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iimplicitt · 2 months ago

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SELFISH | LN4

pairings: lando norris x fem! reader

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summary: Lando and you can’t seem to agree on whether or not to go public with your relationship, but after two years together you’re getting tired of it. His stress from the championship isn’t exactly making it easy to have a conversation with him, in fact it usually ends up in a fight… among other things.

warnings; smut 18+, unprotected sex (stay safe), slapping/hitting, choking, jealousy, toxic! lando, secret relationship, angry sex, make up sex, sprinkle of fluff, and max being baby girl

wc: 3.4k

You were a natural flirt, according to many people who knew you. Personally, you thought you were just being nice. Just because you smiled at a guy or gave him a hug, that didn’t mean you wanted to get into his pants.

You preferred the word charming. Charismatic, perhaps. However, your boyfriend wasn’t a fan. Really, what guy would be? Especially when the men you were surrounded by were for the most part attractive, wealthy race car drivers.

You and Lando had gotten into yet another fight. It seemed like a nightly occurrence these days. You wanted to go public with the relationship and he didn’t. For a while you didn’t mind. After two years together though, sneaking around was more and more of a chore. You knew you could handle it, and the pair of you had already been through hell together. So why keep hiding? You didn’t get it and he could never give you a clear answer that seemed justifiable.

Any response he did give was from a place of pure possession and jealousy. He wanted you all to himself. And for some reason he couldn’t get it through his head that even when the world did know about your relationship, he would still be the only man for you.

Besides, you weren’t necessarily the type of woman men came flocking to in DM’s. Sure, once you did go public there would be more media attention but you knew you could handle it. In the worst case scenario, you’d just delete whatever app and move on with your life.

For some reason, Lando didn’t think it was that simple. It never was with him. When you were out, any man who looked in your direction always got a death glare from the British driver. It was getting a little ridiculous. Lando wasn’t controlling by any means, but it felt like you couldn’t go anywhere without him thinking some random guy would hit on you.

Even if that did end up happening, so what? You never gave them the time of day anyway so you didn’t see why it mattered.

Regardless, as you walked into the paddock that morning, annoyance at him still had all of your nerves in a tight bunch. He had left the hotel at an ungodly hour without so much as a goodbye. He didn’t think he had to apologize for blowing everything out of proportion and you were too stubborn to forgive and forget.

Waving hello with a tight smile as you passed people, you came to a halt in front of Red Bull as someone called your name.

Arching a brow, it took you a moment before you realised it was Max who was waving an arm at you. An easy smile easily replaced your tense one, you and the Dutch man have always gotten along well.

“Good morning,” you greeted as he approached you with two cups of coffee.

Max smiled at you warmly, his cheeks and nose slightly red from the Spanish sun. He set down the coffees and gave you a hug, something you didn’t even have to think about. It was a common form of a hello between the two of you, though it hadn’t happened in awhile.

Not only with how hectic the season has been, but Lando had had a stick up his ass about your friendship with the Red Bull driver. You knew they were rivals in the championship, but throwing away a many years long friendship over a trophy seemed ridiculous in your mind.

He smelt like apples and cinnamon and the scent was comforting and new, knowing he had probably just used whatever was in the hotel bathroom to shower.

“You ready for today?” You asked, pulling your head back to look up at him with your arms still wrapped around each other.

Max shrugged, “as long as I get a good start I’m not all that worried.”

You hummed. Lando was on pole, something he was both excited but a bit anxious about considering Max was starting second.

“Coffee?” He asked, stepping back to grab the two cups he had been holding a minute ago. “I saw you coming so I made it to your liking.”

You couldn’t help but smile again. Despite his reputation of being aggressive on track, off of it he tended to be an absolute sweetheart. “Thank you, Max.”

“Anything for my favorite commentator.” He grinned at you and ruffled your hair, laughing at the annoyed scowl on your face as you tried to fix the mess he made. “Uh oh,” his tone suddenly turned a bit weary.

Your brows furrowed and followed his gaze, catching sight of a very unhappy Lando leaning in the doorway with his arms crossed.

Max leaned down to whisper in your ear while still looking at the McLaren driver. “Did you write a bad piece on him or what? He looks like he wants to kill someone.”

You looked back over your shoulder, Lando’s eyes narrowed and jaw clenched at the proximity of Max to you. You sighed and took a sip of the coffee, like always Max made it perfectly. “I interviewed him and I guess I struck a nerve.” The lie slipped out easily, just like they had the past two years when people asked questions about you and Lando.

Max rested a hand on your elbow, meeting your eyes with a look of concern that wasn’t needed but it was appreciated nonetheless. “Want me to scare him off?”

You laughed, which was probably a mistake because you could physically feel the daggers your boyfriend was throwing at you. Shaking your head, you patted Max on the arm. “I’ll be fine, I’m sure you’ll do great today. I’ll see you later.”

You turned and faced Lando, raising a challenging brow at him and shooting a silent what the fuck is wrong with you? at him.

He clenched his jaw before turning, his steps purposeful as he walked towards what you assumed was his driver's room. You rolled your eyes, knowing you were about to walk into another argument. The pettier part of yourself was itching for one, but you knew a fight before a race was the last thing he needed.

With a bit of foresight, you probably would’ve chosen differently. But at the moment you were mad and thought you were doing the wisest thing for both of you.

So you turned left to go to the commentators box, ditching your boyfriend and turning off your phone. He needed a clear mind for the race and you needed a clear mind to give at least a shred of decent commentary.

Your stomach had dropped the moment Max had overtaken Lando’s lead and it didn’t pick back up when the checkered flag waved over the Red Bull car. It didn’t pick itself back up when your boyfriend followed after him about two seconds later, the papaya orange glowing almost angrily in the Spanish sun. It didn’t pick back up as you watched his post-race interview. It didn’t pick back up when you watched him step onto the podium. It didn’t even budge when he sprayed the champagne and smiled for photos.

He was furious. You could tell. No one else probably would besides Oscar. Lando’s teammate was remarkably good at reading people and was one of the only few people who knew you and Lando were dating. Your suspicions were only confirmed later on when a team photo was taken, Oscar leaning over to quietly ask if he was alright and Lando waved him off casually, but his smile was tight for the camera.

Your stomach fell further into the pits of hell as you neared his driver's room. You had waited a little while till the crowd died down, not wanting to blow your cover. Despite everything, when you two did go public you wanted it to be on terms you both agreed on.

You calmed your breath, preparing yourself to get yelled at when you inserted the key he had given you and popped the door open. The room was empty but you heard the shower cut off just as you shut the door softly behind you.

The room was neat, his clothes folded up and put away, ready to be on the road again. You paced for a moment, not quite sure what to do with yourself as you heard Lando shuffling about in the bathroom. You eyed his trophy warily, not sure if congratulating him was a good idea tonight.

The bathroom door opened and you spun, watching as Lando stopped abruptly at the sight of you. One hand clutching at the towel that was hanging loose at his hips and you couldn’t help it as you watched water droplets fall from his curly hair and drip down his tanned chest.

“About fucking time,” he muttered before moving again, walking right up to you and making you feel cornered all the sudden. “Where the fuck have you been? Off hugging Max, hm? Congratulating him on his win?”

You clenched your jaw, doing your best not to roll your eyes. “I have a job, you know. I couldn’t just prance up to you after the race.” You then gasped dramatically. “Oh wait, I could. Except somebody wants to keep me locked up in their bedroom.”

Lando completely ignored your last statement. “What the hell were you doing hugging him this morning?”

You balked at him. “He’s one of my best mates? And from what I can recall, you two are also friends. What difference does it make with me?” You knew what the answer was, you just wanted him to admit it. To say it out loud. Maybe you were bating him, maybe you were the problem. But at the moment you didn’t care.

“I told you not to fucking talk to him—“

“I can talk to whoever I want! Do you hear yourself?”

“But Max of all people? Really? You know how stressed I am about the championship and you go and fucking hug him and he makes you coffee? What, do you want to fuck him or something to piss me off—“

Lando’s words cut off as his head snapped to the side, rolling his jaw and his cheek slowly turned red.

Your eyes widened as your hand began to sting, only then realising you had just slapped him across the face. You even winced a little bit on his behalf because you were wearing rings. Your hands covered your mouth, a string of apologies leaving your lips.

“Oh my god, Lando I am so—“

You barely had time to blink before he took a step forward, hand grabbing your jaw harshly as he forced your eyes up to meet his. He didn’t look himself, his eyes glazed over and jaw clenched, silently seething as he looked at you but not quite. Like he was seeing a ghost, perhaps.

It was a little frightening and your eyes were probably wider than the moon. He shouldn’t have said any of those things, they were hurtful. But you also shouldn’t have hit him.

“Darling,” you said softly. “I’m sorry.”

Lando a blinked a few times, finally looking at you properly. As if the wave of anger finally passed over him and his hold on your jaw loosened, his hand falling to softly cup your neck. His eyes closed, his thick lashes brushing the top of his cheekbones before he let his head fall forward. His forehead resting against yours as he tried to steady his breathing.

“I’m sorry,” he muttered. He then lifted his head, cradling your face in his hands and pressing a kiss to your forehead, whispering a string of more apologies as he went.

You two always ended up in this dance. In the moment you never minded, and no, you never regretted it. But fucking after a fight never solved anything in the long run.

Despite this trail of rational thinking, you didn’t protest as he backed you into the wall. His hands dancing up your shirt and a groan leaving him when he realized you weren’t wearing a bra.

There was a voice in the back of your mind telling you to put an end to this and talk, but when his mouth latched onto the space beneath your jaw, a moan fell from your lips instead. Your hands buried themselves in his damp hair, tugging lightly and he let out a delicious sound as he left wet and hot open mouth kisses along your throat.

His hands reached down, quickly finding the hem of your skirt and hiking it up around your waist. Not a moment later you gasped into his mouth at the feeling of his fingers tugging your underwear to the side, the cool air of the room hitting your sensitive pussy which was now exposed.

You barley registered the sound of Lando’s towel hitting the floor before you felt his hands grip the back of your thighs, picking you and turning towards the bed. He lowered you on it, the movement felt oddly graceful but you didn’t have time to think or even prepare yourself before Lando had your legs spread and he sank his cock into your cunt, bottoming out and it was painful and electric and amazing.

You didn’t have time to gasp out his name before he pulled out and snapped his hips back into you, a scream ripping up your throat at the brutal pace of it. You felt light headed, each of your nerves in a daze as pleasure wreaked havoc on your body. You were so out of it, in delirium that you hadn’t even registered Lando slapped you until you heard the echo of it bounce around the room.

Your cheek felt warm, the heat of it a slight tingle and it was strange and fucked up but you clenched around his cock harder, if even possible.

At the sensation, Lando’s head fell into the crook of your neck and he shuddered. “Fuck, you liked that didn’t you?” His breath was hot against your ear and you whimpered as his hand snaked up to your throat and applied pressure, choking you. “You like being used.”

He laughed and pulled back, the grin on his face sharp and devastatingly handsome.

You couldn’t get enough of him. He looked heavily above you, dominating you in ways you never thought you’d actually find attractive. But there you were, being choked out and slapped around and on the verge of cumming.

His other hand danced down your body, feather light and making you go mad. When his fingers landed on your clit and began rubbing tight circles into it, your eyes practically rolled into the back of your head and you choked on your own moans.

“I’m— I’m gonna—“ you struggled to get the words out, choking on them and hot tears began to leak from your eyes. Leaving ruddy trails of mascara in their wake and you were sure you looked like a mess.

Not that Lando cared, in fact, he seemed to love it. He was looking at you as if you had just offered him a slice of heaven. Like he worshiped you. Like he would call out your name even beyond the grave.

“Are you going to come for me, baby?”

You tried your best to nod but you could barely function with the way the crash of pleasure was building up in your body, it was almost torturous at this moment.

Lando’s pace got even more brutal if possible as he leaned down, pressing his forehead to yours as he thrusted his cock deeper and harder into your cunt. “You’re so fucking pretty like this,” he ground out as he kissed away your tears. “Come for me, darling.”

As if his words were some magical spell, you crashed over the edge almost violently. Your back arching, his name a scream that was ripped right from your lungs. Barely a second passed before he yanked your hips back down onto him and you felt his cock twitch as he came inside you.

He collapsed on top of you, both your bodies covered in sweat and panting. It was comforting nonetheless, being so close to him.

Lando’s arms wrapped around you as he rolled you both to the side, peppering kisses along your neck and shoulder. Being so gentle it made your head spin.

Dammit, you were about to cry for a whole other list of reasons, and despite the mind blowing make up sex part of you still wanted to stay mad at him.

The timing was awful, but this had to be fixed now. Or else it would turn into another fight eventually.

You turned and gently took hold of his wrists, meeting his eyes and you took a moment to collect yourself before you asked the question that always started problems.

“Why don’t you want anyone to know about us?” Before he could open his mouth, you kept talking. “I’m not going anywhere, Lando. Not now, not ever. And I can take whatever the media throws at me, I already do on a daily basis. That’s the life of a journalist. Not only that, I’m a grown woman. I can handle myself, and if I ever do need help I know I can count on you to be there for me.”

Lando let out a long breath, looking at you intently before he lifted a hand and brushed his thumb along your cheekbone. “What if I can’t handle it? I won’t be able to hold my tongue or my temper if anyone says something about you. About us being together.”

“You can, and you will.” You looked at him pointedly. “You hold your temper all the time, you’re better at it than you think when it comes to racing—“

“When it comes to racing, yes. But when it comes to you, that is a line I don’t want people crossing.”

You bit your lip, looking at him. You appreciated his concern, you really did. But you were tired of the secrets and lies. “So what? I’m just going to be a hidden part of you for the rest of your life? You’re just going to be a hidden part of mine? I don’t want to live like that, Lando.” You brushed the damp curls back from his eyes, taking in the stunning green of them and you fell in love all over again.

You fueled purpose into each of your words. “Let me love you loudly. I’m not saying we rub it in everyone’s faces, we can still have our own privacy but I don’t want to be this little secret you carry around anymore.”

He let out a heavy breath, hands holding you to him tightly. “Baby…”

“I can’t keep hiding. And I can’t keep lying to everyone. And I don’t want to ghost all my guy friends because you get jealous. Jealous for absolutely no reason. Max and I are friends. That’s it. That’s all it will ever be.” You then leaned forward and kissed him. His chapped lips rough against your as he met your urgency.

“You’re it for me, Lando. There was never going to be anyone else.”

He closed his eyes for a moment, taking a calming breath before looking at you again, his eyes glowing and his lips pulled up slightly, revealing his dimples.

“Okay.”

“Okay?”

He nodded, “Okay.” He pulled you in for another kiss and muttered those three words that drove you mad into your mouth.

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