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THIS IS US - LN

warnings: smut throughout!! MDNI!! unprotected sex, little bit of jealous!lando

snippets of lando and his girls sex life throughout the years of their relationship! <3 (can be read as a fewtrell!reader but it's not discussed)

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the first time -

y/n remembered her first time with lando like it was yesterday. the two of them, freshly 19 and still friends at the time, found themselves cuddled up on the sofa in his and max’s shared house. their friends slept dotted around the house, many of them drunk and sleeping in the first place their body stumbled into.

there’d always been a sense of something more between the two, friends from a young age, attached at the hip. they were close, too close for friends, max would tell him constantly - raising his eyebrows every time he caught them wrapped up in each other on the couch, or when they entwined their hands at any given opportunity. everyone around them had given up trying to push the two together, hoping they would come to their senses soon.

their first time happened so naturally, it was quite sweet actually. her head resting on his shoulder, as they sat together, her eyes staring wide up at his face. it was that moment he decided to go for it, leaning down to press a soft kiss to her lips. he half expected her to push him off, but found himself pleasantly surprised when she kissed him back, escalating the kiss till she was straddling his lap.

“not here,” she remembered him whispering in her ear, pulling her up from his lap as he lead the two of them to his room. the two of them resuming there position on his bed, lando resting his back on the headboard, palms covering her waist as she hovered over his cock.

“-wait!” she panicked slightly, “i don’t know how to-”

“it’s ok, you’re fine. just breathe, ill guide you. go slow, yeah?” he reassured her. in the heat of the moment he had forgotten this was her first time with anyone, let alone him, and yet she’d decided to get on top.

y/n remembered lowering down on him, his grip on her hips allowing him to fill her slowly. lando distinctly remembered her shy moans, the way she tried to stay quiet, aware of the amount of people in the house.

“fuck me, angel. so tight,” he’d said, grunting slightly as she got lower, fighting to keep his hips still whilst she grew accustomed to the stretch, “last bit angel, you can take it.”

“there’s more?” she’d replied, panting slightly as he chuckled at her, “i can’t d-”

she remembered the way their eyes locked as he jutted his hips up into her, filling her whole. he remembered the way her mouth gaped open, and the way her head rolled back as his hands slowly rocked her hips over his length.

lando was gentle with her, kissing her softly throughout, his moans and praises merging together as she grew more confident, falling into a steady rhythm on top of him.

“i love you,” he’d grunted as his hands ran over her skin, trying to remember everything about her - the way she felt, the way she sounded, the way she clenched around his cock when she got closer. she reciprocated his sentiment, neither of them shocked at the revelation.

“you owe me a tenner,” max had said to niran the next day, after he’d found the two of them passed out in lando’s bed, smiling to himself.

getting caught -

the two of them gained more confidence with their sex life the following years. lando knew exactly what she needed, and how to make her fold for him. max had described the two as rabbits, going at it like no one’s business, laughing to himself as the trio constructed a new bedframe - the last one meeting its unfortunate ending when lando had taken out his stress on his girl. her legs had been over his shoulders when they heard a snap! and felt the mattress dipping into the broken slat. the paint on the headboard had long been chipped from the constant banging into the wall behind, and one of the legs was coming lose.

it had been mid-season, the two of them finding themselves in his drivers room after an unfortunate race. y/n had tried consoling him, but being comforting and supportive was not working at the time. he’d come round eventually and talk to her but for now, he had her pressed against the wall, her cheek pushed up against it. her skirt had simply been tugged up around her hips, panties to the side as he pushed into her from behind, roughly thrusting as he muttered curses under his breath. his hand was about to snake around her waist to toy with her clit when the door flung open.

“land- OH SHIT!” a voice had called out before dissolving into giggles, followed by the door slamming shut again. the shocked face of daniel ricciardo, followed by his distinct laugh, was something y/n was sure would never leave her brain. the interruption hadn’t bothered lando, the two of them were both covered enough for daniel to have seen too much, and so he took it in his stride, bringing them both to a finish soon after.

it had taken a while for y/n to look daniel in the eyes again without wanting to drop dead on the spot, her boyfriend simply smirked at the memory.

club, cameras, cars -

lando’s body was pressed up against hers, packed together in the busy club, their bodies moving in time with the beat. his hands stayed firmly on her waist, telling her it was so she wouldn’t get lost in the crowd, but realistically it had been his way of keeping her close to him. close enough that he could drop his head to hers, joining their lips together in a deep kiss. her tongue dragged along his bottom lip, before her teeth nipped at him, pulling away slowly to catch her breath. his hips grinding into hers, her hands running through his curls.

she was obsessed with him, his unbuttoned shirt, the way his necklace peaked through - she was feral for him.

he looked up momentarily, glad to meet max’s eyes, who directed him to the corner where a man similar in age was filming the interaction between the couple. he leant down to her ear again, so that she could hear him over the loud bass.

“someone filming us,” he told her, feeling her body tense slightly, “you wanna get out of here?”

she’d nodded at him. being filmed by anyone and everyone was nothing new for her, although she wished people would have some concept of privacy. it was somewhat infuriating, but she guessed that was the price she paid for loving the man in front of her. his eyes had softened at her, noticing her anxiety - she didn’t get anxious when people captured them driving around, or just living their normal lives. she did however when such intimate moments were filmed and posted on twitter for the world to see. people had strong opinions - strong opinions that they shared online all whilst hiding their own identities.

they walked next to each other, his hand clutching hers protectively as they said goodbye to max. a few cameras flashed as they walked towards lando’s car, the odd fan approaching him to sign something - they assumed someone had leaked where they were. it was these interactions she didn’t mind, the ones that didn’t make her feel like her whole life was being dissected by the media.

“’m glad max pointed him out,” he started as they climbed into the car, “don’t want to imagine how far i would’ve gone if he hadn’t.”

“you would’ve fucked me in the middle of a club?” she spluttered out, turning to stare at him as he pulled onto the main road.

“i’d fuck you anywhere, angel,” he replied with a shrug.

“you are the pr teams worst nightmare,” she joked, shaking her head at him again.

“hey!” he defended, “since when did loving my girlfriend become a crime?”

“it’s not,” she conceded, smirking to herself at her next statement, “the real crime is the fact you’re not pulling into that lay-by right now.”

“i- wha-,” he stuttered, taken aback at her boldness, “here? right now?”

“why not? there’s no one around.”

he didn’t bother indicating, pulling the car into the side lane, and hurrying to turn the lights off. his free hand adjusted the seat, rolling it back as far as it went before reaching over to grab the woman besides him. she clambered over the centre console, landing not-so graciously on his lap.

the whole interaction was messy and lacking in any decorum. his cock was deep inside her, stretching her out as he thrusted up into her. with every bounce her knees hit the side of the door or the centre console, sure to bring bruises to the skin from the sheer impact. she leant forwards into him, his hands trailing under her dress to squeeze at her breasts.

“baby, lean back a bit,” he had told her, desperate to see her face.

“lan, if i lean any further back im gonna hit the horn,” she said, still adjusting herself to lean up.

“you can hit my horn,” he retorted, giggling to himself at the childish joke.

“don’t make jokes when you’re inside me,” she begged, sighing at the man in front of her.

the counter -

y/n had remembered their move to monaco fondly, lando had been living there for a few months before she made the move herself. she recalled the heartfelt goodbye with her family and friends, her entire life packed into boxes and a suitcase as she moved to a country she’d never even visited. the move felt right, especially after 3 years together - 2 months of long distance was hard enough, neither of them could imagine spending anymore time apart. she’d set herself up as a small time content creator, working closely within quadrant to build up a sufficient income to support herself in between races. lando’s fans loved the snippets of domestic lando, but they also appreciated her wicked sense of humour and her biased insight on the world of motorsport.

once she’d settled into life at the new flat, traces of her personality dotted around, the woman found herself on facetime to her mum giving her a virtual tour.

lando had been out of the flat, spending his morning training, returning home sweaty but overjoyed to hear the sounds of his girlfriends voice travelling through their home. taking the opportunity to sneak up on her, he crept around the hallway, moving quietly towards the kitchen.

“praying my B in french GCSE is gonna come in hand- AH!” y/n yelped, almost dropping her phone as lando pounced on her shoulders, shouting boo! as he did. the older woman on the phone laughed as her daughters face went from startled to glaring at the boy behind her.

“i better leave you two be,” her mum had told them, smiling at the camera and waving slightly to the couple. the shock of her youngest child announcing that she was moving to a different country was wearing off gradually - the happiness of her daughter being with someone she’d secretly rooted for their entire childhood taking over.

“bye mum!” “bye y/m/n!”

y/n had placed the phone beside her, leaning back to rest on the counter. lando had fallen into her embrace, hands wrapping around her waist as he pressed kisses across her entire face. she leant into the kiss, joining their lips together in what had started so innocently. in what had started as such a wholesome day, talking to her mum about the new flat and spending time with the man she loved, quickly turned into something much more.

he’d soon noticed how the counter perfectly lined up with her waist, smirking into her lips as they kissed, before his hands twisted her waist, turning her by the hip until she was pressed up against the marble. her back arching as he bent her over, grinding her ass into him as she did. he’d tugged at her jeans, pulling them down her legs slowly, her lace panties following soon after. he’d allowed her a moment to step out of them, kicking her clothes across the kitchen floor, before kicking her feet further apart. his strong hand gripped her hip, stabilising her frame as he guided his cock through her folds, covering it in her slick before pushing himself into her fully. she moaned out for him, her hands searching for anything to grip onto for support, settling on wrapping around the coffee machine.

the counter pushed on her lower stomach, the pressure sending waves through her body as she tightened around him. he grunted at the feeling, his fingers finding their way to her clit, falling into a natural rhythm as he always did. lando knew her body like it was his own, he could map every bump, every scar, every freckle that adorned her skin. he knew where she needed him, and how.

“im gonna cum,” she’d whimpered pathetically, embarrassed at how quickly she fell apart for him.

“already?” he asked cockily, his hand landing harshly on her ass. lando took her moment of shock to run his hand up her back, his fingers settling at the base of her hair. he gripped at the roots, tugging her entire body back into his, her face settling next to his. he could hear the way she panted, the way his name tumbled from her lips like a mantra.

“always take me so well,” he moaned in her ear, exhaling as he did. the feeling of his breath hitting the skin of her neck sent her over the edge. she fell forwards, legs shaking beneath him.

lando’s hands moved back to her hips, holding her up so that she wouldn’t fall as he pushed her into the counter again. he thrusted into her for a minute more, his pace growing sloppier as he reached his own climax. y/n whined at him, overstimulated and sore - her noises short circuited his brain, and soon after he was filling her up, his cum leaking from the sides as he rode out his own high.

they panted together, lando pulling his cock out as they fought to catch their breath.

“how did we manage to fuck in the kitchen before our actual bedroom?” she chuckled, moving to grab her discarded clothes and shuffling towards the bathroom.

“never gonna be able to cook in here without thinking about this,” he replied with a shake of his head, as he followed her out of the room with a final glance at the counter. the coffee machine now skewed, water puddled around it from where she’d knocked the tank.

“lando norris? cooking? that’ll be the day the world spontaneously combusts,” she teased.

jealousy -

y/n had accompanied lando and max to the motogp event, finding herself in a deep conversation with someone she had hung around with during the karting days. she hadn’t expected to see him there, pleasantly surprised to catch up with an old friend who’d she’d spent a lot of time with growing up. she honestly saw no harm in it, lando and max had disappeared to film content of the day, so she saw no issue in speaking to him rather than sit alone, twiddling her fingers.

lando, however, was fuming not happy. he trusted his girlfriend in any situation, it was other men he didn’t trust, especially when he walked up to find y/n laughing loudly with a man he vaguely recognised.

“y/n, we’re leaving now,” lando told her, clenching his fists at his sides rather than taking her hand.

“oh- ok,” she replied, a little startled at his tone, “bye sam! was lovely seeing you!” she said to the man, turning on her heel to catch up with her boyfriend.

“lovely to see you!” lando mocked childishly when she rejoined his side, “yeah bet he thought it was lovely to see you.”

“what is your problem?” she asked, stopping short of the car, arms crossed over her chest.

“what’s my problem? you. him. the way he looked at you?”

“are you serious?” she asked, taken aback, “he’s an old friend lando. grow up.”

“grow up?” he repeated, “you don’t see me laughing like that with old friends.”

“whatever you do with old friends is not my problem, i trust you to make the right decision. but clearly, you don’t trust me,” she responded, marching past him and climbing in the back of max’s car.

the two barely spoke for days, the silence made worse by the fact they were stuck together in max’s spare room. y/n spent her days with P, lando with max - the other couple desperately trying to speak sense into the two of them, knowing just how stubborn they both could be.

y/n finally believed their spat was over when he settled between her legs, eating at her like a man starved. she was stubborn, but never too stubborn to pass up the chance of his tongue on her heat. his hands gripped at her thighs, his grip leaving bruises on her skin. lando’s tongue swirled around her clit before sucking at her harshly. she was so close, hands gripping at anything - his hair, the bedsheets, his hands. but then she felt nothing, only cold air against her desperate heat as lando pushed himself away and stood up to move across the room.

she sat up on her arms, staring at him in complete disbelief.

“what the fuck lando?”

“you know what you need to do if you wanna cum,” he’d told her, dark eyes staring back at her. he wanted an apology, she wasn’t going to apologise. she’d done nothing wrong.

“good idea, lan. ill see if sam’s free,” she shot back, leaning forward to grab her phone from the bedside table.

that had been her mistake. potentially too brave in the moment, y/n genuinely didn’t know if she regretted even alluding to messaging the man causing the couples squabble.

“i didn’t mean it!” she’d moaned out, feeling his hand slap against the skin of her ass harshly, the feeling sending shots of pleasure back to her core, before he rolled her onto her back once more. he freed his cock quickly, roughly thrusting into her with no warning.

“’m sor- m’sorry,” she said again, her legs pulled harshly over his shoulders as he fucked into her. he wasn’t even mad anymore, yet he rammed into her as if to teach her a lesson, as if he was literally fucking the attitude out of her. she moaned out loudly at the feeling, lando’s grunts like music to her ears.

“you gonna behave now?” he asked her, pace remaining relentless.

“i wi- will,” she choked out, “i promise.”

“good girl, that’s more like it,” he said, satisfied with her remorse as his fingers returned to her clit.

she came hard and fast around him, the tightening of her walls bringing him to his own climax. he pulled out slowly, rolling to lay next to her as their chests heaved in unison.

“you know i do trust you, right?” he asked, finally willing to talk to her about the argument.

“i know. i just wish you’d show it, rather than getting angry when i speak to any man.”

“im sorry,” lando apologised, pulling her into his side and pressing a kiss to her head, “im trying my best, m’trying not to let jealousy get the better of me.”

“thank you,” she offered him, “and ill try not to provoke you. even if it does result in the best sex of my life.”

he chuckled lightly, his breathing finally stable. but no quiet moment between the two would ever stay quiet for long.

“im glad you guys made up and that, but next time can you not be so loud?” max shouted through the door, making the couple blush as they realised they’d forgotten that he was home, “oh, and you’re cleaning those sheets.”

[auroraksr]

olá linda!! só queria dizer a você que estou aprendendo português (sou dos estados unidos) e gosto de ler em português para ajudar-me aprender e adorei a história ‘mini wolff’!

espero que isso faça sentido, pq como eu disse, ainda estou aprendendo, mas queria tentar enviar isso en português! não posso esperar a próxima história! beijinhos😚

meu deus!!! que amor! seu português tá ótimo! meus parabéns, é uma língua muito difícil de aprender, espero poder ajudar! (vou voltar a escrever em português)

[auroraksr]

ੈ✩‧₊˚ HOW DO YOU TURN THIS THING OFF? — LN4

pairing: lando norris x girlfriend!reader

summary: fans love when you make appearances in landos streams. it’s usually because he doesn’t know where something is, and the internet goes crazy over their favorite certified himbo. on one stream, you get a taste of your own medicine when lando tasks you with turning the live feed off, and fans get a little more of an insight into your relationship

genre: established relationship, humour

ੈ✩‧₊˚ yourusername just tweeted

ੈ✩‧₊˚ user2 just made a thread

ੈ✩‧₊˚ landonorris just posted a photo

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landonorris dinner date then stream, be there or be square, 6pm

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maxfewtrell did she have to show you how to use a knife and fork too?

yourusername i definitely had to show him how to fill my wine glass up when it was empty

user PUT Y/N ON THE STREAM WE WANT MORE Y/N

user if he comes on in a dress shirt i’m Dead

user oh they’ve all definitely seen the thread😭😭

ੈ✩‧₊˚ user just posted a thread

ੈ✩‧₊˚ yourusername just posted a photo

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yourusername this time it was my own stupidity that let the secret out. and i didn’t have to show him how to propose! he did it all on his own accord!

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user YOU’RE SUCH AN ICON

user only lando and y/n could accidentally expose their own engagement

user THE CAPTION😭😭 she really has kept him alive all these years huh

user ‘i wouldn’t want to think of a life without you anyway’ now if that’s not meant to be than what is

landonorris i love you

landonorris really quick whilst we’re at it,,, where tf do we keep the spare phone chargers?

yourusername oh.. oh baby. i’ll be home in 5

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[auroraksr]

RUNNING UP [ LANDO NORRIS ]

synopsis: after baku race, where lando went from p15 to p4

warnings: fem!reader, not proofread, +18 (smut, p in v, unprotected sex, fingering, gentle sex, praising), y/n and lando being cuties

wc: 1,2k

lando felt like a king. he might had ended the race not even on the podium, p4, but still, he had gained 11 positions through the whole 51 laps.

after getting out of his car and weighing himself, he locked eyes with yours, taking his helmet off with a huge grin. he walked over to you, opening his arms, waiting for your usual jump.

he grabs your waist and you wrap your legs in his torso - almost making him fall as his body was still adjusting to being steady after almost 2 hours in the tiny space -, you can feel him chuckle in your neck, his hot breath tingling your skin.

"i'm so proud of you!" you mumble to him, anesthetized with the adrenaline.

your boyfriend, the runner up to world's champion, had just proved himself in one of the hardest circuits in the calendar.

"i love you." he breaths on your neck. the words were almost unintelligible, but you could fell his lips mouthing it on your skin. "thank you."

you pull off, leaving a peck on his lips before jumping back in the floor and steadying yourself.

"go celebrate, big boy, you deserve it." your hand finds his hips in a soft slap.

"i'll find you later!" he yells, already walking towards his crew.

an hour later, he sprayed champagne in stella and oscar. a few more hours later, he lay in bed as you changed into your pajamas.

"i mean it, i can't believe this actually happened! like, what a good day!" he yaps while watching you.

"of course this would happen, you're an amazing driver, lan." you reassure him and walk over to his side of the bed.

you lean down, placing a soft kiss on his lips. his hands find your waist and hips as he sits up. he pulls you in, kissing you properly.

you mumble a "um..." before pulling apart, rolling your eyes playfully.

"what? can't i kiss my beautiful girlfriend?" he jokes along, pulling you to sit on his lap, straddling him.

"i thought you'd be tired after this whole race and interviews stuff." you chuckle.

"i'm never tired for you, babe." he pecks your lips a few times. "plus, i could use some relaxation."

"want a massage?" you offer, grabbing and squeezing his shoulders gently.

"actually, i have another idea..." he grins and swap your positions, hovering over you.

you giggle as he kisses your jaw and neck, his muscles very evident as he uses one arm to hold himself over you and the other to run his fingers through your hair.

he grumbles something before looking at you. "thank you for being there. not letting me lose hope." you wrap your arms around his neck.

"always, lan, you know that." he smiles and kisses you.

before you even realize, his shirt is already somewhere on the floor and yours is being pulled over your head. he takes his time admiring you, like it's the first time he ever saw you like that.

you cup his cheek and pull him in to a kiss again, he grins midway the moment and you hear his belt going off his body and on the floor.

"we don't have condoms." you remember, pulling apart.

"i'll pull off." you shoot him an ironic glare. "aren't you on birth control?"

you pondered for a few seconds before nodding.

"all good, then?" he smirks and kiss you again.

his hand goes under your pajama shorts, estimulating you over your panties. you let out a soft and shaken breath as you feel his fingers glide through your sensitive spot.

he moves in quick movements and pulls your two last pieces of clothing out, leaving you naked.

"unfair." you say as you pull down his boxer, freeing his hard cock.

he chuckles and kisses your jaw again, his lips wet and soft. he moves his fingers to his lip, sucking on them and lowering down to your spot, pushing them inside with no heads up.

you gasp and move a little, getting comfortable. his eyes dart to your face, but you nod, and soon they're back on your lower body, his hand moving inside you.

your hands grab his shoulder and you try your best not to leave any marks, or else his pr team would kill him, but it's difficult.

before you can let out any more moans or groans, he pulls his fingers out. you whine his name and he chuckles, grabbing his cock and rubbing against your folds.

he pulls the tip in and lets out a groan, pumping himself a bit before slowly going inside you.

he looks at your face, looking for any signs of discomfort. as he finds none, he starts moving, lowering his hips against yours.

the room gets filled with moans and mumbles of cursing words as he fucks you, his hips bucking against yours, the sloppy sounds echoing.

you wrap your legs around his torso, pushing him as far as you can, hitting some sensitive spot. his hands estimulate your clit as you scream.

"my name. say my name when you cum." he begs out of breath and grabs your legs around him. "don't do that, or i would be able to pull out."

your legs fall back on the mattress, but he immediately grabs the right one, putting on his shoulder.

you can feel your body heating up, the feeling intensified by his next words:

"i- i can't hold much longer, come on, baby." he lowers his head to mess with your nipples.

as you let out your release, you do as he said, screaming his name. this apparently turns him on even more, cause his breaths become shakier.

"oh, gosh, y/n." he mumbles in your skin before looking at you again.

you feel his body tensing up inside you before he pulls out in a fast motion, his warm cum dripping all over your lower stomach.

your breathing mixes with his and he kisses your cheek and caress your hair.

"you made a mess." you tease, looking down at yourself.

"i'll clean it up." he steps out of bed, steadying himself on the floor before walking to the bathroom and coming back with some paper.

you take the moment to absorb the view, his tanned - and naked - body walking over and closer to you. the member that was inside you just moments ago now pending in between his legs, redder than normal. his chest rising up and down, coming back from the previous activity. his curly locks glued to his forehead with a bit of sweat. his lips red and swollen, as you like to keep them when he's around you.

he looks like a mess. a hot mess. your hot mess.

you come back from your thoughts as his hand slides down your lower half, reaching your pussy, cleaning the mess he made.

a few minutes later, he lays down by your side, wrapping his arms around your waist.

"i would suggest a shower but i'm really hungry." he confesses.

"we could order something." you suggest, looking at the phone on the bedside table.

"and then shower?" he smirks, his hands traveling around your body.

"sure, lan, then shower." you feel his grin as he kisses your cheek.

[auroraksr]

y/n and lando being so inlove and touchy in the kitchen while their friends are in the living room 🙈 bonus if max or anyone catches them ahaha

YOU AND I - LN4

listen up : fewtrell!reader. make out, mentions of sex, nothing explicit.

word count : 584

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“This is going well.” I say it to reassure myself as I attempt to open another bottle of wine. I am failing at the task when my boyfriend takes the bottle from me.

“It is…” He opens the bottle easily, making me seem incredibly weak as he stands behind me. “Love. They’re having fun.” Lando and I are hosting a dinner with all of our friends in the french countryside. I want all to be perfect but my boyfriend is more of the ‘fuck it let’s see what happens’ type.

I sigh, leaning my head back onto Lando’s shoulder as he kisses my neck, “Mmm.”

“I love you.” He whispers into my skin as a small smile rests on my face. He plants more kisses on the side of my neck before I turn around to stop him.

“Lan.” I brace myself against the counter as he places his hands on either side of me, “They’re waiting for more wine.”

“They can wait for me to kiss my girlfriend.” I give him a look but he just gently presses his lips on mine. I breathe, melting into him, and suddenly every worry I've had about tonight is gone.

I slip my arms around his neck, deepening the kiss. I can feel him smile against my lips, “Can’t wait till everyone is gone.” He jokes and I hit his arm.

“Max and P are staying here tonight.” At the mention of my brother, Lando pulls away and rolls his eyes. “Don’t give me that look. This house echoes.”

A mischievous smirk sneaks onto his face, “You’ll have to be quiet then.” He kisses me again as I laugh, slipping his tongue in my mouth.

This is why I love him. As a ball of nerves, Lando is the last person I expected to be so perfect with. He's careless and ridiculously goofy but makes me so much better.

Growing up together was especially odd, he claims he had a crush on me all of childhood but honestly I couldn’t get past the whole, ‘my brothers best friend’ thing.

He was annoying and teasing until he invited Max and I to a grand prix. It’s like all those years were just a trailer for our current love.

Lando moves a hand to my hip, making my skirt ride up a bit. I smile into him, happy just to have some time alone.

Sadly that alone time is interrupted by a whole ass scream.

I whip my head around to see Max with an empty glass in his hand and a shocked look upon his face.

“No!” Max groans, “Why!?” He motions to the wine bottle, “Around the wine?” He stomps over to us as Lando and I look at eachother, trying not to laugh.

“Hi Max.” Lando doesn’t move his hands off me but I drop my arms back to my side.

“Don’t give me that.” He pours the wine without looking at us, “You two are disgusting. All I ask is to not be all touchy around me!”

“You walked in on us!” I argue and Max looks up at me with a scowl.

Once his glass is poured he gives us one more dirty look before turning around, “I hate you two.”

“Love you!” Lando and I sing at the same time as my brother walks out. He plants one more kiss on my cheek before taking my hand and the bottle of wine to join the others.

note : thanks for the request i loved this one!! wrote this instead of thinking about todays baku quali…

[auroraksr]

GUYS HOLY SHIIIIIIIT

[auroraksr]

BAD DAY [ LANDO NORRIS ]

synopsis: after a bad race/quali

warnings: HC! fem!reader, angst? (not between the couple), sad lando you might cry

a/n: i made this cause of baku quali cause my boy did not deserve p17

⚕ right when the day is over, he comes to you to comfort

⚕ he loves to hug you after a bad day, he practically melts into your arms right away

⚕ normally, he's the yapper, always talking, but when he had a bad race, he goes quiet. he also loves the fact that you respect his time and don't pressure him into talking

⚕ he almost never cries, but when he does, he prefer to do it while hugging you for comfort

⚕ he likes to lay down at night and have you caressing his hair and talking to him

⚕ he is very hard on himself so you always have to talk him out of his thoughts and prove to him that he's good enough

⚕ if you're away/back at home, he will facetime you and spend hours doing nothing, just laying in bed and talking quietly about his day or something else

⚕ he is the cuddler kind, especially when he's sad, so he's gonna wrap around you and not let go

⚕ if he's mad for some reason, you'll hear a bunch of cussing - not directed towards you, but just in general

⚕ if he's angry, he's gonna talk non-stop about what happened and how they could've prevented it

⚕ he says that "watching you" helps him calm down, so he's gonna act like a lost puppy and follow you everywhere

⚕ sometimes you have to remind him to be gentle towards interviewers and mclaren crew, even though he's mad

⚕ he'll ask you for massages and kisses when back at the hotel

⚕ you learned to calm him down after some time together, so every time he has a bad day racing, you're the one he'll call or even people around him will look for to talk to him

⚕ you're the one taking care of his phone when he has a bad race cause you know about the hate he gets simply for being himself, so he trusts you to not let him read bad comments on his socials

⚕ he hates staying in the garage after a bad day, so he begs you to get back home/to the hotel every single time

[auroraksr]

HELLO!

pt.br

bem-vindo! estou aceitando pedidos de qualquer piloto do grid da f1 2024/2025, além de alguns pilotos do grid da f2! eu escrevo em portugu��s e inglês, mas estão diferenciados e especificados na masterlist!

eng

welcome! im taking requests of any f1 driver in the 2024/2025 grid, also some f2 drivers! i write in portuguese and english, but its separated and specified in the masterlist!

MASTERLIST!

lando norris

mini wolff; pt.br

— lando norris acidentalmente se apaixona - e conquista - a filha de toto wolff

latinas do it better; eng — hc

— lando started dating a latina woman: you

bad day; eng — hc

— after a bad race/quali

running up; eng

— after baku race, where lando went from p15 to p4 (smut)

[auroraksr]

LATINAS DO IT BETTER [ LANDO NORRIS ]

synopsis: lando started dating a latina woman: you

warnings: HC! fem!reader, i'm latina so don't come after me this is literally my dream, +18, this is shaped in a brazilian latina vibes but ig could also work for others coutries, brazil special in the end

⚕ when you first started dating, the culture shock was literally shocking, he would almost always ask about your home country and how you would do this or that based on how you grew up

⚕ the day he met your parents he was a bundle of nerves cause he talked to carlos about it and he said that latinos are very intense - he already knew, he dated you - and that there were this common culture of "scaring the daughter's boyfriend"

⚕ he loves hearing you speak in your native language and says it's "sexy"

⚕ when he first slept in your house he was mega confused about you taking 2/3 showers per day cause his european ass do not do this

⚕ he loves and praise your body in every chance he has and says it's the "latinos genes"

⚕ he was more of a tits guy before meeting you, but after he discovered the latinos fascination with ass - bundas, as he says himself -, he started appreciating it a lot more and eventually grew into a ass guy

⚕ when he first visited your home country, he was all in for the culture, he went to the beach as a proper latino, drank every alcohol drink he found - and got very drunk -, ate every food he was offered - and barely passed out cause he was not used to the spiceness and seasoning - and even learned a bit of your native lauguage so he could communicate

⚕ he gets really turned on by you talking dirty in your native language and always asks for it

⚕ he always have the best fun comparing brands names with you and how you would say it in your country

⚕ if your country has a gp, when the race was there he would definitively ask you to go with him and would make the most of the time there. he would also act like a native to his gridmates and throw useless info at them simply cause he knows

⚕ he would brag about having a hot latina girl by his side 24/7, to whoever it is, you, his friends and even some stranger complementing you on the street

⚕ everytime there is a latina character in a show or movie he would say that she is "so you"

⚕ the first time he tasted your country's food, he never went back and always asks you to cook for him cause he loves it

⚕ he studied a bit of your country's history and everytime something like a national holiday come up, he would always remind you throught the day and celebrate - even the dumbest dates

⚕ he would binge watch shows from your country with you, especially the ones from your childhood cause he wanted a taste of how you grew up like

⚕ he learned a bit of your language and everytime you're both alone he would ask you to teach him some more or show off with his "skills"

⚕ he would beg carlos to help him out pre-relationship/in the very start

⚕ sometimes he's convinced you're too much for him and say that "no way a guy like me could pull out such a hot woman like you"

brazil special

⚕ he would always ask you about how it was growning up so close to senna's legacy and think it's crazy how the whole country idolizes him even after his death

⚕ he would always wear his palmeiras shirt cause he know it was a team from brazil - you being a palmeirense or not

⚕ everytime you're reunited with max and pietra, him and max like to pay attention to you and pietra speaking portuguese

⚕ he loves the country's love for soccer and learned to play a bit just so he could play with you and your family

⚕ when he first found out what "funk" is he was shocked, but of course he grew to like it and loves watching you dance

[auroraksr]

MINI WOLFF [ LANDO NORRIS ]

sinopse: lando norris acidentalmente se apaixona - e consquista - a filha de toto wolff

avisos: narrador onisciente, fem!wolff, insinuações a +18, bebidas (social), não revisado

cont. de palavras: 1,3k

lando nunca foi um homem de paixões, sempre preferiu fodas de uma noite ou ficadas rápidas. teve apenas uma namorada durante seus 24 anos, e fora a algum tempo, logo, estava solteiro e, como carlos gosta de colocar: "pronto para a que vier".

mas quando se deparou com s/n? ah, era demais, até para ele. admirava sua beleza, claro, mas não apenas, a - coincidentemente - filha de toto wolff era, da forma mais pura possível, de ouro. e lando não conseguiu deixar de repará-la em todas as vezes que passou pela garagem da mercedes, ou pior, em todas as vezes que a garota passava pela garagem da mclaren.

o cacheado tinha lábia e beleza, e é claro de s/n não o rejeitaria, afinal, a garota deveria estar sedenta por no mínimo um pedaço dos pilotos que passava tanto tempo perto.

começou com um olhar, que se estendeu a longas encaradas, até finalmente virar uma piscadela. então, uma risadinha e uma mecha atrás da orelha por parte dela. logo virou um cumprimento nas manhãs, que evoluiu para um "até mais!" nas tardes, que eventualmente virou uma conversa rápida de elevador, até chegar no atual: conversas com flertes casuais, mas apenas quando lando tinha certeza que toto não o veria.

"bom dia, mini wolff." a voz rouca estala nos ouvidos de s/n antes mesmo que ela se vire.

"bom dia, norris." ela esboça um sorriso fraco antes de se virar novamente para seus estudos.

"está estudando o quê?" ele puxa uma cadeira ao lado da menina, fazendo menção de puxar o caderno onde ela fazia anotações.

"só se você ficou maluco, né?" ela segura o caderno com força, tampando o conteúdo. "estratégias, pra que os meus meninos batam você, logo ali." ela aponta para a pista, que ficava a vários metros de distância.

"seus meninos? até onde eu sei e me lembro, eles são os pilotos do seu pai, não seus. e até eu também sei e me lembro, você não tem um piloto pra chamar de seu." ela estreita os olhos ao ver o sorriso traquina do sentado à sua frente.

"touché." ela admite, fechando o caderno. "mas você não pode negar que eles ainda vão vencer. ou no mínimo terminar na sua frente."

"a não ser que seu pai tenha molhado a mão de alguém sem o consentimento da FIA, a corrida só acontece amanhã. e que eu me lembre, eu sou quem larga na pole."

"você se lembra de bastante coisa, hein? cuidado com o tamanho da cabeça, dizem que cresce." ela sussurra a última, como se fosse um segredo que ninguém pudesse saber.

o garoto fica vermelho, e o motivo depende da imaginação de cada.

"boa sorte amanhã." ela sorri gentilmente, andando de volta à garagem da mercedes.

quando o amanhã finalmente chega, s/n assiste a corrida toda com as mãos juntas, de dentro da garagem que seu pai comandava, tecendo comentários com o mais velho sobre as situações, palpitando em estratégias e, principalmente, torcendo.

no momento em que os funcionários da mclaren se juntam na grade para receber o primeiro a passar pela linha de largada, s/n sabia que seu dia estava acabado. o carro laranja passa como um foguete, o primeiro de todos, seguido dos dois carros que ela se preocupou tanto em ajudar, entregando um merecido segundo e terceiro lugar aos pilotos da mercedes.

ela vê de longe os pilotos saindo do carro e, obviamente, vê o momento que lando se vira para ela, erguendo os braços ao lado do corpo como um "que pena!". ela não consegue fazer mais que prender um sorriso antes que ouça seu pai bufar.

"você viu isso? esse garoto provocou." sem uma resposta, a garota apenas assente.

horas depois, após todas as entrevistas e comemorações, lando se aproxima de s/n, que tinha uma mochila nas costas e o celular na mão.

"gostou, mini wolff? foi pra você." ele se refere a corrida, fazendo ela revirar os olhos e mostrar o dedo do meio.

"gostou, norris? foi pra você." ela diz irônica e ele ri.

"gostei, claro." ele se aproxima para sussurrar. "mas preferiria essa mão em outro lugar."

ela dá um tapa em seu braço e ele recua, rindo. não pôde deixar de reparar nas bochechas vermelhas da garota, que balançava a cabeça tentando conter uma risada.

"aparece na minha festa de comemoração." ele convida. "não vai ser nada demais, naquele clube perto do hotel, só os pilotos, as namoradas e quem mais decidir dar as caras."

o que leva às horas seguintes de preparo para aparecer no local, procurando por rostos conhecidos na multidão. s/n vê charles e a namorada primeiro, e dali segue para os próximos da mesa.

"você veio!" lando diz, aparentemente já não em seus melhores estados de consciência. ele se levanta e caminha até a garota, beijando sua bochecha e puxando-a pelo pulso para perto da mesa. "mini wolff, pessoal. pessoal, mini wolff."

"eu já conheço eles, você sabe, né?" ele ri e abana a mão, batendo no lugar ao seu lado para que a garota sente.

assim que ela se senta, ele providencia uma bebida para s/n e um apoio de braço para si mesmo, porque apoia o braço no ombro da recém-chegada, que recebe olhares questionadores de george e lewis.

em um drink e outro, quando viram, estavam ambos - s/n e lando - dançando no meio da pista, aproveitando a noite da forma esperada do campeão. sairam do olhar dos amigos e, calculadamente, das câmeras.

"gostei do seu vestido." ele comenta enquanto dança, não menos bêbado que no início da festa, mas também não menos sóbrio.

"pensei no mais fácil de tirar mais tarde." ele sorri, percebendo que a garota entrou em seus jogos.

"mais tarde?" ele força um tom entediado. "a gente pode testar agora, só deixa eu chamar um táxi."

"aproveita sua festa de primeiro lugar, norris." s/n esboça um sorriso malicioso antes de continuar. "vai ser a última."

"não sei se foi uma ameaça ao meu carro ou à minha vida, mas me excitou de qualquer forma." ele desce a cabeça para perto do pescoço da garota. "posso?"

ela responde agarrando a nuca dele e o puxando para mais perto. ele deixa beijos leves na extensão de pescoço de s/n antes de subi-los gradativamente até sua boca, onde hesita.

"falou esse tempo todo pra chegar na hora H e você amarelar?" ela provoca.

ele imediamente sela seus lábios num beijo intenso. não provocativo, muito menos calmo, apenas cheio de desejo. um beijo quase comum, claro, se não fosse a filha do chefe da equipe rival ou o piloto da equipe rival.

as mãos de lando repousam na cintura de s/n assim que possivel, uma delas passeia pelos lados de seu corpo, assim como suas costas, a outra segue imóvel, curvando o corpo da garota para que os quadris estivessem empinados em sua direção, no topo, ele se mantinha dominante, caçando seus lábios.

um grunhido baixo é abafado pela música, mas é quase impossível saber quem dos dois soltou o som, já que ambos parecem nauseados pela sensação.

o braço de lando que estava na cintura de s/n corre para suas costas, abraçando e apoiando a garota, que a esse ponto já grudou as mãos em todas as partes paupáveis que conseguiu chegar: rosto, nuca, cabelo e ombros.

"caralho." lando solta assim que se separam do beijo. "me deixa te levar pro hotel, por favor."

"não esquece que meu pai está no mesmo andar que você." ela relembra.

"então é bom você gemer baixo." ele sorri ladino, agarrando a cintura da garota e a levando para a frente do clube.