effortless style. The club thrummed with energy, the pulsating strobe lights and the dance-club remix of Nelly Furtado's "Say It Right" filling the air.

Lando's drunken smile was captivating, his eyes locked onto yours, his skin aglow under the club lights, making him look irresistibly beautiful. "Hi," he murmured dreamily, patting your thigh a few times before resting his hand there.

"Y'alright, Lan?" you asked, amused.

"Y'alright!" he mimicked with a laugh. "I love your voice, your accent, and your face. Such a beautiful face," he slurred.

You laughed, "How many drinks have you had?"

He widened his eyes in response, silently conveying the answer: "a lot."

While the table engaged in lively conversation, Lando's attention remained on you, murmuring your name just to gaze into your eyes, often letting his eyes drift to your lips.

"Why don't you like me?" he suddenly whispered in your ear, his face inches from yours.

"I like you," you replied, confused. He frowned, indicating that wasn't what he meant. "Yeah, I like-like you. I've never said I didn't."

"Like... like you'd hold hands and kiss me?"

You smiled, "Ask me when you're sober."

The next day, you woke with only a slight nausea, the remnants of the night before. As you stepped out of the shower and dressed for the day's filming, a knock echoed through the hotel. Opening the door, you found Lando, holding a bouquet of lilies, a bright smile on his face.

"What are you doing—and how are you not hungover?" you asked, surprised.

"I drink green smoothies... Anyway, I'm here to officially ask you on a real date," he declared, "with me. Right now."

Taking the lilies from his outstretched hands, you nodded. "Yeah—let me dry my hair first, bu—"

Before you could finish, Lando grabbed your wrist, pulling you out of the room, quickly snatching your keycard from the table and shutting the door behind you. "You look beautiful, and I cannot wait any longer to not see you on a date with me. So, we are leaving. Now."

You groaned, feeling the damp ends of your hair.

"Lando!"

[charleslelurk]

the chances of alex running into lando in his own building 6 times a week is endless thx to a certain neighbor

Baby (my) first outsider POV fic, let’s go

The first time Alex runs into Lando, it’s as he waves his hand in the narrowing gap of the elevator door—risking his dominant appendage—to make it reopen for him.

“Lando?”

“…Alex.”

Alex enters the elevator, sure his surprise is written all over his face. “Why are you…?”

Lando shrugs and leans against the wall as the elevator begins to move. It’s so purposeful it’s anything but casual. “Just—“

Alex glances at the floor buttons as he realizes he never pressed his own. As he jams his finger into the “12” he notices the “15” already lit.

“Visiting Carlos?” Alex supplies.

“Uh yeah. Yeah.”

“We should all golf sometime,” Alex muses. “Can’t believe we’ve never, after all the years.”

Lando is nodding but has a strange, slightly tight look to his eyes. The elevator stops smoothly on floor 12.

“See you,” Alex tells Lando as he steps off. When he catches a look at Lando’s face before the doors shut, he’s viciously chewing his lip. Weird.

———

The second time, Alex is hurrying in from the street, back from breakfast with Lily, and running up to hi condo for his phone he somehow left on the kitchen counter, before he is headed back across town to meet Patrick for their workout. It’s a busy morning.

It’s why he doesn’t notice Lando sitting on the bench inside the doors, looking down at his own phone, until he turns around after entering the elevator.

“Lando?”

Lando’s head snaps upright and he is suddenly blushing, barely visible past the heavy tan he has from his recent trip to Greece. Alex has seen the Instagram carousel.

“Why are you…?”

Lando’s eyes flick around the building lobby. “I forgot my ke—Beat Carlos here. Waiting for him, to uh, get back from his bike ride.”

Alex has a hand on the sensor, keeping the elevator door open. It’s less of a risk to his appendage this time.

“How long? Is he far?” Alex almost invites him up, but remembers he was already supposed to be driving to the cross fit gym on the other side of the tunnel.

Lando pulls his bottom lip into his mouth and looks back down at his phone. “Should be fine, yeah.”

“To wait?”

Lando looks at the door and back to his phone. “Yeah, I’ll wait.”

———

The third time is on the way down.

Alex is up early, and popping down the street for a smoothie for breakfast before the photo shoot Williams has arranged—in Nice—for Carlos and him. It’s some sponsor thing they couldn’t be bothered to fly them to England for since it can all be shot on a paper backdrop set.

When the elevator dings open, Alex meets the bright, surprised eyes of Lando.

“Mate?”

“Alex… hey.”

Alex steps into the elevator. “You’re… up early.” He checks his watch to make sure he doesn’t have the time wrong, isn’t going to be late for the shoot. No, it’s 6:45, just like he thought. Enough time to stroll to the smoothie shop and get back upstairs to gather his things and look presentable before the shoot. He is in joggers, slides, and one of his own merch hoodies for now.

Lando looks nearly the same, but with Birkenstocks and his hood up. Under it, Alex can see the peak of his curls, messier than usual. Almost as messy as when he’s just taken of his balaclava.

“Why are you—“ Alex starts, but Lando steps on his tongue.

“LEFT MY… wallet at Carlos’s yesterday,” he almost yells, echoing off of the mirrored elevator walls. “Had to get it this morning, so like, yeah.”

Alex squints at Lando. “Okay. Yeah.” Lando is fussing with his hood, arranging and rearranging how it sits on his head.

When the elevator opens on the ground floor, Lando darts out of the elevator and towards the exit to the street. Alex follows slowly behind him, pondering. By the time he makes it into the fresh air, Lando is gone from view.

———

“Fancy seeing you here,” Alex chuckles when the elevator dings open on his floor and there stands Lando. It’s nearly 10 p.m. on a Thursday.

“HI,” Lando says, too loud. He’s in the corner, oversized beige sweatshirt on that hangs in a way the material has to be high quality. The hood is up again, keeping his face partially in shadow. There’s a shopping bag in his hands, that he’s worrying the handles of between his fingers. “You’re, like, going up?”

“I am, mate.” Alex steps into the elevator and turns to face the door so Lando is on his right. “Was actually going to the roof, supposed to be a super moon tonight. Hey, you should see it, come up with me!”

Lando shakes his head, and Alex turns to face him. He’s still fidgeting with the bag in his hands, the thin plastic barely concealing whatever small box is inside. The corners are pushing at the material, sharp against the bag Alex recognizes from the pharmacy on the corner. He’s studying the bag when Lando shifts it, and he realizes with a jolt that because of where Lando is holding it, Alex has been staring towards Lando’s dick. In fact, he has the bag almost perfectly centered over his crotch, almost purposef—Alex flicks his eyes up to Lando’s face.

He looks… odd; pupils big, lips bitten.

The doors ding open on Carlos’s floor and Lando steps forward.

“Rare opportunity, mate,” Alex tried again. “Super moon.”

“Sorry,” Lando says, barely turning his head back to be heard before swinging a left to head down the hall. The elevator doors shut behind him and Alex is left comically perplexed about why Lando is in such a rush to visit Carlos at such a late hour.

———

The next time, Lando is not alone.

“Well, well, well,” Alex sing songs as he steps off the elevator and into the lobby to see Carlos and Lando together, shopping bags on their arms and deer expressions on both of their faces. “If it isn’t the man, the myth, the legend.”

Carlos cracks a smile, but Alex thinks it’s very unlike the easy ones he’s been giving Alex ever since they became teammates. “Hi, mate.” He gives Alex a quick clap on the shoulder as Lando and him pass by to enter the elevator. Carlos pauses in the doorway. “See you Monday, for the flight, yes?”

“Absolutely,” Alex shoots back. Lando behind Carlos is inching towards the floor buttons as Carlos stands blocking the door, like this niceties and filler conversation needs to be had.

“Okay, I’ll see you then.” Carlos steps back, and Lando appears to grab him by the back of the hoodie to pull him fully into the elevator and let the door shut. Pulled him by the hoodie back. The hoodie. A beige hoodie. Like the one Lando had on when—

The pieces suddenly click into place for Alex.

Oh my god.

[propertyofwicked]

SECRETS part 3 - LN

lando x fewtrell!reader

no content warnings for this part ! :) (there is more fluff in this part, finally)

p.s i wrote half of this on a train that smelt so bad so if its bad we blame thameslink <3

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max decided he’d talk to his sister later, right now, he needed to focus on being there for lando. right now, they were sat in the mclaren garage, qualifiers underway and lando doing so well. even y/n started to believe she was a lucky charm. and indeed, lando now believed she was 100% his lucky charm.

the moment his post-qualifying responsibilities ended, he came bounding over to y/n and max, first taking max into what y/n could only describe as a bro hug, ending when he swiftly moved to embrace her, mumbling a chant of ‘thank yous’ in her ear. he caught max in an awkward stare, prompting him to let go of y/n.

“thank me? what for? that was all you lan,” she said, smiling up at him as she moved her arms to cross over her chest.

“thanks to my lucky charm,” he said to both of them, but smirking at y/n, “im starting 2nd on the grid tomorrow. strong start means a strong race,” he finished, still beaming from ear to ear.

“me and y/n are going out for some food in a bit if you wanna join mate,” max said, smiling back at his friend.

“yeah sounds good. ive got to shower, but i’ll swing by and pick you both up from your hotel at 5?”

“perfect, see you there mate.”

the drive back to the hotel was silent, y/n assumed her brother was tired, her brother was in fact thinking. more specifically, thinking about his sister and where she had been the night before. he tried to stop his mind wandering further and yet, images of his sister and best friend infiltrated his thoughts. max’s brain couldn’t stop dwelling on the way lando embraced his sister, how his hands gripped at her waist, and then he thought back to that night in monaco. the way his best friend stood behind y/n, his hands on her waist, her head rolled back onto his shoulder as they danced to the music. before he knew it, the fear and anger he thought had dissipated months ago, was bubbling back inside of him, his hands gripping the steering wheel to ground him from the feeling.

y/n noticed. of course she did. spending 20 years of your life around someone tends to give you the ability to read their every emotion - and this one was one that y/n was not too familiar with. max usually held his anger and sadness well, so the only times she’d seen this was in his earlier driving career when races didn’t go his way. she hoped so desperately he wasn’t angry with her, after all, nothing had happened, and as far as she was aware, nothing would happen.

by the time 5 o’clock came around, max had returned to his normal self, conversing with y/n normally. that’s a good sign, y/n thought to herself. and now, he was chatting to lando as he drove them to a restaurant outside of the town they were staying in. it was all going so well, max was calm, y/n and lando were friends again and nothing could ruin this moment.

“y/n, why is your lip balm in lando’s centre console?”

shit.

“oh i think it fell out the top of my bag when i climbed in the back,” she said panicked, her eyes quickly darting to lando, who was suddenly very interested in the road ahead. max seemed ok with her answer, humming with a quick nod before continuing his conversation with lando. y/n, however, was filled with a new wave of anxiety. why did she feel like this? she hadn’t even done anything? and yet, her mind was now plagued with guilt.

her hands came together, playing with her fingers and twisting her rings around to calm the anxious thoughts, a trait she’d had since childhood. lando glanced at her in his rear view mirror, seeing her facial expressions - her eyebrows furrowed and her mouth falling into a natural frown. he then spotted her hands. he tried to join her into the conversation, tried to distract her, but soon enough they were parked and walking into the restaurant. max chose to sit opposite his sister, leaving lando and y/n pushed together in the booth.

her foot tapped the floor, shaking her whole leg, as the boys talked, y/n chiming in occasionally.

“mum and dad are coming up tonight for the race tomorrow,” lando said to max, but his hand came to brush the side of y/n’s bouncing leg, his finger drawing small circles on her thigh, “they’re staying in your hotel i think.”

“good thing you did well today then isn’t it,” max replied, laughing slightly, “i can drive them to the track tomorrow morning if they want?”

“i’ll ask, im sure they’ll be glad. dad hates driving before my races, gets to nervous and forgets to indicate,” lando responds, joining max in laughing at the thought of adam norris forgetting how to drive.

“i’m just gonna run to the toilet, do either of you want a drink whilst im up?” max asked, pushing his chair back under the table as he stands. y/n nods, asking for another diet coke whilst lando declines, holding up his half full glass.

the moment max disappears from sight, lando takes y/n's hand in his, brushing his thumb up and down the back, her leg slowing its bouncing.

“what’s wrong?” he asks, quietly, sad eyes coming to meet hers.

“my lip balm lando. i don’t want to know the conclusions max will jump to, and i don’t want to be on the receiving end of his anger.”

“it’ll be fine, i promise. he’s got nothing to be angry about, we’ve done nothing wrong.”

“you didn’t see him earlier. i thought he was going to rip the steering wheel off.”

“we’ve done nothing wrong,” he repeats, “besides, you’re a grown woman who makes her own life decisions. fuck it if he has a problem.” y/n nodded in response. he had a point. she was a strong independent woman, she didn’t need her brothers permission to do anything.

for the rest of the evening, she re-joined conversations, feeling a new sense of confidence in herself that she had been lacking all weekend.

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race day had approached quickly, y/n found herself sat in lando’s drivers room. max and lando’s parents had gone for a walk to grab some food, leaving the two of them alone. lando was pacing, his pre race nerves grew stronger every minute. quite frankly, y/n was sick of it - she sat back on the sofa, her eyes darting back and forth like the audience at a tennis match as she followed lando’s strides back and forth across the small room.

“lan?” she asked him, but he didn’t stop moving, and barely grunted to acknowledge that she’d spoken.

“lando? can you stop pacing? you’re making me dizzy,” she said with a sigh, and he finally came to a stop, and turned to look at her.

“sorry,” he said, smiling at her, as she stood up and walked towards him.

similar to last night, she took both of his hands in hers, pulling them to rest at the top of her chest. her eyes found his, staring directly into them.

“you nervous?”

“how could you tell?” he said, laughing slightly.

“you don’t need to be, you smashed qualis and you’ll smash this. besides, your lucky charm is here to save the day,” y/n said, adding a grin at the end of her sentence. the room fell into silence as he mulled her words over in his head. she was still looking at him, and he tried not to break the eye contact, but his eyes gradually dropped to look at her lips. she was still smiling at him, trying to calm him down the only way y/n knew how to. and she was still smiling at him when he leant down slightly, closing the gap between them even more.

“can i kiss you?” he asked slowly, as if to test the waters, the tension between them rising more than it ever had.

“i think that would be ok,” she said. he didn’t wait to join their lips together finally, pressing a soft kiss to her lips as his hands dropped from hers to fall and grip her waist softly. y/n’s hands moved to rest on the back of his neck, pulling him in closer, his tongue swiping her lower lip as her mouth parted to deepen the kiss.

he could’ve stayed in that moment forever, and he would’ve if a knock hadn’t interrupted the moment - y/n tensed up at the sound.

“lando are you ready? it’s time to get in the car.”

“uhh, yea. just give me a second,” he said, glancing down, first at y/n, panic leaving her shoulders as she established it wasn’t max, and then down to his fireproofs, readjusting the rest of his suit around his waist.

“we need you now, lando,” the voice said again, staying behind the door.

“we’ll continue this later,” he said pressing another kiss to her lips and her forehead, before walking to the door.

she grabbed her phone, her best friend was the only person she could trust to advise her now.

“well done lando, that’s p2,” lando’s race engineer announced through the radio, cheers erupting in the garage. y/n moved to cisca’s embrace, celebrating his win, after spending the entire race on the edge of their seats. the group, consisting of max, y/n and lando’s parents moved round to where lando’s car would pull in, excited to celebrate his podium with him.

when he was finally free from the cockpit, he moved to push his visor up, eyes darting around the crowd in hopes of spotting a familiar face. he spotted his mum first, and then the girl stood next to her. her smile could outshine the sun, he had thought to himself as he made great strides towards the group. lando reached over the low fencing, grabbing his mum into a tight embrace, her hand rubbing up and down his back supportively. when he stepped back and looked to his right, he saw y/n again. still smiling up at him. he would never get tired of seeing her smile.

his hands moved to her face, holding her jaw, eyes staring into hers. she couldn’t see his smile through his helmet, but she knew he was beaming. her own hands had risen to hold the sides of his helmet. he stared for a second longer before moving to pull her into an embrace tighter than his mums.

“my lucky charm,” he said to her, loud enough for a few people around her to hear.

“go get weighed and finish up. ill see you after,” she said as he pulled back, him nodding at her. just as he turned to celebrate with the rest of the team, she pulled him back.

“oh, and lando - im proud of you.” with that he left.

y/n turned to her side, looking at cisca, who was still smiling, an odd glint to her eyes. she then turned behind her, expecting to see her brother. but he wasn’t there.

“adam? where’s max?” she asked the man who had been stood next to max.

“he, um, he just left. didn’t say anything to me. he just kind of, walked off?” lando’s dad responded, looking as confused as she did.

this was not good. in fact, this was very bad.

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[sillygoofyqueer]

I'm becoming sick over the mad scientist AU and it's negatively impacting how I view everything in life (I was in Psychology and I started thinking about how Wen Ruohan would so take a look at Milgram n fucken Bandura n Skinner n be like "how can I use this to fuck up everyone around me") so I'm fuelling the addiction. Wei Wuxian. Whipped, recovering from a fever, slowly starting to ponder the reliability of what the Wens have been telling him, as well as the implications of it. Turning to Wen Qing while she's rebandaging his wounds after he opened them during sword practice - she's not allowed to heal them, they're supposed to be a message - and asking her if she would tell him the truth if he asked her something someone else had lied to him about. She pauses, and he isn't able to see her expression as she tells him that no, she wouldn't, not if it meant the rest of her family being in danger of death. Of course, this is more than answer enough, and he doesn't ask her any more questions; he can't have his family getting hurt in his hunt for the truth, and he can more than definitely find out everything without having to get any of them involved.

He starts his hunt for knowledge with a carefully timed trip; the moment that his back is given a (sort of) all clear by Wen Qing, he's back to his regular self, bounding around the place and telling Wen Ruohan that he wants to go back to the cave of the Xuanwu of Slaughter to see if there's anything cool to be found in its remains. "After all, it was built off resentment!" He explains, carefully not mentioning the fact that there was anything in particular so that the man doesn't get suspicious. Wen Ruohan allows him to go, but Wen Zhuliu (who is basically assigned to him, much to Wen Chao's chagrin) has to go along, 'just in case'. That's fine - Wei Wuxian's used to getting things past him at all times, so it's easy to get a messenger bird to start following him from a distance on the travel there, and embarrassingly easy to get a message attached to it under the guise of climbing a tree just because. Wen Zhuliu doesn't question it when a bird flutters off, obviously just startled by the boy disturbing its home.

Then there comes the actual searching of the corpse - it absolutely reeks already, but he's more than used to the smell of rotting flesh and doesn't even blink twice before he's diving into the water to search for that sword he lost earlier (yes, Wen Qing did tell him not to get his wounds wet). Wen Zhuliu watches carefully from atop the shell of the corpse, but a well-timed talisman that sets off a crumbling near the entrance to sound like someone slipping or something sends him darting off to check it out just as Wei Wuxian locates the sword half buried beneath the corpse sludge pouring out of the shell. He shoves it into his qiankun sleeve and then grabs a couple other old weapons that could be used for some experiments to appease Wen Ruohan and beams at Wen Zhuliu as he returns with a "look what I found, Zhuliu-ge!! These are going to be so fun to work with!"

It's a few days before he gets a response; he's just glad that the messenger bird managed to make it to his chosen correspondent without getting shot down or lost, and it's made better by a response from the boy (he shouldn't feel so surprised, Nie Huaisang most certainly owes him after what he's been through after letting him escape). He just asked him to tell him about the different clans, and Nie Huaisang has gone above and beyond with a letter detailing the basics of each main clan, and then going into extra detail about what the Nies are like. It's different to how Lan Wangji talked about his home, much more excited and enthusiastically proud of Qinghe compared to the other boy's quiet pride of the Cloud Recesses, but they both just have so much love for places that Wei Wuxian had been raised believing were literal hellholes of their own special kind. Not fit for someone like him.

I should keep talking about how Wei Wuxian becomes more aware of the surrounding world and how he corroborates those answers with different books smuggled in by Xue Yang (who found all of Wei Wuxian's correspondence with Nie Huaisang and demanded to be included because heeeyyyy :[) He's obviously leaving a paper trail so that in case of something going wrong, nobody else can be blamed for Wei Wuxian finding out about the lies the Wen have been raising him on. I actually don't want to because I'm tired and this part is boring me - it's basically just hyjinks mixed with Wei Wuxian slowly starting to break apart because he's learning that he's been assisting the real monstrous sect all along. He's killed people, innocent individuals that had not volunteered to have different resentful energy pumped into them and their organs be systematically taken out. He's really not doing well because of it while trying to act So Normal around everyone else.

I think this all comes to a head when Wei Ying finds out about his parents. He's just received a new letter from Nie Huaisang, yapping on about how honestly, he thought that Wei Ying would "not be this chill at all!! You know, considering all of the horror stories and the experimenting and the blood and the fact that you work for the guys who killed your parents-" W h a t . What. What. He keeps rereading this sentence, over and over again, but it doesn't seem to stick. He feels colder every time the words slide through his brain. No, his parents were killed on a night hunt. The Wen had...but why would they? It's become clear that they don't care about things that aren't useful to them. This teenager, this boy who is already emotionally unstable right now, snaps. Qi deviation mixing with the resentful energy crawling through his body just grab him all at once.

Wen Zhuliu is standing outside Wei Wuxian's experimenting rooms as usual, ignoring the noises coming from inside as usual, until there's a particularly large crash inside. At this point, he can't ignore it anymore and opens the door to be greeted with Wei Wuxian obviously qi deviating and covered in blood which would be normal if not for the fact that he just got new robes and there is no corpse in this room. So it is his own blood. His breathing is heavy and uneven, his fingers are curled inwards with Suibian ever faithfully in his hand. Raw qi and resentful energy crackles around the room and Wen Zhuliu is ready to call for Wen Qing when their eyes meet and he realises that they are clear. Focused. They look upon him and they are filled with a visceral, feral hatred of what they see. The man of course tries to brace himself for an attack, gearing up to crush Wei Wuxian's core, but he is not ready for the power coursing through the teenager's veins in his distress.

When other guards (and Xue Yang) come running at all of the commotion, they are met with Wei Ying sat in a pool of blood, using nothing but his bare hands to rip at Wen Zhuliu's already mutilated body, chunks of flesh and muscle dropping around him and different shredded organs splattered around the gore stained room. The man's throat lies next to his head. When Wei Ying notices the other guards, the only thing stopping him from attacking them as well is the fact that Xue Yang is the one standing in the doorway, staring down at him with actual, real concern and horror - not for Wen Zhuliu, but for Wei Ying.

[mythicalcowboyatheart]

i was wondering if you could write a smut fic for ian mckinley x f!reader 🫶🏽🫶🏽

Ian McKinley x Reader smut request

lan was peacefully lying on his bed, flipping through the pages of a magazine. While his partner was doing everything in their power to get under lan's skin. Annoying him, just for fun. "I swear I'll murder you." He mumbled to himself, sighing softly in your face. "sorry hun" lan rolls his eyes dramatically, not even bothering to look up from his magazine. "Whatever. You're not sorry at all." "what did i do this time?" lan finally glances at you with an annoyed expression, tossing the magazine aside. "You're breathing too loudly. And your existence in general is just irritating me." You claim on top of him straddling him "im sorry...will you forgive me?" lan tenses up immediately as you straddle him, his pale face flushing slightly despite his attempts to maintain composure. "Get off me, you clingy little..." His voice trails off, caught between anger and something else. You cup his face in your hands "come on..." lan's jaw clenches, his eyes narrowing at your touch. His hands instinctively grip your thighs to steady you. "Don't 'come on' me. I'm still mad." His voice comes out slightly strained, betraying his true feelings. "im sorry..." You repeat as you kiss his face. lan tries to maintain his stern expression, but your kisses are making it increasingly difficult. His fingers dig slightly into your thighs. "Stop... apologizing and kissing me. You're making this harder... "He mutters, though he doesn't push you away. You keep kissing him and apologizing a smile on your face lan's resolve crumbles as you continue, his face turning a deeper shade of red. He lets out a frustrated groan. "God, you're impossible..." He pulls you closer despite his words, his hands sliding up to your waist. "you forgive me?" lan hesitates for a moment, trying to maintain his grumpy facade. His eyes dart away from yours. "...Fine. I forgive you. But only because you're being extra annoying right now." You kiss his lips softly "good" lan melts into the kiss despite his protests, one hand threading into your hair. His earlier irritation seems to have faded. "Shut up..." He mumbles against your lips, pulling you down closer to him. lan grabs your hips, flipping you over so he's now hovering above you on the bed. "You're such a little brat, you know that?" He leans down, his breath hot against your ear.

You wrap her limbs around him lan presses his body against yours, his heart racing. He nips at your neck playfully. "Can't believe I let you get to me like this..." His hands slide under your shirt, cool fingers tracing your skin. You smile "but it feels so good..." lan growls softly, his lips moving down to your collarbone. "Yeah... it does. But don't think I'm letting you win all the time." He bites down gently, leaving a mark. You hum He continues marking your skin, his hands becoming more possessive. One hand slips under your bra. "You're mine, whether you annoy me or not." His voice is low and rough with desire. Your hips lift to grind against Ians. lan groans at the contact, his grip on your hip tightening as he grinds back against you. "Careful... you're gonna make me forget why I was mad in the first place." He captures your lips in a heated kiss. lan's kiss becomes more demanding, his tongue exploring your mouth as he presses his growing hardness against you. "I want you... now." He breaks the kiss to whisper against your lips, his hands already working to remove your clothes. You moan in to the kiss lan shivers at your moan, his movements becoming more urgent. He quickly pulls off your shirt and bra, tossing them aside. "God, that sound..." He trails kisses down your chest, his lips lingering on your sensitive skin. lan's hands slide down to your pants, unbuttoning them with practiced ease. He looks up at you with darkened eyes. "You're driving me crazy..." He helps you remove your pants, leaving you in just your underwear. You smile up at him. lan takes a moment to admire your body, his eyes roaming over every inch of you. He leans down to kiss your inner thigh. "You're beautiful... even when you're being annoying." He nips at your skin teasingly. lan hooks his fingers into the waistband of your underwear, slowly pulling them down. His breath hitches as he sees you completely exposed. "I need to taste you..." He moves between your legs, his tongue flicking out to tease your sensitive clit. "lan..." lan groans at the sound of his name, his tongue swirling around your clit in slow circles. "Yes, baby?" He murmurs against you, his hands gripping your thighs to keep you still. "more ...." lan smirks against your skin, sliding a finger inside you while continuing to suck and lick your clit. "More what? You'll have to be specific, darling." He adds another finger, curling them just right. You moan lan pumps his fingers faster, his tongue working in tandem with them. He watches your reactions intently, enjoying how you fall apart under his touch. "That's it... let me hear you." He sucks harder on your clit, determined to make you cum. Ian adds a third finger, stretching you out while his thumb rubs your clit in tight circles. He increases the pace, his fingers hitting that sweet spot inside you. "Cum for me, darling. I want to feel you clench around my fingers." His voice is commanding yet filled with lust. Your hips buck lan holds you down firmly, his fingers thrusting deeper as he feels your body tense up. He doesn't stop, wanting to push you over the edge. "Come on, baby. I know you're close. Just let go." He bites your thigh gently, his eyes locked on your face. "lan!" lan groans as he feels you cum, his fingers still moving slowly to prolong your orgasm. He licks up every drop, savoring the taste of you. "Good girl..." He pulls his fingers out and wipes his mouth with the back of his hand, looking incredibly pleased with himself.