#max/lando

[norstappan]

ok but they drew them together you can't tell me not norstappen wait and the papaya sitting near Lando lmfao. Lewis getting his new Ferrari jacket. Nico getting his new Stake sweater. The lizard wearing a Christmas hat. Leo and Roscoe hiding under the table. I see Checo but no Esteban. 🥲

i perhaps broke down everything in the picture... anyways

norstappen!! 🩷

we've found Esteban he's putting on the Hass sweater next to Nico!!

thx for pointing it out @midgridprincess!! 🩷

honorable mention to @landoom for spotting papaya + ruler = papaya rules!! 🩷

indeed papaya does rule! 😉🧡

[f1-disaster-bi]

Thank you anon for inspiring insomnia fulled WAG Lando au:

"You are being so obvious, you know that right?" Daniel's tone was teasing as he elbowed Max in the ribs. He could feel the older mans gaze on his face, but Max only had eyes for one person as he watched Lando laughing with some fans that had stopped him outside the Red Bull hospitality. Lando looked good like this. Sunglasses perched on his head, disappearing into his curls. His tan skin was golden in the fading sunlight. He wasn't wearing anything fancy, just a simple pair of dark jeans and one of Max's hoodies. His pass for the weekend hanging from a Red Bull lanyard around his neck making sure everyone knew who's guest he was. Max would be lying if he claimed that it didn't stoke something a little primal and warm in his chest to have Lando here like this, wearing his clothes and repping his team. "Seriously, I don't know how no one picked up on this before now", Daniel laughed as they watched Lando pose for a quick selfie with the people that had stopped him, "You haven't been subtle since the moment you laid eyes on him" Max couldn't help but grin at his words because it was true. From the moment he had first tunned into one of Lando's streams, Max had known that Lando was someone he wanted to know. There was a pull in his chest, and even if he hadn't mentioned him that first night, he had followed Lando's social media platforms. It had only taken another week before he had messaged him, and Max could never regret it. "Why would I be subtle when I knew what I wanted?", Max tore his gaze from Lando to look at Daniel, "I have never been anything but blunt" Daniel rolled his eyes fondly at Max but he could tell he was happy for them. Max wasn't the only one that had developed a soft spot for Lando the moment he laid eyes on him. He looked as if he wanted to say more but Lando was already walking back towards them. There was a smile on his face and he slotted himself into Max's side easily. Max didn't even have to think about wrapping his arm around Lando's waist or the kiss he pressed to his cheek. It was as natural as the way Lando's cheeks still flushed pink every time Max was open with his affection. "Sorry about that", Lando leaned into him, tilting his head to look at Max. "And here I thought everyone came here this weekend to see me", Max stated with a smirk that had Lando laughing and Daniel swatting at his arm. "Well I don't know about them, but I am here to see you", Lando teased with a smile, "Might even wear your number and everything tomorrow" All Max could do to quiet the butterflies in his stomach was lean in to kiss him softly, ignoring the way Daniel cleared his throat after a moment because he didn't care. Nothing mattered more to him than the man in his arms right now, and tomorrow he was going to win the race for Lando just to kiss him at the barrier in while Lando wore his name and number.

[sassy-starlight]

Max exhales slowly, pressing the heels of his hands against his eyes. He’s still half-hard from the dream, his body betraying him even as his mind recoils. His stomach twists, not just from what almost happened tonight but from the things that had happened before.

His thoughts drift to Zandvoort. To the way Lando had stolen his home race, and how, instead of feeling bitter about it, Max had felt—fuck, he doesn’t even know. Proud? Turned on? Possessive?

The entire weekend had been a whirlwind, the orange smoke, the deafening roar of the crowd, the sheer energy of it all. And then there was Lando, standing on his podium, taking his win, looking so stupidly, openly, giddily happy about it. Max had pretended he was pissed, scowling in the cool-down room, arms crossed while Lando bounced on his feet like an overexcited puppy. But it had been an act.

Because deep down, a sick part of him had loved it. Loved seeing Lando glow under the spotlight, loved the way he had beamed at him during the anthems, like he was waiting for Max to do something about it.

And later, in Martijn’s house, he had.

It had been easy to sneak away. There were so many rooms, so many distractions, and no one was paying attention to where Max had disappeared. No one was paying attention when Lando followed.

The moment they were alone, Max had shoved him against the nearest wall, swallowing his laughter with a bruising kiss. Lando had gasped against his mouth, still buzzing with adrenaline, still glowing with victory.

"Mad at me?" Lando had teased, breathless, eyes bright.

Max had growled in response, gripping Lando’s waist, pulling him close. "So fucking mad."

Lando had laughed, throwing his arms around Max’s neck. "Liar."

Max had kissed him again, harder, angrier—except it wasn’t anger, not really. It was something else, something hotter, something needier. Lando had moaned into his mouth, fingers curling into Max’s hair, dragging him in deeper.

It had been frantic, messy, hands yanking at clothes, mouths never parting for long. Max had pushed Lando onto the bed, covering his body with his own, losing himself in the heat, the skin, the want.

And then, somewhere in the middle of it all, in the haze of sweat and pleasure and victory, Max had lost control of his mouth.

"You love fucking me," Lando had gasped, nails digging into Max’s back.

And Max, drunk on everything—on the race, on Lando, on the sheer fucking electricity between them—had buried his face in Lando’s neck and said it back.

"I do," he had murmured against his skin. "I love fucking you."

Lando had shivered beneath him, tightening his legs around Max’s waist, pulling him in deeper.

Max swallows hard at the memory, chest tight. That night had been perfect. Easy. A stolen moment in the aftermath of chaos.

Tonight, though—tonight had been different.

Tonight, Lando had begged for him, just like before. But tonight, Max had to be the one to say no.

Because if he hadn’t—if he had let it happen, like in his dream—then it wouldn’t have been Lando he was with.

It would have just been a body, pliant and drunk and unable to truly choose.

And Max wants all of Lando—his sharpness, his wit, his fire. Not just the loose, reckless version of him that comes with too many drinks and too little inhibition.

He sighs and rolls onto his side, looking at Lando’s sleeping form. In the dim light, he can see the rise and fall of his chest, the way his curls have fallen over his forehead. Peaceful. Unaware.

Max exhales, forcing himself to close his eyes. He’ll deal with this in the morning.

When they’re both sober.

[blorbocedes]

norstappen is so so compelling to me, please let me ramble for a (few) moments:

I hateeeeeee when people compare norstappen to brocedes (which I am def sure you’ve talked about and have thoughts of) or even any Lando-rivalry BECAUSE literally the situations are not even close

“there are parallels” um so actually yeah maybe parallel universes that had inverse and refracted canon events- brocedes had such an intricate and intertwined path where it led to such a devastating fallout (and here i will admit im not factually caught up in all lore brocedes, so I can’t speak on everything but) anyways methinks that the whole heartbreak and reaction of brocedes breakup was lended to primarily the fact that they were teammates and the fact that they had so much history together

not gonna go into that too in depth but all that just to say norstappen are NOT even close to being brocedes, and now please let me get into why that makes them so compelling

for most of our fav duos on the grid, they have had history as teammates (e.g. maxiel, carlando, sebmark, etc) because dynamics are easier to acknowledge and easier to consume. obviously there are some exceptions like galex and lestappen but we know why they’re so close because of their racing histories

BUT NORSTAPPEN like yes ik they raced in juniors and whatever but it was so fleeting that seeing them come together in f1 is just like woah

Max is historically a fierce competitor and used to be so hot headed he was brash and (c)rude

so maybe a lot of their companionship now could be attributed to the fact they weren’t direct competitors in 20/21 but to me that really doesn’t matter bc the way they talked to and about each other then is still with the same fondness they talk about each other now

even though they’re currently competing for the wdc they’re still friends first and foremost, and they pretty much refuse to speak down on each other (Austria is a whole nother rant I don’t have space for) and they still support each other so so much it’s actually unfathomable to me

like guys come on this is the part where you’re supposed to start shit talking and throwing hands, not going at it raw on the pj with an audience

but their respect for each other is of the highest standard and tbh that’s the ONLY reason they’re still Good with each other in my opinion, although the appearance and the nature of that respect I am mildly unsure of

thank you for sacrificing a piece of your askbox for my rambling, and if you have any counterpoints I’d loveeee to hear them

max and lando never raced against each other, until they got into f1. not in the junior karting categories

personally speaking, wholesome friends to lovers does nothing for me and I don't care for ships that's like let's see who can respect each other harder. that's not what I find compelling ab norstappen but the fun thing about rpf is its all made up and different ppl interpret it in different ways, so if that's what works for you then go off!!! and im glad you're having fun too:3

[miniiredd]

Uh yeah…… so who’s writing the fic based on this?!?

Cause there 1000% needs to be one, and I don’t have that ability. I have thoughts, feelings and comments I’m more then happy to scream about but not the writing ability

[rana030]

Pov: you're reading fanfiction and suddenly y/n starts to call him daddy

[foudreika]

F1 Rainbow Illustrations

All the rainbow illustrations I did between last year and this year! :D Always super satisfying to put them all together lol

[pppuri]

gossip in the paddock

[landoughnut]

You're Dating Him?! - LN4

masterlist - request

pairing: lando norris x leclerc!fem!reader

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

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

lando

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lando nice and needed vacation ☀️

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user1 IS THAT A G-GIRL ⁉️⁉️

carlossainz55 aye you bastard answer my messages 😑 ♥︎ by author

charles_leclerc looks like little lando norris is all grown up 🥺

maxfewtrell oh he's all grown up all right 😏

lando maxfewtrell you keep your mouth SHUT

charles_leclerc maxfewtrell ????

user2 damn we got lando soft launching before gta 6

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

maxfewtrell 😶

user3 maxfewtrell TELL US WHAT YOU KNOW

maxfewtrell user3 🤐

user3 maxfewtrell you BITCH

oscarpiastri looking tan mate 👍 ♥︎ by author

user4 do we think oscar knows who she is

maxverstappen1 why was I not informed about this

lando because you have connections 😄

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

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

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

user5 YOU'RE ONTO SOMETHING

user6 LANDO LIKING ?????

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

user8 no way that would ever happen lmao

lando

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lando they do say Italy is the country of love 🫶

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user9 soldiers we've lost him 🫡

carlossainz55 🫡😢 ♥︎ by author

user10 carlossainz55 LMAOAOAO its okay carlando lives on forever

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

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

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

user12 that unfortunately doesn't really help much

user11 user12 yet...

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

lando she taught me 🤭

user13 THAT SHOULD BE ME HOLDING YOUR HAND 💔

alexandrasaintmleux gorgeous girl ♥︎ by author

maxverstappen1 I recognize that back...

lando SHUT UPPPP

lando maxverstappen1 wait wdym you recognize her back 😾

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

lando heh that would be pretty funny 😅

maxfewtrell lando can you be anymore obvious mate

yourusername I cant charles is so oblivious 😭

lando

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lando 🌊🛥️ maxfewtrell

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maxverstappen1 interesting...

oscarpiastri stay hydrated folks 👍

lando yes dad 👍

charles_leclerc looking clean 🔥 ♥︎ by author

arthur_leclerc cute couple 🤝 ♥︎ by author

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

maxfewtrell 🤪

arthur_leclerc maxfewtrell 🤔

carlossainz55 you two better be keeping it PG 👀😏

lando more like MA

charles_leclerc lando be safe use protection ☝️

maxfewtrell charles_leclerc ☠️

charles_leclerc maxfewtrell ?????

alexandrasaintmleux tell her I said hi 🎀 ♥︎ by author

charles_leclerc you know who she is??

alexandrasaintmleux charles_leclerc hehe....

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

user15 SPILL

user14 user15 I THINK SHE'S yourusername

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

user16 user14 WAITTTTTT I THINK YOU'RE RIGHT

yourusername

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

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

maxverstappen1 I KNEW IT ♥︎ by author

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

user8 IM SORRY 😣

oscarpiastri finally!! congrats 👍 ♥︎ by author

maxfewtrell NOOOO I WAS HAVING FUN TROLLING

yourusername yeah we know 😄

user18 how did lando pull a leclerc

lando excuse me???

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

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

lando yourusername I love you too baby 🥺 ♥︎ by author

charles_leclerc what the FUCK.

charles_leclerc I'LL KILL HIM

charles_leclerc WHAT THE FUCK WHY ARE YOU HUGGING THAT THING

lando "THAT THING" ⁉️⁉️

charles_leclerc lando fuck off je ne te parlais pas

lando charles_leclerc I don't understand french 😢

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

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

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

maxfewtrell 😎🍿 ♥︎ by author

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

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

arthur_leclerc WHY IS HIS MOUTH ON YOURS IN THAT TWEET

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

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

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

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

maxverstappen1 lando it was nice competing with you

lando ☹️

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

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

leclerc_pascale beautiful ❤️ ♥︎ by author

yourusername I LOVE YOU MAMAN

lando I'm too pretty to die 💔

arthur_leclerc who lied to you??

lando arthur_leclerc your sister I guess ♥︎ by author

lorenzotl lando you're only digging your grave deeper

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

yourusername thank you enzo I love you ❤️

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

charles_leclerc does he make you happy.

yourusername yes very happy 🥹

charles_leclerc yourusername is he respectful.

yourusername charles_leclerc he couldn't be more of a gentleman

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

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

arthur_leclerc lando BROTHER IN LAW?????

[norstappan]

for the norstappen fans!! 🩷

via : hellxkittylxrd

[f1-disaster-bi]

30 angsty dialogue prompts

30. "You can't tell anyone." Norstappen maybe stemmed from fear of jos finding out?

-💖

It was Daniel that figured it out. Max didn't know when or how, but he'd simply let himself into Max's apartment one weekend and blurted it out. He had said the words so simply, so happily, as if he hadn't just torn down the carefully constructed life that Max had built for the media. Daniel had just looked at him, pride in his eyes and a soft smile on his face as he had uttered out words Max thought no one would ever say. "I'm happy for you and Lando", Daniel grinned, clapping him on the shoulder as if he hadn't just metaphorically poured cold water over Max's spine, "The two of you fit together. I'm surprise it took me this long to figure it out" Max felt a bit ill at his words. Not at the implication that he was with Lando, because he was. Max was not ashamed of the fact that he loved Lando more than any words in the English or Dutch language could portray. He wasn't ashamed that he was bisexual, or of his relationship, but that didn't mean that Max wasn't aware of the danger that people knowing about them could bring to their relationship or to himself and Lando. While their sport liked to claim to be progressive, Max knew that it wasn't. There were still things that went unspoken. Things that were better left unsaid because it was safer, and not just for the team or their careers. It was safer on a personal front. Not saying these things protected them, and Max wasn't prepared for someone to actually acknowledge that Lando and he were more than simply friends. Yet with the way Daniel was looking at him, all honesty and happiness, Max couldn't help but ache for a future where he didn't have to stop himself reaching for Lando in the paddock or in public. Max wanted to post all their cheesy holiday pictures. He wanted to share pictures of Lando napping on his chest or playing with their cats. The ones of Lando with his sisters kids, and the ones of Oliver's kids crawling all over him and the videos of them calling him uncle Maxy. He wanted to live outloud instead of hiding away because he knew that the price of loving Lando outloud came with losing his father and his sibliings that were still too young to understand why Max wasn't always around. "Max?", Daniel asked cautiously, leaning forward to try catch his eyes, "Did I say something wrong?" For half a second Max considered saying yes. He considered telling Daniel that he had overstepped and missed the mark. He thought about telling him that he was wrong, but then he looked at him. He looked at Daniel who was someone he trusted with his life. Someone Lando trusted with his life, and he saw his friend. His friend that would never do anything to hurt Lando or himself, and Max wanted him to know. He wanted Daniel to know how ridicously in love with Lando he was. "You can't tell anyone, especially not anyone close to my Dad", Max spoke after a moment, voice rough but when he looked at Daniel, he couldn't help but smile, "I love him, Daniel. I want to kiss him on the podium and post his face all over my instagram, but I can't" Daniel looked at him for a moment. It was clear he was studying him, letting his words sink in before he leaned forward to rest his hand on Max's knee and he squeezed it softly with a smile. "I am so happy for you, Max", Daniel spoke softly, "You know I love you both. I wouldn't do anything to fuck this up for either of you. You can trust me" Max relaxed under his assurances because Daniel never lied to him. They were honest to a fault with each other. It was why their friendship survived everything their careers had thrown at them. "We're really happy", Max admitted, and the smile he got from Daniel was blinding and so supportive that Max felt relaxed for the first time in months.

[sassy-starlight]

One he had spent shuddering and moaning between two strong, hot bodies. Soaking up the attention of the alpha couple, crying as Max bit into his shoulder. So close yet so far from his scent gland while his hands tight on his hips helped him ride Charles. The Monégasque alpha rumbled and growled proudly, hands leaving prints on his thighs and knot splitting him open, leaving Lando breathless as he rode him. Little broken moans and purrs falling from his lips as the two alphas manoeuvred him slowly, making sure Charles hit him deeper and deeper each time. Sending Lando spiralling into his heat until he was crying on his cock, frustrated as he reached for Max’s, wanting it inside him but the alphas shushing him.

A hand stroking his stomach softly, tracing the bugle that developed after two days of fucking. Of Lando begging to be bred over and over on the alpha’s cocks and them complying. One of them was always buried in him, teeth in the back of his neck and rumbling against his back or chest as the other fed him sweet fruits and juices. Praising him.

Max's low voice rumbled in Lando's ear, soft and commanding, "You're doing so well for us, little omega. Look at you, taking everything we give you." His hand rested possessively on Lando's hip, his thumb stroking over a faint bruise he'd left earlier, evidence of the countless times they'd claimed him.

Charles leaned down, his lips brushing over Lando's temple, his breath warm and steady as he whispered, "Perfect. Our perfect omega." His fingers trailed over Lando's sweat-slicked skin, tracing the curve of his waist before settling on his stomach, where the faint bulge of their combined efforts rested. Pride flickered in his eyes as he met Max's gaze over Lando's trembling form.

Lando whimpered, his body shuddering with overstimulation, yet he arched against them, silently asking for more. His thighs burned from the constant strain, but he couldn't stop himself from pressing back, desperate for the pleasure only they could give him. His hands fisted in the sheets beneath him, his nails digging into the fabric as another wave of heat rolled over him.

"You want more, don't you, omega?" Max's tone was teasing, though his eyes darkened with hunger. He leaned in, his lips ghosting over Lando's scent gland but not marking it, not yet. "But you can barely keep up, hmm? Such a needy little thing."

"Please," Lando managed, his voice hoarse from crying out their names all night. "Please, I can take it. I want—" His words broke off into a sob as Charles shifted behind him, his cock dragging against sensitive walls.

"You'll take what we give you," Charles murmured, his voice firm yet tender. His hand slid up to cradle Lando's jaw, tilting his face upward to meet his eyes. "And you'll love every second of it, won't you?"

Lando nodded frantically, his lips parting to let out another broken moan as Max's fingers brushed over his swollen entrance, teasing where Charles had just pulled out. "Good boy," Max praised, leaning down to kiss him softly, a stark contrast to the intensity of their touches.

The alphas shared a look, a silent agreement passing between them. Max shifted closer, positioning himself behind Lando while Charles moved to cradle Lando's trembling frame against his chest. The Monégasque alpha stroked his hair gently, his other hand still resting protectively on Lando's stomach.

"We're not done with you yet," Max promised, his voice dripping with promise as he lined himself up. "Not until every inch of you is ours."

Lando shivered at Max's words, his breath hitching as he felt the blunt pressure of Max's cock teasing his entrance. His body instinctively arched, craving the stretch and fullness he knew was coming. Charles chuckled softly, his lips brushing against Lando's temple as he whispered, "Look at you, so eager. You were made for this, weren't you? To be between us, to be ours."

"Y-Yes," Lando stammered, his voice breaking on a moan as Max pushed forward, his thick length sinking into him inch by inch. The stretch was overwhelming, a perfect mix of pain and pleasure that had him keening, his fingers clawing at Charles's chest. "Please, Alpha... please."

"Shh, omega," Charles cooed, his hand stroking Lando's cheek tenderly. "Let us take care of you. Just feel us. Let us fill you up." He shifted Lando slightly, making sure the omega was comfortable in his lap, his arms wrapped securely around him.

Max groaned as he bottomed out, his cock pressing insistently against Lando's entrance but not pushing in just yet. He leaned forward, his lips brushing over the mark Charles had left on the back of Lando's neck, his voice a low growl. "You're so perfect, little omega. So tight, so warm. You take us so well."

Lando whimpered, his body trembling as Max began to move, his thrusts slow and deliberate, each one sending jolts of pleasure through him. Charles's hands roamed his body, grounding him, soothing him even as Max pushed him higher and higher. The Monégasque alpha kissed his forehead, murmuring soft praises, his deep voice like a balm to Lando's overstimulated senses.

"You feel that?" Max asked, his voice rough with restraint as he rolled his hips, his cock pressing teasingly against Lando's entrance with every thrust. "You were made to take us, little one. Made to carry our scent, to carry our pups."

Lando's breath hitched, his eyes fluttering shut as the words sent a fresh wave of arousal coursing through him. "Please," he begged, his voice a desperate whimper. "I need it. Need you both."

"Not yet," Max said, his tone firm but laced with affection. "We’ll give you what you want, but you have to be patient, baby."

Charles hummed in agreement, his hands smoothing over Lando's quivering thighs. "We'll take care of you, mon ange. Just let go. Let us have you."

And Lando did. He surrendered completely, his body melting into theirs, his cries of pleasure filling the room as they worked him through his heat, their touches possessive yet tender. By the time Max finally knotted him, Lando was a trembling, boneless mess, his body completely spent but his heart full as he felt the love and care in every movement, every word.

"You’re ours," Charles whispered against his hair, his arms tightening around Lando as Max nuzzled the back of his neck. "Forever

[rex-rambles]

➤ OOPS? (F1 TEXTS)

summary: the f1 grid call you by the wrong name

pairing: max verstappen, oscar piastri, lando norris, charles leclerc, daniel ricciardo and carlos sainz

warnings: mentions of infidelity (all jokes), slightly suggestive in lando/daniel's

➤ MASTERLIST

a/n: would yall want me to add more drivers to these?? like lewis/george? let me know :)

[finifugue]

'the F1 movie needed to have Brad Pitt fuck his female engineer because there needed to be sexual tension!' BORING. If they wanted sexual tension they should've made it historically accurate and true to real life and had Brad Pitt fuck his teammate

[inkandapex]

stream madness pt. 2

Lando Norris x Reader

Summary: Lando Norris embraced his now-public relationship as a chance to openly and unapologetically adore his girlfriend. Fans saw it as a win—though it came at the cost of Max F constantly getting roped into their antics.

Words: 4.8k

Warnings: swearing, mentions of sex, suggestive dialogue

part 1 | part 3 | part 4

Protect Max

Fans were absolutely loving how Y/N had become a bigger part of Max’s streams. They got to see a side of her they’d never caught on social media and beyond the glimpses from the paddock with Lando.

It was just another day of chatting and gaming for the two during a break between races, the pair sat in an ever familiar room in Lando's place in Monaco, but with him absent as Max had mentioned he went out for training.

"We just agreed on not using grenades you cheat! Lando's rubbing off on you way too much. I don't like it" Max exclaims as his character on Counterstrike once again, gets killed by Y/N less than a minute into the round.

"Oh go cry about it Max, just admit I'm better than you" Y/N smirks as she grabs her water bottle to take a sip

"You cheated! I got absolutely knocked by that"

"Fine! You big baby, no grenades this time, promise" Y/N groans as they start another round

"they're so sibling coded" "not bob getting dethroned from being Max's gaming partner" "she's so gonna beat Max again this round"

“Okay, chat, no need to rub salt in the wound—by the way, I was the one who taught you how to play, you should be grateful—shit!”

Max was mid-sentence when Y/N sniped him, knocking him out of the game and securing yet another win—this time, fair and square.

“The student becomes the master,” she smirked, leaning back in her chair, clearly enjoying the moment.

"What's going on here?" the mic picks up Lando's voice before he even enters the frame.

"I'm absolutely dominating on counterstrike—did you just get back?" A playful smile spreads across Y/N's face as Lando walks into the room, standing behind her chair and gently massaging her shoulders.

"I've already showered and everything. Been here the past 30 minutes, you two were too busy bickering—I could hear you all the way down the hall," Lando chuckles, looking down at her with a cheeky grin.

He leans in, but Y/N quickly shifts away, avoiding the kiss.

"You're avoiding my kisses now?" Lando teases, his mouth hanging open in mock surprise.

"The stream, Lan..." Y/N mutters, a little pout on her lips, making Lando laugh softly.

"Alright baby, for our eyes only, yeah?" Lando smirks, leaning back down while reaching for the camera, his hand covering it just in time to hide their kiss.

"Hello?! My eyes! My eyes! What about Max’s eyes?!" Max's shout makes the two burst into laughter as Lando pulls his hand away, revealing Max’s face, twisted in utter disgust.

"lol poor max" "bet he misses P a lil extra today" "i think im going to cardiac arrest they're so cute"

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Snitches get stiches

The night before testing in Bahrain, Lando hopped onto Max’s stream for a few rounds, confident as ever. After absolutely schooling Max, he decided it was time to call it a night, shutting down his setup and stepping away.

What he didn’t step away from, however, was the chat.

Curled up in bed, phone in hand, Lando lurked—dropping smug messages every few minutes. No matter how much Max tried to ignore him, chat was loving it, egging Lando on as he tormented his friend from the shadows.

" 'Just take the L—' Mate, I did take the L. You’re the one still lurking in chat," Max laughed, shaking his head as yet another message from Lando popped up. "You have testing tomorrow, by the way."

Then, a new message appeared.

"Ed said he let you win this morning."

Max smirked, grabbing his phone. Without a word, he held up a finger to the camera and pressed dial. The stream went quiet as he waited. After a few rings, a familiar voice came through the speaker.

"Hey, Y/N, you alright? Sorry if I woke you. You’re in Bahrain with Lando, yeah?" Max finally said, his grin growing wider at the thought of absolutely snitching on his best friend.

"Hey, Maxie. No you're good, just in the other room catching up on work. Lando went to bed about an hour ago. Everything okay? Do I need to wake him up?" Y/N sounded concerned.

"Yeah, 'bout that... he’s wide awake, actually—just finished streaming golf with me. Wouldn’t leave my chat."

The pause on the other end was almost too satisfying. Max leaned back, waiting patiently, his smirk never fading. The sound of rustling and soft footsteps had him turning up the volume, bringing his phone closer to the mic. He even covered his mouth, stifling his laughter, determined to catch this golden moment in all its glory.

"bro is cooked" "oh no she's mad" "not max snitching on lando AGAIN"

"You’ve got testing tomorrow, Lan." "Fucking snitch, Max! Grow up!" Lando’s voice barely made it through, muffled. "You said you were going to bed an hour ago," Y/N said, clearly not amused. "Baby, I am in bed," Lando mumbled, his tone defensive. "You were just playing with Max—" "—For one round, my love. I’m in bed now, aren’t I?" "Don’t play me, Norris. Go to sleep, or I’m taking your phone away." “How am I supposed to sleep without you next to me, huh?” Lando’s voice was full of fake desperation, stretching the words out like he was pleading for a lifeline.

“Right, well, now I’m about to throw up,” Max interrupted, cutting through the conversation with his dry humour.

"Fewtrell, you knew better. shouldn't have entertained him when he asked you to play." "yeah that's right! you get him baby" "Didn't I say go to sleep? I'm telling Jon about this tomorrow" "This isn't over Max!" Lando manages to shout before the line cuts.

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Taking her back

Lando, Max, and Y/N had been best friends long before Lando and Y/N started dating, and though Lando loved how well his girlfriend and best mate got along, there were times when his jealousy got the best of him.

"Baby, come on. You've been playing with Max forever!" Lando whined, his voice dripping with playful frustration. Both Y/N and Max paused their game, turning to see Lando dramatically sprawled out in the chair behind them, looking all sorts of pouty.

"Lan, you’ve been glued to your phone for the past two hours," Y/N teased with a laugh. "We’ve asked you to join us, like, a million times"

"That’s different!" Lando huffed. "I need you. Did you not miss me? It’s the first time we’ve seen each other in a week!" He gave them a puppy-dog look, and Y/N couldn’t help but smile at his adorable pout.

"A week’s not that long, mate," Max teased, unable to resist poking fun.

"Shut up, you dickhead. I wasn’t talking to you," Lando snapped back, a grin playing at the corners of his mouth. "You're only saying that because P’s been with you the whole time."

"Y/N is literally 6 feet away from you—" Max shot back, raising an eyebrow.

"—Yeah? And you’re about 6 feet away from getting punched," Lando retorted, his playful threat making everyone laugh.

"You’re so easy to wind up," Max said, shaking his head in amusement, clearly enjoying Lando's reaction.

"Very mature, you two," Y/N spoke up, watching the back-and-forth between Lando and Max with an amused smile.

"Baby, please, can we kick Max out? I need some me and you time," Lando groaned, rolling his chair closer to Y/N, his eyes full of exaggerated desperation.

"Lando, chat asked her to join my stream today," Max protested, raising an eyebrow. "You’re really gonna steal her away from them?"

"They’re stealing her away from me right now," Lando shot back, narrowing his eyes playfully at the camera.

"Alright, you big baby, one more round, then we'll leave Max alone," Y/N chuckled, turning to face Lando and gently running her hand through his hair.

"No. Now," Lando pouted, shamelessly showing just how needy he was, making Y/N laugh as she gave him a soft, teasing look.

"I'm about this close to bleaching my eyes and ears, mate," Max teased, smirking at the chaos unfolding.

"I'm about this close to kicking you out of my flat—" Lando leaned forward, narrowing his eyes at Max.

"—OKAY. Chat, my kids are throwing tantrums now, I think it’s time for me to go," Y/N sighed in defeat, sitting up straight with a playful roll of her eyes. "You two are impossible." She gave both of them an exasperated but affectionate look, knowing she’d have to be the voice of reason.

"boooo! not bob stealing y/n from us" "NOOO don't leave Y/N" "LN being selfish lol" "hes neeeedy"

Max let out a laugh as he read through the chat, clearly enjoying the chaos. "They're booing you, mate—yeah, chat! That's right! He’s stealing Y/N from us!" Max egged them on, his voice full of mischief.

Just as Y/N stood up from her seat, ready to leave, Lando grabbed her arm, pulling her back down onto his lap. He held her firmly by the waist, giving her a quick kiss.

Y/N gently shoved him, standing up again with a soft laugh, trying to hide the flustered look that had crept onto her face from his sudden move. Lando, now sporting a proud smirk, looked straight at the camera. "Gotta take my girl back now, chat," he said with a playful wink. "We’ll see you guys next time."

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Look at my girl

"Did you get the code? I sent it to you on WhatsApp," Lando said, setting his phone down and turning his attention back to his screen as he finished setting up the game.

"Yep, got it. We're using in-game mics, yeah?" Max replied, joining the lobby.

Before Lando could answer, a soft knock echoed through the room. He instinctively pulled off one side of his headphones, swiveling his chair to find Y/N standing by the door.

"I'm heading out now, bub" her voice carried through the mic, chat flooded with messages about how soft Lando’s gaze had just turned.

"Look at you all dressed up—where are you headed, my pretty girl?" Lando smirked, leaning back in his chair, eyes shamelessly trailing over his girlfriend.

A blush crept up Y/N’s cheeks as she shifted on her feet, slightly embarrassed by her boyfriend’s proud declaration. "I’m having lunch with Alex today, remember?"

"You look beautiful, my love," Lando murmured, his grin widening before turning back to his stream. "Chat, doesn’t Y/N look absolutely stunning?"

"Maate, start the bloody game!" Max groaned, dragging out the words in frustration.

Y/N chuckled softly, shaking her head. "Alright, Lan, I gotta go—they're arriving soon."

"Alex is picking you up?" Lando asked, tilting his head as he kept his eyes on her.

Y/N nodded. "Charles offered to drop us off at the restaurant. I'll bring you home food, and I’ll send you the menu when I get there."

Lando’s expression softened. "Have fun, my love. Text me if you need anything."

"Got it. Bye, chat—" Y/N smiled, giving a small wave as she stepped out the door.

"—What?! Hey, hey, no! Come back—baby, my kiss!" Lando whined, nearly pushing himself out of his seat, watching her leave with a dramatic pout.

She let out a playful groan but stepped back into the room, making her way toward Lando.

"Look at her, everyone—stunning," Lando grinned, taking her hand in his. "Alright, bye, gorgeous. Have a great time."

Y/N smirked, holding her hand up to the camera—mimicking the way Lando had covered it on a previous stream—before leaning down to press a soft kiss to his lips.

"Thanks for that, Y/N, really appreciate the modesty," Max's voice rang through Lando's headphones, dripping with sarcasm. "Hope you do that to my eyes next time, yeah?"

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Don't look at my girl

Lando had been on Twitch for a good hour now, casually playing UNO with Max and a few other friends on who were on Discord. It was all easygoing banter, a way to kill time before diving into a more intense Tarkov session.

Y/N walked in not too long after, carefully balancing plates of food in her hands. Without looking up from his screen, Lando muttered a quick, “Thanks, love,” too focused on his cards to even glance her way.

It wasn’t until the chat suddenly exploded with rapid messages that his attention flickered toward the comments. His brows furrowed, eyes scanning the screen.

"hi Y/N" "okay hot mama!" "Y/N you look stunning babe" "can Lando fight?"

“‘Can Lando fight’—chat, what the fuck?” he scoffed, finally turning his head toward his girlfriend.

And then he saw it.

The slightly cropped, low-necklined tank top hugging her in all the right places, a sight he was very much happy to see, just not so happy to share with the rest of the world.

His reaction was instant. “Baby… where’s the rest of your shirt?” Lando whined, reaching out to tug at the hem of her top as if he could magically make it longer.

Y/N only laughed, swatting his hands away. “It’s literally just a tank top, Lando.”

“Yeah, and apparently, it’s starting fights in my chat.” He shot a glare at the screen before narrowing his eyes at her playfully.

As Y/N stood up, completely unaware of the way the camera was angled, she leaned forward slightly to grab something from behind the monitor.

Lando, ever vigilant with his quick reflexes, moved faster than ever, one hand darting out to cover her chest while the other reached for the mouse, ready to slam the stream off if necessary.

“Woah, woah—baby! Careful, please,” he blurted out, eyes wide as he practically shielded her from the world.

Connor’s laughter echoed through the call. “LN’s about to have a heart attack, mate.”

Y/N, finally realizing what had just happened, let out a soft laugh as she sat back down, napkins now in hand. “I was just grabbing these, bub. Calm down.”

Lando let out a dramatic sigh, clutching his chest like he’d just lived through a near-death experience. “Baby, please, I’m begging—could you put on a hoodie or something?” His voice was almost desperate, eyes flicking between her and the chat that was going absolutely feral.

Y/N raised a brow, arms crossing over her chest. “You’re overreacting.”

“Yeah, well, they’re not getting a free show,” Lando huffed, shooting a glare at the screen before rolling his eyes. With one last grumble, he finally turned his attention back to his game, picking up his fork to dig into dinner—all while side-eyeing the chat every few seconds.

Meanwhile, Max was wheezing through his mic. “I swear you just aged five years.”

Connor chuckled. “Bro’s fighting battles no one else can see.”

"still cant believe he was able to pull her" "Y/N leave him be with me" "she looks unreal" "lando better know how to fight"

Lando didn’t say a word, just stood up abruptly and rushed out of the room, leaving his friends confused as his turn in UNO was about to run out.

“Where’s he gone now?” Max muttered, clicking onto Lando’s stream, only to see Y/N sitting there, casually eating and playing in his place.

She simply shrugged, unfazed, taking Lando’s turn for him as she popped another bite of food into her mouth. A few seconds later, Lando reappeared, arms full, determination set on his face.

“Pick.”

“Huh?” Y/N blinked up at him, mid-chew.

“Pick one. Shirt, hoodie, or blanket?” He stood in front of her, dead serious, holding up the options like this was a life-or-death decision.

Y/N let out a soft laugh, shaking her head. “You’re kidding, right?”

“Baby, pick.” Lando repeated, unwavering.

“Lan, it’s really not that—”

Before she could even finish, he had already tossed the clothes onto the floor and made the executive decision himself, unfolding the blanket and draping it over her shoulders. “Right, blanket it is.”

Y/N sat there, wrapped up like a burrito, staring at him in amused disbelief.

Max was howling through the mic. “Mate, she’s looks like she's about to go to bed”

Lando glanced over at her, a proud grin spreading across his face as he admired his work. “There. Better,” he said, his tone smug but warm, clearly pleased with himself for making sure she was all cozy and covered up.

Y/N couldn’t help but laugh at how serious he was about it, “You’re ridiculous, you know that?” she teased, tugging the blanket a little lower, enough to free her hands.

“I’m just making sure you’re comfy,” he replied, his grin only widening. “Don’t want you catching a chill, do I?”

She shook her head, playfully rolling her eyes, but the smile she gave him was all warmth. “You’re something else, Lan.”

Lando only winked, clearly pleased with his efforts. “I try.”

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Rumour has it

It had only been a couple of weeks since Lando and Y/N had last been seen together in public, but the internet had exploded. Breakup rumors, theories about a fallout, and even claims of a “divorce era” started circulating among fans. Of course, Lando and Y/N found it all utterly ridiculous. But why not have a bit of fun with it?

Tonight, Max was streaming, and Lando was, as usual, by his side. The chat was absolutely flooded with questions and speculations, with fans wondering where Y/N had gone, why they hadn’t seen them together lately, and if they were still a couple. Usually, they wouldn't entertain it, but Lando couldn’t help but grin at the chaos as Max glanced at him, his face filled with mischief.

“Mate, you’ve been dodging questions for weeks now. People are asking if you and Y/N are okay. What's going on? Is it true? Are you in the ‘divorce era’ now?” Max teased, his voice full of drama.

Lando leaned back in his chair, groaning. “Oh don't even say her name around me. We're happily separated,” he said with exaggerated seriousness. He watched as the chat went wild, fans speculating whether he was joking or not.

"this is NOT funny im fighting for my life over here" "i honestly cant tell if hes serious pls" "stop asking ab their personal lives guys" "theyre clearly fine, look at him" "oh theyre fine lol"

Max laughed, clearly enjoying it. “Heard it here first chat, there you go”

Lando shrugged dramatically. “Sometimes, I still hear her voice"

Before Max could respond, the door behind Lando opened. Y/N walked in casually, wearing one of Lando’s hoodies, hair up in a messy bun. She stopped when she saw the camera, raising an eyebrow at Lando’s ridiculous grin.

“Hey, guys,” she said, giving the camera a casual wave.

"See! it's like she's still here” Lando pretends to wipe a tear

Max burst into laughter, while Y/N, confused as ever, attempts to read the chat. "Why are you guys talking about me like I've died?"

Lando looked at her with all seriousness. “Baby please. We're broken up remember, gosh keep up will 'ya"

Y/N nods, the expression on her face immediately switching from confused to locked in. "Oh— guys, being in this room right now pains me. I can't even look at him"

Max, lounging back in his chair with a smirk, couldn't help but shake his head. "You two were definitely eating up this breakup rumour stuff, huh?"

Lando and Y/N couldn't help but break, letting out small laughs at the comment. “Oh fuck yeah, we’ve been lying in bed, giggling like idiots, reading threads and watching tiktoks about it,” Lando said, acting like it was the most normal thing in the world.

“We purposely stopped liking each other’s posts and hid from the public" Y/N grinned, “And had so much fun doing it,” she added, sticking her tongue out at the camera.

Max threw his hands up. “You lot deserve an Oscar for this shit”

Lando, still grinning, nodded enthusiastically. “Oh, mate, you’re telling me— I had Carlos knocking at my hotel room at three in the fucking morning after reading some random breakup article online.”

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Not so subtle

It was well past 1 AM, but Lando was still wide awake, glued to his Twitch stream, deep into another round of Tarkov with his friends. The chat was slowly saying their goodnights, viewers logging off one by one—but Lando? He and the guys were more awake than ever, already planning a few more rounds like the night had just begun.

Y/N was not one to stop Lando from enjoying his alone time, but it was getting late. She had just finished yet another episode of her go-to comfort show—but sleep still hadn’t come. With a glance at the clock and a sigh, she finally got up, padding toward the other room. Maybe she could convince Lando to get some rest… or at least come fill the cold, empty space beside her.

“Baby… it’s late, come to bed.”

Y/N’s soft voice barely stood a chance against Lando’s, drowned out by his rapid-fire strategy talk and the sharp bursts of gunfire from his game. He didn’t even flinch, too locked in, too focused.

It wasn’t until she stepped closer, bathed in the soft glow of his monitors, that the chat began to stir, messages flooding in at the sight of her. Only then did Lando pull off one side of his headset, glancing up at her with a lazy smile.

“Hi, gorgeous. Thought you were asleep already,” he murmured, seamlessly giving out directions to his teammates in the same breath.

“Couldn’t sleep… You should come to bed now. It’s late.”

“I know, baby. Just give me ten minutes, alright?”

“Bedtime for little Lando?” Connor teased, earning a chuckle from Max and an eye roll from Lando.

“Shut up, Connor."

Instead of leaving, Y/N plopped down in the free chair beside him, mindlessly scrolling through her phone. She barely noticed how time slipped by—until she glanced at the clock. Fifteen minutes had passed since Lando promised he’d be done.

“Lan, it’s been 15.”

“10 more minutes, baby. Just a little longer,” he mumbled, eyes still glued to the screen.

"he's so stubborn lol" "poor y/n" "listen to ur gf pls lando, im sleepy but i have fomo"

Another 15 minutes passed, and Y/N, now visibly annoyed, let out a sigh. “Lando.” No pet name. Just his name. Max chuckled on the other end.

“Mate, I’d log off now if I were you. Y/N is scary when she’s tired and cranky.”

Lando glanced over, taking in her tired expression. “Baby, go to bed, you look exhausted… I’ll be there soon, okay? C’mere, gimme a kiss.”

Smooth. A clear attempt to buy himself a little more time.

Y/N gave him a blank stare, then simply nodded before standing up. No protest, no further attempts to drag him to bed. Instead, she turned to the stream with a small smile.

“Okay… goodnight, guys. Have fun playing with Lan. Goodnight, baby.”

Lando blinked, a little surprised that his plan actually worked. He grinned up at her, feeling triumphant, until she leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to his cheek, her lips barely brushing his ear as she whispered.

“I was gonna let you have me any way you wanted tonight… your loss.”

His smirk vanished instantly, his head following Y/N's trail, now exiting the room.

"WHAT DID SHE SAY OMG" "look at his face she definitely said something" "bro is cooked lmao" "lando fumbled baaad"

Beyond distracted by what his girlfriend just whispered in his ear, he misses an opponent causing Max to get killed in game earning a battering of complaints

"Gotta log off now guys, goodnight" Lando, without saying a proper goodbye, had managed turn everything off, leaving both the game and his stream in record breaking time.

Max, watching Lando vanish without a word, quickly put the pieces together as the chat exploded with teasing. Realizing he could save his friend from some serious trouble, Max cleared his throat and leaned into the microphone.

“Bet she’s got him in trouble now. He’s probably getting an earful for keeping her waiting.” Max grinned, adding, “Man’s gonna need a serious apology when he gets off. You know how it is—no escaping when she’s upset.”

Even the chat could pick-up how he's working extra hard to save the his best friends from a PR nightmare.

"Max working extra hard tonight" "LN and Y/N got Max sweating bullets lol his face" "Max being the bigger man, respect" "Theyre bout to hear an earful from max too after this"

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Shameless

Chat was going wild. It was a random Friday night, no announcements, yet, somehow, Lando had appeared with his own stream. Even Max, mid-game, was caught off guard when the messages started rolling in, asking him to play with Lando.

Lando, sitting in his chair, still looked like he had just stepped out of the shower, his hair damp, he wore a matching grey sweatsuit and hoodie.

“What’s going on, mate? You’re back early. Thought you two were out for dinner?” Max’s unmistakable voice crackled through the speakers as he joined the group Discord, clearly catching onto the sudden shift in the vibe.

“Aye chat, Max is here! Yeah, mate, we were, but got back home and decided to hop on,” Lando cheered, clearly stoked to hear his friend's voice.

“Loving the enthusiasm, man. You seem happy tonight. You up for some golf?” Max chuckled, amused by the energy radiating off Lando.

“We can play whatever you want, Max. Feeling really lucky tonight,” Lando replied, a grin spreading across his face.

Max raised an eyebrow, eyeing him with a teasing smirk. “You’re worrying me a bit, mate. You sick or somethin’? Bit too happy for my liking.”

Lando just kept dancing and singing along to his music, looking even more upbeat, and Max couldn't help but laugh. “Alright, what’s going on with you, seriously?”

It was as if the universe had perfectly timed it—Y/N walked into the room, completely unaware that her boyfriend had already started his stream. She was wearing nothing but the white long-sleeved button-up shirt he had worn during their date earlier that night, the one fans had captured in photos. Her hair was slightly messy, giving her a carefree, just-rolled-out-of-bed look as she casually walked in.

"Lan, did you see my cleanser by any chance? It’s not in the bathroom." Y/N stood just by the door, just enough to be in frame of Lando’s camera.

As soon as she appeared, the chat went wild, and Max couldn’t help but laugh, not even attempting to rescue them this time. “Hey Y/N, my chat's saying Lando’s shirt looks better on you than it did on him.”

Y/N froze for a few seconds, her face turning bright red before she quickly dashed out of the room, her voice still audible through the mic as she shouted, “Lando Norris, you little shit!”

Lando, in too good of a mood to keep it together, couldn’t help but laugh. “Alright, chat, calm down—we’re all adults here.” He leaned back in his chair, a grin spreading across his face as he wiped away a few tears of laughter.

After a beat, he stood up, still chuckling to himself. “I’ll be back in a minute, guys.”

He left the room, probably heading off to help Y/N find her cleanser, maybe even consoling her after the little reveal. The chat was buzzing with teasing comments, but it was clear Lando wasn’t too worried—he’d be back soon, and the situation was already too funny to be mad about.

"post sex stream is insaaane" "man was glowing, no wonder" "PR team fighting for their life after this" "Landos phone bout to blow up" "meeting being set up as we speak"

Lando returned, a smirk still tugging at his lips as he casually sat back down, as if nothing had happened. “Right, Max, what are we playing tonight?”

Max raised an eyebrow, eyeing his friend with a grin. “Look at him, so smug. Had a great night, didn’t you?”

Lando let out a laugh, shrugging nonchalantly. “Told you, mate, we went and had dinner.” He paused for a second, then winked at the camera, his smirk widening. “Just had to head home early to have some dessert.”

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