writting-stuff-sometimes

[writting-stuff-sometimes]

Play with fire Pt 3- LN4 X Fem reader

Pairing: Lando x Y/n Fewtrell

Warnings: Angst, Smut, fingering, oral fem reseiving, mutual masturbation. (I've marked where the smutty parts begin and end with ----- in case you don't feel comfortable with those, they don't mention anything too relevant to the story.

Notes: This is a long one, but I wanted to finish it in one part.

Thanks for the love.

Part 1 | Part 2

If only your brother knew he was responsible for this happening.

It was almost New Year, your parents had booked a honeymoon kind of trip to Africa, you had plans with Leah to go to Paris, and your brother was going to Greece with his friends. But it all took a turn when Leah fell in love, and Pablo- her boyfriend- asked her to spend the holidays with him and his family in Spain, so now you were alone. Your brother found out about it and felt guilty you were spending the holidays alone, so he asked you to join them.

“Hell nah, nope, you’re not wearing that” said Max as soon as he saw you walk down the stairs in a white see-trough bikini cover-up and one of the bikinis scandalous enough you only wore around your friends, and since this was a friends trip you didn’t see why you couldn’t wear it.

You turned to look around searching for something.

“Dad, is that you?” You kept looking around as the other guys in the living room laughed.

“Stop laughing you idiots! Baby, some help? Please” He turned to his girlfriend searching for backup.

“I think she looks amazing” said your now favorite sister-in-law, winking at you.

“Oh come on, Ria?”

“I wore the same bikini two days ago, just in a different color”

“Oh, fuck you guys” he stood from the sofa and rushed outside cursing under his breath.

“Thanks” you mouthed to both girls.

The rest of the guys turned to look away, you could almost see them blushing, but there were a pair of eyes glued to you. You looked where your brother had been sitting and caught Lando staring at you with a devilish grin. The way his eyes traveled your body flustered you, making your heart beat faster.

You had always thought of Lando as a platonic crush. At around 15-16, you had lost all hope of something happening when he started mimicking Max's attitude, treating you like a little sister and always protective, but at the same time bullying you in a brotherly way.

But for the last couple of years, he had turned into a good friend, you two taking turns to bully Max, talking and messaging about everything and nothing, him asking about school, you sending him encouraging messages after a good race and even deeper after a bad one. It all seemed like regular, friendly interactions until a few months ago when he had been a little too flirty and protective during your brother's birthday party. His arm once or twice going around your waist, holding you a little too close, talking to your ear when it wasn’t necessary, and bullying away any other boys who dared to flirt with you. You always thought it had been the alcohol, but from the way his eyes were stripping you naked right now, you doubted it was just the extra shots of tequila.

"Let's freaking go!" Your bother yelled from the entrance making everybody inside the villa take their stuff and jump into the van that was taking you to the marina.

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Everybody else was enjoying the water as you decided to tan before jumping in.

“I think I should’ve supported your brother against that bikini.” Lando sat on the lounger next to yours at the back of the yacht you had leased for the day.

“Why is that” You turned your head looking at him over your sunglasses. His sight traveled from your naked back all the way down to your asscheeks barely covered by the cheeky bikini bottom. “Lan?”

“It is quite distracting”

“I don’t see how that's an issue” when the fuck had you become such a flirt? And with your brother's best friend?

“Well I do, I don’t particularly like how the rest of the guys are staring at you, I’ve held myself back from punching a couple of them” his voice quite husky, making your core ache.

“Never pictured you as the jealous kind”

“I’m protective of what’s mine”

“Yours?” You lifted yourself a little from the lounger, settling on your forearms, your arms barely covering your tits. The moment he caught a small glimpse of one of your nipples his blood rushed from his cheeks down to his dick, causing an uncomfortable boner inside his swimsuit.

He stretched his arm to caress your face. His finger touched your cheek and you could feel your core beating in need. His finger traveled from your cheek to your neck down to your collarbone.

"Y/n" Pietra's voice startled both of you, Lando quickly sat back trying to cover the raging boner inside his shorts. "Max is looking for you, he's video chatting your parents"

"Seriously? He told on me?"

"Haha, no, your mom called him, they just want to say hello"

"Fine, I'll be right there"

"Ok, hurry" She said looking at Lando with a smile, and walked back inside. Lando helped you tie your bikini top, your skin burning at the feeling of his rough fingers.

"This isn't over" said Lando as you walked inside, making your heart rush.

Even if Max hadn't called them to tell on you, he didn't waste the opportunity and teamed up with your dad, claiming the bathing suit was too inappropriate.

"I'm not discussing my fashion choices, ok? It was nice talking to you guys but I want to swim before we go back. Love you Mom, love you Dad" You sent kisses to the screen and went back outside, jumping into the ocean, hoping it would ease the heat inside you.

A couple of hours later you were on your way back to the villa. Everybody was exhausted, it had been quite a day, this was when everybody got their headphones on to enjoy some "alone" time. And here you were, trapped in the back window seat, Lando by your side. His thigh in contact with yours, you could swear the temperature between you two was hotter than the sun. After a few minutes, he placed his hand on your thigh, making you gasp. You turned to look at the front to see if anybody had heard you, but no one seemed to have noticed. You searched for your brother, who thankfully was at the front dead asleep, his head laid over Pietra's, who was also sleeping, leaning against his shoulder.

When you looked over to your side, you found Lando's eyes on you. His cheeks flushed as his chest moved up and down fast.

He started drawing lazy figures on your skin, making your heart beat faster as your skin pebbled from the contact. He moved upwards slowly and you couldn't help but open your legs slightly. A mischievous grin on his face as he noticed your complicity. He took a finger against his lips, signaling you to keep quiet, then returned to your body. You held a gasp when his finger finally reached your bikini bottoms. The touch was light, barely there but he could feel how warm and wet you were, he bit his lips holding a moan himself.

"You ok with this?" He mouthed. You nodded, too scared any noise coming from you could bring attention to the situation at the back of the van.

"Good, let me know if you want me to stop," he whispered in your ear, leaving a wet kiss under it, making you bite your lip. This was going to be harder than you thought.

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He increased the pressure against your clothed core, making you shiver from the anticipation. You kept biting on your lip a he drew circles around your clit and moved down to your entrance, the pressure just enough for you to feel it over the fabric.

"Lan, please" you whispered.

A devilish smile on his face as he indulged in the way you were trying to hold your moans and how your hips slowly grinded against his hand.

"Feel what you do to me" he took your hand and led it to his crotch. You pressed against his hard bulge. "Fuck" He moaned in a low growl, both of you turned to the front, but everyone seemed to be oblivious to the unholy situation happening at the back.

You both turned to look at each other and smiled nervously.

He returned his attention between your legs as you started to palm his boner over the fabric. As much as you were scared shitless that anyone could turn around and discover you, you had never felt so horny in your life. You loosened the knot from his swim trunks and sneaked your hand inside, the moment your hand touched his warm leaking tip, Lando pushed his head back biting his lip hard. Your soft touch was even better than he could ever imagine. You smiled at his reaction, you had never thought you would be in this situation with him, your brother's best friend.

You softly stroked him as he turned his head down to look at your small hand jacking him off under the fabric. He turned to look at you, and couldn't help to imagine how heavenly your mouth would feel around his cock. You took your hand out as he frowned from the lack of contact, but his eyes darkened when he saw your precum-stained fingers enter your mouth, your tongue savoring it as if it was the most delicious gelato.

"Fuck" he mouthed.

He couldn't waste more time and pulled your bottoms to the side, sneaking a finger between your soaked folds. His dick twitched at the thought of how amazing it would feel to enter your slick pussy. But it was too dangerous to actually fuck, so a couple of fingers had to be enough. You brought your hand to your mouth when two of his fingers entered you, stretching you just enough to feel a slight burn.

He started fingering you as much as the constricted space allowed him to, and even when it wasn't the ideal setup, you could swear this was exactly what heaven felt like. You moved your hand to release his rock-hard cock from his pants and started jacking him off matching his fingers' pace. You stared at each other in complicity, trying to keep a straight face.

It only took a couple of minutes for you to feel the tightest knot ever inside your stomach, you closed your eyes and pushed your head down trying so hard to hold every little sound that tried to leave your mouth. The sight of you cuming just from his fingers sent Lando over the edge too, with the little consciousness he had left in his mind, he pulled his shirt to cover your hand and his dick, avoiding his cum to fall all over the seat.

As you tried to recover from the amazing orgasm and before the post-orgasm clarity washed over you you took your cum stained hand and licked it clean as he did the same with his soaked fingers.

"Finally," Aarav said as the van parked in front of the Airbnb door. "Dibs on the shower!"

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You and Lando tried fixing yourselves quickly before anyone noticed your flustered appearance.

"Hell no mate, I called dibs on it before we left the yacht" Niiran rushed behind him inside the house.

Before everybody was out of the van you started to feel shame wash over you, what the fuck had you done?

You were the lasts to step out, Lando turned to help you down but you took your stuff and rushed to your room ignoring him, what the fuck had you done?!

You slamed shut the door and threw yourself in your bed, trying to make sense of what had happened, how the fuck did you end up jacking off Lando? The taste of his cum was still in your mouth as you tried to understand the last hours of your life. Your mind switching between a thousand thoughts a second to complete emptiness and panic.

You had lost track of time when a knock on your door startled you.

"Y/n? Are you there?" Ria's voice calmed your racing heart.

"Yes, coming" You stood up and opened the door.

"Hi- wait, you're not coming with us tonight?" Ria said, looking at you still in your bathing suit. You had completely forgotten about the nightclub plan for that night.

"No, sorry"

"Please tell me it's not because of your brother! You should not listen to Mr. I only wear jeans and quadrant merch"

You finally laughed a little.

"No, it's not because of him, today drained me out, that's all"

"Are you sure?"

"Yes, totally"

"Ok"

"But you're not here because of that" You said with a faint smile trying to convince her you were fine.

"Nope, but now I feel bad asking"

"Tell me"

"Can I borrow your black Prada bag? I didn't bring anything to match tonight's dress"

"Sure! Come on in" You tried to use Ria as a distraction from the madness inside your head.

"Are you sure you're ok?" She asked before stepping out of the room.

"Yes, Ria, I'm perfect"

"Ok, we will miss you tonight" She hugged you tight.

"Have fun"

Before leaving for the club, your brother stopped by your room to check that you were ok. Ria had told him you were staying and missing a nightclub was a strange thing from you.

"Max, for the hundredth time, I'm fine, I'm just tired, and I want to save energy for the New Year's celebration." You walked to the door to open it and let your brother out of your room.

"Fine, but if anything comes up call me and I'll be right back, ok?"

"Yes"

"Fine, love you, sis"

"Love you." You hugged him and returned to your bed, melting into the anxiety.

When you heard the front door close, and silence filled the house your eyes started watering again. Your head was a mess; images of that afternoon mixing with memories from years ago, you and Lando messing around. Was this over?

Somewhere inside you felt like he should have stopped by and talked to you, asked if you were ok, like Ria and your brother had done. Maybe he regretted the situation too, maybe he hated what had happened, maybe he hated you too. Was it your fault? It couldn't be; it wasn't you who had started it all, was it? He had started with the flirting, and you didn't stop him. Was it your fault your friendship was now ruined? Was the friendship ruined?

A panic attack was approaching, and it seemed like a good time to shower, hoping it would help wash away some of the regret.

The cold water felt like a soothing breeze to your burnt skin and soul. A short break from the pain.

You threw yourself back on your bed, an oversized shirt the only piece that didn't feel asphyxiating. You scrolled through social media for some distraction, but all you got was fashion, F1, and Lando Norris. You couldn't blame the algorithm; you had built it brick by brick. You turned off your phone, wishing to fall asleep soon.

You spent an hour, or was it two?, rolling on your bed, the bed sheets too uncomfortable, and the AC's slight buzz driving you crazy.

"Ugh, fuck it!" You stood up and walked down to the kitchen. Maybe a glass of wine or two would numb you into sleep.

As you struggled with the stubborn cork, the sound of the front door opening froze you. You looked at the oven clock: 1:12 am. It was too early for the guys to be back, and whoever had opened the door was not as loud as a group of 7 would be.

You thought about turning off the light and hiding, but the sound of steps approaching the kitchen told you it was too late. You had seen enough true crime documentaries to know you were screwed. A tennis shoe was barely visible through the corner of the wall leading to the kitchen when the loudest scream left your body.

"It's me!" Lando said as he raised his hands in surrender.

"Fuck, Lando!" You said, on the verge of crying.

"I'm sorry. I didn't expect you to be here so late- Wait..." He pointed at your left hand; you were holding a wine glass towards him. "You were going to toast me to death?"

"Shut up, I was scared." You turned to leave the wine glass on the counter before your shaky hands dropped it.

"Remind me we need to work on your survival skills."

"What are you doing here?" You hid your blushing cheeks by leaning on the counter and looking down at it.

"I... I need to talk to you."

Your heart stopped; his voice had turned serious.

"Y/N?"

"Hmm hmm." You humed.

"Please look at me." You heard him walk towards you and instinctively took two steps away. He stopped, and you could hear him sigh, your eyes still locked in the granite material from the counter.

"Fuck, I'm so sorry" He leaned agains the kitchen island and stared down at his feet. "I fucked up"

His words felt like daggers. You knew he regretted the situation, but hearing him say it broke your heart; for a moment, you thought something could happen between you.

"Lando." Your voice was so low he couldn't hear. You were going to ask him to stop and forget everything, but your voice was gone.

"Y/N, please tell me you forgive me. I don't want to lose you. I know I fucked up, but I couldn't help myself. I've never felt like this about anyone, and I know this isn't ok. How I feel about you is not ok. You're Max's sister; you're almost like my sister, but I can't help it. I couldn't help it, and I'm just a man. Like I don't want you to think that this was just because I was horny, the way you looked today was mega, but I do love you, which I don't think makes this situation better, I mean, if anything it makes it worse, me having such strong feelings towards you is just wrong, How can I explain that I fell in love with my mate's sister? It's just idiotic."

You stood there frozen, your hands holding tight to the counter. For a moment, you tried to focus all your attention on the cold feeling under your hands, worried you were hallucinating. Maybe you had fallen asleep and you were dreaming.

"This is the moment you say something... anything, tell me to fuck off or something, but just say something, please."

You took a couple of deep breaths and turned to finally face him. The way he looked didn't help at all. The half-open white shirt, the baggy jeans, the curls falling over his eyes, the mustache you had mocked so many times, looking so appealing.

Something in his eyes told you he was as lost as you were, your feelings matching perfectly. You started into his eyes. Those green, beautiful eyes, filled with love, backed up everything he had said.

You started walking towards him, your eyes locked with his.

When you reached him, your hand stretched toward his chest, and you firmly pushed him back until he stumbled with one of the kitchen island stools.

"Sit" you whispered. He did, his eyes never leaving yours. You could see he was trying hard to decipher your actions.

Your hands dropped to his knees, pushing them apart, and you placed yourself between them. His breath hitched as his heart raced faster than his F1 car.

You bit your lip, giving one last thought to what you were about to do.

Lando's eyes traveled down to your lips and then back to your eyes.

Your hands moved from his knees up his thighs. You heard him hold his breath as they passed over his hips and up his stomach towards his chest. You kept one hand over his beating heart as the other went further up to caress his cheek.

You smiled at him, and after a second of confusion, he smiled back.

"Fuck this" You whispered and pulled him to join your lips.

His arms instantly went around your body, holding you tight against him; it was as if he feared you would disappear.

The kiss was magical, something both of you had longed for so long.

You broke the kiss in desperate need of air. You smiled, both your lips plumped from the heavy makeout.

"Does this mean you don't hate me?" He whispered.

"Not sure just yet." You joked.

"You're mean" he said pulling you against him, both his hands indulging on the feeling of your covered ass under them.

"The bullying won't stop just because I love you," You said with a cheeky smile.

"You love me?" He asked in a serious tone.

"The jury is still debating on that one."

"They better hurry." He said with a smile as he held your neck and pulled you to kiss again. He had tasted your lips and now desperately needed more.

He pushed you back without breaking the kiss, got off the stool, turned around, and pulled you to sit over the kitchen island. You gasped at the feeling of the cold surface touching your warm, bare thighs. His hands started their journey from your calves, up your thighs, sneaking under the hem of the oversized t-shirt. He grunted at the feeling of your bare skin under the cotton fabric.

He broke the kiss to stare into your eyes, fire consuming both of you.

"I fucking love you so much" He whispered against your lips.

"I love you too," You whispered back. You threw your arms around his neck and pulled him in for a hug.

His hands went around your waist as he buried his face in the crook of your neck, your shirt riding up your body, exposing your bottom part. He inhaled your shampoo scent, a mix of coconut and vanilla; it was intoxicating.

He pulled back a little, and his eyes traveled down to where your body had been left exposed.

"You really want this? I love you, and I don't want to do anything you don't want to. I don't want to rush you in any way. But just know, if we keep going, I don't think I will be able to stop. I need you so bad."

"Lando, I want you more than anything I've ever wanted in my life."

You could see those green-loving eyes turning dark. A wicked smile took over the lovely, curly-haired guy's face.

He attacked your mouth again and then traveled down your neck, gently pushing you to lay over the kitchen island. His hands indulged in the warm feeling of your soft thighs as he got your knees apart.

The moment you felt his warm breath hit your hot core, you propped on your elbows.

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"I love you," he said, looking into your eyes and slowly approaching your apex, leaving small love bites on your thighs. The first contact of his tongue was mindblowing, and it kept getting better. You tried holding on to something; you needed to ground yourself before you lost your mind, but only his curls were in hand. You pulled on them hard, making him moan, and he increased the pressure of his mouth.

Your first loud moan echoed through the house, making you aware of exactly where you were.

"Lando, wait!" You pulled his head from between your legs, you cursed at yourself a little, you needed him so bad, but you had become aware of how exposed you were.

"What?" His glistening lips caught you off guard. Just when you thought he couldn't look any hotter, there he was, messy hair and his face covered with your juices.

"We eat here."

"What do you think I'm doing?" he answered with a shit eating grin.

"You know what I mean, Norris."

"Ugh, fine, I'll have it for takeout" he rolled his eyes and leaned down to take your legs and pulled you over his shoulder, your shirt riding up, your ass was on full display.

"Lando, wait!" you tried to pull the shirt back but he slapped your ass.

"Shush! I would like to have my dinner in peace, please." He walked to his room and laid you down gently on the mattress. He stopped at the foot of the bed, staring at your figure. Finally, he had you there. He had dreamed about this for so long; he was afraid this was just another one of those dreams.

"Do you really want to do this?" He asked, the playful tone gone. You knew this was as nerve-racking for him as it was for you.

"Yes, I want this. I want you," You answered, matching his tone. To back up your statement, you opened your legs, letting him enjoy the view of your exposed needy core.

"Are you waiting for a written invitation?" You spoke when he remained in the same place.

"So sassy," he said, taking off his clothes. You almost choked when looking at his hard boner. You had seen it before, but now that he was standing up, it seemed even more impressive.

He climbed between your legs, making sure not to lay all his body weight over you.

"I love sassy" He whispered and attacked your lips again.

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The way he kissed, bit, and touched your body was out of this world. You couldn't exactly say you had a lot of experience. You have had your fair share of sexual encounters; some had been good, and some others were completely forgettable, but with Lando, it felt different. There was something about knowing him for so long that you could speak without using words. You always dreaded the corny movies where the first time people had sex seemed magical and like a fairytale, but the first time he entered you felt like that, it was a strange feeling. You knew it was impossible, but if you could live like that until your last day, you would; having him inside felt incredibly right. He knew how to read your body and your expressions, when to slow down, and when to go harder. And thank god he knew the difference between harder and faster.

The moment you reached your second climax of the night, you were sure the neighbors were calling the police, there was no way they hadn't heard you scream out of your mind, but then the loud moan Lando let out when he came was equally as loud, probably letting them know you weren't in danger it was just two people having some adult fun.

You had never enjoyed the post-sex cuddling part; all the times you had done, it was at a place where you weren't supposed to be spending the night, a friend's house, some dude's car, or your own house where parents or Max were coming back in the morning, leading to you or your companion to part ways before sunrise. So, being able to experience the first actual night with Lando made things even more special. You tried to stay awake as much as possible, softly caressing his beautiful features, tracing over every single mark on his skin, but after two long, incredible orgasms, you were out and eventually fell asleep.

The feeling of rough but gentle fingers caressing your shoulder and neck woke you up, your back pressed against Lando's bare chest. You knew you eventually had to leave the bed and return to your room before anyone noticed you weren't there, but it felt too good to move. Your pebbling skin let him know you were awake, and like you, he was aware that you had to leave soon, but he was willing to deal with any demon your brother might turn to just to have a couple more minutes with you like that. You turned slowly, looking at him, and without a word pressed your lips against his; the kiss was soft yet hungry.

"You gotta be fucking kidding me, mate" Your brother's voice echoed loudly all over the top floor.

You turned to look straight at the door, scared, but it was still closed. You let out a relaxed sigh, but fuck, you were not in your room what if Max had gone to look for you.

"That was your brother," Lando spoke, too loud for comfort.

"Shhh." You covered his mouth, trying to discover if his voice was coming from your room.

"Nah, mate, how the fuck did that happen, are you kidding me?"

"X-ray vision doesn't run in your family, right?" Lando tried to joke the nerves away.

"Not that I know of."

"Fuck's sake" you heard Max's voice get further and heard him step down to the first floor.

"This is our chance. You leave first, distract him, and I'll get out later." You stood up, picking up your shirt.

"I think you should go first," He said as he stayed in bed

"Not a good time to be a gentleman, Lando"

"Oh, it's not a gentleman thing. It's a... well, a male issue." He looked down at his lap, and you followed. An impressive tent between his legs; you could trace the figure under the white sheet, and it made your core beat in need, but there was no time for that, not when your brother was screaming like that.

"Don't look at me like that. It's all your fault."

"How is that my fault?" you whispered-shout.

"For looking that hot and being so beautiful." You blushed at his words, but a door slaming shut reminded you of the current situation.

You rushed to him on the bed and laid a hurried kiss on his lips.

"Meet you down there."

"Ok, baby." Hearing him calling you baby made your knees buckle.

You rushed to the door and carefully opened it to make sure no one was around. Thankfully, your room was just a couple of steps down the hall from Lando's, so when no one was around, you rushed to it. You got some underwear and pajamas on and walked down to the living room. There, you found your brother on his phone, passing around angrily, Pietra sitting on one of the sofas and Aarav sitting on the one across from her.

"What happened?" You whispered to your sister in law, sitting next to her.

"Someone rear-ended the McLaren."

"What?"

"Yes, and the garage has no idea who did it because of some issue with the cameras."

"Oh, shit" You felt bad. You knew your brother was heartbroken; it wasn't the fact that it was a McLaren; it was the fact that Lando had gifted him that car on his last birthday, and it had been the first McLaren Lando had bought with his F1 money. That car was special.

You sat in silence as your brother kept passing around. A couple of minutes later, Lando walked down. You stared at each other, a knowing smile on both of your faces. He sat next to you, asking in a low voice what had happened. You and Pietra filled him in.

You looked at each other, a silent agreement not to say a word about your situation.

He took his phone and started tapping around.

"Ugh, fuck!" Max hung up the phone and threw it to the closest couch. "Mate, I'm so sorry, someone rear-ended the McLaren"

"How bad is it?"

"The whole back on the right side is messed up." Max sat next to Pietra, the blond girl pulling him into a hug. "I'm sorry, mate."

"Don't worry about it; it wasn't your fault."

"Yeah, mate, but you've had it for years, and it was good, but just a couple of months with me, and I've destroyed it." Hearing your brother so sad made your heart ache.

"It wasn't your fault, and actually I've sent an email to the MTC, they'll fix it, don't worry about it. It will be as good as new."

"You don't have to do that."

"Don't worry about it." You turned to look at Lando; you could just jump onto him and kiss him, but instead, you discretely took his hand laying next to your thigh and gave it a thankful squeeze, and he squeezed it back.

Max had woken everyone up, and since the situation had put everyone on high alert, you decided it was time for breakfast. You and Aarav started cooking. Who would've thought Aarav had turned into such a good chef? After a couple of quadrant cooking videos, he discovered a hidden passion for cooking, and the rest of the team was willing to take advantage of it, making him cook as much as possible.

You all had breakfast, trying to stay as far away as possible from the McLaren topic.

"Can we please skip the beach today and stay by the pool?" Ria begged, laying on the sofa with a Stanley filled with electrolytes.

"I second that." You spoke, sitting on the carpet next to her.

"How do you look worse than us if you skipped last night's club?" Your brother said, walking towards the other end of the living room to the sliding door leading to the backyard, where a fresh pool was calling your name.

"Thanks, brother, I love you too," You bit back quickly, trying to hide the mild heart attack his statement had caused.

"Not nice, love," Pietra scolded your brother.

"I'm just saying, she's younger and had a full night of sleep. She shouldn't look like she was at a rave last night."

"Ok, enough, c'mon, let's all go get our bathing suits. I'm with Ria on this one, too." Pietra took your brother's hand and pulled him up the stairs.

Lando stared at them with an odd look on his face.

"Chop-chop, guys." The blond girl clapped, and everyone walked up to get ready.

"Do you think she knows?" Lando sat on the lounger next to you.

"I don't know," you spoke, keeping your eyes on your book, both of you trying to pretend you were just sitting there, your lips barely moving when you talked.

"Do you think she will tell him?"

"I hope not. This doesn't seem like a good moment to do it"

"I agree." He finally turned to look at you, and you turned to look at him.

God, he looked so good, his curls wet and a couple of drops traveling down his chest.

"You're staring," He said, turning back at the pool to make sure no one was up to you.

"It's your fault for looking that hot and being so beautiful." He rolled his eyes at you copying his phrase from that morning.

"Oi, Lando, 2 vs 2?" Niiran yelled from the pool.

"Sure" he stood up from the lounger and cannonballed inside the pool, splashing you.

"Rude!" you yelled at him without being able to hold back the big smile on your face.

And that's how it ran for the last couple of days. You and Lando sneaking in and out of each other's rooms every night. Touching and kissing whenever you were out of sight. Silent sex had been the hardest with how good Lando made you feel, but you managed to keep everyone in the dark about you.

Finally, New Year's came. You both were looking forward to the celebration but dreaded the date at the same time since it meant there were only two more days left of the vacation, only 2 more days of you two together 24/7.

"I don't think I will be able to keep my hands to myself with you looking like that," Lando said to your ear when he caught you walking out of your room, his hands around your waist as you rested your head on his chest.

"I don't think we can come clean yet," you said, tracing the veins from his forearms with your fingers.

"I know." He sighed, burying his face on your neck, indulging in your perfume's sweet and citric scent.

A door opening made you jump, and you stepped away, pretending you were chatting.

"Hey guys, are you ready?" Steve walked out of his room, trying to roll up his sleeves.

"Sure, let's go" Lando walked past you but sneaked a soft slap to your ass as he walked towards his friend who still struggled with the stuborn material.

You rode to the restaurant for New Year's dinner. Lando sat beside you; you were nervous this would raise suspicions, but everyone seemed so excited for the night that they didn't notice, not even when your cheeks flushed as he sneaked his hand under your dress and started caressing your thigh. You were relieved but also frustrated when his hand remained there for the rest of the dinner. Just his thumb drawing circles every once in a while, sending shivers down your spine.

After dinner, you reached the nightclub; it was one of Mikono's clubs with a private beach. The music and drinks were amazing, and you all were having the time of your life.

"Meet me down at the beach in 5," Lando said to your ear as he gave a soft squeeze to your hip.

"But, count down..." You were going to protest, but when you turned around, he was gone.

You looked at your clock; it was 11:20. Maybe he just wanted to have a quick makeout session before the new year.

"I'm going to the toilet," You yelled to Ria and Pietra.

"Want me to go with you?" Ria offered.

"No, it's ok, I'll be right back." You winked at the girls and walked toward the toilets. When you were out of sight, you changed paths and walked down some stairs that led to the beach.

"Miss Fewtrell?" One of the waiters intercepted you.

"Yes"

"Follow me." He walked you towards a secluded part of the beach. As you approached, there were some candles and tons of white roses.

"That way." The waiter signaled a lighted path where Lando was waiting next to a small table with a bottle of champagne and two glasses.

You approached him slowly, not sure of what was happening.

"It's not what you think," He said, holding back a smile.

"You have to admit it does look like it," You answered, breathing deeply to calm your rushing heart. Not that you didn't want to, but marrying Lando was still further down the line.

"I know, but I just wanted to do things properly, and when the club told me they had this available, I took it just to see your reaction."

"You're an idiot," you nervously laughed.

He took your hand and pulled you next to the little table. You nervously turned back to look at the path you had walked in. The music was loud, and you were afraid someone could see you.

"It's ok, nobody can see us here. When I called to arrange this, they told me all sorts of 'activities' were allowed because of the level of privacy". His crooked smile told you exactly what he meant.

"You know we're not doing it here on the floor, right? Plus, in no time, they will be searching for us."

"I know, I know. But it sounded like a great idea."

"You're crazy." You smiled and threw your arms around his neck, pulling him in for a kiss.

"Don't start something you're not planning to finish, you muppet."

"Ugh, fine."

He smiled against your lips and gave small pecks.

"Baby, listen. We don't have much time, but I want to do things right. I don't want you to think this is just some rushed decision. I love you; I've loved you for as long as I can remember. And after that first 'approach', the heartache I felt by just thinking I had lost you made me realize how much I need you in my life. So, y/n Fewtrell, will you give me the honor of being my girlfriend?"

"Of course." You said between soft sobs trying to hold back tears. You had thought about torturing him for a little bit, but his words had caught you off guard; you didn't expect such beautiful words to come from him. Not that he wasn't nice, but romance had never been his forte.

"12, 11, 10, 9..." the countdown started. Lando took the champagne glasses, handing you one

"Happy New Year!!" You heard everyone shout.

He pulled you in for a kiss. Making this the best New Year's celebration ever.

"Happy New Year, baby," He said, clinking your glasses.

"Happy New Year, love." The word shooting sparks all over his body.

You spend a couple more minutes in that little piece of heaven when your phone buzzed.

Ria Y/n, all good?

"It's Ria. We need to go back."

"Do you thin-"

"Not yet, he just got over the car problem. If we drop this on him now, he might lose his mind."

"You're right." But as soon as we can, we're coming clean about this, ok?"

"Of course." You pulled him in for a kiss, and both walked back to the top part of the club. Right before you stepped back inside, he pulled you hard against him.

"I love you," He said and kissed you hard.

"I love you" you said back and gave one last peck as you took separate paths back to your table.

"Where were you?" Ria asked when you rejoined the group. Lando was already there, drink in hand. "Oh my god, did you make out with someone?" Her voice was loud, thanks to the amount of drinks in her.

"What?!" You and your brother asked at the same time.

"Your lipstick, it's smudged over here." She handed you a napkin, and you cleaned the bottom lip. "Who was it?" the question made your heart rush.

"Nobody, I mean, I don't know him. The guy just surprised me."

"WHO WAS IT? I will teach him a lesson or two about consent." Your brother left his drink on the table and was about to walk away, but you and Pietra held on to him.

"Calm down, avenger." You rolled your eyes at your brother's reaction.

"Yeah, mate. Plus, it looks like she had a good time," Lando said with a shit-eating grin.

"Meh, he seemed desperate, that's why I let him do it," You bit back, a challenging look on your face.

"Was he cute? Where is he?" Ria looked behind you, trying to find the mysterious guy.

"He was ok, nothing extraordinary." You kept your sight on Lando, and he narrowed his eyes.

"Yoooo, who's ready for another round?!" Steve approached the table with a tray filled with shots.

The party ran until the first rays of light started to paint the sea. You all went to a public beach to enjoy the last two bottles of champagne.

You were sitting on the sad, Ria holding your hand while her head lay on your shoulder as you two enjoyed the sunrise. She had become your best friend in the group. Being the only two girls when it all started tied you.

Lando sat by your side, escaping the group of drunk guys playing, or at least trying, to play football on the beach. His body pressed to yours as his hand took your free hand in his. You turned to look at him, a big smile on your face.

"I love you," he mouthed.

"I love you" you mouthed back

You lay your head on his shoulder, confident that if anyone would see you, they would only see a group of drunken friends, enjoying the last couple of moments of the New Year's party.

You went back to the villa and stalled in the kitchen, waiting for everyone to go to their rooms so you could sneak into Lando's room. The perfect ending to a perfect day.

The hangover the next morning was god awful. Everyone was unable to stand the sun or each other's voices, so you all spent the day locked in your rooms. Which worked out perfectly for you and Lando, no hiding, no sneaking, just you two in bed, enjoying each other's company.

The last day was a bitter one. You wanted to say a proper goodbye since he was flying straight to Barcelona for some pre-testing, and you were flying back home with the rest of the group. But it was impossible, all sorts of things were making you late to the airport, and no privacy, only allowing you to say goodbye with a tight hug and a silent promise to come clean so you wouldn't need to hide anymore.

But the moment never seemed to be right, whenever you tried to talk to your brother, something always came up, a problem with Quadrant, a fight with Pietra, some issue with your parents. It felt like life was against you and Lando to finally come out.

Until now. Maybe you had pulled the band too much, and since you weren't willing to understand, life ripped the band-aid off at once.

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You tried to find the words, your brother was stubborn as fuck and it wasn't going to be easy trying to explain this to him.

"Max, listen, we didn't expect this either, like it just happened, I'm not-"

"Sure, it just happened, for... I don't even know how long, how long has this been going?"

You turned to look at Lando.

"How long?" He asked again.

"Since New Year's"

"Since New... you were fucking in greece?! with everyone around?!"

"We're not fucking!" You yelled at him, it really bothered you, he was still talking about hits like just a boothycall.

"Listen, Max" Lando spoke, his voice the only one still in a reasonable volume and tone. "Do you remember our last conversation in Abu Dhabi?"

"What does that have to do with this?"

"How we talked about special people in our lives, how sometimes you can feel like nothing makes sense, like you're going nowhere, but suddenly, someone appears, someone with the right words, the right feel, someone that in a weird, magical way makes everything fall into place?"

You could see your brother's face change; you had to remember this and use it to bully him at a less inappropriate time. You never thought your brother could be so soft and romantic. But it seemed to work. His face softened.

"I told you I had no fucking idea what you meant, and I realized it was because I had it with me already. Y/n has been grounding me and giving me that level of comfort since we met, that's why I had no idea what you meant. I wasn't aware of it until I came close to losing her, and I realized why I didn't understand what you meant about it finding you, she had found me a long time ago, I just didn't know".

Lando turned to look at you and moved to sit next to you. You got nervous when his hand stretched out to touch your face. It seemed like his words had calmed your brother, and you were anxious that his approaching you would ruin everything. The moment his finger touched your skin, you realized you were crying. He cleaned your tears with his finger and held your hand in his. You turned to look at your brother, his expression still uncomfortable, but calmer than the one he had had a couple of minutes ago.

"I'm still not fully ok with this, I think it's still sick. But you will be the one telling our parents about this. You have a week or I will tell them, and I won't be nice about it."

"I will call them tomorrow."

"And if you break her heart or make her cry...again. Your career is done because there will be no more Lando Norris in this world, deal?"

"Deal"

"I need a drink." Your brother walked to Lando's kitchen.

"Do you think that orgasm tears count like crying, because I don't think I will be alive for a long time if those count"? Lando whispered in your ear.

"Too soon for those jokes, Norris."

"I suggest you keep those jokes to yourself," Pietra added. "You're bad at whispering, Lando," the blond girl said, standing up to join her boyfriend in the kitchen.

After a few hours, you were all sitting at the dining table. Peace had been restored, sort of. Your brother sat between you and Lando, pretty immature, but if it made him feel better about it, you would let it pass.

"Oh, come on baby, you can't tell me you never suspected it, it was right there all the time" P looked at your brother amused.

"What do you mean?"

"They were always looking at each other with lovey dovey eyes, the excessive inncesesary touching, Lando was never as careful with any other girls, the twitch streams, it was so evident."

"What? Twitch streams?"

"Who do you think was Bobcat?"

"You were BobCat?" Your brother turned to look at you.

"In the flesh, you're welcome btw, I spend a lot on those streams"

"Why BobCat? That's a terrible name."

"What's Lando's nickname?" Pietra said

"Bob"

"Exactly, BobCat." Your brother stared at his girlfriend, still confused. "Think Puss in Boots"

"Cat, Puss- You're nasty. Our parents didn't raise you like that."

You all laughed and could feel the tension wash away.

"Oh, what was all that about losing her?" Your brother turned to stare at Lando.

"We can talk about that at another time," Lando answered still unsure on how to let him know he had fingered fuck you in a van full of people and that had caused a panic attack on both of you thinking you had screwed your friendship.

"Should I start digging a grave?"

"No, just we'll tell you at another time, ok? Trust me,"You took your brother's hand, and he silently agreed.

Your parent weren't probably going to be as amused with the news, as much as they loved Lando, they always expected you to marry some doctor, lawyer, or in general someone who didn't travel around the world risking his life every weekend. But that was a problem for tomorrow. Now you would just enjoy having your boyfriend and your brother in the same room without having to hide.

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Or you just told us to do it...- Lando x F reader

Summary: Y/N is the McLaren community manager. Lando leaves a comment on the latest Mclaren post, y/n is not happy about it.

Warnings: Slightly suggestive

Word Count: 1.2 K

Notes: My romance book delulu mind instantly thought of something when reading Lando's response. I'm working on the Play with fire part 3 but it will be a long one

Your job as a McLaren CM was awesome, as it was stressful. You had two young drivers and complete freedom from the managers to do all sorts of trends. And you would if you weren't dealing with a PR nightmare and a black cat.

As much fun as it was when the two of them were in the mood to record stuff, sometimes it could be a torturous nightmare if one was in a funky mood or couldn't deal with pr at that moment.

But after the last race and all the comments on the most recent McLaren post about Oscar deserving more support and Lando being a spoiled diva, plus all sorts of posts on social media about the two of them doing an eventual Hamilton vs Rosberg. The heads of coms had requested to do as much damage control as possible. So the moment you walked in the garage and saw a tyre trolly laying around, you got an idea.

You sent the drivers a text requesting their presence at the garage entrance.

Both drivers knew why you wanted them, so they stalled as much a possible, making you wait over 45 minutes.

"Hey, sorry for the delay." Oscar said with his classic half smile

"Yeah, sorry for the delay. We didn't really want to come." Lando spoke both their minds. Oscar just turned towards him with a look of disapproval but held back a smile.

"I'm just doing my job, guys." You lifted your hands in defeat.

"So, what dance are we doing today?" Lando walked and took your phone from your hand.

"No dance today." You said, yanking the phone back and trying to hide your blushing cheeks. "This will be super simple. You'll push each other on this trolley." They both stared at you, not a single emotion on their faces.

"You're serious?" Oscar wasn't usually so critical, and it almost made you doubt your idea, but you were certain this would please the fans.

"C'mon you guys, this will be gold. It's fast, easy, and the fans will love it."

"You've become so good at describing Lando" Oscar said and then laughed silently as he inspected said trolley.

"I ain't that easy," Lando tried to defend himself

"Or lovable," you replied softly, looking down at your phone.

"Hey, I heard that." Lando turned to look at you, offended.

"Anyways, please, help me with this, and I won't bother you for the rest of the day."

"Promise?" Oscar asked.

"Promise" You answered, crossing your fingers in front of your heart.

"Fine, c'mon Lando, before she comes up with another weird trend."

Both drivers did their best to look entertained, and as much as they hated your idea initially, they ended up having a good 20-minute play date with the trolley, giving you enough material for the day.

After they were gone, you posted the video to Instagram, and like you imagined, it got tons of reactions right away.

At lunch, you checked your phone again, reading through the comments and smiling at your success. Most of them were positive and praised how fun both drivers looked; a couple of mean ones remained, but this was normal. Then a blue check mark caught your eye.

lando "Or you just told us to do it..."

"I'm going to kill him," You said out loud.

"Lando?" Mike, the engineer eating beside you, turned to look at you, amused.

"Who else?"

"You two are like an old married couple." Mike said as he took his coffee and walked towards the exit. "Don't hurt him much; we need him for quali" Mike shouted back as you took your stuff from the table and stormed towards his driver's room. If you weren't so angry, you would've been worried about people thinking about you and Lando as a married couple.

You knocked a couple of times, but there was no answer, then opened the door to find an empty room. You weren't about to search for him around the entire track and make a scene out there. He had to eventually come back, so you decided to sit there and wait, reading the comment whenever you felt the anger was easing down.

Finally, after an hour and a half, you heard his distinctive laugh approaching.

When he opened the door, his eyes went from amused to worried in two seconds, your expression far from friendly.

"Jon, can you give us a sec?" Lando asked his trainer without taking his eyes off you, as if you were an animal about to attack their prey.

"Told you it was a bad idea." Said the trainer before stepping out and closing the door behind him.

Lando walked towards you, but you stretched out your arm, your hand on his chest, making him stop at arm's length.

"Are you trying to get me fired?" You asked, staring right into his soul.

"I was just messing with you."

"No, Lando. You're messing with my job."

"C'mon, it was just a comment." He pushed your arm to the side and walked to hug you tight against his chest. Your arms stuck to your sides, not wanting to fall for his sweet cologne or warmth.

"No, it wasn't. I got specific instructions from coms! We needed this to ease the shit going around"

"People will always say shit" He spoke against your head, his tone slightly tinted with sadness. Social media hasn't been the same for him, at least for the last couple of seasons. The moment you felt his sadness, you couldn't hold back and placed one arm around his waist; he wasn't fully forgiven yet.

Your phone rang in your free hand.

"Ugh" you pushed yourself away, just enough to lift your arm and read the message.

Steve Hello, can you stop by my office in ten?

"He's going to fire me." You let your head fall back and sighed.

"I'm sorry," his voice filled with honesty. "I didn't think."

"Sounds like your MO."

"Hey, unnecessary rudeness."

He hugged you tight again, giving a kiss to your exposed neck.

"If you forgive me, I will let you film me later in our room; I bet the fans would love that," he whispered in your ear. As much as the comment had you blushing and feeling warmer than the scorching sun outside, you had an uncomfortable meeting with your boss to think about.

"If you want to get me fired, just say so. I will sign my resignation right now."

"Fine, we can tape that, and I will let you keep it for personal use."

"You're unbelievable."

Your phone rang again.

Steve Sorry, something just came up. See you in an hour.

"Excellent, extend the torture" you sighed loudly again.

"I'm really sorry" Lando spoke against your neck, giving you goosebumps. "How about I make it up to you?"

You stared at him, eyebrow raised and a serious look on your face.

"I don't have to be out there for another 40 minutes; we can have some nonsocial media-approved fun." He started laying open-mouth kisses to your neck as he took the hem of your shirt and pulled it up.

"And what are we doing for the other 35 minutes?"

"Forget it." He said, unwrapping his arms and turning to walk towards the door.

"Come here." You took his McLaren-issued shirt and pulled him back to join your lips. He had done it bad this time, but Steve was probably just going to give you a slap on your wrist, and you would just blame it on Lando.

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[writting-stuff-sometimes]

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[writting-stuff-sometimes]

Play with fire Pt 2- LN4 X Fem reader

Pairing: Lando x Y/n Fewtrell

Warnings: physical Fight

Notes: Here's the second part, it gets messy but I'm almost done with part 3, so it won't be long for it to get better. As always, feedback is really appreciated, and receiving requests.

Thanks for the love.

Part 1

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It was the sixth month anniversary with Lando and you had planned to spend one whole week together in Mónaco. As part of the plan, he leased a villa and invited Max, Pietra, and a couple friends to Nice for the last days of the summer break. A few days later he lied and told them he was needed back at the MTC a week early but convinced them to stay back for the remaining days, and you lied to your parents saying you were spending that week with Leah, your bff.

It was day 3 of eating junk food, watching trash TV, and having sex 24/7. You had never been more in love with the man sleeping beside you. Your head on his chest, his soft snoring so relaxing you had no idea how you would be able to fall asleep without him every night.

"Hey mate, are you here?" Your brother's voice made your heart stop. Were you dreaming? "Bob!" Yup, it was your brother.

"Lan, baby" you moved him softly enough not to scare him.

"Yaaaawww" He yawned loudly "Hi bab-"You covered his mouth. His eyes stared at you confused.

"Max is here" You whispered.

"What?"

"Lando, are you here mate? Your car is in the garage" You could see his soul leave his body.

"What is he doing here?" you asked

"No idea!"

You heard a suitcase rolling down the hallway.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck" You started panicking.

"Shh, everything is going to be ok. Stay here" he kissed your lips and stood up, putting on his boxers and joggers. "Be right back" he whispered, and walked out, closing the door behind him. You stood up, put on your pajamas, and rushed to press your ear to the door.

"Hey Mate"

"Oh hey, I thought you were at the MTC"

"Oh, yeah, we finished early"

"It's Wednesday, I thought you were staying there the whole week"

"Yeah, nah, came back this morning"

"That must be a record"

"Yeah, great results"

"Sounds like it"

"What are you doing here?" Lando was trying to sound as nonchalant as possible, but damn was he a bad actor.

"Oh, I messaged you yesterday, P, wasn't feeling well so we decided to return early. You didn't get it?"

"I...I don't even know where I left my phone"

"Oook" Your brother stared at Lando trying to figure out why he was behaving weirdly.

"So, I'm hungry. Do you want to go eat something? Do you want to go get some pizza?" Lando tried to get Max away from the house so you had enough time to figure out a plan. As much as he had been waiting and begging for you to come clean, this was not how he would like to do it.

"Nah, thanks. Actually, P is downstairs sleeping in the car. Plus, I'm not sure if I'm tired from the drive or if I've caught whatever she has; I feel weird, so I'm just taking a quick shower, and I'll spend the night over at her hotel in case she needs something."

"Oh, ok, yeah, that sounds good" You and Lando could finally breathe.

"Are you ok mate? You look flustered"

"Yeah, nah, I'm just tired, it's been quite a week"

"Yeah, I imagine. I'm going to take a quick shower and will be out of here so you can rest"

"Ok, fine, yes"

Your brother went to the guest room, Lando waited until Max's door was closed to go inside his.

"Fuck, that was scary" You whispered still worried Max could hear you from across the hall. "And you're such a terrible actor"

"Hey, I'm not that bad"

"Yeah, you are" You hugged him, placing your head against his chest as his hands caressed your hair. The sound of the shower calming your rushing hearts.

"I have to admit tho" He pushed you away lightly so you were facing him. "This was kind of hot"

"What?"

"Yeah, like this rush, it makes me almost not want to tell him and see how much we can keep sneaking around"

"You're sick" You stared at him, a half smile on your face.

"This is what you've done to me, you've made me a sick, obsessed, unsatiable man" He made a fist with your hair and pulled you to join your lips in a wild kiss.

"Mate, do you have-" Your brother knocked on Lando's door but opened it immediately, a beautiful habit he's had since childhood.

You all stared at each other in shock.

It was a scene straight out of a comedy or a horror movie, depending on who you asked.

You could see your bother's mouth trying to voice his thoughts, but there were too many. The moment you saw his jaw clench you knew you had to speak before Lando did. You loved the man but even with all the PR training, he was the worst at this kind of situation.

"Max, listen" You started in a low voice, taking a step toward him without letting go of Lando's hand. Your bother just raised his hand, one finger up signaling you to wait. "Max, everything's fine, ok?"

"No" He said, his voice so low it was almost scary

"Yes" You tried to remain calm, and so did Lando but the thigh grip he had on your hand told you he was as nervous as you.

"You're fucking my little sister?" He finally voiced the loudest thought in his head, his eyes piercing holes into Lando's.

Not that you were sensitive to the word fuck, but this time it made your skin crawl, being used by your brother to describe what you and Lando had felt just wrong.

"Mate, wait" Lando mimicked your calm voice.

"I'm not your mate!" Your brother raised his voice and you squeezed Lando's hand as a silent request to remain calm. "Mates-don't-fuck- their-mates-sisters" You could see his arms tense, his fingers white from the tight fists.

"We're not fucking" He answered.

"Oh no? Then what's happening here?" He walked in the room pacing around in a frenetic way.

"Both your clothes everywhere, the bed a fucking mess, the condom box on the nightstand? Tell me Lando, what is it that I'm seeing?"

"Max, listen" Max's eyes fixed on your intertwined fingers.

"You shut up, wait until Mom and Dad know about this"

"Don't talk to her like that" Lando tried to defend you but you placed your hand on his chest trying to hold him back.

"I'm not a child anymore Max, I'm a grown-up"

"Oh please, you're a freaking child, and fucking Lando proves it"

"Whether you like it or not, I'm an adult now, and I get to choose who I date, no matter what you or our parents have to say about it"

"Date? You're dating him?"

"Yes" You answered confidently.

"Listen, mate, I love her, ok?" His voice in a calm yet confident tone that made your heart rush with love.

"I'm going to kill you"

"Max" You could read in his body language he was about to lose it.

"I'm going to kill you, Lando"

"Max, wait, please" You tried to place yourself between them but before you knew it your brother was pushing Lando against one of the walls, his forearm pressing his neck as he pushed him hard, Lando tried to push Max away without hurting him.

"Max, wait, what the fuck?" You tried to get close to them.

"Y/n, no, stand back" Lando yelled at you when he saw you were getting closer.

"You're a fucking morron" Your brother kept pushing Lando against the wall.

You rushed to the nightstand and took your phone from the charger ringing Pietra.

"Hello?" The calm sleepy voice on the other side of the line was the complete opposite of the scene right in front of you. You felt bad for bringing her into this, but you needed help to get your bother to calm down, and she was your best option.

"P, you need to get up here, please"

"Y/n? Where are you?"

"Lando's apartment, please, get up here now!" You hung up hoping she was on her way.

"Mate, listen to me, I swear to God, this is not what you think" Lando tried to use his calmest voice possible, trying just to cover himself from the fists being thrown around by your brother.

"Max, stop it! You're behaving like an animal, stop!" You tried to get your brother off your boyfriend but he kept pushing you back.

You heard the door panel beep and then the door opened.

"Over here!" you yelled trying to lead her to the master bedroom, not that the sound of stuff being thrown around wasn't going to lead her there anyway,

"What's happening?" She stared in shock at the scene in front of her "Max, stop it" She tried to approach the fighting men but they pushed her back too.

"Maximilian, you have to calm down, now!" P's voice actually worked, getting your brother to stand back.

"P, this is between Lando and me"

"No, it's not!" You yelled back at him.

"You shut up! Grab your things, you're coming with me right away"

"No"

"Y/n, I'm not playing!"

"Neither am I, I'm not leaving with you, Max"

"Aaaahhh" Your brother screamed and squatted down covering his head with his hands. Pietra was about to walk over to him but you stopped her, asking her to let you go first.

"Max" You said softly walking over to him. Slowly you placed your hand over his shoulder "Max, please you have to listen to us, please"

"Screw you two" He stood up, took P's hand, and walked out of the apartment slamming the front door.

You sighted in defeat, at least he wasn't punching Lando anymore, but it was so painful to see your brother so hurt.

"Baby" You walked over to Lando who was walking back to the bed, holding his ribcage "Are you ok?"

"Yes, I've had worst on track"

"Let me see" You held his face inspecting it, he had a couple of red bruises here and there, but most of the damage had been done to his chest and shoulders. You started shaking.

"Baby" You hugged him, falling to your knees in front of him, tears finally flooding your eyes.

"Shhh it's ok, it will all be ok" He hugged you tightly against his chest, he could feel slight pain but soothing you was more important.

He pulled you up and placed you on the bed, holding your thigh against him.

"It will be ok" he said softly against your hair.

"I know" You answered back between sobs.

"Well, the cat's out of the bag" Lando tried to joke the tension away.

"You think we should've told him sooner?"

"He might have reacted the same, so I'm afraid any time would've led to the same result"

You remained on the bed, with many questions in your heads. Now that Max knew you had to tell your parents, he would probably do everything he could to have them on his side. What was going to happen to Quadrant? Not that Lando didn't trust he could convince Max this wasn't a bad thing, but fear lingered there.

You stood from the bed and started picking up the mess the fight had left.

"Baby come here-"

"Lan, this helps me, let me just... if I can't fix the situation I can at least fix this"

He stood up and helped you clean.

After what felt like an hour or two your phone dinged.

Pi 🌸 Max is calm now, he has agreed to go back up and talk with you guys, we'll be up in a second, but please no PDA for now!

"Lan, they're coming back up, let's go sit in the living room"

"So he can break more stuff?" You stared at Lando "Sorry, no more jokes"

"And no hand holding or kissing, or hugging"

"Are you serious?"

"Just until we get him to listen to everything we have to say"

"Fine"

You waited for your brother in the living room, sitting on opposite sides of the sofa.

You heard the lock panel and your heart rushed. Your brother opened the door letting Pietra in first, she walked all the way next to the sofa but your brother remained at the door.

"Ok, I'm here, talk" His voice was a version you had never heard before.

"Max, we're sorry we didn't come forward about this sooner, I'm sorry, I just, I had no idea how to tell you" You spoke first.

A sarcastic snort left his body as he crossed his arms.

"Love" Pietra stared at him.

"Fine, continue" He rolled his eyes.

If only your brother knew he was responsible for this happening.

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Part 1

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[writting-stuff-sometimes]

Knight in papaya armor - Lando x F. reader

Summary: Lando gets a late-night drunk text from y/n who seems to be intoxicated and in a weird place. Even when they've broken up he will search the earth to save her.

Warnings: Alcohol consumption, mention of drugs, and roofies.

Word Count: 2.3K

Notes: I have something with exes, sorry not sorry.

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When Lando got your text at 2 am he knew you were either in trouble or wasted. You had only texted him a couple of times after the breakup. The first one was a drunk voicemail telling him how much he had hurt you, and the other was when you had been locked out of your apartment in the middle of the night, no locksmith was available and he still had a key. But this had been months ago.

He was playing with Max off-stream. It was Christmas break, and he needed a detox from social media. When your message reached him, and as soon as Mary gave him the location, he was on his way there.

As he drove through one of the shipyard warehouses, his blood rushed just thinking about you alone there. As much as Monaco was a safe country, there were some places you wouldn't like to find yourself alone as a young female.

He parked his car next to some high-end cars and walked with his hood up towards the pined place.

He got to a semy-hidden entrance where a suited man stood blocking the door, looking at his phone.

"Invite code?" The man spoke without even looking at him.

"I don't think I need one" He rarely face-carded his way into places but knew there was no other way he could make it inside.

The guard looked up from his phone and took a close look at him, he was about to dismiss him when a drunk guy inside yelled his name.

"Lando? Lando Norris?" The drunken guy approached the entrance.

"Yeah" he simply answered.

"Mate, come on in" The drunken guy tapped the guard on his shoulder, and he moved to the side allowing the driver in.

"What can I get you?" The blond guy offered Lando a glass of champagne as soon as he was inside, the driver took it but had no intention of drinking it, he just needed to find you and get you the hell out of there.

"Thanks, I'm looking for a friend"

"I haven't seen any of the other drivers here" From the way he was dragging his words, Lando hoped his drunken state would make it easy to ditch him as soon as he had found you, allowing you two to escape the dark place.

As his new "fridend" kept talking, he looked around, a bunch of nepo babies, sketchy guys, and mostly underage girls in revealing outfits swamped the place. He could feel his heart rate rise just looking at the way most of the guys were behaving towards the drunken girls, and as he imagined you being treated the same, made his blood boiled.

"Sorry mate, the restroom?" He asked the blond guy.

"That way"

"Thanks" he patted him in a friendly way and walked towards the spot the guy had signaled.

When he was out of sight, he walked the place looking for you, trying to hide his identity. He was losing his patience by the second as he looked at the amount of alcohol and drugs being passed around.

He started looking for a red dress, and he could finally breathe when he found you. The moment he caught a guy's arm wrapped around your waist and saw him talking to your ear, he saw red. Without a second thought, he made a beeline towards you not caring anymore about pushing people to the side and being recognized, he just needed to get you out of that place, fast.

"Y/n" he yelled as he was arm's distance from you. The confused look on your face as soon as you saw him pained him a little. Usually, your eyes lit up when you saw him, but not this time.

"Lan?"

The guy next to you turned to look at Lando, annoyed.

"I need to talk to you" Lando took you by the arm and tried to pull you towards the exit but the dark-haired guy grabbed your hand before you two could walk away.

"Excuse me, she's busy"

"This will be quick" Lando tried to sound as friendly as possible.

"Don't think so, mate" The dark-haired guy pulled your hand harshly.

"Don't do that" Lando spoke menacingly.

"What are you going to do about it?"

Without a second thought, Lando punched the guy hard in the face making him lose his balance, his drunken state making it easy for him to fall and difficult to stand back up. He knew now, more than ever he needed to get the hell out of there. He grabbed your hand and pulled you fast toward the exit. Thankfully the people around you were too out of it to catch what had just happened.

You stumbled trying to keep up with him, but the heels and the amount of alcohol in your system complicated the task. You reached the entrance, the big guy in the suit was about to stop you but Lando swiftly shouldered him out of the way. He knew he had to run fast to his car so he pulled you over his shoulder and rushed to his car as you fought hitting his back and yelling for him to put you down.

He opened the passenger door, throwing you in as carefully as he could, and rushed to the driver's side, spinning his wheels leaving the bodyguards behind.

He reduced the speed once he was in the safety of the Monegasque streets.

"What the fuck?" You yelled annoyed, but he just kept driving silently, his knuckles white from how hard he was grabbing the steering wheel, breathing deeply, trying to ease his rushing heart.

"Lando, what the hell?"

Still no answer from the driver.

He got to your place and parked in the familiar spot.

You stood in the car in silence for a couple of minutes, the look on his face calmer now, but you knew him very well, it was one of those tense moments when you would just sit there silently waiting for someone to finally break the silence.

"Let's go" He opened the door and walked to the passenger side to open yours.

You stepped out the car, the look on his face softer now.

He touched your lower back and led you towards the elevator. You expected him to walk you there and return to his car, but he stepped in and pressed your floor.

You rode the elevator in complete silence, the alcohol in your system had gone down a bit, allowing you to stand up without any aid.

He walked you to your door, and you searched your bag for your key.

"Shit" you softly cursed under your breath.

A breathy laugh left his body as he searched his pants, took out a couple keys, and opened your door.

Yes, you had forgotten to get the keys back that last time he had helped you, or more like he had managed to avoid giving them back, just in case.

You stumbled in kicking your shoes off, and he did the same, remembering the no-shoes rule in your apartment.

"What the hell were you thinking?" He finally spoke.

You sat on the couch, confused, what the hell was he doing there? how the fuck he had found you?

"What are you doing here?" you tried to sound annoyed, you weren't sure why you were mad at him but knew you should be.

"You messaged me"

"What?" You took your phone and looked at the drunken texts. "Ugh"

"I'll take that as a a thank you"

"What should I thank you for? I was having fun at a party and you punched your way there"

"Actually, getting inside was the easy part" he joked, standing before you. He stared at you, assessing your estate, worried you had been drugged or something. From the way everyone was behaving at the party, he wouldn't find it weird the asshole talking to you had tried to spiked your drink.

"You can stop staring" You said trying to get his eyes off you. You had broken up six months ago but he still made your heart rush.

"Just making sure you're ok"

"No need, I'm perf-" A gag cut your speech short. "Fuck" you stood up and rushed to the toilet.

He walked behind you. You slammed the bathroom door in his face, but he stood outside as he heard you puke your guts out.

"I'm fine," you yelled behind the door. He smiled softly at your stubbornness; it was a sign you were okay, well, as much as you could be. He walked to the kitchen, giving you some privacy as he turned on the coffee machine.

You exited the bathroom a bit more sober now, your face damp from the water you had splashed over it trying to ease the dizziness and the minty taste of the toothpaste trying to cover the shameful puke aftertaste.

"Here" he offered a cup of coffee.

"Thanks" You took it and walked back to the couch.

"How did you find me?" you asked before taking a sip from the warm liquid, wincing at the bitter taste of the mint and coffee mix.

"Mary"

"She gave you my location?" Mary had spent the last six months cursing Lando's name.

"As much as she hates me she was worried about you too"

"Oh shit" That meant this was just the first time you were going to be scolded about tonight and Mary's version was definitely going to be worse.

"That's right, you scared us both, young lady"

"Don't call me that, i'm older than you two"

"Just one year, and it sure doesn't seem like it from the way you behaved tonight"

You rolled your eyes at his response and took another sip from the mug. Now that you were more conscious he knew it was time to lecture you, not that he never did stupid things, but this had actually been dangerous.

"Seriously, y/n" he sat on the coffee table in front of you, his hands on your knees sending electric waves through your body. "You can't do that again, please"

"Do what?" you tried to fight him.

"This, going to those places alone! do you know what could've happened?"

"It was just a party, I'm not a teenager, and I don't know why would you care anymore"

"I will always care about you, always"

"What?"

"Y/n, I love you" He softly said as his fingers caressed your knees under the satin fabric.

Your mind rushed, trying to remember the last six months, searching for the reason you had broken up and to remain apart. But there wasn't a specific reason, it had been a weird mix of life pulling you apart, his season being chaotic with the championship pressure, and your last year of school and the internship taking every minute of your time, making it impossible to support him like he wanted, making you feel guilty and making him feel alone and like a burden. He was the one who had offered to take a break, not because he didn't love you, on the contrary, he saw how you were trying to rip yourself into tiny pieces to fit school, work, and your love life, but it was too much, your sleeping and eating habits a mess trying to keep up with everything.

It pained him seeing you so worn out, and he felt if he pulled himself out of the equation, you might have time to take care of yourself, but of course, you weren't ok with it, your stubborness always trying to keep up with everything.

The day you broke up, you were running on 2 hours of sleep and two Redbull cans, the lack of food and tiredness blew everything out of proportion.

"If you don't want to be with me anymore, just say it, there's no need to make up all these dumb excuses!"

"Baby, listen to me"

"No! Just admit it, Lando, you don't want to be with me anymore!"

"Y/n, please listen to me" He tried to explain himself but you just grabbed your suitcase and rushed out of the apartment.

He tried calling you for days, but you were too burned out to listen to him, crying yourself to sleep every night for the next couple of weeks until Mary cornered you in some kind of intervention and kicked some sense into you. Of course, you had only told her your side of the story making her hate his guts for breaking her best friend's heart.

You cringed at the memory, feeling guilty as it downed on you he was just looking after you.

You looked down at the mug between your hands.

"Baby" Lando's hands took your face when he noticed a tear falling down your cheek.

"I'm sorry" you sobbed.

"There's nothing to be sorry" He sat by your side, hugging you tightly against him. "Baby, shhh, it's ok"

"No its not, I ruined it"

"No you didn't"

"I did, you were just trying to take care of me"

"I still do, I'll always will"

"How can you forgive me?"

"There's nothing to forgive, we were too tired and too busy to think things straight"

"You're too nice, I don't deserve you"

"No one really does"

You pushed yourself away to stare at him. A cheeky smile on his face.

"I'm kidding" He approached you and tried to kiss you but you turned away.

"Wait, I puked" you tried to push him away but he held you tighter against him.

"I don't give. shit" He turned your face and kissed your lips softly.

"I'm sorry" You said when he pulled back.

"Stop apologizing" he kissed you harshly now.

"But I really am. I wasn't thinking straight and I made Mary hate you"

"We both were too into our own stuff, and I'm pretty sure she didn't quite like me in the first place, so no damage done there"

"Are we..?"

"Do you want to give it another try?" His eyes glinted from excitement.

"Do you want to?"

"Of course, but you’re the one telling Mary we’re back.

“Chicken”

“She might actually kill me if I tell her”

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[writting-stuff-sometimes]

Treat You Better - Lando x Fem reader

Summary: Y/n broke up with Lando a while ago. One night she overhears a conversation that makes her want to protect him.

Warnings: Slightly suggestive, bad words, alcohol consumption.

Word Count: 16K

Notes: Nosey me really wants to know what happened at that nightclub. I hope you like it, and as always, feedback and requests are very welcome.

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You hated this situation, you felt so bad for Lando. You couldn't shake away the memory of the model walking in that bathroom with her friend talking about how Lando was going to be the best way to help her career, and that she just had to deal with all the F1 bullshit, his and his friends' childish behavior for a couple of months to get enough contracts, and then she'll try to find true love. Honestly, you couldn't believe someone like her could love anyone but herself.

“I think you should warn him”

“I don’t know. If he still hates me as much as he did when I left, he’s going to think I’m doing it out of spite, or that I want him back”

“And you don’t?” Your bff looked at you with a knowing look.

“Off topic” You took a sip from your wine glass.

“Fine. But don't you think it is super weird? What were the odds of you and her being in London, at the same restaurant, inside the same bathroom as she decided to spill her stupid plan?"

"I must be paying some freaking karma" You sighted drifting into your own thoughts,

"Ok, enough about this, are you ready for tomorrow?"

"Are you seriously making me go?"

"Of course! Y/N, you need something to keep your mind off things and I don't want to go on my own, I barely know the guy"

Ellie had met a DJ through Tinder and he had invited her to a private party he was playing at, in one of the Monaco nightclubs.

As much as you wanted to stay back and melt into the anxiety the situation had put you in for the last month, you agreed because that was the best friend thing to do.

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You got to the nightclub, it was a launch party for a cosmetic brand. As you were led to the DJ booth, memories rushed back. You had joined Lando for a couple of nights during his DJ era. Fuck, you had missed this, and you missed him. You needed to keep those thoughts away and an open bar seemed like a good solution... or so you thought.

It had been a few hours and a considerable number of drinks when Ellie grabbed your hand and pulled you to talk to your ear, a strange choice since the music wasn't even that loud, it was one of those parties where influencers and models try to get contracts and to get known by PRs.

"Please, promise me we're not leaving"

"What?"

"Please, promise me. I'm having a good time" She pulled the puppy eyes trick, but what was she talking about?

"Ellie, how drunk are you?"

"Look over there" she discretely signaled to a table towards the exit.

What was she doing there? Was Lando there too? You almost panicked, but he couldn't be. He had raced in Baku that same day. Yes, you still knew his calendar by heart. Usually, he would fly back home the next day. This explained why she was throwing herself at some guy on her table.

"Fuck"

"You promised"

"I didn't"

"Please"

You knew this was a bad idea, you already dreaded the girl, and seeing her hump all over some guy, as Lando was away, made your blood boil. You tried to stay and keep her off your mind but it was impossible, there was no amount of alcohol in this world that could make this situation bearable.

"I'm going home"

"Y/n, please"

"If I have to see her dry-hump another guy for two more seconds I might actually punch her"

"Don't go! C'mon"

"Elle..."

"Fine, let me know when you're home"

You hugged your friend goodbye and rushed towards the exit. On your way out her voice caught your ear, that voice you couldn't keep out of your head. Clearly, you had offended the gods.

"Oh no! I'm single at the moment. I'm sooo tired of dating man-childs, like, they're fun but it's so exhausting trying to have a conversation when all they can talk about is themselves and how cool their little toys are"

Before your brain could catch up with your body, you were already making a beeline toward her.

"Hi, sorry, can I steal her for a second?" You faked a smile to the PR as you grabbed Mila by the arm and pulled her toward a dark corner of the club.

"What the fuck? Let me go!" She tried to shake your hand away when she recognized you. You finally let go of her and stood cornering her against the dark wall.

"Listen to me, you're going to stop this nonsense about Lando"

"Why? Does your career need a boost and you want him back?"

"At least I have a career people can talk about, and not just who's going between my legs"

"Fuck you" She tried walking away but you blocked her path.

"No, you're going to listen to me, you little shit. You and your stupid friends can think whatever you want about Lando, but I won't let you damage his image just so you can have your five minutes"

"I don't know what you're talking about" Her shit-eating grin seemed even worse to your alcohol intoxicated eyes.

"Really? So it wasn't you who told one of your friends that you just had to deal with this F1 bullshit for a little while to get enough contracts?" Her breath hitched for a second but then the smug face returned.

"Please" she rolled her eyes and crossed her arms over her chest. You wanted to punch her stupid grin away.

"Last warning, either you stop this nonsense, or everybody will know what a shitty person you are"

"Honey, no one's going to believe you, they will just think you're a jealous, bitter, ex-girlfriend"

"Are you sure? Have you seen the comments?" You pulled your phone from your bag waving it in her face " You don't seem to have the crowd on your side. So, listen, "honey", you want to date him, be my guest, but stop talking shit about him, he doesn't deserve it"

"Fuck you" She pushed you to the side and walked back to her table. You turned around and people were staring at you, also a few phones were pointing your way. Fuck, this was going to be all over the place.

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You were still shaking when you got home. You hadn't been this angry at someone in a long time.

You took a cold shower to ease the heat inside you, took a sweatshirt from your closet, and went to bed.

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"I'm surprised you didn't punch her in the face, you're such a grown-up" Ellie sat by your side on the couch.

"I wanted to, bad. But I'm not jail material. What about you? I was expecting Mr. Dj to be here this morning"

"We went to his house"

"And?"

"It was nice and all but you know I don't sleep out-"

A hard knock on the door caused a stinging pain in your head. Stupid open bar.

"I'll get that" Ellie walked to the door as you laid your head back on the couch and closed your eyes trying to ease the hangover pain.

"Please tell me Mr. Dj sent coffee"

"I guess you're in for disappointment" His voice made your heart stop.

You took a deep breath before opening your eyes and leaning back up to look at him.

"Can you give us a minute, Ellie?" He spoke before you could say a word. Your best friend who looked as shocked as you, turned your way. You nodded yes.

"I'll be over there. Nice to see you Lan" She walked to her bedroom and mouthed "Tell him" as she passed you.

"Care to explain?" You could hear a slight hint of anger in his voice, and like the psycho you were, it was making your heart rush. You were always playfully pushing his buttons to anger him enough that it would lead to rough sex, but sex was not the final outcome this time. So you had to take another deep breath to ease the heat inside.

"Y/n?" His saying your name did not make things easier. The space around you started to feel smaller by the second. You stood up and walked towards the kitchen.

"Coffee?" Your voice hoarse, as if you had been screaming for hours.

For a second his mind drifted off topic, your outfit being nothing but an oversized sweatshirt caught him off balance, even more when he realized it was one of his. A buzzing on his phone brought him back to reality and the name on the screen back to the topic.

Mila Where are you, baby?

"No thanks, I'm not here for coffee, I'm here to find out what the heck happened last night?" He followed you but kept a safe distance.

You started working the coffee machine, a cheap way to escape his presence, as a fight took place in your mind, should you tell him? Was he going to believe you?

"Y/N, I don't have all day, why did you attack Mila?"

"I didn't attack her" You finally spoke.

"That's not what the media says, and what the video shows"

"There's a video? You can't be safe anywhere" You joked.

"I'm being serious" He finally walked up to you taking the empty mug from your hand. "What the fuck was that? just because you don't have anyone in your life, it doesn't mean you have to ruin my relationship with Mila"

Low blow, Norris.

"Relationship?! Please, Lando" You spat before you could process the words.

"What? Just because you didn't want a relationship with me it doesn't mean other people won't want it either"

"What made you think I didn't want a relationship with you?"

"Umm, the fact that you ran away in the middle of the fucking night after ONE fight, ghosted me for two weeks, and just sent an "I can't do this anymore" text before blocking me from every single place? I'm not stupid"

"It wasn't just one fight. We had been fighting so much for the last month, and that last time the only difference was the volume"

"But that happens, just because we love each other it doesn't mean everything is going to be sweets and roses"

The word love sent lighting throughout your body.

"Lan, I didn't leave because of those fights. I left because you weren't happy with me, with us" Your eyes started watering, leaving him had been one of the toughest decisions.

"What?"

"You were lying to me, you were hiding. Does that seem like a happy relationship?" He stared at you confused "I knew about your nightclub and dinner escapades when I wasn't going to the GP's. I never minded you going to those things without me, I don't know why you started lying about them?" You could see it on his face he knew he had screwed up.

"But I never cheated or anything, I promise"

"I know, but it felt as if I was keeping you from doing stuff you wanted and that you felt the need to hide from me" You felt like he was being forced to be with you, like you were keeping him from things he liked.

"Y/n, I was so fucking happy with you, I just...I wasn't thinking. I saw how others got in trouble for going out alone and thought, I... I fucked up" He walked closer toward you and shily played with the hem of your sweatshirt.

"Lan -" His phone rang in his hand, Mila's name on the screen shattering the moment completely. You sighed and stepped back "Just be careful, ok?"

"Careful?"

"She might not be what you think she is"

"What are you talking about?"

You bit your lip still unsure about spilling it all out.

"Y/N"

"I heard her at Scully's a month ago. She was with some friends, I was in the restroom when she got in and I heard her tell her friend that she just needed to deal with F1 for a while to get enough contracts" You kept the details to yourself, they felt unnecessary.

He looked hurt but not surprised.

"I'm sorry" You whispered.

"Is that why you were fighting yesterday?"

"Yeah, basically" You weren't sure if telling him the "attack" had also been fueled by seeing her dry-hump two different guys was good, it seemed he had received the message.

"Why would you care?" He softly asked, his green eyes fixed on yours.

"Lan" You turned back to the coffee machine, the noise grounding you and keeping your mind from drifting into the romantic scenarios it was dying to go to.

"Tell me" He took a step closer. You could feel his body heat radiate towards you.

"Just" You knew where this was leading, what he wanted to hear, but you weren't sure you wanted to say those words.

"Bull" His hand landed on your hip. The electricity from his touch made you jump.

"Lando, stop it please" You stepped to the side escaping his touch.

"No" He took you firmly by the waist and turned you around, trapping you against the counter. "Why would you do that?"

"What do you want to hear?"

"Just tell me why did you do that?"

"Please just leave it" You closed your eyes and threw your head back, this situation and the awful hangover were killing you physically and mentally. But all Lando could see was your neck, it was almost begging him to kiss it, but he fought the urge, he needed you to accept you wanted him too.

"No, I don't want to" His voice was almost childlike.

"God Lando, damn it! I did it because I couldn't stand her talking shit about you. Yes, you can be stubborn, annoying, and sometimes such a child that I want to kill you, but you're also a loving, caring, responsible, smart and such a wonderful human being you don't deserve someone treating you like that. Happy?!"

"Yes" He pulled you from your waist and joined your lips.

His flesh touching yours felt like a breath of fresh air. You couldn't fight it anymore, and as much as you wanted to deny it, you loved him, you loved him deeply.

Your hands found their place behind his neck, softly playing with his curls.

His hands traveled down from your waist to your thighs, caressing them and indulging in the warmth of your skin. He then squeezed your ass and pulled you to carry you to the sofa.

He sat on it as you straddle him. He gave one last peck to your lips and started kissing down your chin, reaching that sensitive spot on your neck right below your ear as his arms pressed you harder against his body. Making you moan at the feeling of the bulging sweats under you.

"I've missed you, don't leave me, please" He whispered softly against your skin.

His phone buzzed again inside his pocket.

"Lan, wait" You pushed his head away from your body.

"What?"

"You're with Mila"

A breathy laugh made his chest bounce.

"C'mon, we were just fooling around"

"Does she know that?"

"Now you care about her?"

"It's not her. But I can't be a hypocrite. I don't want the bad karma"

"Fine" He took the phone from his pocket and dialed. After a couple of rings, you heard that damn voice coming from the speaker.

"Baby, I've been calling you for hours, where are you? Lucia and I are waiting for you to go to the marina, I promised her we would tan on the yacht today"

"Mila, we're done"

The line went silent for a few seconds. You could almost picture the shocked face on the other side of the phone.

"What?" Her voice was a thousand octaves higher.

"What you heard. Go find someone else to leach from. See ya" He hung up with the biggest grin.

"Happy?" He said as he turned off his phone and placed it to the side.

"She's going to kill you"

"Good thing I have my own personal bodyguard" He buried his face on your chest, inhaling your scent, he had missed so much.

"Oh, now I'm your bodyguard?"

"Yup, fuck Jlo's bodyguard, now I have the hottest one"

"You're such an idiot"

"As long as I'm your idiot I don't care about anything else"

You pulled him to kiss again. His hands sneaked under the sweatshirt, caressing the soft skin inside it.

"Nice outfit by the way" Hi said against your lips.

You turned to look down at it and then realized you were wearing one of the sweatshirts you had stolen from him. You had worn it nonstop for weeks after the breakup until his scent had faded.

"I'm sorry I stole it"

"It looks way better on you"

He pulled you back to resume your makeout, as your hands played with the curls at the back of his head.

"You've been awfully quiet over here..." Ellie said out loud walking the hallway. "I just want to make sure you've not killed each oth-" She stared at the scene with a terrified look on her face.

"Please tell me you weren't having sex on the sofa"

"You're about a year too late"

"Ew, please tell me that's a lie. I really, really like that sofa and I don't want to have to burn it" She stared at you, disgust all over her face.

"He's joking" You punched his side playfully.

"Promise?" she asked

"Promise"

"Ok. And, as much as I'm happy you two are back together, please take it to the bedroom and give me five so I can be far far away before you start your unholy activities"

"Three is the most we can give you" Lando stood from the sofa carrying you.

"Two" he said kissing your neck and walking toward your bedroom.

"Nooo, c'mon, stop it" Ellie rushed to her room "Just let me get dressed and I'll be out of here, please!"

"You're mean" You smiled against his lips.

"And you're mine" Hi bit your lower lip closing your door with his foot.

"Send me a message when you're done and I can return"

"See you next week!" Lando yelled back. He returned his lips to your neck, removing the only piece of clothing covering you.

"Very funny!" Was the last thing you heard before the front door slammed.

As much as it sounded like a joke, Lando was determined to make up for lost time.

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[writting-stuff-sometimes]

Night in Vegas- Lando x fem reader

Summary: Y/N had been Lando's PR, it had been messy and she moved to Red Bull, but maybe things were not as bad as she thought.

Warnings: Abusive Max (Sorry someone had to be the bad guy) smutty ending.

Notes: No hate to anyone this story just needed a villain.

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The moment the job offer came from Red Bull you didn't think it twice. You had been Lando's PR for the last 2 years, which was kind of a nightmare. He had the worst cases of verbal diarrhea, not that Max didn't but the paycheck was worth the extra work. Also, the interactions with Lando had always been weird and uncomfortable.

He was so nice and funny around everyone else but you, whenever it was just you two, you could hear the grass grow. In the beginning, you tried to get to know him, create somewhat of a bond so you could understand him better and work around that info, but every time you tried to get him to tell you something about him he would shut you out, keeping his answers short and dry.

And here you were, your first six months as Max PR agent were...interesting, he was a master in driving but thanks to his dad and the people around him, his public image was a challenge, a challenge you loved to work, at least you did until he started showing his real self. It began with small tantrums, mood swings when an interview had been scheduled when he had agreed to go play paddle, or that one time on a bad day when a reporter asked him about his dad's history with the law even when you had precisely warned them not to ask about any of that.

But that was all fun and games until tonight's event for the Vegas GP. Usually, the US GP's parties were a nightmare. Tons and tons of media people and influencers with little idea about F1. Yet they were important to attend because of the amount of rich people the teams craved as their lawful sponsors, so all the drivers were requested to go. This meant an awful fight with Max who hated these events where he had to "prostitute" himself for a couple of millions, it was particularly tricky now that some pictures and supposed messages showing Kelly might have been cheating, surfaced. You promised him to warn everybody that any questions about his personal life were off the table for any of the interviews, but American media cared little about that.

"Are you stupid or something?" His angry voice was so much like his dad's. Dry, hurtful, and insulting even when he wasn't using big curse words.

"Max, I told everyone personal questions were off the table. I sent a memo last week and a reminder this morning" You walked following him closely as he exited the event venue. Your heels making it difficult for you to keep his pace.

"I don't care!" He stopped and turned towards you abruptly, making you crash against his body. "If Christian gives me any shit about not being here I will make sure he knows this was all your fault" His voice loud and angry felt even more intimidating as he was towering over you, his red face so close to yours you could feel the heat radiate from it.

"But-"

"Shut it, I don't want to hear it" He spat.

"Hey, mate, easy" You both turned to look at the curled hair driver approaching at a firm pace.

"Lando, this has nothing to do with you"

"It does when you're talking like that to Y/N" He gently held your arm pulling you back, placing himself between you and Max.

"How did you deal with this shit for two years? she's the worst"

"I disagree, she's the best"

"What? Why are you defending her?" Max looked in shock from Lando's intervention, and to be honest, so were you.

"Because I know the mess you are and you talking to her like that is unacceptable and most likely uncalled for. We should've never let her go, I've begging Zak to get her back and after this, there's no way I'm letting her stay at RB"

"What the fuck? I don't...Wait, did you two ...? She must be a good fuck if you want her back so bad" A bitter laugh left his chest.

There it was, the angry verbal diarrhea.

You wanted to jump in and tell him you had never even crossed two complete phrases with Lando, how the hell were you going to fuck him? But no sound left your body, you were just a passenger in this trainwreck.

"Max, come on, It's not her fault your life's a fucking mess and that you have no idea how to deal with it. And take it from me, mate, you don't need a PR manager, you need a therapist."

"Who the fuck do you think you are?" Max took a couple of steps forward and faced Lando menacingly. He wasn't much taller than the Brit but seemed angry enough to cause damage.

"This is enough" You finally spoke, your voice shaky as you grabbed Lando's arm trying to pull him back. But he didn't move an inch.

"I'm not afraid of you mate" Lando hissed.

"Ok enough" You said in the most motherly voice ever and stepped in between them. "Lando, thanks but that's enough. You two don't want to do or say anything you'll regret later"

"See you on the track, mate" Said Lando as he took your hand and pulled you toward the parking lot.

You walked with him still in shock from the situation, expecting for him to let go of your hand as soon as you were out of sight from Max, but he kept going until he reached the Valet and gave him his ticket.

"Thanks fo that" You tried breaking the uncomfortable silence. "I think I need to go back there tho, I might not have a job tomorrow, but I don't need them to fire me because of not complying with my duties, Maybe I can find Max and convince him-"

"If they don't fire you, you're quitting" He said as he typed on his phone.

"What?! No, I can't do that, I can't afford to lose my job"

"You'll have a job"His voice was confident as he kept typing.

"Lando, I really-"

"Your car, Mr.Norris" The valet cut you off opening the passenger door for you.

"Get in" Lando walked toward the door to hold it himself.

"Lan-"

"Get in... please" He finally looked at you, something in his eyes telling you to do it. Not wanting to perform another scene now in front of the valet, you got inside the fancy McLaren. Your feet thanked you for the much-needed rest after the little sprint.

He removed his suit jacket, got in the driver's side, and drove off.

"I swear, you're not going to be jobless, you can stop with the bouncy leg" A hint of a laugh in his voice. Of course, he could laugh about it, he was worth millions, if he lost his job that same night, he'd have enough money to live comfortably for two lives.

Your phone started ringing in your bag. Chirstian's face on your screen made your heart beat a thousand miles. You could almost hear him, his calm yet angry voice made your skin crawl.

"Don't answer him, there's no need"

"Lando, you don't get it, it's not that simple"

A ding on his phone and a pop-up notification on his console screen called your attention.

Zak: Fine, I'm ok with it, we can talk details tomorrow.

"See?" He said smiling at the notification. You stared at him confused.

"I promised him I would behave my best for the rest of my contract if they took you back. Welcome back to Mclaren" A big smile on his face. It was odd being on the receiving end of that smile.

"Sadly, you won't be working with me. You will be part of the team's PR, I think that's an even bigger paycheck, tho"

"Ok, stop stop stop" Your voice filled with slight panic. "What the fuck's happening?"

"Wow, your first bad word" He was way too entertained with the situation.

"That you know of" Your facade was off, screw being professional, this moment was a moment for panic.

Christian's number shined on your screen again.

"Hello" You finally answered.

"Y/N, I just got a thousand messages from Max, and from the team at the event, what's going on?"

"Christian, Max lost it after some journalist asked him about Kelly, I had clearly said no questions about that were allowed"

"You should not have left Max to leave the party, we need him back there"

"I tried to stop him but-"

"No buts, Y/n, that's your job"

"No"

"What?"

"No, that's not my job, I'm not a babysitter, I'm a PR agent, I should not be dealing with tantrums and the equivalent of being spit in the face by an angry baby just because he's Max Verstappen"

You took a deep breath as the man on the other side of the phone kept quiet. Netflix would kill to have footage of this situation.

"I quit" You finally said

"What?" His high-pitched voice told you he was as surprised as you by the words leaving your mouth. You turned to look a Lando, he had the biggest smile on his face.

"I quit, Christian. I can stop by to sign my resignation tomorrow."

"But-"

"I'm sorry but I have to go now. I will stop by your office tomorrow to sign whatever is needed and to return my credentials. Have a good night" You hung up with shaky hands. As much as you sounded confident you were screaming inside.

"Nice" Lando's accent so thick.

"Oh my God" You placed your head between your legs and took deep breaths, trying not to faint.

"It's ok, it will all be ok" You felt his hand run softly up and down your back which felt weirdly soothing and calming.

You finally felt calm enough to lift your head, realizing he had pulled over at a truck stop next to the highway.

"What the fuck just happened?" You closed your eyes, the world felt as if it was spinning out of orbit.

"It will be ok, you were amazing"

"I will regret this tomorrow"

"I could help you with that" he said under his breath, you barely catching his words.

"What?"

"Never mind. Listen, you'll be fine, you'll join the team for the next season, and you can take this time as a well-deserved vacation"

"What are you talking about? Maybe Zak only told you that so you would stop bothering him. I can't wait until the next season. Oh my God, I need to call Christian back, if I apologize and explain that I was drunk or something he might not fire me" you said as you fumbled with your phone trying to get your shaky hands to get your calls.

"Stop, no, Y/n" In a swift move, Lando took your phone from your hand.

"Give it back! This is all your fault!"

"What?!"

"If you had stayed out of this I might have convinced Max to go back to the party and none of this had happened" You said as you almost jumped over him to get your phone back as he moved his hand around keeping you away from it.

"Oh c'mon, you wouldn't have lasted two more weeks with his annoying ass, I love Max but he's a pain" He sounded way too entertained by all this.

"Lando, stop it! Give me back my phone!"

"No, you have to calm down"

"No, give it back" you were almost kneeling over the seat.

"Y/n, stop"

"No"

"Y/n!"

"NO, GIVE IT-" Before you could finish your sentence his free hand grabbed you from your neck and pulled you toward him, his lips crashed into yours, finally getting you to stop moving. You even stopped breathing.

After a couple of seconds or hours, you weren't sure anymore, he let go of the fist he had formed around your hair and pulled back. His cheeks flushed as if he had been the one who had gotten kissed out of nowhere.

"Have I been drugged? Am I hallucinating? This has to be a weird trip"

His particular laugh sent chills down your spine.

"C'mon, it wasn't my best job but I'm not used to kissing people as they're having a panic attack, I needed you to calm down"

"And kissing me was the best you could come up with?"

"You're not thinking about your phone or Christian anymore, are you?"

"You're sick"

"Listen, I'm sorry I did it like that, ok? I stepped over a boundary and I apologize, but I know that after this you might hate me for the rest of your life and this seemed like the only moment I was going to be able to do it, so I'm sorry but not really"

"You can't go around kissing people just because"

"I didn't do it just because"

"What?"

"Y/N, I'm fucking in love with you!" He screamed.

"What?" Your voice is barely a whisper

"I'm sorry, I was dumb ok?"

"I'm not getting any of this"

"Ok, I'll explain. It took me about 2 months to fall head over heels for you, ok? You're smart, incredibly beautiful, funny, and so good at your job, it was hard not to fall in love with you. But I know I can be an asshole, so trying to stay away from you and not ruin everything I behaved like an even bigger asshole, pushing you away and into Red Bull's arms. So as an apology, I've been having talks with Zak. this has been going on for months. So no this just didn't come up, Max just made it easier for me to set the plan in motion"

You stared at his proud face in awe.

"Are you breathing?" He asked when not. single sound had left your body for a long time.

"You're in love with me?"

"Um yeah" He blushed and almost looked away but he didn't.

"For the two years we worked together, you were in love with me?"

"Yeah, basically"

"You have a shitty way of showing love"

"Sorry" he laughed under his breath

"You're nuts"

"I know" As soon as he saw you had calmed down he stretched his hand softly caressing your cheek. "I'm nuts for you"

"Ew, don't"

He laughed, the sound making you feel something new.

"I don't know"

"What?"

"What's going on"

"Maybe another kiss might help? I'm actually asking this time"

"Ok" You answered in a low whisper.

"Ok" He softly whispered as he took you by the neck, and pulled you toward him. It was a mutual kiss now, your lips dancing with his. His tongue traced your lips and they parted allowing your tongue to start a fight with his.

The kiss heated up as his other hand grabbed your hips and pulled you over him. Your ass pressed on the horn startling both of you and making you laugh, but quickly you returned to your make-out session.

His hand shily traveled down your spine and stopped over the soft satin fabric covering your ass. You knew exactly what he was trying to test, so you moved yours down his chest, feeling his racing heart, and traveled down all the way to his pants. You could feel his growing bulge and gave it a squeeze. He moaned deeply and gave a slap to your ass, making you moan too.

You were about to unbuckle his belt but his hand landed over yours.

"Wait, do you actually want to do this?" he asked out of breath.

"Yes" Your voice shaky from the excitement.

"Are you sure? I don't want to force you or-"

"Lando, I want you to fuck me"

Your words sent an electric shock through his body, you could even feel his dick twitch under your hand.

"I'm all yours" He smiled and moved his lips to your neck, you threw your head back giving him space to explore it and its sensitive areas. He gave soft bites around it, as he stretched to the glove compartment getting a condom out of it.

"You're a manwhore"

"I was just manifesting this"

"Sure" you answered squinting your eyes.

"I promise, You can ask Oscar, I've not had sex for months"

"I don't need to know that"

"Yeah you do, I swear I wasn't going to use this with anyone else, I promise"

He was most likely lying, but you decided to believe him, at least for tonight.

"Fine" You said as you took the condom from his hand and opened it as your lips went back to his.

He helped you by pulling down his pants and his boxers enough for his throbbing cock to spring out and slap his stomach.

"Hello Mr. Norris" You said with a cheeky smile

"Don't act so surprised"

"Sorry"

He now took the hem of your dark blue dress and pulled it over your hips, softly caressing the soft flesh of your thighs and ass. He moaned at the feeling of no underwear under it.

"You're naughty"

"There's a lot of things you don't know about me"

"I love it" He said and bit your lower lip as he placed you over his hard cock. You took the condom and without breaking the kiss you rolled it over his dick, enjoying the feeling of the heat and the veins that ran through it.

He couldn't wait any longer and as soon as he felt the condom in place he lifted his hips entering you in one deep thrust making you moan loudly from the incredible feeling of being so full.

"Fuck, Lando" you said as he started thrusting. A slow yet hard pace made your eyes roll to the back of your head, as he held you one hand by the neck the other one caressing your ass.

"Fuck, you're so fucking perfect" He moaned against your tits that were spilling out your dress.

He took one of your nipples in his mouth, pushing you closer to your release.

You had forgotten when was the last time you had sex, but none of your previous experiences could compare to this one. Lando being a manwhore was quite a benefit.

His hips hitting against yours at such a perfect pace was driving you crazy. He could tell by the way you were pulsing around him that you were close. This was probably a record and he was going to savor it.

He brought one of his hands down to your clit and just a couple of circles helped by how wet you were pushed you over the edge, loudly moaning his name in his ear. That sweet sound looped in his brain, making him reach his climax shortly after.

"Fuck" he finally said after you two had reached a decent breathing pace.

"Shit"

"Fourth curse word of the night"

"Shut it" You said as you pushed yourself off his chest and kissed him.

"I'm going to love having you around again"

"Me too"

"Well, Max was right about one thing" A cheeky grin on his face.

"What?"

"You're such a good fuck"

"You're a dick" You slapped his chest as he pulled you back to kiss him.

This was probably going to be a mess, but at least for a couple of months you were unemployed and free to date whoever you wanted, that included F1 drivers who would probably be off limits once your contract started, but that was a problem for your versions of the future.

Tag List: @wtrmlnsgr94, @ricsaigaslec, @ironmaiden1313, @formulas-bitch,

[writting-stuff-sometimes]

So hear me out...

It's your first Mclaren event as Lando's girlfriend, you've been so nervous since he told you about it, searching for the perfect dress, makeup, and hairdo.

The moment he saw you in a dressy summer dress, with soft hints of papaya and blue to match the brand, his heart started racing. It took all his self-control not to take you right then and there because he knew if he did, you would be late, and for his boss's birthday that wasn't an option.

Everybody was being so nice to you, making you feel so welcome.

The photo was snapped by Lily. A proud smile on Lando's face, as he admired you talking so confidently, he was aware of how nervous you had been, and seeing you having such a good time in such a natural way made him so happy. You were next to him, one of his engineers sitting beside you. A fun conversation flowed between you, the engineer, and his partner.

Moments after the pic was taken he moved his hand from his knee to grab and softly caress your thigh, it was his way of showing everyone you were his and his only.

When Lily sent the pic to you she typed: "I thought you would love this pic, I do. I could swear hearts were coming out of his eyes"

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Just a quick blurb that came to my head as I saw this pic.

Tag List: @wtrmlnsgr94, @ricsaigaslec, @ironmaiden1313, @formulas-bitch,

[writting-stuff-sometimes]

Just for a second - Lando x fem reader

Summary: Y/N "dated" Lando for a while but life happens and sometimes it isn't a fairy tale.

Warnings: Fluff and a sad ending.

Word Count: 17K

Notes: Please, no second part requests. This is me trying to deal with personal stuff I don't know how to work out, and writing helps me get it out. I wrote it in a rush so excuse the mistakes.

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An Instagram DM request caught your attention, when clicking on the notification his name froze you. You doubted about opening it.

After panicking for a couple of minutes you finally did.

LvNg4Lf Hey, I will be in Italy next week. Can I take you out for some dinner?

Your heart rushed a million miles an hour.

You had kept yourself busy for the last year to keep him out of your mind, but the moment his stupid face and name appeared on your phone it all came back.

"Y/n? Are you ok?" Ana, your best friend and roommate asked softly as if not to scare you.

"Sorry, yes" you answered matching her tone

"Are you sure? You're biting your nails again"

You removed your hand from your mouth.

"He messaged me"

"Who?" You just stared at her. "Oh hell no, what does he want?"

"He will be here next week, he wants to buy me dinner"

"Why?"

"Don't know"

"What did you say?"

"I haven't answered"

"Are you going?"

"I don't know"

"How do you feel?"

"I don't know, I thought a year would be enough to get over it, but I guess not" you said signaling your bitten nails.

"I don't know what to tell you"

"It's ok, I don't know what I need to hear"

"Do you want me to stay?"

"Hell, no, it's your anniversary dinner. You go, I will be fine"

"Are you sure, I can tell-"

"Go" You pushed her off the couch "Say hi to Leo from me. Have fun"

"Ok, but message me if you need anything"

"I won't and you know it, go!" You pushed her out the door and sat back on the couch, your phone on the coffee table. How could something so insignificant as a message have you losing your mind?

You and Lando had met in the UK at a Quadrant shooting, your boss was in charge of the art department for the shooting but that weekend he had caught a bad cold, and after the pandemic, anything close to the mild flu meant someone else had to take the job and that's how you found yourself in a meeting room with Lando, Max and the rest of the creative team.

It was an instant click, he was funny, and smart, and much to your surprise he had a good eye for colors, textures, and lighting, he was clearly an amateur but better than a few of your "professional" coworkers.

The shooting was long but so entertaining and with such an amazing vibe between you and Lando, when he offered to drive you to your hotel you didn't hesitate and said yes.

It was all super friendly, both of you talking about everything and nothing at the same time, you sat in his car talking well past 5 am.

The next morning you got an Instagram follow request from a weird account and a DM request.

LvNg4Lf Hi, it's Lando, last night was so much fun, it was amazing working with you. I would love to invite you to lunch and talk about future projects. This is my personal account, please don't share it.

The next day the group chat was exploding with messages asking you for details about your hot night with the F1 driver, but there was nothing to tell, it had been all innocent.

The dates started as innocent work meetings but slowly the topics drifted from work to more personal stuff, then the Instagram DMs became more and more frequent, and before you realized you started seeing each other for movie nights and dinner dates. The first kiss happened one night after dinner, he was dropping you off at your flat. He had been weird all night as if something was bothering him, you were worried something was wrong.

"Thanks so much for dinner" You said as he helped you out of his car. "Please let me know when-" He pulled you hard against him placing his hand on your cheek.

"Don't hate me, please" He whispered, and joined your lips shyly.

You kissed him back, it was as natural as all those dates. His soft lips against yours felt amazing.

"I'm sorry" he said out of breath as his forehead rested against yours.

"Don't" You gave a quick peck to his lips.

Just a kiss was shared that night, even when your body was asking for more, and judging by the bulge pressing against your hip, he was craving more too, but neither of you wanted to rush it.

It was just a situationship but it was intense. You kept it down on the low, only your roommate and best friend, and his best friend knew about it. You could see how everyone treated the other "WAGS" and your mental stability wasn't ready for that kind of pressure, especially when you didn't even know what was happening.

He was flying straight back to London after every race, staying over at your house or you going to his, spending as much time together as you could. Movie nights and romantic dinners in either of your places were the usual, but you didn't care about not being outside. His arms around your body, him kissing your forehead, neck, and lips, was better than any date outside, you couldn't keep your hands off each other and didn't want to risk being caught in public.

You were falling, and falling hard. Once you even flew to surprise him at a doubleheader, spending one amazing week with him, living the full F1 experience.

His personal brand had reached a high peak and his management advised him to move to Monaco, it was a good economic decision. He was so excited when he told you about it as he showed you the apartment he had just leased, but all you could think about was what about the "relationship"?

It was the post-sex rush that made him ask you to move with him to Monaco, but it wasn't that easy. You loved your job, and you had worked so hard to get to the position you had now, leaving the country for a situationship wasn't the smartest idea, especially when he wasn't sure about going public or even formalizing. Another suggestion from his team. His Playboy era had proved to be a great marketing strategy, his merch sales had increased the moment he broke up with his last girlfriend, so getting into a relationship was strongly discouraged.

You spoke about it once, but in the end, moving with him or him staying in London was out of the question.

You avoided the topic for the last couple of weeks you were together. He spent his last night in the UK at your place, since his place had been emptied. It was as lovely as every night you had been together, but you couldn't shake away the bitter taste of him leaving and not knowing what would come next,

"We will find a way to make this work, ok?" He whispered against your lips as you said your goodbyes.

"Promise?"

"Yes" he kissed you deeply, biting your lip one last time.

He got in his car and drove off.

You kept in touch, facetime was your best friend for a few weeks, but slowly the communication started to lessen. He had a lot of work with Quadrant and the races, and you received an offer to lead the company's office in Italy which kept you crazy busy.

You moved to Italy a couple months after he had left for Monaco. Thank God, your best friend found a way to move with you thanks to her remote work, keeping you company whenever you needed to vent about your situationship. Around that time you were messaging just a couple times every couple of weeks.

Slowly whatever you had faded away, and even when you still had feelings for him, you did your best to keep yourself busy trying to bury whatever you felt under tons of work and meaningless dates.

But now, his message pulled all those feelings back up, and they were as strong as they were a year ago.

Y/USERNAME Y/workadress, on Friday I'm off at 5

LvNg4Lf Great, see you on Friday

Thank God, Ana spent the rest of the week at her boyfriend's, when she texted you asking about Lando you just replied "I'm not sure yet", she had such a strong mom vibe she would've rushed home just to talk to you about it, ruining Leo's anniversary plans.

"Y/n, somebody's waiting for you in the lobby" one of your workmates said as she entered the meeting room, a cheeky grin on her face.

"Thanks, Lis" You gattered your things nervously.

"Who's the cutie?"

"An old friend" you said escaping her interrogation, you were anxious enough to also worry about the office gossiping about your relationships.

The moment the elevator doors opened you recognized him, his back was facing your way, but the curls were unforgettable, and his arms those damn arms.

"Hey" you softly said standing behind him.

"Hi" A big smile on his face as he took you in his arms.

You hugged him back, it was as if no time had passed. He was bigger, stronger, and his back was broader, but still, your body fitted inside his embrace like a glove, and his scent, you had missed it so much.

He took your bag and jacket as he walked you to his car. Inside he handed you his phone.

"What?" You asked confused, he was usually the designated DJ.

"Your address"

"Why?"

"You need to pack for the weekend"

"What? I thought we were just having dinner"

"Do you trust me?" he stared at you making your heart rush.

"Calm down, Aladdin"

His particular laugh melted your heart, you hadn't realized how much you missed that sound.

You typed your address and started the route.

You shared small talk, he asked you about your day at work and you asked about his trip there.

"Go, I will wait here, I need to make a couple calls" He opened the door and offered his hand to help you out.

"What should I pack for?"

"Whatever you might need for a weekend, if anything is missing we can buy it, now go" He kissed your forehead and took out his phone as you rushed up to your apartment.

You took a quick shower, shaved, and trimmed where it was needed, not that you were expecting anything to happen, as far as you knew this was all friendly, but you didn't want to get caught offward.

"Holly shit, you're not going to believe who I saw-" Ana barged into your room as you were searching for a dress in your closet.

"-what are you doing?" She asked approaching the suitcase on your bed. You just turned and gave a nervous smile. "He invited you to have dinner, and you weren't even sure you were going, now you're packing?"

"Well..."

"Why are you packing? Are you escaping, want to jump in my car's trunk?"

"I'm not escaping, I'm not sure, he just told me to pack for the weekend"

"What if he's kidnapping you to take you to Monaco, should I call the police?"

"I'm not going to Monaco!"

"Not yet" A hint of sadness in her voice.

"I'm not, I swear, we're just doing something that I'm not sure what it is, but I'm not moving anywhere."

"Well, I guess the only thing we're sure about is that sex is part of the plan" She said pulling out the Victoria's Secret set you had packed.

"You never know" you answered with a cheeky smile.

You finished packing and rushed to the door.

"Please take care, be careful, and call me if you need anything, I will send the Italian troops your way immediately"

"Thanks, I will keep you posted" You hugged her and rushed downstairs, Lando placed your bag on the back of his truck and started driving without a map.

"Are you telling me where are we going?" You interrupted the conversation.

"Nope" A proud grin on his face.

"Are we going to Monaco?" You asked shyly.

"Do you want to go to Monaco?" He turned to look at you, some seriousness on his face.

"I'm just asking" You turned your blushing cheeks towards the passenger window.

You kept a casual conversation, the nerves were fading away but then he placed his hand on your thigh, and your breath hitched, it was a normal gesture when you were together, but now it felt like your leg was on fire.

A little over two hours later you were driving on a dirt road toward a lit-up old-style chalet.

He took both your bags, placed the code on the pad at the door and a beautiful living room appeared. It was one of those fairytale-like chalets.

"Follow me" He walked up some stairs to the only room in the house.

"One room?"

"I didn't think you would mind us sharing a bed. If you don't feel like it, I can sleep on the sofa" A hint of shame in his voice.

"No!" you said a little too loud. "I mean, I just... this is all just a surprise, that's it" You walked towards the bed and sat on it. He placed the bags next to the closet and walked towards you, he sneaked between your legs and you hugged him by the waist as his hands wrapped around your shoulders.

"Want to explore before it gets darker?" He kissed your hair.

"Sure" You followed him through the back door.

It was such a beautiful place, a jacuzzi was just outside the living room door, facing the Italian countryside. Not a single sign of other people for miles and miles.

He took your hand, intertwining your fingers as you walked through the dimly lit path. The conversation was about it all, your new job, the F1 season so far, just like old times.

Night fell and you walked back to the chalet, the full moon giving you enough light not to need the phone flashlight.

You prepared dinner and sat in the living room to watch a movie. After you finished eating you found yourself leaning against his chest, Aladdin playing on the flat screen as his fingers softly played with your hair, and yours traced the veins on his arm around your waist. A knot in your throat, you missed this so much.

As Aladdin was kissing Princess Jazmine after defeating Jafar his finger found your chin, turning it softly towards him. You stared deep into his eyes, your breath hitched when his tongue traced his lips. You moved your hand to cup his cheek and pulled him to join your lips. The kiss was soft, but filled with emotion.

His tongue entered your mouth as you turned your body to face him completely. His hands found your thighs guiding you to straddle him.

"Are you sure about this?" He asked breaking the kiss, as much as he was dying to be with you he wanted to make sure you were ok.

"Yes" you answered leaving a soft kiss on his nose.

That was all he needed to hear and in no time you were naked, his lips traveling to the places he missed the most. The moment he entered you it was as if you were two pieces from the same puzzle.

Magical, wasn't enough to describe the weekend. You had sex in every single surface of that chalet as if you were trying to make up for lost time. Even the sex in the jacuzzi was amazing, you had heard a ton of stories discouraging you from doing it in the water but it had been one of the best experiences in your life.

It was the early hours of Sunday, and you had to leave the chalet that afternoon. Your head on Lando's chest as his fingers traced figures on your back. A sudden feeling of sadness took over your body. A couple tears escaped your eyes.

"Y/n?" Lando took your face when he felt a warm tear on his chest and you sobbed silently.

"I'm ok" You said trying to sound normal.

"Come here" He sat up, his back against the headboard and he pulled you to straddle him, this time it wasn't sexual, he just needed you close. His face showed he was as unsure as you were, bringing more tears to your eyes.

"I know" he softly said as you laid your head on his chest and finally let the tears fall freely.

When the tears had eased you lifted your head back. Seeing your red eyes and nose broke his heart.

"You're thinking the same, right?" You lowly asked as you saw his eyes starting to water.

"Complicated?" his voice hoarsed from the tears he was holding back.

"Yes"

"You seem happy in Italy"

"You seem happy in Monaco"

He nodded and you leaned your head back on his chest as fresh tears fell from your eyes.

"Having you by my side would make me happier" he softly said as his fingers played with your hair.

"Same"

You knew that for now, this was impossible. As much as you loved being with him, you loved your work, your life in Italy was amazing and you couldn't ask him to do something you weren't willing to do yourself. Maybe you didn't love him as much as you thought, but why was this hurting so much? You could feel your heart breaking into a million pieces as his chest moved in a way that let you know he was crying too.

"I'm sorry" He whispered

"Don't, it was amazing, it's just...life"

"This fucking life"

"Ok" you took a deep breath and whipped your cheeks. "We still have a few hours, let's make the most of them"

He smiled, his eyes still shining from the tears, which made you sigh. "But first" He kissed your neck. "One more?" he pulled you down grinding your body against his growing bulge.

"Let's see if we can fit two" You smiled against his lips and hugged his neck.

After leaving the chalet you stopped by a small trattoria, eating slowly, enjoying every bite. Back on the road he was driving the speed limit, trying to spend the most time together.

He parked next to your car.

"I'll help you with it" He said as he stopped you from taking your bag.

"It's ok" You tried to reach for it.

"I insist" he took a step back.

"Lan, I can do it, please" You looked up at him, your eyes watery again.

"But..."

"Thanks for this, it was magical, but I think it's time" You tried to hold back the tears, he was doing the same. He didn't say a word but handed you your suitcase.

You hugged him hard. He breathed in your scent, trying to lock it in his memory and you did the same with his.

The garage door opening interrupted the moment.

He whipped your tears and you did the same with his.

He kissed your lips softly, you knew the three words he was holding back because you were holding them back too.

"Good luck next weekend"

"Thanks, good luck at work"

You said goodbye as if you were seeing each other soon just to make it less painful, but the truth was completely different.

He watched you walk towards the elevator. you saw a faint smile on his face as the door closed.

The moment your appartment door closed Ana rushed to you, hugging you hard when she saw the heavy tears falling from your eyes.

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Hi everyone! Finally a master list. I never thought I could write more than a few stories, but here we are. Thanks for all your nice comments, likes, and reblogs, they're greatly appreciated. Will try to keep this up to date.

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Lando Norris

Or you just told us to do it...

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Treat you better

Night in Vegas 🔥

Just for a second (sad ending) We should be best friends too. Part 1 |

Play with fire Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 🔥 (Part 3 is smutty)

Just a mistake 🔥 Part 1 | Part 2

Lovers at Coachella 🔥

Nightmare in Miami (Warning violence)

Charles Leclerc

Fake it till you make it Christmas time

Be Brave 🔥

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Not your type 🔥

One night only...🔥

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We should be best friends too Lando X Fem reader

Summary: Y/n is Pietra's best friend, she considers Max to be a nice guy, but who she really can't stand is Max's best friend, Lando. At Max's birthday party, Pietra asks just one thing, an easy, fun night, but with Y/N and Lando in the same room, this is almost impossible.

Warnings: Bad words and alcohol.

Word Count: 15K Notes: I suck at second parts, so I'm taking my time with the pt2 of "Playing with fire". In the meantime, here's something new. As always, feedback is greatly appreciated! Thanks for all your comments,

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"He's coming, isn't he?"

"Y/n, it's Max's best friend, please, please, please, no fights tonight"

"He's the one that always started them!"

"And you were amazing at going along instead of being the grownup and letting it go"

"Excuse me, who's your best friend?!"

"You, but please, just tonight, can you be extra patient with Lando?"

"I'll try"

Pietra had been dating Max for a year now, and it took four months for you to hate Lando. Almost every night you were together ended with a fight between you two. _____________________________

"Hey Mate, happy birthday!" You didn't need to turn to look at the door to recognize the voice owner. You sighed in annoyance.

"Friend of yours, I assume?" the guy standing in front of you, and whom you had been flirting with for the last hour, said with a sarcastic smile.

"Best friend" you rolled your eyes.

To keep your promise to Pietra you tried to stay away from Lando as much as possible and focus on the cute guy in front of you.

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"Let me get you a refill" Your date took the glass from your hand.

"Thanks"

"My pleasure" he winked at you and then leaned in to place a soft, quick peck on your lips. So far, the night seemed to be going better than expected, no interactions with Lando, and sex with a cute guy was coming your way.

"Isn't he a gentleman?!" His mocking voice was even more annoying.

You took a deep breath before turning around to face Lando.

"Fuck you"

"What's with the cursing? I was just making a statement, you seem to have great taste in men"

"Wish I could say the same about your date" You threw a quick glance toward the blond girl who had been all over Lando for the last 45 minutes, she had done nothing to you but you already disliked her and the childlike way she was giggling with her friends, probably talking about him.

"Ouch"

"Just move and stay away from..." you tried to walk past him but your stupid heel got caught on the carpet. Everything happened so fast. The Brit caught you mid-air, his arms around your waist as your hands fell on his torso, his black shirt was unbuttoned at the top, so your hand was against his skin.

"You ok?" You could have sworn you heard concern in his voice.

The tight grip on your waist and the feeling of his warm skin under your hand seemed to be a little too much for your alcohol-intoxicated brain to voice out a response, so you just nodded.

"If you wanted to cup a feel you could've just asked, you know you have a free pass"

And there he was again, the annoying self-centered prick.

"Please, don't flatter yourself, I would choose planking face first on the floor over this, any day." You pushed him hard, trying to shake away the feeling of his touch.

“And hurt that gorgeous face of yours?” His finger softly traced your cheek, down to your chin, but you pulled away “I would never let that happen. Also, I’ve been told my arms are nice and cozy.” He crossed his arms over his chest, making them seem even bigger.

“Too bad they are attached to a huge self-centered piece of shit like you!”

"Wow" Max's voice startled you. You had said that last phrase as the music changed from one song to another, so every person in the room had heard you, including the cute guy, who was now standing a couple steps away, staring at you.

"Y/n" the disappointed look on your best friend's face broke your heart a little.

"I'm sorry, P." You walked past Lando, took your bag, and left the flat.

A couple tears streamed down your face, falling on your cell screen as you searched for an Uber to take you home.

"Fuck!" you mouthed when the No cars Available text appeared on your screen. You closed the app and opened it again, wishing for a miracle. It was almost 2 am on a Tuesday, and getting an Uber in the middle of the suburbs was a nightmare, you walked to the end of the street, praying that from there, it would be easier to get a car, but again, nothing.

You closed your eyes and took deep breaths, trying to ease the tears, but the frustration and embarrassment were too strong.

A couple minutes later a car stopped right in front of you, from the engine sound it was a sports car, and you knew exactly who it belonged to. The driver's door opened, and you heard him walk towards you.

"Y/n" his voice was low.

"Go away" You didn't turn to look at him, your eyes were probably bloodshot from the tears, and you've had enough humiliation for one night. You opened the Uber app again to keep your sight down.

"Y/n, I'll take you home, come on" He walked to the passenger door and opened it.

"I'd rather crawl there" You answered bluntly.

Like a cruel joke, a sudden gust of wind blew against your body, and goosebumps covered your skin, it was unusually cold for July. As you walked to the threshold of the building, searching for some shelter, the bottoms of your feet reminded you of the heels you were wearing, if you dared to walk back home you might have to do it barefoot.

"Unless you're planning on going back inside, or a car has magically appear on the app..."

"How could I walk back inside there?" You cut him off "I just made a complete fool of myself because of you!" You finally turned to see him as a couple of tears threatened to fall from your eyes again. He looked down at the floor, he seemed embarrassed.

"Then please get in the car, I'll take you home...you don't have to talk to me if you don't want to" He offered you his hand.

You stared at him, he seemed honest and embarrassed. You hated yourself, the puppy eyes were actually working?

"Please, P and Max would kill me if I let you go home alone."

You sighed loudly and walked towards the car. You ignored his stretched-out hand, trying to make a statement, that you were doing it against your will.

As you got inside the car his scent hit you hard, you always claimed he used way too much cologne, but now it seemed nice, warm, almost pleasant, maybe finally being out of the cold was playing tricks on your mind.

The sound of his door shutting pulled you back from your thoughts.

When the car didn't move, you turned to look at him to find him staring back at you.

"What?" you asked in a low voice.

"The seatbelt" he answered as if it was obvious.

"Oh" you turned to pull on it as he started the car and drove away.

It was a quiet drive. From time to time, you discretely turned to look at Lando, whom you always thought was one of those annoying guys with sports cars that would find every little chance to show off, but he seemed to be a decent driver.

Your phone vibrated in your bag.

Pietra💗: Are you ok?

Y/n: Yes, I'm on my way home, I'm so sorry P 😔

Pietra 💗: Don't worry about it, Lando picked you up? He said he was going out to look for you.

Y/n: Yes 😒

Pietra 💗: Good, let me know when you get home, please don't kill him, he's truly embarrassed about how he behaved.

Y/n: Can't promise anything

"Pietra?"

"Yes" You answered without taking your eyes off the phone screen.

"Good to know I have witnesses in case I go missing" He looked at you with a mischievous grin as if you were great friends and this was an inside joke.

You turned to look at him, your face anything but friendly. Why was he acting like you were there because you were friends and not because he had been an asshole?

"Oook" He said in a low whisper and kept his attention on the road.

A few minutes later you heard a breathy laugh from the driver.

"What now?" You asked, breaking the silence.

"You look like a chihuahua"

"Excuse me?"

"You're trembling so much. Maybe you should have worn something more clothy" He stared down at your outfit, black shorts, a lacey bralette, and a matching black blazer.

"I was supposed to spend the night inside a flat"

"But you decided to throw a tantrum like a five-year-old and run out"

"It was all your fault! If you had stayed away from me, right now I would've been with..." You cut yourself off.

"With Mr. Charming?" He turned to look at you. "You just met him tonight." His tone was filled with judgment.

"Why do you care?" You turned to look at him with a raised brow. For some reason, the question threw him off balance, it was nice to be on the other end of the jokes and the messing around.

"Do you want me to care?" He turned to look at you when he stopped at a red light, your winning punch was short-lived.

"Pff, please." You were about to turn away when a sudden movement caught your attention. He turned his body towards you and his hand went behind your headrest. He stared at you deeply, and you stared back. What was he doing? He slowly moved towards you, and your breath quickened as you felt your body get warmer, why was he getting closer? Your mind screamed to move away, but your body didn't move an inch.

Your breath got caught in your throat when he was just inches away from your face.

"Here, put this on before you freeze" he whispered lowly, pulling a hoodie from behind your seat, his breath warmly caressing your blushing face. You stared at him confused.

"What?" He asked, a cocky grin on his face.

"Fuck you"

"If only I had a swear jar." He placed the hoodie on your lap and put the car in movement when the light changed to green.

You contemplated throwing the hoodie back to him, but the cold was teeth chattering, so you got it on. The smell of his cologne intensified, and it felt... it felt nice. You hated how much you seemed to like it. Maybe he had changed colognes, usually, you would find it repulsive.

He turned on the radio, that stupid grin still on his face.

You were getting close to your house, a weird feeling in your chest. Was it sadness? Why would you feel sad about getting home?

Suddenly, the car turned towards a Starbucks drive-thru.

"What are you doing?"

"You're still trembling and I'm out of hoodies, maybe coffee will help you get warm"

He got to the speaker and ordered your favorite drink and a hot chocolate for him.

“How did you know?”

“That coffee gets you warm? It’s basic knowledge, I know you think I’m stupid, but I know things, you know?”

“How do you know my coffee order?”

“Oh, umm the weekend you and Pietra stayed at my house in Mónaco I ordered coffee and P told me what you liked”

“It’s been ages since that happened"

“Yeah..." A weird look on his face, as if he had been caught red-handed. He turned to look away as he approached the window to receive the order.

"Here"

You took the warm cup off his hand. Who was this person?

You held the cup close to your body, giving in to the heat.

"Thanks" You smiled back at him.

"No problem" He drove off as you took a sip from the warm, delicious liquid.

"Is it working?"

"It is, it's nice... why are you doing this?"

"I don't want you to get sick"

"Why?"

"Because being sick sucks?"

"Why are you being nice?" You insisted

"I don't get the question"

"You've never been this nice to me. You're usually picking on me and... being annoying"

"I'm not"

"Yes, you are. You're always calling me names, saying I'm spoiled, uptight, a control freak, you also mock the guys I go out with, the music I listen to, the movies I like..."

"Weeeellll, you started with the name calling"

"Me?!"

"Uuh, yes"

“When?!”

“P’s birthday party last year”

“We had only known each other for like a month back then. What could I've done to you? I didn’t even talk to you that day."

“Well, it wasn’t TO me, but it was about me.”

You stared at him confused, and he continued.

“A friend of yours asked if you liked F1 and you said hell naw, they’re just a bunch of nepo babies that only know how to spin a wheel” He tried to mimic your voice. You were about to protest but he was right.

“In my defense, that was a private conversation... and the world does not revolve around you, I wasn't talking about you, I was talking about all the drivers"

“We’ll you were at a public party, and that statement doesn't really help your case"

You stared down at the coffee cup between your hands. This was embarrassing. Was all this feud with him your fault? You could have sworn he had started it, damn! You were a hundred percent sure it was his fault.

“Why do you hate us drivers so much?”

“It’s not you, it’s the sport… my ex was a big fan, and it ended up bad with him so..."

"...the breakup wasn't my fault" you quickly added.

"I didn't think it was" He tried to cover a mocking smile with his chocolate cup.

"Yeah, right" You rolled your eyes as a faint smile sneaked from your lips.

"Well, too bad an idiot made you hate us all"

It was seriously embarrassing, you could've sworn you were over the stupid breakup with Evan, but he seemed to still find ways to ruin your life even in an indirect way.

"I ...I'm sorry"

"That's new" He joked

"Don't make me regret saying that"

"Sorry" His big smile was kind of cute.

"But really, I'm sorry I was mean, I should not have projected my breakup on you"

"Well..." He parked in front of your building and turned off the engine. "I'm sorry I was childish and tried to get you to like me by bullying you, I swear I'm out of my 6-year-old phase"

"You wanted me to like you?"

"Yeah, you're my best mate's girlfriend's best friend, so if we're going to see each other so much, we should be best friends too. Also, you're actually nice, you don't have bad taste in music..."

"And I have a gorgeous face... your words, not mine"

The curly hair bounced as he laughed at your comment, and you could swear you saw him blushing.

"And you have a really, REALLY gorgeous face"

"Thanks" You framed your face with your hands in an exaggerated flirty way. "Sooo, drinking and driving is against the law even if it's nonalcoholic, and your house is far enough for your chocolate to get cold by the time you get there, as a peace offering, do you want to come up and finish our drinks in a warmer place?

"That would be nice" He smiled taking off his seatbelt fast, as if he was already waiting for the invitation.

He opened the car door for you and walked behind you, shielding your body from the cold British air. You had been so focused on hating him that you didn`t realize how polite and funny he was. It was like meeting a completely new person.

The elevator dinged, letting you know you had arrived at your floor. As you were about to walk out Lando grabbed your wrist and pulled you back in, making you clash against his chest, almost dropping your drink. He stared into your eyes, searching for any sign that you were uncomfortable. He must've seen the fire in his eyes reflected on yours, so he leaned in to kiss your lips, and you kissed him back.

The arm that held your cup wrapped around his neck as your free hand went to make a fist with his curls, one of his arms wrapped around your waist, and his free hand went to your neck, his fingers keeping a blood-rushing grip on it.

He broke the kiss and gave a soft bite to your lower lip.

"Sorry, couldn't help it" He sheepishly smiled as his hand moved from your neck to caress your cheek. "The sexual tension was killing me"

The elevator dinged again, and you were back down in the lobby. As the door opened, a young couple got on it. A knowing smile on their faces as they said hello.

You pushed the 7th-floor button again and stepped back against Lando's chest as he wrapped his arms around your waist. You could see the guy looking at the driver attentively.

"Hi, sorry to bother you, are you Lando Norris?"

"Yes" the Brit answered shyly.

"Damn, big fan, can I take a picture?"

"Sorry mate, I'm with my lady, but I can sign something for you if you want"

"Sure" He took a piece of paper from his wallet as the girl took a pen from her bag. "Thanks so much"

"Sure, mate, thanks for understanding"

The elevator dinged on their floor.

"Don't worry about it, have a good night." The couple exited and you turned to look at Lando as the elevator continued with its journey up.

"Your lady?" You asked with a raised brow.

"It sounds good, doesn't it?" He gave a small peck on your lips.

"I'll have to think about it" The elevator dinged again, and you took his hand, pulling him towards your apartment.

"Wait! Did you do all of this just so you could get inside my pants?" He pulled his shirt together, dramatically covering his chest, as you opened the apartment door.

"You wish." You answered as you pulled him inside.

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Play with fire- LN4 X Fem reader

Pairing: Lando x Y/n Fewtrell Warnings: None, pretty much just fluff. Notes: Quick blurb that just came to mind. As always, feedback is really appreciated and receiving requests,

"Ugh, you actually have to be here?" Max was 24 but when he talked to you it was as if you were 8 and 12 again.

"You didn't have to put your streaming shit in the tv room"

"You're not even watching the tv"

"You make me miss my siblings." Lando said as he leaned against the door with his hand full of chocolate chip cookies.

"Why did you have to move to Monaco, mate?" Max rolled his eyes and walked to his streaming set. He had moved back to the family home, claiming it was easier since he didn't have to clean, wash, or make his own meals, but you all knew it was because he didn't like to be alone, and when Lando decided to move, it took him a couple of weeks to realize the bachelor's life wasn't for him.

Max was busy getting everything ready for the stream, unaware of how Lando was making eyes with you as he walked towards his friend.

They started their stream, and you kept your attention on your phone.

"Hey, chat, you missed me?" Lando proudly smiled as tons of messages welcomed him back.

BobCat: I've missed you so much, Lan.

"Miss you too, BobCat"

BobCat: Those cookies look yummy.

"They're, want some?" a cheeky smile on his face.

BobCat: Sure, bring some 😏.

"Lando, you need to stop flirting with chat. How about we do some video reactions? Chat start sending videos so we can react to them, remember, keep it pg13!"

A couple minutes later, Lando stood up.

"Pause it"

"Where are you going?"

"I'm out of cookies." Lando said showing his empty hands innocently, and rushed to the kitchen.

When Lando came back, Max was too invested in laughing at a video where a poor puppy was rolling down some stairs, he didn't notice his friend approaching the gray sofa, his olive eyes focused on your figure warmly covered with a matching gray throw blanket.

"As promised" he lowly said as he stretched his arm to offer you cookies.

"Thanks" You took one, your hand softly brushing against his.

"Any time" he winked at you, and then walked to take his place next to your brother who started searching for another funny video to watch.

BobCat: Cookies are good.

A cheeky smile on Lando's face.

"Playing with fire, chat" Was all Lando said. Max was too used to chat making weird comments when Lando was around, so he just ignored it and clicked on a video from the list.

They continued with their stream, it had been almost two hours now.

"Lando, are you staying tonight" Your dad's voice made you all turn towards the door.

"Oh, no, I'm going home, thanks"

You felt a little pain in your chest at his answer.

You stayed for 20 more minutes and then decided it was time to go to bed.

"Keep it low, fart face" you said loud enough for it to be heard on stream, making everyone burst out laughing, including Lando.

"See you, Lan" You winked his way and walked to your room.

You were almost asleep when your window suddenly opened, a big black figure entered through it and a second later it fell on your floor.

"What the fuck?" You ran to the bedroom door when his voice stopped you.

"It's me, y/n, it's me" his voice was a low whisper but you recognized it immediately.

"Lando, what the fuck? You almost gave me a heart attack!" you rushed towards him to help him up.

"Sorry, climbing through windows, is definitely not my thing" he said rubbing his knee.

"Amongst other things"

"Hey!" The offended look on his face melted your heart.

"I'm kidding" You wrapped your arms around his waist as he wrapped his around your shoulders, placing a soft kiss on your hair.

"Ugh, I've waited all night for this." He inhaled deeply, the sweet smell of your shampoo was like a drug to him.

"I thought you were going home" you whispered against his chest.

"If I had said I was staying, I wouldn't be able to be here with you in my arms, instead I would've stayed next door... and your brother is not as soft as you, and he snores a lot."

"Lan, stop!" You slapped his chest softly "I'm already having a hard time believing you two are not secretly dating, and that you're just using me as a beard"

His breathy laugh made your head bounce over his chest.

"As much as I like your brother." he said kissing your forehead "You" then moved to kiss your temple "Are" a kiss to the corner of your eye " The" a kiss on your nose "Only" a kiss on your cheek "One" a kiss on your jaw "I" a kiss on your neck "Love" he finished his sentence against your lips, his words and his soft lips melting you in his arms.

The kiss quickly changed from soft and sweet to intense and needy.

He placed his hands strongly on your waist and you got the message, you jumped circling his waist with your legs.

Never stopping the tongue fight inside your mouths, Lando walked towards your bed, when he felt the mattress hit his knees he placed you softly over it.

You watched him get rid of his sweatshirt and his shirt as you did the same with your pajamas.

"Fucking gorgeous" his voice a bit too loud, as he admired your half-naked body.

"Shhh, they'll catch us!"

"Oh you're the one to talk, BobCat" he finished the sentence with a deep kiss.

"Please, Max it's completely oblivious, and I do like playing with fire"

"You know that we have to tell him, right?"

"Lan, my brother is the last thing I want to talk about when I'm about to have sex with my boyfriend"

"Right, my mistake" He said, climbing over your bed and settling between your legs, his favorite place in the world.

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Fake it till you make it - Charles x fem reader

AN: After all the posts about Charles and A from this weekend, I got this idea. Honestly, I just care about that situation because I'm nosey but don't have any real interest in it, just wanted to write this idea that popped into my head. I have no idea how tennis and sponsorships work, clearly. I lost the first draft which I liked better so I might edit this one if I remember details I missed.

Warnings: Mean social media, a bad word here and there.

Synopsis: Y/n is a talented tennis player, but has a reputation of being a party animal and that scares sponsors away, so if she wants to attend Wimbledon she's going to have to fake a relationship with a recently single golden boy.

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"You guys need to stop the bullshit and make this shit work" You always thought of this situation as a stupid game, but seeing Loraine's forehead vein about to burst reminded you that there was a lot on the line.

"But..." Charles was about to say something, from the redness on his face you knew he was as mad as the PR agent scolding you.

"No buts Charles, this is something to help you both, you knew what you were signing in to and you agreed to do this, we have 8 more months and we need this to work, so after today all I'm asking is for you to do what you're requested and stop being childish, agreed?"

You wanted to say no, maybe Charles had agreed to do this damn PR game but you were forced into it and found it stupid and insulting from your team to think that you needed to fake a relationship with some posh "athlete" to improve your image.

"I'm sorry Lor, but this is useless, we have nothing in common, ok? He drives in circles, how am I supposed to show interest in something I don't give two shits about?"

"Well, you're going to have to find a way if you want Puma to sponsor you, they're very concerned about the number of pictures of you partying and fooling around with guys all over the internet"

"They're my friends and I'm 25, they should care about what I do inside the court and not in my free time"

"And I wish I could spend the rest of my days enjoying the sun on a Spanish beach drinking margaritas but we can't all have what we want, can we?"

You were about to speak again when your "boyfriend" stood up swearing under his breath.

"Fine, whatever" he said before slamming the conference room door behind him.

Loraine let herself fall on the chair in front of you holding the bridge of her nose, it had been a long day and she was sick of it.

"Please, y/n, I wish I didn't have to do this either, but if you want to attend Wimbledon next year you're going to have to do this" She had been your pr agent for a little over a year now, and you had become friends, but this situation was idiotic.

"I just don't get it, why we couldn't do it with one of my friends? It would've been easier, at least they care about me, this guy couldn't care less, yesterday when we rode together to the track he said two words to me, "the seatbelt" and then complete silence the whole fucking ride"

"Yeah, well, the day he tried to invite you to train together you rejected him saying you were a real athlete and you didn't need him to get in the way of actual training"

You bit your cheek at the memory, in your defense, you were pretty hungover that morning and couldn't be bothered with this pr shit.

"Please?" Loraine looked at you with pleading eyes.

"Ugh, I'll try but I'm still not ok with this"

"I know, it's just until Wimbledon, you win that and this is all done"

"I don't like you right now" You stood up and walked to Charle's driver's room.

"Why should I be suffering when I'm not the one behaving like a toddler in a sugar rush?" Charles's voice made you stop as you were about to knock on his door.

"They want you to focus on your performance after the breakup"

"And me dating some brat is going to help? We need better strategies and upgrades"

"I know, and that's the team's job, but right now we just need you to focus on driving and try to convince the media that you're happily in love"

"It's going to be easier to win a fucking race in a tractor than look in love with her"

You weren't attracted to him and had no interest in having an actual relationship with the driver but his words felt like a cold punch to your chest, you couldn't be that bad, could you? You didn't want to hear any more of his rant and knocked on his door taking a deep breath trying to pretend you hadn't heard a thing.

"Come in" his dry voice made your skin crawl.

"Hi, can we talk?" His features softened, he feared you had heard him.

"I'll meet you in the garage" Andrea stood up and gave you a smile when he walked past you.

"Please" Charles stood up signaling for you to take a seat on the small sofa he had been sitting on.

"I think there's no way out of this"

"Seems like it" He leaned against the door in front of you.

"Look, I can't promise I won't say mean things, that's kind of my thing, but I will try to be nicer so we can make this work, ok?"

"I know I haven't been the best either and I'm so sorry about my behavior yesterday, I will try to do my best too"

"Sounds like a plan" You tried to give him an honest smile that probably looked more creepy than friendly but you were trying.

From that day on you two kept your word, you started easy and training seemed to be the one thing you had in common. But your gym selfies with Charles "accidentally" in the back didn't seem to convince the media your relationship was real, so you took it up a notch and started having date nights, he took you to his favorite restaurants in Monaco and the different cities during the GP's, and you tried to teach him how to cook, always uploading "candid" pics where your stuff and his were visible in the back this new plan seemed to be working little by little.

It was "date night" at your place and you were sitting on your couch scrolling through TikTok waiting on Charles when another "Charles and Y/n" edit popped up, you would usually scroll past them since you had no interest in what people had to say, if Loraine was happy it meant everything was good, but for some reason you let it play, photos of you and him musicalized with some taylor swift song playing in the back, they were mostly pictures of the beginning of the "relationship", you walking a couple steps away from him, sitting all alone inside the garage or the Ferrari hospitality and some others of you and Charles with a sour face on the way in and out the track, this pictures where surrounded by mean texts, and as if it wasn't enough, you clicked on the comments, they were even worse than the one lines, half of them claiming this was fake, the other half saying how ugly, boring, tacky and unworthy of him you seemed to be and juts a couple of them supporting the relationship.

A knock on the door startled you, you turned to look at the door as a pretty loaded Charles entered the apartment, you had given him a spare key to your place since him having to wait downstairs for you didn't seem very couple-like.

"Hi! Are you ready for the best fake date...what's wrong?" he asked worried when he saw the pained look on your face.

"Um, nothing, hi, you're early" He left the grocery bags on the kitchen counter and walked towards the sofa.

"What happened?" he asked steadily.

"Nothing, I'm fine"

"Let me see" he placed his hand in front of you and you immediately understood what he meant.

"Charles..."

"Please" If you had learned something from him this last couple of months was that he was stubborn as fuck and fighting him was pointless, so you ended up unlocking your phone and passing it to him. He looked at the screen and immediately a disgusted look covered his face.

"Why are you watching this?"

"I don't know, I usually don't but... I don't know"

"You know they're just talking out of anger and jealousy, right?"

"Well, you were on their side a couple of months ago, remember?"

"I've apologized about that, I was a dick"

"I know, and I know it's dumb that stupid comments affect me that much, I might be hormonal or something"

"Y/n, look" He threw the phone to the side and squatted in front of you taking your hands in his "This might be a fake relationship but I do care about you, and I don't want you to ever feel bad about what people say online, I'm willing to do whatever it takes to make this work, but you need to promise me that you won't let this kind of people get to you, I won't keep with this if what my fans say hurts you, it's not worth it."

You felt your eyes start watering and you swallowed the knot that had formed in your throat before answering him.

"Ok, I promise" you said in a low whisper.

"Good" He let go of your hands, he stood up pulling you up with him to hug you hard against his chest. "Don't let them hurt you" he said against your hair and then kissed your forehead. "Let's go, we have pasta to make"

He pulled you to the kitchen and started arranging all the ingredients.

"Instagram time" he said as he set his phone against a vase and took a picture of you for his social media.

CharlesLeclerc and Y/Naccount You are the best thing that's ever been mine. #datenight #imagreatchef #pastacrocante

LeclercLover I still don't buy his, worst PR stunt ever

16LoverCha I knew he was a Swifty!!!

CharlesandY/nluv Stop being jealous bitches and let them be happy.

ForzafFerrari I'm sorry but she seems dull and boring, what are you doing with her Baby?

You knew this post would let all hell loose for several hours so you turned off your phones and enjoyed the night together,

"It's getting late and we have an early flight tomorrow" he said taking the last sip of wine from his glass and picking up your empty plates.

"You know you can stay, right?"

"Are you sure?"

"Of course, plus, I got new sheets for the guest room"

"Ooohh, fancy"

You helped him with the dishes and then went to show him his room, he had never stayed the night, normally he would sneak out of your apartment and you would do the same when you went to his, but after the amazing night you have had, him staying seemed like a good way to finish it off.

"Here, need anything else?" You said leaving a towel on the bed.

"All good"

"Thanks" you hugged him and he hugged you back.

"No problem, don't ever let them make you feel bad"

"I won't" He kissed your head and you went to your room.

The next day you landed in Suzuka and it felt as if you had shifted realities, the fans were being nicer and more respectful, and some of them even brought gifts for you, maybe the plan was finally working.

The remaining months went by easily, and you and Charles developed a nice friendship.

"How do you feel?" Charles asked from the little bench inside your locker room.

"I'm shitting myself" Your statement made him laugh, he had become a big fan of your bluntness.

"You're going to be amazing, I know" he stood up and hugged you.

"Hello, am I interrupting?" Pierre peeked through the door, a white rose in his hand.

"Baby! you made it" You rushed to the door and hugged the French driver.

"Of course love, how could I miss it" He handed you the rose and took your face to kiss your lips softly.

"Hey! She's still my girlfriend!"

"Sorry mate, couldn't help it"

A month or two after the scolding session with Loraine you started hanging out with Charle's friends and he started hanging out with yours, one of those days you met his best friend Pierre, and you hit it off right away, it was crazy how perfect you were for each other. You knew it was going to be madness the moment you broke it off with Charles and announced your relationship with Pierre, but you couldn't care less, by then you would have had win Wimbledon and shown how talented you were, so who cares what the media and the fans thought.

"Y/n, you have one minute" your trainer said from outside the locker room.

"You can do it" Pierre kissed you softly

"Thanks, baby" You kissed his nose and turned to look at Charles

"Go kick some ass" he hugged you and kissed your hair.

"Thanks, boyfriend,. See you on the other side" You took your bag and rushed to the court, ready to be done with all this nonsense.

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[writting-stuff-sometimes]

Christmas time - Charles x fem reader

Summary: You return home for Christmas and fin yourself spending it with and old lover and his family.

Warnings: None, just fluff and some angst.

AN: From the topic, you might know since when I've been working on this but I finally decided to finish it, I was going to wait till Christmas to publish it but what the heck. As you can see I have a thing for exes, writing here it's cheaper than therapy. As always feedback it's appreciated, accepting requests, and let me know if you would like to be added to the tag list.

Christmas had always been a confusing time for you, you thought of it as too cheese but at the same time you could spend a whole weekend just watching and crying over Christmas movies, so now that you were coming back home for the holidays after being away for so long, it felt as if you were in one of them.

You had been living in the US for 5 years, and like in all those stupid chick flicks, you had moved to the other side of the world because you wanted to escape your life after a painful breakup and the US was far enough from everyone you knew, and a certain sport your ex was part of. You were supposed to be studying there for 2 years but then the pandemic hit and you got stuck, you found a job that started as a part time but eventually became full time.

"Mom, are you serious? isn't Christmas a holiday you're supposed to spend with family?" you said as you struggle to wrap a present.

"What are you talking about? The Leclerc's are family! Don't you remember how many vacations we've spend together? the summers at the lake and winters up in the cabin? You, Lorenzo and Charles in your onesies playing in the snow as baby Arthur followed all of you around?"

Now you were kind of getting why you felt how you felt about christmas, your mom was in love with the holiday and it was cute but exhausting at the same time.

"Have you talk to them? I heard they went to the US a couple of times this year" In her defense, she had no idea you and Charles had been dating for a few months, actually as far as you knew only your best friend and Lorenzo knew about it after they found you making out in his kitchen one night after a party.

"No, we lost track of each other after I moved" you lied and returned to your wrapping task, actually Charles did try reaching out to you when he found out you moved and again when he went to race there, but you had all rights to ignore his calls and messages, the day you broke up he had been an ass.

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The fight started when you confronted him about some pictures of him at a nightclub in Austria, you had no problem with him having fun after a stressful weekend, the girl grinding her ass against his body, his hand on her waist and the fact that it wasn't the first time this had happened, was the problem.

"It was a fan, I didn't want to be rude", Clearly this superstar status had gone to his head. "They don't know I have a girlfriend! You want me to be rude?"

"And who decided we shouldn't tell anyone?"

"You know why I don't want them to..."

"Yeah, yeah protecting our privacy, I would buy that story if you weren't going around the fucking world letting girls grind against you every five fucking minutes!"

"Well, I don't know what to tell you, I won't change my mind about it" The defiant look on his face told you everything you needed to know and now it was your turn to make a decision.

"Don't worry, you don't have to lie to your fans anymore" You stormed out of his room, that was the last time you spoke to each other.

You cried for weeks, you actually loved him but seeing pictures of him with a different girl at parties and nightclubs after every race weekend was just too painful. It only took you a couple of weeks to realize that staying in Monaco was a bad idea, his face and name were all over the place. One day, like a miracle fallen from the sky, one of your teachers told you about a scholarship to study in the US, you didn't think it twice and applied, and two months later you were boarding a plane to New York.

A couple of days after you arrived to the US, Charles tried every posible way of getting in touch with you, but you sticked to your decision and ignored all his messages.

You couldn't actually say you had fallen out of love, the good moments had been amazing and those you would cherish forever. _______

"I don't have anything to wear tho" it was a lame excuse but you really wanted to escape the awkward christmas weekend your mom had planned.

"Oh, don't worry about it, I bought you a cute dress, it's in your closet!"

You finished loading the van with the tons of things your mom wanted to take for the weekend-long stay at the Lecrerc's cabin and finally went upstairs to deal with the stress of seeing your ex, you threw yourself on your childhood bed and closed your eyes.

"Hi sweety, can I come in?" Your dad knocked on your door.

"Dad! Of course" You rushed to hug him

"I missed you so much" he said as he kissed your head.

"Miss you too"

"You need to come more often" he brushed your hair like he used to when you were little.

"I know, I wish I could"

"Honey, don't forget to try on the dress" Your mom yelled from downstairs and you sight in exhaustion, you loved your mom but spending the holidays with your ex and his family wasn't on your list for a great christmas.

"I know, but Pascale has been really nice to your mom now that you've been away, you know how much she misses you"

"I was expecting to be just with you guys"

"C'mon sweety, this will be fun. Aren't you excited to see a certain Leclerc?" a mischievous smile on your dad's face made your heart fall to your feet.

"What are you talking about?" you almost choked on your own saliva.

"Darling, we all knew about your crush on Lorenzo, it was endearing" you unclenched your jaw when you heard Lorenzo's name. Your dad wasn't wrong tho when you were like 5 or 6 you had a crush on your friend's big brother; it was natural, you used to spend a lot of time at their house, and he was older and very attractive.

"That was a long time a go, dad" You smiled at the memory.

"I know, but it will be nice to spend some time all together, specially after they lost Hervé and our only daughter decided to move so far away" He looked at you with such loving eyes, you could just say yes with your head "Your mom's been quiet for too long, let me go see what that lady is up to" he hugged you again and left your room.

You walked to your closet and took the dress cover bag.

"Are you serious?" you couldn't help to say out loud as you took the red body con dress from the hanger. It was a beautiful, but it being ferrari red felt like life was mocking you. You took a couple of calming breaths as you tried to accept that you were fucked, the only "party" attire in your suitcase wasn't exactly family gathering material and it was too late to go shopping, that dress was your only option.

The next morning before the sun was up you were already in the back of your mom's van on your way to the country side, it was a two hour drive to the Leclerc's cabin, you tried to catch some sleep and fight the jet lag, but anxiety wouldn't let you and before you knew it you were parking next to a red alfa romeo.

"Oh my God!! Y/n!!! darling, what a wonderful surprise" a surprised Pascale rushed to hug you as soon as you got off the van.

"Hi, it's nice to see you too" You hugged her back, you did really like Pascale, she had always been like a second mother.

As she turned to greet your dad, you turned to your mother.

"They didn't knew I was coming?" You asked in a low voice.

"No, I wanted for it to be a cute surprise" Your mom said with a big smile and then turned to hug her best friend.

"Come on in, the boys are going to be so happy to see you" She took you by the shoulders and dragged you inside the house as you pulled your suitcase.

"I wouldn't bet on it" you thought to yourself.

"Boys! come help with the bags!" She yelled as she entered the house "Wait 'till they see you!, want something to drink?" She pulled you inside the kitchen.

"Mom, where are we putting tomorrow's dinner thi..." Charles cut himself off and stopped in the middle of the kitchen entrance when he saw you.

"Mate, move! you're in the way" Arthur pushed Charles to the side walking in with a couple of bags "Y/N!" the youngest Leclerc let the bags fall over the kitchen table and rushed to hug you.

"Hi, Art" You said almost out of breath from the tight hug. "Oh my, you look so grown up!"

"Don't be fooled, it's just the outside" Said Lorenzo as he entered the kitchen with more bags, setting them on the table and pushing Arthur away to hug you "It's so nice to see you"

"Same" You hugged him back.

"This is a Christmas miracle" Lorenzo said as he turned to look at Charles with a cheeky grin on his face, he knew exactly what was happening and he found it incredibly amusing "I'm so glad I didn't skip christmas this year" He whispered as he walked past Charles.

"Shut up" Charles whispered back.

"Hi, Y/n" Charles left the bags on the floor, walked towards you and got his arms around your body as you shily hugged him back, his scent and body heat felt so familiar like it had been just a couple of days since the last time you two had been cuddling in his bed. "It's nice to see you," he said against your ear, his soft warm breath brushing your neck giving you goosebumps.

"It's nice to see you too"

You could feel Lorenzo's sight on you as he was bitting his cheek trying not to burst out laughing at the awkwardness between you two, thank God it was only him who noticed.

All of you finished unloading the van and tried to organize the sleeping situation.

"I can totally sleep on the couch, Pascale, don't worry about it" You said as soon as she offered to give you Charles' room.

"Oh no darling, you're not sleeping on the couch, Charles can sleep with Lorenzo or with Arthur, don't worry about it"

"But..."

"Don't even try, you won't convince her, let me" Said Charles taking your bag from your hand and walked up the stairs.

You followed him to his room. As soon as you walked in a thousand memories rushed trough your mind, during your relationship you had gone up to that cabin a few times, it was the only place you two could be alone.

"Thanks" You said in a low voice when he left your bag on his bed.

"You're welcome" He turned to look at you, you held his gaze a couple of seconds before his beautiful green eyes got your heart rushing a thousand miles and you had to look somewhere else trying to catch your breath, you walked to his closet to hang the dress bag.

"I called you, several times"

"I know" You said as you awkwardly played with the plastic material.

"I wanted to..."

"Mate, mom is calling you" Arthur walked in startling both of you.

"I'll be right there"

"Now" Said Arthur and walked down the stairs.

"We should go" you nervously said and followed Art downstairs.

Your mom, Pascale, Enzo and yourself prepared lunch as your dad talked to Arthur and Charles about the last racing season.

The whole group sat to have lunch, Pascale asked you about your life in New York, your apartment, your job, your friends.

"...and is there a special someone?" your mom's friend asked with a mischievous grin on her face, you noticed how Charles tensed at the question and Lorenzo noticed too.

"Yeah, are you breaking many hearts?" Lorenzo added, softly kicking his brother under the table, Charles flipped him off discretely as he "scratched" his cheek.

"Not as many as you Enzo, are you still dating Adrianne?" You diverted the attention successfully.

After lunch everyone moved to sit outside around the deck fireplace, night came and it started snowing which meant it was time to go to sleep, there was a lot to do the next morning.

You laid in Charles's bed, his scent was as intoxicating as it was soothing, you couldn't lie, you missed that smell, once you even ended up dating a guy just because he used the same cologne.

After an hour of trying to fall asleep and failing miserably at it, you gave up and decided to go prepare yourself a hot cup of tea. You got your robe on and walked down to the kitchen.

You prepared your tea and went to sit outside by the fireplace, the snow had stopped, it was cold but a couple of logs were still burning to give just enough heat to make it enjoyable.

"You're going to catch a cold" Charles' voice scared you, making you spill some hot tea over your hand.

"Ahhh, ouch"

"Shit!" Charles rushed to your side taking some snow from one of the chairs, he kneeled in front of you and placed the snow over your hand. "I'm sorry, I didn't meant to scare you" he turned to look at you.

"It's ok" He kept his hand on yours, and you stood still for a while as the snow melted between your hands.

"I'm sorry" he said again.

"It's ok, it wasn't that hot anymore"

"I'm not talking about the tea" his voice in that low pitch that let you know this was a serious matter.

"Charles, you don't need to... I don't...I'm.." You had no idea what to say, you had rehearsed this conversation a thousand times in your head and had worked amazing responses to every possible apology or complaint, but having him right there, kneeling in front of you with his hand caressing yours was just too much for your brain to process, you couldn't even look at him.

"Listen, I was an asshole, I let stupid ideas get to my head, I did a lot of stupid things, and I've regretted them every single day since the moment you walked out my door."

"Y/n" he took your chin and made you look up at him "I'm sorry, I've missed you so fucking much" your chest moved faster, no coherent thought in your mind.

"It's getting cold, we should go inside" you removed your hand from his and walked directly to his room without looking back. You were overwhelmed, you still had feelings for him, but it had been too long, you had a life in New York. It broke your heart to think that maybe you had wasted your only chance to be with him.

It was around 3 or 4 am when you finally cried yourself to sleep.

A soft knock on the door woke you up.

"Come in" you sat on the bed and tried to fix your hair.

"Good morning" Lorenzo walked in the room, a tray in his hands with a cup of coffee and a couple pancakes.

"Hi, thanks" You took the tray from his hands and took a small sip of coffee, it was so good.

"You're welcome, I figured that after staying up late you could use some breakfast in bed" You looked at him confused.

"My window it's right above the deck"

"Oh, sorry about that"

"Don't worry about it. But, he really is sorry, you have no idea how many times he begged for me to call you, he knew you would answer my calls, but to be honest I didn't think he deserved you then"

"And now?"

"I've been to New York, it ain't that cool, and I would love to see you around Monaco and the tracks more often" He winked at you and walked out of the room.

You had your breakfast in bed as you tried to figure out what the fuck were you supposed to do with what you felt and what Lorenzo had told you. It was almost noon, you had a shower and finally walked downstairs to help with the Christmas preparations for that evening.

The smell coming from the kitchen was amazing, your mom and Pascale were the greatest cooks you've ever met, actually, their food was one of the things you missed the most after you moved.

"Oh, I almost forgot, I ordered some bread from the town and I think we might need a couple more wine bottles" Pascale said as she looked at a message on her phone.

"I can go pick it up" You offered, you were used to being questioned by your mom every time you called home, but now there were two of them bombarding you with a ton of questions, making you feel a bit overwhelmed, so a lonely trip to the village seemed like a great way to take a breather.

"Darling, I don't know, you haven't driven on this side of the road for a while, and the road might be snowed" If only your mother knew how many times you had taken Charles's car out for a spin and done pretty reckless stunts.

"I can drive you" Charles offered walking in the kitchen.

"Yes, let Charles drive you" Great, it had gone from bad to worse.

"But...ok" You knew trying to convince your mom to let you go on your own was a lost cause and saying no to the offer would seem weird and offensive, you took your jacket and walked outside.

You both were so nervous, the only sound in the car was the music coming from the speakers, you couldn't help to look at him out of the corner of your eye, he was tense as he kept a tight grip on the steering wheel and you found it incredibly attractive, one of the things you enjoyed the most when dating Charles was looking at him as he was driving, the way his hands worked the steering wheel and his sight focused on the road was something that turned you on.

You finally got to the village and walked inside a small store, you split the list of things and walked your own way to get them all.

"Y/n?" someone called your name behind you.

"Oh my, Ed, hi!" You hugged the guy standing behind you, he had been one of your uni classmates.

"It's so nice to see you, how's everything, how's New York?"

"It's good, how are you?"

"Same old, same old, how long are you going to be here? We should go get a coffee or something"

"Y/n" Charles spoke before you could answer "Two chardonnays should be good? we have 3 merlots at home" He said showing the two wine bottles he was holding in his left hand, as his right arm grabbed you nonchalantly by the waist.

"Oh, sorry mate, hi, Charles" Charles left the wine bottles in the shopping cart and extended his hand to shake Ed's but kept his arm around you.

"Hi, no worries, you are... Charles Leclerc"

"Yeah"

"Wow, uhm, big fan"

"Thanks" Charles smiled at your friend, from the outside this all seemed innocent and nice, but you knew he was marking his territory. "We need to hurry, we still need to stop by the bakery" He said looking at you in a way that made your heart skip a beat, it had been so long since he had looked at you in that way.

"I should go too, I still got some presents to buy, it was nice to see you y/n, and nice to meet you Charles, good luck on the next season"

"Thanks, mate, appreciated" Charles shook his hand, and as you took a step forward to kiss your friend goodbye, his arm never left your body. When Ed was out of sight you turned to look at Charles inquisitively as he took the spices from your hand and placed them in the tiny shopping cart.

"Let's go" He pushed the cart as if nothing had happened and walked to the register.

"Stop looking at me like that" he finally said as you were on the drive back to the cabin.

"That was low"

"I don't know what you're talking about" he faked innocence.

"Make him think we're together, that was low"

"You went with it, didn't you?" You instantly blushed at his comment.

"I did it just so you wouldn't look like a fool"

A soft breathy laugh left his mouth as he turned to stop in a hiking trail parking lot.

"What are you doing?" you asked confused as he turned off the car.

"Come" he got off the car, confused you did as he said, he leaned against the hood of the car and you walked towards him.

"Charles?" You asked as you stood a safe distance from him, your arms crossed over your chest.

"We need to talk"

"Charles, please, I..." You rubbed your eyes in slight despair, you were pretty much in the middle of nowhere there was no escaping from him this time.

"Please, just listen to me, if when I'm done you don't want to talk about it anymore, we'll get in the car and we never talk about this ever again, but right now, just listen to me, ok?" his beautiful green eyes made you weak and you couldn't say no.

"Ok"

"Y/n, I really am sorry, I swear nothing happened with any of those girls, I never cheated on you..."

"Charles..."

"Shut... up!" His voice was a soft growl as he took you by your arms and pulled you a little closer to him, you stared into his eyes, frozen "Please, listen to me, I know I've said I'm sorry like a million times in the last 24 hours, but I really feel like I owe you so many apologies. I was an asshole, I could try to explain myself but at the end of the day I was young and stupid, and I let this "famous driver" shit get to my head, I lost myself, and on the way, I ended up losing the most amazing and wonderful woman ever. I pushed you away and you had all right to kick me out of your life, but please, if there's just one small part of you that would like to try this again, please, I'm begging you, just give me one more chance, please"

You felt your heart rush, you had thought about this moment a million times, and 90% of them the answer was negative, not because you didn't love him, but because you could see how happy he was without you, winning races, taking pictures with fans, partying with the rest of the drivers, having the freedom he seemed to miss when he was with you.

"Y/N?"

"How do I know this isn't going to end up badly? You've been single for the last 5 years, are you sure you want to give up all you have?"

"I'm not the same idiot you left 5 years ago, I swear, I don't need anyone but you, I don't WANT anyone but you" He pulled you closer, his arms around your waist in a tight hug as you keep your arms crossed over your chest trying to put as much distance between you two. "I know I'm asking for a lot, you have a life somewhere else and I swear I wouldn't be asking for another chance if I didn't actually mean it, I swear on everything that's sacred for me, that I'm going to do my best to make this work and make you the happiest girl in the world, but please give me another chance"

"Are you sure this isn't just the holiday blues? what if I hadn't come this Christmas, would you feel the same?" Your rational side fighting hard against the side that just wanted to wrap your arms around his neck and kiss him.

"Do you really think I just came up with this?" A soft smile escaped his lips as he unhooked one of his arms from around your waist and took his cell phone from his jacket, he clicked around for a bit, then turned the screen towards you as he slowly scrolled through the screen, there were dozens of undelivered messages, you could only catch a few words but most of them were of how much he missed you and begging for you to forgive him and come back. "The last one is from last week, I've missed you every day for five years"

You turned to look at him, this movement from your head making the tears that flooded your eyes fall down your cheeks. He got his phone inside his jacket and cleaned your tears with his fingers.

"I love you, y/n, and you can say no, I don't want to force you to do anything, you don't even have to give me an answer right now, but just think about it, ok?"

You couldn't talk and you just nodded your head.

"Good, now let's go, it's getting dark" He leaned in and kissed your lips so softly that if your eyes had been closed you would have doubted it ever happen. He led you to the passenger seat, opened the door for you, and then went to get inside the car.

You drove in silence again, you knew your answer but were you making the right decision?

As he pulled next to your parent's van you fixed yourself as much as you could.

"Darling, what took you so long?" Pascale walked towards you to help with the bags.

"Sorry, I found an old friend and caught up talking" You excused yourself before Charle could say anything.

As the boys helped with setting the table and bringing in more wood for the fireplace, you couldn't help to notice how good was the relationship between your dad and the Leclerc boys, he had turned into their father figure and it filled your heart, you knew this kind of relationship between your dad and any other guy in your life was going to be impossible. Tears started forming in your eyes again.

"All done" you said setting the last couple of cookies on the cooling rack "I'm going to get dressed" You quickly removed the apron and rushed upstairs before anyone could notice your watery eyes.

As you walked inside the bedroom you saw a small red box on the bed, you took it and opened it slowly to find a beautiful gold tuberose necklace and a handwritten note inside.

"I've had this for years and I finally got the chance to give it to you, I remember that night you called our love a "Tuberose love" because it seemed it only bloomed hidden in the dark, but this is a gold tuberose, it can bloom day or night, as long as it's around your neck.

I love you, always,

Charles"

You cried and held the beautiful necklace in your hand.

You showered and got ready, you looked at yourself in the mirror, the red dress looked better than you ever imagined, maybe that Ferrari red wasn't a bad idea after all, maybe that color could grow on you again. You got the necklace around your neck, the gold piece shining perfectly over the fabric.

"Come on kids, it's time" Your dad yelled from downstairs, you took a last deep breath and walked down to meet everyone.

Charles' eyes lit up as soon as he saw you enter the dining room, his sight focused on the gold detail hanging from your neck and he couldn't help to smile, he pulled the chair by his side and gestured you to take a seat next to him.

You sat by his side as everyone else took their places, he looked around and you took his hand under the table, he turned to look at you and you noticed his eyes were red as if he was about to cry.

"All good?" you whispered worried

"Never been better" he smiled and gave your hand a little squeeze.

You had dinner, the best Christmas dinner to date.

It was close to 3 am when the parents decided it had been enough for them and left for bed, Lorenzo and Arthur went to get some more wood and Charles took the chance to sit next to you on the living room floor, putting a blanket over your bodies as he placed his arm around your shoulders.

"Thanks" you said taking the necklace and looking at it.

"You're welcome, I'm glad you liked it" He kissed your hair.

"I love it... not as much as I love you, tho" You finally said, his face turned fast to look at you as you turned to look at him.

"So... you...uhm" He stutter

"Did I just make Charles Leclerc stutter?" you smiled teasingly.

"Shut up" he said as he took your face and pulled you in for a kiss, that kiss you had waited for so long.

"What the hell?" Arthur yelled as he dropped the logs on the living room floor.

"Well, this time it can't be a secret, this one can't keep his mouth shut" Said Lorenzo leaving the logs next to the fireplace.

"This time? why am I always the last one to find this shit out!?, You have a lot of explaining to do" Said Arthur inquisitively as he sat across from you.

Tag List: @wtrmlnsgr94, @ricsaigaslec

[writting-stuff-sometimes]

Just a mistake pt2 Lando / Charles x Fem Reader

Part 1

Warnings: Angst mostly, nothing explicit.

AN: Hello everyone, sorry it's taken so long to update but I loved how the first part came out and being my worst critic I don't love the second and third parts. Here's the second part, it's a bit on the longer side, probably the third part will be shorter. Let me know if you want to be added to the tag list.

All the comments are greatly appreciated, taking requests, I need some inspiration to get rid of my writer's block.

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That morning when you came back to your hotel room Charles almost cracked your ribs from how hard he hugged you, thankfully the conversation was short, mostly him apologizing and you trying not to loose your shit and confess your crime. You made a deal that he’ll try to support you more and take your needs in consideration, and you’ll speak up as soon as you felt that he was going back to his old habits.

You tried to live a normal life, keep that night away from your head, but you checking your phone for any notification from Lando was like a fucking natural reflex. You kept lying to yourself claiming it was all friendly, you where just sharing memes, tiktoks and the ocasional conversation, but one night his name left your mouth in a low moan, you were dreaming of him, his hands roaming your body and his lips soothing every inch of your skin, luckily Charles was dead asleep and he didn't hear it.

You kept all of this hidden until one night you found yourself frustrated, Lando had left you on read for two days now, you were so upset you couldn't hide it from your fiancé.

"Baby, are you ok?" He softly hugged you from behind while you were brushing your teeth.

"Yeah, all good" You bent to rinse your mouth.

"Are you sure? Do you want to talk about something?" He was worried he had returned to his old habits.

"Yes baby, work's been crazy and I feel a bit overwhelmed that's all" You faked a smile looking at him trough the mirror.

"Poor bebe, maybe you need something to blow off some steam" He started kissing your neck and his hands traveled from your waist down between your legs.

"Babe, sorry I... I just don't feel like it, I'm sorry" you looked down at the sink, you knew this was bad, you not wanting to have sex with Charles because of being mad at Lando.

Charle's hands returned to your hips and he turned you around, your face still looking down now starring at his bare chest, he softly took your face and made you look at him.

"Amour, never apologize for not wanting to have sex, you don't have to do something you don't want to...ever"

He kissed your forehead and hugged you tight against his chest, this made you feel even worse, why were you rejecting sex with your boyfriend just because some other guy had left you on read?

You couldn't sleep that night, you knew this "thing" was getting out of hand and it was damaging your relationship, so you decided to cut all communication and focus on fixing things with Charles.

A couple of days later Lando messaged you apologizing for the disappearance, you stared at the notification wondering if you should say something but if you did the temptation to keep in touch with him would be too strong, so instead you silenced him , pretty dick move from you, but you were willing to do what ever it took to save your relationship.

After that day you managed to escape a couple GP's with the excuse of having a lot of work and wedding stuff, but in reality you just wanted to avoid anything that had to do with Lando, that night was probably the biggest mistake of your life, not only had you betrayed your fiancé, you also had opened the door to feelings you had no idea were there, things you were supposed to feel just for your soon to be husband.

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It had been almos 3 months since your night with Lando and anxiety was eating you alive, you were standing with your back against Charles' chest in the garden of fancy house on the outsides of Monaco, it was a lovely day in a lovely place, it was Carlos' birthday and that meant a certain brit was going to be there.

"Mon amour, are you ok?" Charles asked in your ear as he covered your hand with his, stopping your fingers from tapping against the wine glass for the second time in less than an hour.

"Yes, sorry, I think I had too much coffee this morning” you faked a smile and softly kissed his lips trying to distract him from your weird behavior.

You and Charles were chatting with some of his engineers when you heard Carlos scream.

"Landoooo" the familiar scream made you all turn towards the door that lead to the garden where Lando was jokingly pushing the spanish driver towards a tiny pond, just at the sight of him the weird mix of excitement and anxiety returned hitting you like a wave.

Then you heart fell to your feet when his arm got around the waist of a girl in a tiny pink dress as he introduced her to Carlos and Isa.

Lando's eyes met yours, you quickly turned to look back at whoever was talking in your group but you could feel his sight fixed on you and he had a good reason, the dress you were wearing had been strategically chosen, it was a long flowery wrap dress, the fabric light enough to move with the soft wind blowing that afternoon, leaving your right leg slightly uncovered, the string straps turning into a v neckline framing your breasts making them look amazing, specially from the side where Lado was standing.

"Hi" His voice made you jump.

"Hey, Mate" Your fiancé hugged the driver as you discretely took a deep breath trying to slow down your heartbeat, you finally turned to say your hello's but no matter how much you tried to prepare yourself for this moment those green eyes took your breath away.

"Hi" you faked a smile and kissed his cheeks, your lips felt on fire.

"This is Victoria" Lando said avoiding the label.

"Hi" The beautiful girl greeted your fiancé with a double kiss on the cheeks, she then turned towards you and did the same, she seemed nice and friendly still you felt something you could only describe as spite towards her. They started greeting the rest of your group and you took Charles' almost empty glass.

"Let me go get us a refill, baby"

"Uh, oh, ok, want me to go with you?" he said confused by your sudden offer.

"No babe, it's ok" you gave a quick peck on his lips and almost ran towards the bar.

Lando watched you walk away as he tried to keep up with the conversation in front of him.

Everyone sat to have dinner, Lando and his date were seating a few chairs away which you were thankful for, just the sight of the girl touching and hugging him made your skin crawl, it was childish but you couldn't help it.

The Happy birthday song was sung and a little after dinner was done. Every one returned to chatting around the garden, against your own conscious will you found yourself looking around for Lando, when you saw him he was standing behind his date who was seating next to Isa, his hand rested on her shoulder and she was caressing it, he then bent over and kissed her hair, you felt a hard punch to your chest that took your breath away.

"I need to use the bathroom" you whispered to Charles and walked inside the house trying to hide the tears flooding your eyes, you needed to escape that place but it was still too early, the party was just starting and it would be disrespectful to leave. You walked up some stairs and entered the first room you found.

Lando had been following your moves all afternoon just like that night at the club, he missed you so much, just the sight of you got his heart rushing, he had lost count of the times he had typed a message asking to see you but then deleted it, if only he could forget how good it felt to have your skin against his, he was sure you were made for each other. Right after he dropped you off to your hotel he actually thought you were going to break things up with Charles and run to him, he waited for a few days but instead you ended up avoiding him entirely.

He was standing behind his date, pretending to pay attention to the conversation between her and Isa when out of the corner of his eye he caught you staring at him, in a childish move he bent down and kissed Vicky's head, he saw you walking inside the house and knew it was his moment, Vicky was very entertained with Isa and he could try to finally talk to you.

"I need to go to the toilet, be right back" he whispered to his date and walked inside the house looking for you.

You had found what looked like a guest room and stood there looking out the window, you could see almost everyone, including your fiancé talking to a group of people, you had been gone for a few minutes and he hadn't noticed, it was usually like this, every time he started talking about the car with an engineer or a mechanic he could spend hours in that conversation, something you were thankful for right now since it gave you time to feel as miserable as you needed in the loneliness of that room.

"Y/n" You turned to look at the door to see Lando closing it behind him.

"What are you doing here?" your thoughts escaping your mouth before you could stop them, he did blurred all common sense inside your head.

"Nice to see you too" you could see slight sadness in his eyes as he stood a few steps away from you.

"Sorry, I didn't meant it like that"

"I hope so" he whispered to himself.

You both stood in silence.

"How are you?" he finally asked, taking a few steps towards you, his closeness making your heart and chest move in a quicker pace.

"Good" You turned to look out the window trying to hide how affected you were by just his presence.

"Liar" That single word bringing steamy flashbacks of that night, giving you goosebumps, you closed your eyes trying to fight the memories.

"Please, stop" your hands instinctively grabbing the window frame searching for some grounding support.

"What? I'm not doing anything, I just...I miss you" he stopped a few feet away but still his scent hit you hard and it was intoxicating.

"A lot" he kept talking as he took a few more steps towards you, you knew if he got any closer you wouldn't be able to stop yourself from jumping into his arms, not when he was looking like he did, the black shirt fitting him tight in the right places, slightly opened at the top leaving some of his chest visible, his curls wilder, victims of the Monegasque humidity and his hands, those damn hands you had dreamed of more times that you would ever admit.

He was aware this was a dangerous game too, his fingers burning with desire, his eyes glued to your body as the sunset light coming trough the window framed every curve.

"I better go" you tried to walk past him but his hand was faster and in an involuntary move he took your arm pulling you close to him.

"Wait, don't go, please" He begged.

"Lando, please, I have to go" you turned to look down trying to escape his beautiful green eyes, you were so close to give in.

"Why?" he whispered in a low growl.

"This is wrong"

"Why? we're not doing anything" "You know why, we shouldn't be here" You tried to free yourself again, but his grip got tighter.

"Well, we wouldn't be here if you hadn't disappeared from the face of the earth for months and if you hadn't avoided me down there" a soft hint of spite in his voice.

"I didn't disappear, I've been busy with work and..."

"Bullshit, don't even..." he cut you off "That lie might work with the rest of the world, but we know you're avoiding me, and as far as I remember you were the one asking me not to be a stranger" the authoritarian note in his voice bothered you, he had left you on read for three days because he had gone on a vacation with Max and some other friends and now he was the one offended by your silence.

"I don't know why you're so upset about it, you were too busy to answer a text anyways... Well now I can see why"

"What?" he asked confused

"I guess girls are keeping your hands pretty full, why would you care about one more?" It had worked, inviting Victoria actually worked, this thought brought a cocky smile to his face and you felt the urge to punch it away.

"Jealous, baby?" he looked at you with a cocked brow.

"Lando, please" You rolled your eyes and turned towards the door, now you really needed to get out of there before you exposed yourself more, plus this new cocky mode looked way too good on him. But before you could take another step, he pulled you back, now from your waist, and held you tight against his body, one hand keeping a tight grip on your waist as the other held your neck.

"I've got to admit, I've missed you saying that, although I liked it better when you were saying it with much less clothes and in a higher pitch" he whispered in your ear and you gasped as you felt blood rush to your cheeks and between your legs.

You held your breath for a second taking in everything that was happening, his hand on your waist, his fingers digging into your skin over the fabric, your hand on his hard chest as his body heat made you feel warm and safe, his green eyes almost piercing yours, his lips so plumped and inviting.

Fuck it, you thought to yourself and finally threw yourself at him, your lips finally touching his, easing the burning sensation.

You both were like a starved man that got presented with the most delicious banquet, your tongues dancing inside your mouths, lips being pulled and bitten, his hands roaming your back getting under the thin straps to finally touch the skin he had craved for so many days and nights. He pushed you against a wall and you wrapped your legs around his waist. He moved his lips down to your neck as you made fists with his curls.

A familiar laugh coming from the window made your brain change gears into overdrive, memories of every decision that had brought you to this moment flooding your head.

That first time you met Charles in preschool, the first time you held hands at a field trip, there was a picture of that moment, you two looked pretty disgusted but both your parents loved to call it the perfect picture showing you were meant for each other, then moving away when you were 9 because of your dad's job, not spending more than a year or two in one place, moving around so much you couldn't make any real friends, moving back to Monaco for uni because it was the only place that actually felt like home. Then that night your roommate invited you to a house party of one of her best friends, that's where you met, when you first saw him you couldn't quite remember who he was but you knew you had seen him before, after a couple of drinks you were waiting outside the bathroom wondering was was taking the person inside so long.

"Everything all right?" that familiar boy asked you.

"I don't know what's taking so long" you said and knocked on the door again.

"Wait a damn minute" a drunk girl's voice was heard from inside and you could only sight in desperation, you really needed to pee.

"Ok, come with me" he placed his hand on your upper back, a nice change from the usually annoying and uncomfortable lower back location other guys loved to used.

"But I really need to..." you signaled the bathroom as you were being walked towards the stairs at the back of the hallway. "I don't think we should be up here" You said as he led you inside one of the rooms and opened the door to a bathroom. "I can totally wait for the other bathroom, what if they find us here" you said nervously crossing your legs trying not to pee yourself over what seemed like a very expensive carpet.

"Just go" He pushed you inside the bathroom and closed the door, you couldn't wait anymore so you just used this probably off limits bathroom, he seemed pretty confident moving around the place so you could blame it on him if you got caught.

"Done, we should ..." you spoke as you exited the bathroom but stopped talking when you saw him laying comfortably on the bed, his shoes off and scrolling trough his phone, that's when you finally stopped and looked around the room, a couple of race car art, little trophies on a small shelve and then a couple of pictures of the guy with other two boys, they looked so much like each other.

"This is your room" you finally caught up to the situation.

"Yes" He said with a smile.

"Ooooohh...Good" you looked around and an old picture caught your eye "Is this you?" you signaled the small frame on his nightstand.

"Yes, my first day of school, those are my parents"

"Now I know where I know you from! we wen't to preschool together, Miss. Eloise's class"

"Right! that's why you looked so familiar, but you left before 7th grade, right?"

"Yes, moved to France"

"Why?" He sat on the bed and palmed the space in front of him, you sat there and that's where it all started,

You spend the rest of the nigh talking about your life, how you had moved a lot and how he was used to traveling too because of his racing career.

You started going on casual dates, first with friends, then jus the two of you, and finally became boyfriend and girlfriend after a couple of pictures of you together at the Monaco GP flooded social media and you gave the people what they wanted.

A couple of years later, that night in Cancun when he asked you to marry him, then the engagement party and finally the fight at the hotel room, you slamming the door on your way out as Charles kept on screaming behind the closed door.

Anxiety washed over you, you cursed every decision you had made that brought you to this moment, you making out with your fiancé's friend at his teammate's birthday party.

"Lando, wait" you tried to pull him away from you but he was caught up in the moment, so drunk in your taste and essence.

"Lando, stop please" you begged, Charle's laugh resonated again turning your anxiety into pure panic.

"LANDO, STOP!!!" You yelled as you unhooked your legs from his waist and tried to reach the ground but he was holding you high against the wall so you could only kick your legs around trying to get him to bring you down.

"What, why?!" He finally left your neck but didn't bring you down, until he looked at your face, it was covered in tears and panic filled your eyes. "Oh shit, are you ok?" he finally put you down and grabbed your face gently, but you couldn't stop crying.

"Please y/n, talk to me, I'm so sorry, did I hurt you? I thought you wanted this too, I ... I ..."

"It's ok, Lando, I just" you said between sobs, but you couldn't speak more than a couple of words before you started crying again.

Carlos was walking towards the bathroom when he heard you scream so he headed upstairs to see what was happening.

"Is everything ok" the spaniard opened the door slowly as he peaked inside the room. He stared at the scene with a confused look on his face but not as shocked as anyone would expect.

You turned towards the wall, wiping your tears with the back of your hand trying to fix your most likely ruined makeup.

"what happened?" Carlos mouthed to Lando.

"I don't know" Lando shyly mouthed back.

"Lando, Vicky's looking for you, you should go find her" Lando looked at him in shock, why was he kicking him out of the room?

"But, I...she" he turned to look at you.

"I'm ok, you should go" You finally turned and looked at him.

"Are you sure, I'm sorry, I really thought you, well us, I.." He was so confused, he had been taken to heaven and then back to hell in just a few seconds.

"It's ok" your hand softly caressed his cheek "You did nothing wrong" you whispered and looked him in the eye, it hurt you to see them flooded with pain and confusion but it was for the best, you had gone too far, again.

"Ok" Was all he could say as he walked out the room in shock, he was walking away from the love of his life for the second time.

As soon as the door closed behind him you broke down again and Carlos rushed to hug you tight against him.

"It's ok, preciosa, let it all out" He caressed your back as you cried your eyes out, you had bottled up all the emotions, the doubts, the pain, and feeling Carlos' affection finally broke the veil, finally you could let it all out.

After a couple of minutes you stoped crying, he brought you to sit on a sofa inside the room and he sat by your side, keeping a tight grip on your hand.

"I'm so sorry about all this Carlos, you should be downstairs enjoying your party, not here with my pathetic ass"

"It's ok, you're my friend and I don't mind being here at all, I would love to help you, you can talk to me if you want to" You turned to look at him, it wasn't until now that you noticed how calm he was for someone who had found his teammate's girlfriend making out with his best friend.

"You know?"

"Not every single detail but yeah, some of it, Lando is my best friend and I've always known he has a crush on you, then the night we were at the night club he told me he was taking you to your hotel but Isa saw you getting out of his car the next morning so it wasn't hard to connect the dots, specially when he was falling asleep mid golf game that same morning"

"Oh God, I'm a piece of shit"

"I don't agree"

"Why? what I'm doing is bad, I'm breaking Lando's heart and still I can't seem to get away from him, and I'm marring Charles but I... I can't stop thinking about Lando, and I don't know what to do anymore" you covered your face with your free hand and felt tears flooding your eyes again.

"Listen, tranquila (calm down), I don't think this makes you a piece of shit"

"it's good to know the only person that knows about this doesn't hate me"

"Nobody knows about this?"

"No, just you"

"You have been dealing with this on your own? Why? It's a lot"

"Well, I have no one to talk to about this, all my friends are Charles' friends, I met them trough him and everybody loves him, sometimes I think my parents love him more than they love me. Perks of dating the country's golden boy, right?" You said with a sarcastic laugh.

"Well you have me, and I don't hate you, I think you're just confused, you have a lot of feelings and thoughts in your head. Something that works for me when I'm feeling overwhelmed it's to take a step back, take some time on my own and think."

He was right, you needed some time on your own, since day one the wedding situation had been overwhelming and you thought it was normal since it was a big step in your life, but then this thing with Lando happened and added fuel to the fire of your doubts.

"Thanks" You hugged Carlos and he hugged you back, not letting you go until you were ready. "We should go back down, they're probably wondering where the birthday boy went"

"Are you sure you're ok?"

"Yes, thanks" He gave you one last big hug and you both went back to downstairs, you stopped at the bathroom and tried to fix your hair and makeup as much as you could and then went looking for Charles.

"Mon amour, where were you?...Are you ok?" He took your face soflty with both of his hands.

"Yes, I just have migraine, do you mind if we go now?"

"Sure, let me go get your things" Charles went to get your bag and coat, after you said your goodbyes to Carlos and Isa you got into Charles' Ferrari and drove away from the beautiful state.

You could still taste Lando on your lips, his hand felt as if it had been carved on your skin, it was like taking a fix from a drug and now it was time for the fall, feeling guilty, confused and in pain.

All of the sudden the car made a sharp turn into a dirt road.

"Charles!" You screamed as you held from the console and turned to look at him, he hit the brakes hard keeping his sight forward and a strong grip on the wheel.

"Charles?" You asked again in a lower tone.

"I can't with this anymore" His voice so low, it was almost as if he was talking to himself.

"What?" You heart started rushing a thousand miles an hour.

"I can see you're struggling with something and I swear I've been trying to respect your privacy, give you time and space to work things on your own but it's hurting me, my own girlfriend doesn't trust me" TA single tear fell from his eye, that one tear was enough to make you cry too, you knew this was the moment but it was harder than you thought.

"What is it y/n?"

You tried to pick the right words.

"Please, say something" His voice breaking at the end.

"I don't know if I want to get married" You whispered, which in the silence in the car felt like the loudest scream.

“Get married or marry me?”

“Charles, I…”

“Please, just tonight, I need you to be honest with me, please” His voice filled with frustration

“Marry you” you held your thighs hard feeling your nails pierce your skin over he fabric.

“Is it something I did? I swear I’ve tried to ch…”

“No, Charles, nothing like that!” You instinctively grabbed his arm but quickly returned your hands to your lap, “You’ve been nothing but amazing, and I’m so sorry about everything that happened in Silverstone, I shouldn’t have said what I said and I’m sorry I…” 

“It’s ok, you were right, this season has been hard and I was being too selfish” both of you stood in silence, just the low sound of the engine filling the air, you were wondering if you should come clean completely and say something about your affair, but your mind was made up, you were breaking up both ties so there was no use in causing anymore pain, if you said anything he would be losing his fiancé and his friend at the same time. 

“So, is it just the marriage that’s over or…” the pain in his voice making you want to jump out of the car.

“Charles, you deserve someone…”

“Don’t say someone better, because right now there’s no one for me better than you”

“Someone that wants to marry you, no questions asked, no doubts, no conditions, I love you, but…”

“But not enough” you just nodded with you head, you felt like a piece of shit. “I understand” he set the car on reverse and backed up the dirt road, you kept looking ahead, letting the tears fall freely down your face.

“I love you too” he said as he merged back into the road.

The ride back to your… well HIS apartment was in complete silence, not even the radio was on, both of you worried that any movement would push you over the edge.

Peace at the apartment was cut short when you started packing your things and said you were leaving to a hotel that same night, him being the gentleman he is, refused to let you be the one leaving, specially at night, he offered to stay with his mom or with Lorenzo, he even offered to ask Pierre if he could stay with him, but you knew him well, it was too soon to let people know about the break up, both of you needed time to process the situation before letting your friends and family know what had happened, also it was easier for you to check in a hotel without being recognized. He agreed to your plan just because you accepted his offer to pay for your hotel, it was going to be just a couple of days, he had to go to Marranello that same weekend and while he was out you'd be able to go to the apartment and stay there while you sorted your things out.

He helped you get your bags into your car and you hugged goodbye, you were going to miss him, but it was for the best. 

He wiped a tear from your cheek and gave one last peck on the lips.

You called in sick for two days and spend them drowned in the darkness of the hotel room, half the time you cried yourself to sleep the other half you were mad at yourself, how did you ended up here? Losing a perfect man while probably being in love with his friend, how dumb were you?

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